Chapter 88 The Devil's Trace

Three thousand miles south of the North!

This is a loess high slope area, which used to be a lush forest, but because the human kingdom began to open up here, a large number of trees were cut down, so that serious soil erosion occurred. The consequence of this kind of soil erosion directly caused the appearance of a Yellow River, but it is not called the Yellow River in this world, but the Nile Dona River. This is the language of the Ecindar people, the descendants of humans during the Arcane Empire, a race that can live to be over one hundred and twenty years old. The name means 'muddy river'.

Seen from the south of the Nile Dona River, there are scattered villages and towns. These are the gathering places of human beings. They have been cutting down the trees here since three hundred years ago. As far as the Mirkwood area, the number of trees has been reduced by at least a third. These trees, just like the Han people in the Central Plains, forcibly cut down the forests in the upper reaches of the Yellow River for various reasons, and then completely led to uncontrollable soil erosion.

For this matter, the Druid Order can be said to be quite dissatisfied!

There was also a fierce conflict between the two sides because of this, but because there is no powerful druid organization in this area, and there is another very special existence, the result was nothing in the end. However, after the water and soil erosion became more obvious, human beings also began to notice some problems, and a little restrained the past logging and development. The germination of industry was almost born here, but it was eventually suppressed by various forces at the beginning stage.

at this time.

Near the edge of the Lost Forest, a tall and graceful figure was advancing at high speed. She was wearing a delicate leather armor and had a special emblem on her chest. Even the wind and dust could not conceal her heroic spirit. This is a silver moon walker, and she seems to be on her way for a long time. When she saw a thick smoke appearing in front of her, she couldn't help speeding up her pace and rushed towards the place where the thick smoke was rising. A village appeared ahead, but it was eerily dead silent, with no sign of cock crowing, dog barking, or human activity.

A loud eagle cry sounded.

Immediately afterwards, an eagle flew down from the sky, and transformed into a middle-aged druid covered in thick hair in an instant. He glanced at Silver Moon Walker next to him, and said in a deep voice, "There is no one else nearby! I don't know why the Druid Council suddenly sent us here to investigate. Could it be that something more important happened here?"

Silver Moon Walker's expression was serious, and he whispered: "Listen! There is no movement, there are almost no living people here!"

The two headed towards the village.

The village in front of me was almost destroyed, there were traces of burning everywhere, and there were still many corpses on the ground. Silver Moon Walker leaned over and looked at the corpses. Then he said solemnly: "It wasn't the robbers who did it! None of these people's belongings were taken away. It seems that the reason for their death is a bit strange!"

"Over there!" The middle-aged druid closed his eyes to feel it, and then pointed to a direction and quickly approached.

Silver Moon Walker quickly followed, and as they passed through a house that had been burnt into ruins, their faces turned livid when they saw everything in front of them. Because they saw a lot of dead bodies. There were men, women, children, women and children. There were many traces of burning firewood nearby, and there was a corpse in the center that was almost burnt to charcoal. There were many messy footprints on the ground. It seems like too many things happened before everything happened.

"Fallen?"

The middle-aged druid looked around, then turned to stare at Silver Moonwalker. Asked: "Or other evil existence?"

Silvermoonwalker looked serious, she picked up a small dark red thing that looked like skin fragments from the ground, looked at it, and then said in a concentrated voice: "It's a devil!!!"

"Walk!"

"We must report to the council immediately, a devil has appeared here."

"Damn it!"

"Why did the devil in Bator purgatory escape?!"

………………

Eastern route.

The half-elf mate stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his arm. He was stabbed in a sneak attack just now, but the injury was not serious. As a pirate, he was used to being injured. Next to him, his men were bandaging him, and some vicious pirates were kicking and beating the captives who surrendered, mainly the crew members who had no combat effectiveness.

"What about casualties?"

The first mate of the half-elf asked someone to tie the bandage directly, then stood up and said, "How many died? How many were injured? Have all the enemies been cleaned up?"

A rather shrewd pirate ran over, bowed his head and said, "Your Excellency, Chief Mate. Thirty-two people were killed and about fifty or sixty people were injured. All the enemies who resisted were killed, and there are still people under the cabin." They wanted to resist, but they were also killed by us. Everything is sealed under the cabin, and we know the rules of the Throat Cutter, and we guarantee that no one will sneak down."

"Yes." The half-elf first officer nodded slightly, and said with satisfaction: "Don't move the things below, and you will naturally be rewarded when you return to Tailuo Port."

