Chapter 671

"Don't you know the name of Mordor Blackfoot?" The genie zelawan held the glittering star diamond in his hand and said, "he is willing to exchange it with you. It's a gift. Think for yourself."

In fact, the elves are not sure about the prestige of the black foot of Mordor. It's a short distance of several thousand meters from the slaver to the new master. It's good to know that the title comes from the approval of the Dark Lord Sauron. As for the past achievements of "Mordor black foot", whether it was a war chief or a commander, he did not have enough time to inquire.

The last star diamond on his body is also his last contact with the star elf tribe. It has been three years since the important prophecy and long task, but we still can't find the important person.

The first ten elves, now only he and his sister are left, and they have lost their freedom, or even their lives. How can they still complete the task? He breathed out slowly, as if he was losing patience. In fact, he was lamenting his ill fated fate.

"This thing is not wanted by any ORC. Take it away. Don't hinder my business." The orcs squinted, looked at the ELF's body with strange eyes, and licked their tusks with their tongues. His big hands pressed tightly on the hard bread and dried meat on the table, and it was clear that he didn't believe the little white face's words.

"This is the instruction of Lord Mordor black foot. This name can be approved by the Dark Lord!"

"I can't understand the word" consent. " As soon as the orc finished, he noticed a shadow in the corner of his eye. The flag behind Zhao Mai blocked the light and clattered in the wind. "Don't talk about Laozi and Laozi all the time. Keep respect, you know?" Zhao Mai glanced at the orc's goods, then laughed at the spirit and said, "is that what you can do?"

The spirit who had been exposed was not flustered. He still said confidently, "now it's just the first step. I haven't started to show my skills yet."

This is an act of self preservation, which Zhao Mai can understand. He copied it casually, but the spirit didn't respond at all. The last star diamond came to the middle of Zhao Mai's hand. "Pretty little stone, you don't know me. I don't blame you, but you don't know my name. Is that a serious mistake?"

The orc merchant knew the trouble was coming. He didn't see the battle of Mordor's black feet, and he didn't believe the rumor of "one punch down every opponent" and thought it was too exaggerated propaganda. Now all commanders and War Chiefs are recruiting soldiers. It's hard to ensure that some orcs are cunning enough to come up with false propaganda to spread their reputation.

Swaying between flattery and toughness for a while, he finally chose flattery. The reason is very simple. The orcs in the shop next to him are looking at him with an expression of "good play is coming", rather than at Mordor's black feet, which means that black feet will never be the one who is at the disadvantage. "Big..."

He only had time to spit out the first word, and Zhao Mai punched him on the bridge of his nose. The power control was excellent, so there was no sound at all. Only the black blood can be seen in the center of nostril.

The shock of the blow continued to bounce in the orc skull, and the ears and mouth began to bleed. Finally, he turned his eyes and passed out completely.

"The winner takes it all, take everything here and leave nothing in the cart." Zhao Mai said to the spirit, "you have three minutes to do it."

"Then I need your consent and the help of other slaves."

"Good courage, good brain. In that case, why don't you do it soon?" Zhao Mai leaned down, pulled his wallet from the belt of the orc stall owner, looked inside with disdain, and put it directly into his arms.

The genie waved, but half of the slaves ran over, even dragged the remaining half. Zhao Mai looked around, and there was a weapons booth next to him.

"Bows, arrows and machetes." Zhao Mai also said directly. He didn't mention a word about money, and the orc didn't mention it. A little hesitation will lead to the result of "loser takes the punch, winner takes all". Who dares to talk more nonsense?

Zhao Mai looked at the machete. The rough workmanship was too hard for him to use, so he threw it directly to the spirit. "Who's going to work for me with a rope in his hand?"

He looked at the knife on the ground and hesitated to pick it up. The slaves still have hair ropes on their wrists. They can't work, but apart from cutting them with knives, they can also untie them with dexterous fingers. First he untied his sister's rope, and then she untied the rest of the slaves.

The fairy's fingers are more flexible than her brother's. she takes a nervous look at Zhao Mai and finds that she is being noticed, so her hands move faster. It may be the common idea of all slaves that the skilled slaves can live longer.

Just as she was working hard, a big hand gave her a big push on her chest, and she fell to the ground heavily. As soon as the slave from Gondor released his wrist, he began to run away. He picked up the machete on the ground and believed that as long as he rushed into the crowd and into the noisy and chaotic market, he would have a chance.

Boom, boom, boom! The four voices came together, and the arrow pointed out from the entrance of his neck drill. "Oh, it missed." Zhao Mai immediately bent his bow and arrow, and attacked again before the man fell to the ground. This time, the arrow shot through the skull, drilled in from the back of the brain, and the broken arrow smashed the brain.The human slave's whole body convulsed like electricity, his limbs twisted and fell to the ground, and soon became wet. "You have a good bow." Zhao Mai took out his money bag from his arms and threw it directly to the businessman. "It's worth the money."

"Just be happy!" The orc took the money bag, took out a Gondor style arrow bag, and handed it to Zhao Mai with the best made arrow.

"What else do you have here?" Zhao Mai asked with a smile.

"The rest are not good enough to deserve the reputation of Mordor black foot."

"You are very clever." Zhao Mai slapped him away: "don't bother you, I'll find it myself."

He began to search for all kinds of swords and armor. There were not many good ones. The smelting technology of orcs was far worse than that of human beings. They were all stupid weapons. His slaves were busy emptying the grocery store of food and drink, and filling the van with everything they ate along the way. Although no animal was found to pull the cart, a group of people worked together to carry the cart on the road.

Grain reserves were constantly patrolling around the slaves, and this time no one dared to try to sneak away.