Chapter 1635

The trace of oblivion is still so lively. In the dirty and shabby streets, slaves dragged by the buyer with chains can be seen everywhere.

Shen Yanxiao doesn't like this place. From the first time she entered into the trace of forgetting, she hated everything here. The matter of buying slaves in the sun has all been handed over to Du Lang, and Shen Yanxiao has not intervened.

Now the old land is revisited, but the disgust in my heart has not diminished.

Tens of thousands of slaves entered before and after the sun set. Apart from the sun, all the cities under Shen Yanxiao's name were desperately transformed by slaves. The number of these slaves has exceeded 500000. However, with Shen Yanxiao's purchase of such a large number, the slave trade in the forgotten trace did not stop.

There will always be a steady stream of slaves to be sold here. As long as the mark of oblivion has not disappeared, this evil trade will not be ended.

Shen Yanxiao can only do what he can.

All around, there was a lot of shouting from the slave owners. Along the road, there were slaves with empty eyes. They were in rags. Their limbs were tied by two thick chains. Like animals, they were commented by the buyers.

The slaves of the forgotten trace have no human rights, they are only commodities.

Shen Yanxiao vaguely remembers that the group of slaves he took away when he first came here, they settled down in the sun and gradually recovered their human dignity in the long river of years.

Many of them, after their own efforts, have made breakthroughs in fighting spirit and magic. They are no longer worthless slaves. They are part of the wasteland. In the previous two wars, these people fought for the glory of the wasteland, threw their heads and shed blood, and proved their loyalty to the wasteland with their lives.

In the future, Shen Yanxiao may still buy more slaves from the forgotten trace, but her loyal hope is that the forgotten trace can completely disappear in the bright continent.

This is a cancer, it will be eliminated sooner or later.

Xiu walked beside Shen Yanxiao and realized that Shen Yanxiao was disgusted with the trace of forgetting. He held Shen Yanxiao's small hand tightly into a fist without trace.

"If you don't like it, destroy it." The voice of Xiu without a trace of emotion rings in Shen Yanxiao's ear. As a God, the sale of any living creature is a desecration of life for Xiu.

It's not just human beings. It's just like selling Warcraft that he doesn't like.

Shen Yanxiao is slightly stunned. Xiu's words are like a slap in the face to wake her up.

Yes, since I don't like it so much, why don't I wipe it out?

"If broken Star Palace is really forgetting the mark, I will take the opportunity to destroy here." Shen Yanxiao's eyes were half narrowed, and there was a bad light on the bottom of his eyes.

As the forgotten mark of the battlefield, the two armies are facing each other, for fear that it is difficult to preserve them. These slave markets will naturally be "affected" by the war.

"The wilderness can still hold these people." Shen Yanxiao has made up her mind that once she confronts the broken Star Palace, she will put an end to the evil trade. As for the slaves who have forgotten the trace, she can bring them all back to the wasteland.

In the wasteland still under cultivation, we will never be able to eat a fresh army.

Unlike those who are famous for the wasteland, those who join the wasteland as slaves have no loyalty in this field.