Chapter 13 Damn it, can the wetland lizard people be so well-behaved? !
Death is normal in this world.
Even if he is an ordinary person and is not qualified to hunt outside the city, he can still see mutilated corpses in the alleys of the ninth block from time to time
But the exploding heads of the wetland lizard men and the thick smell in the air The smell of blood still made Lear's heart beat slightly.
Seriously speaking, this was the first time he had seen such a scene. But while taking a breath, he suppressed the ups and downs of emotions in his heart.
In this world, there is no room for the weak to survive.
In the future, this kind of scene will be a daily occurrence.
He looked at the jumping McCann.
Nothing more than the intelligence said that the other party was in a hurry to take action and three of them died in such a short time!
The other party said that the number dropped by more than 100 in one week, which is not an exaggeration.
On the contrary, it was a bit conservative.
If this continues, maybe if he comes again next week, there will only be a few left here.
Lear said softly.
"President McCann, it's a pleasure to work with you."
McCann, who had a big belly, said with a wry smile.
"You have also seen the ferocity of these lizard men. If you buy them back, I cannot give you any guarantee."
He can't guarantee these lizardmen here.
Lear nodded.
He looked at the swamp creatures that started to stir up after smelling the smell of blood.
"That's the way it is."
Without hesitation, he took out a bag full of gold coins and handed it over.
"This is one thousand gold coins. President McCann, please confirm."
McCann took it, weighed it, and his expression softened.
I was holding it in my hand and was about to open it for inspection when my sharp eyes suddenly spotted a rose pattern on the bag.
The pupils shrank sharply.
He looked up again at the young man with calm eyes.
His face has changed.
He carefully handed the bag to the attendant beside him, whispered a few words in his ear, and then waved.
"Go and get this scepter of slavery, and put the gold coins into the account."
Waiting for the servant to leave, he said cautiously.
"My lord, I just saw the pattern of roses on the bag. It is exclusive to Her Highness Philena and is rarely used by outsiders."
There are many roses as family crests, but the unique rose pattern on it is exclusive to the flower of the north.
No one dares to use it falsely!
Lear said softly.
"President McCann has good eyesight. This thousand gold coins was a gift from Her Highness Philena."
He said and smiled.
"President McCann should also know that most of the pioneering lords like us are not rich."
"It is also necessary to accept some gifts."
McCann swallowed and laughed dryly.
That makes sense. What a ghost! !
Is this her mother-in-law Feileena? !
Such a person gives you gold coins as development funds. You say it is so easy! !
And if it is used for development, this fund will only be a very small part of it, right?
Who is this young man?
For a moment, Lear’s young face became mysterious.
Not long after, the attendant who had just gone down came up again, handed him a scepter half an arm long, and whispered in McCann's ear.
Then McCann's fat face broke into a smile at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tone became respectful.
"My Lord, this is the Scepter of Slavery that controls the Circle of Slavery."
"The rings of slavery around their necks have been magically connected to the scepters."
"As long as you hold the scepter, you can easily control their life and death, and this is the latest generation of magical creations. The energy that maintains the circle of slavery is the power extracted from the slaves. As long as the slaves do not die, it will never be exhausted."
"Slaves controlled by the Ring of Slavery will be punished by the Ring of Slavery as long as they have the idea of resisting or stealing the Scepter of Slavery. They are absolutely safe."
I was quite complacent at the beginning, but became less confident later on.
After Lear took it, he coughed dryly.
"Where are you sending these slaves?"
"House of Roses."
President McCann looked serious.
"That's a good place. I heard that it was a hobby of Her Highness Feilena ten years ago."
Halfway through, when he saw that Lear had no reaction, he smiled and said immediately.
"I'll send someone over right away." "However, I'm afraid the other party may not be safe and may lose part of it on the way. You need to make arrangements in advance."
These wetland lizardmen are like ticking time bombs, and they don't know when they will explode.