He stood up and walked down to the cabin where the slaves were loaded.

Those properties were nothing at all, and there were naturally other ways to make money. What really concerned him most was the group of slave artisans escorted from the east. The mission assigned by His Excellency Sauron was still the most important. The half-elf chief mate quickly led his hands to the cabin. Most of the slaves imprisoned inside were of oriental race. They looked a bit like desert races, but their skin was a little yellowish, and their outlines were not like this one. The bumps and convexities of the human race are so clear, and the lines of the face are softer.

"Which ones are skilled craftsmen?"

The half-elf chief mate looked at the fifty or sixty slaves imprisoned in front of him. The eastern route trade would not transport those cheap goods, so the quality of the slaves in front of him was relatively high.

A clever guy next to him quickly came over and replied: "The more than 30 here are skilled craftsmen, and the more than 10 things over there are all imported oriental gladiators. They will be sent to the city of wealth and sold to others. All these slaves in the underground arena on the south coast are quite valuable."

Gladiator?

The first mate of the half-elf showed a hint of interest on his face. He walked up to an oriental gladiator and looked at the strong man in front of him. This man's muscles were not very strong, not as exaggerated as many fighters here. But his muscle lines have a sense of strength and smoothness. It is said that Eastern gladiators are more agile, and some have received training from Eastern monks. It seems that the rumors are true. [Remarks: Many Eastern warriors have one or two part-time monk ranks, and their training methods have the tradition of monks. 】

"Bring them all back."

The first mate of the half-elf glanced at the shackles on the opponent's hand, and ordered: "These people seem to be useful. Your Excellency the Throat Cutter is in need of manpower, and there may be a chance to use them."

"Huh?"

He glanced at the innermost part of the cabin, then walked over cautiously, and asked, "What's in the cage over there? Why is there no sound at all? Is it empty?"

Someone next to him immediately brought a torch.

As the light came over, the creatures in the dark cage appeared in front of their eyes. Many people couldn't help but marvel, and then someone suddenly realized: "This is? This is the lycanthropy of the East ?"

What appeared before their eyes was a little girl.

A very small girl who was six or seven years old at most, she was wearing a floral lace dress, her small face was a bit swollen, but her big eyes and fair skin could be seen. This is not the most amazing point, what is even more surprising is her ears, which are furry like cat ears, and a small cat tail protruding from her buttocks.

"Beastman?"

The first officer of the half-elf looked at it in surprise, and then murmured: "It seems to be the legendary catwoman? I thought this kind of lycanthropy was extinct! I didn't expect to find one in the east!"

Bark!

Facing a group of hideous-looking pirates, the little girl in front of her seemed to be a little scared, but the courage in her heart made her bared her teeth at these people, revealing a pair of small canine teeth, which seemed a bit frightening. A wild and untamed look. Beastmen have been greatly reduced since the period of the Arcane Empire, and are now very rare. The specific reason for their appearance is hard to say, anyway, the legend is related to some taboo.

After all, the great arcanists had always wanted to get their hands on the realm of the gods, including the part that created life.

The first mate of the half-elf looked curiously, and then said to the left and right: "Don't hurt her, this catwoman looks quite rare, take it back and give it to the eldest lady as a gift."

The eldest lady in his mouth.

Naturally, it refers to Vivienne, but in fact it mainly refers to Lilian, because only Lilian will occasionally turn their commands around.

Now among Sauron's core subordinates, who doesn't know that Vivienne is the treasure in Sauron's heart.

Not to mention that Vivian's own strength is also somewhat unfathomable to them!

………………

The half-elf first mate came out quickly.

There were already several people waiting outside, and one of them, a middle-aged man with single-rimmed glasses who looked a bit gentle, not a pirate but more like a shopkeeper of a chamber of commerce, came over, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Your Excellency, Mr. The goods have been counted. There are 26 boxes of porcelain, 21 boxes of tea bricks, about 12 boxes of other pepper spices, etc., and some rare silk fabrics. The total value may exceed 50,000 pieces of gold Dele, if it can be sold to those local nobles, the value may increase by 50%!"

Hear the words.

The half-elf chief mate couldn't help being stunned, and then murmured: "So many!? So valuable?!"

There was something wrong with him.

Because the things transported on these three ships seem to be of high value! And they are also the most expensive and most valuable cargo on the Eastern route!

……………(to be continued ~^~)