Chapter 143： 143: Slave Alien (third more, shamelessly asking for votes)

In a woods a few miles away from the Windy City, Aslan and everyone included Gareth's headscarf on their heads.

The whole person is full of three fans in an instant.

This is to avoid exposing Aslan's human identity.

In the Wind City, almost all alien races can see it, but the human race is not seen.

As for the human slaves, give these aliens ten courage, and they dare not sell them.

The surrounding countries can turn a blind eye to their living space, but if they dare to cross the thunder pond half a step, they will be jointly punishable.

Aslan's group of people, with bright armor and several great swordsmen accompanied them, was noticed by many foreigners just after they entered the city.

Only after seeing Gareth and Belmode next to Aslan, they both honestly stepped aside.

After all, these two are the great sword masters who have long been famous in Changfeng Plain.

Outside the city gate, two orc soldiers wearing simple leather armor and holding spears are different from the orcs. They have blue-faced fangs and no animal characteristics. They are similar to the orcs in Warcraft.

The orcs in Sinoe are divided into half-orcs, orcs and strong orcs.

Although the half-orcs are also members of the alien race, they don't have a social system that belongs to them, and they are completely a slave race in the alien race.

The previous life Aslan was also shocked when he heard the news. After all, he was also an old Warcraft player and had a fascinating trust in the orcs.

These half-orcs look hideous and terrifying, but the actual combat effectiveness is similar to that of the human militia, and most of the time they do coolies.

"Entrance fee!"

The two orcs crossed their spears to stop Aslan and the others, speaking in a jerky mainland common language.

Aslan turned his head in doubt.

"What's the entrance fee?"

"It means the entrance fee!" Belmode said in an annoyed manner.

"Oh!" Aslan also nodded silently.

"How much does it cost?"

"Five copper coins per person," the orc said with his palm outstretched.

Seeing the only four palms left by the half-orc in front of him, Aslan joked and said, "Boss!"

Boss beside him immediately threw two silver coins and pointed them at the group of them, a total of 22 people.

The orc froze for a moment and counted it a bit. When the last knight passed, the orc stuffed back ninety copper coins, making the knight dumbfounded, and finally could only install it.

"It seems that the purchasing power of copper coins here is great!" Aslan said casually.

Gareth and Belmode nodded at the same time.

Kluzer had to add: "Master! For civilians, the purchasing power of copper coins is indeed great."

Aslan glanced at Cruze, he didn't want to talk to Cruze, this guy was just a lever, he hadn't noticed it before.

As time goes by, only what Aslan said is slightly unreasonable, he will definitely jump out.

"Are there many orc slaves of foreign races?" Aslan asked suddenly.

Belmode didn't care about it.

"Don't get a tribe, I don't know, my tribe should have tens of thousands!"

Aslan narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what to say.

He remembered that the key reason why the alien race was defeated in the previous life was that the orc slaves they ruled rebelled. At the critical moment, they fought back and killed the elite of the alien race. Then, under the command of their rebel leader, they began to fight. Migration of the extreme north.

It is said that the number of half-orcs who moved at that time exceeded 10 million, which scared the commander of the human coalition army to death.

Aslan remembered very clearly that the human army chased and killed the Orcs all the way, and did not stop until they were in the far north.

Because it's winter, the extreme north is even colder, and the ice element blends into the wind, forming an extreme cold storm unique to the extreme north.

It is said that there are only less than 300,000 half-orcs who fled into the far north. As for their future, Aslan is also unknown, because he was already dead at that time.

Entering the Windy City, Aslan was disgusted by the strange smell here.

The Windy City in front of him was seriously inconsistent with Aslan's expectations.

Inside the city wall that stands tall, there are not half houses, but there are various tents. Outside the tents, a sunshade is set up on the ground.

There were all kinds of things for sale, weapons and armors, food and meat, and even foreign slaves. What made Aslan speechless the most was that there was a livestock fence not far away.

There are a lot of livestock in it, of which cattle and sheep are the most, followed by local porcupines. As for pigs and beasts, there are not many.

The horse that Aslan cared about could not be seen at all.

"The Centaur tribe never sell war horses casually. If you want to buy war horses, you must go to their tribe to buy them." Gareth immediately explained as he watched that Aslan had been looking at the livestock fence.

"Oh!" Aslan immediately retracted his gaze, took out a silk scarf and tied it on his face for a day, as it was a mask.

Belmode at the side stared at Gareth with an angry gaze.

He was sure that he had heard it right, that Gareth brought Lord Merlot here for the purpose of buying war horses.

Gareth directly ignored Belmode's blazing gaze, and began to wander around the Windy City with Aslan.

Aslan also began to look at the surrounding goods carefully, and he unexpectedly saw a shop specializing in the sale of fire stones.

"Go! Go over and take a look." Aslan said actively.

The alien that sells fire-smells is the Centaur. The strong man of the Centaur has high muscles, only a piece of leather armor on his body, and a spear hung on his back.

"How do you sell the Fire Flame Stone?" Aslan picked up a piece and asked curiously.

The quality is better than what German sells, and it shouldn't be picked up in an open-pit mine.

"Five thousand catties per ton of grain."

The horse vendor saw that Aslan and his party had bright armor, and the leaders were Belmode and Gareth.

"My fire stone is very good. Each piece can burn for several days. It is definitely a top-grade material for heating in the winter."

Aslan heard the corners of his mouth twitching, it turned out that these guys used the fire stone as coal.

"Five thousand catties of grain is a bit expensive!"

Aslan's words made Belmode and Gareth's lips twitched slightly.

The two of them both agreed to define Aslan as a profiteer.

The Centaur seller saw that Aslan had the intention to buy, and he immediately became energetic and began to sell it, saying that the fire stone is good and convenient to use in winter.

"One ton of fire stone, two thousand catties of grain!" Aslan directly bargained.

Belmode's mouth is opened into an o-shape, which is too cruel.

Gareth saw his scalp numb, and he felt that taking Aslan to the Northern Wind Prairie this time, he would definitely become a shadow of his life.