Hearing this, Lear turned to look at the wetland lizard man in the cage.
Prepare?
Sensing his sight, the wetland lizard man, stimulated by the blood, became more and more restless.
The shrill lizard curses kept coming, harsh and sharp.
He was pressed by shackles and controlled by the ring of slavery, but the ferocity in his amber eyes did not diminish at all!
Lear frowned slightly.
The godhead that floats and falls in the magic seed exudes endless coercion, threatening the soul!
The residual power of the gods (1 star, can grow) exudes the residual power of the swamp god, which will shock the target. If the shock is successful, a mark will be carved on its soul and it will surrender forever. The worse the target's condition, the weaker the resistance. Success. The higher the rate, if the shock fails, the opponent will fall into rage and attack back.
"Shut up!"
Scoops echoed in the hall.
To outsiders, it seems unremarkable.
But at this moment, the wetland lizard people only felt the roar of rolling thunder in their ears. At this moment, they felt an unspeakable and unspeakable feeling of fear.
It's like their god is overlooking them!
That is the original pressure, the fear from the deepest part of the soul.
During this period of time, they were captured and tortured, deprived of water and food, imprisoned in a cage, and could die at any time. For various reasons, the nerves of these wetland lizard people have already become extremely fragile.
When the beast is injured, it becomes crazier.
If you expose it, you will get angry!
But the soul has already weakened.
After just a few breaths, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the ferocity in his eyes turned into endless fear and trembling. They lowered their heads one by one and suddenly became quiet.
At this moment, Lilford reached his heart.
The spiritual power escaped and imprinted its mark on their souls.
The moment the mark was imprinted, he could clearly feel that the hostility of these lizard people turned into obedience and fanatical worship.
From now on, these swamp life will be under his control.
McCann, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, felt his heart tremble and swallowed subconsciously.
Just two words turned these ferocious beasts into obedient kittens?
This is a fucking lizard man from the wetland!
In prison, the swamp monster cannot suppress its ferocious instincts despite all the torture, and can endure the pain of the ring of enslavement that penetrates deep into the soul!
Just shut up like that and make them faint?
Turning to look at Lear, his eyes changed.
As expected, the person who was given the resources to develop by Her Highness Philena is unfathomable and unfathomable!
"Cooperate with the arrangement, and I will take you back to the wilderness."
The calm words made the wetland lizard man in the cage completely quiet, and the suppressed restlessness disappeared without a trace.
It seems to have always been so gentle.
"President McCann, you can send them to the House of Roses."
Only then did McCann come back to his senses, and with a bit of exclamation, he repeatedly ordered the attendants.
"Quick, get them sent to Rose House immediately!"
Not long after, knights in heavy armor came immediately, two teams in total.
The iron cage was opened and the wetland lizard man was escorted out.
These heavily armored knights are all mid-level knights, with levels as high as level 9.
Every mid-level knight, with the same equipment, can easily kill hundreds of strong men without condensed life seeds.
Real high-level combat effectiveness!
Even among the guarding corps of Loland City, Level 9 is the main elite.
None of these slave traders are simple.
But faced with a group of cruel swamp creatures who don't know or fear death.
These warriors also had some headaches.
Killing the opponent is easy, but escorting them is annoying.
But today is very strange. These cruel swamp creatures did not resist.
"Sir, can the shackles on them be removed?"
"Otherwise it will be very troublesome to transport it."
McCann looked at the well-behaved wetland lizard man and asked cautiously.
Before, he would never have thought about removing the shackles of the wetland lizard people. That would be outrageous.
Lear nodded.
"Can."
After getting his answer, McCann had some courage and tried to ask the soldiers to remove a few shackles first.
It's amazing that those lizardmen who can't even be controlled by the Circle of Slavery really just let themselves be arranged.
It seems that the previous madness and cruelty were all illusions
He once again recognized Lear's methods, and his eyes became more respectful.
(End of chapter)