Human slave hunting group - this is a term I have heard many times. After the second hell invasion was repelled, the shelter continent ushered in time for rest. The warriors put down their swords and returned to their farms or homes. The army retreated to the barracks to forget the painful memories of the war. The heroes of the battles slowly faded out of their sight and their strength disappeared. When the glory of the passionate battle with the invaders of the hell slowly disappeared, many unsolicited people needed more stimulation to fill the more empty hearts.

Therefore, the shelter continent has never banned slavery. These poor creatures who have been deprived of freedom and everything are not only responsible for production and labor, but also have the burden of pleasing their masters. Women have beautiful faces and slaves have their own ways, while men... well, except for a few masters with special hobbies... ahem, their methods are mostly fighting and bleeding.

With wild beasts, compatriots, and enemies... Human nobles like this tone, with flesh and blood flying, fighting and roaring, and blood flying in the air with the battle of decisive death. How refreshing is this! Compared to relatively weak humans, orcs seem to be more suitable - however, orcs are already vassals of barbarians, which is not a very simple thing.

The main obstacle is that the barbarians - the orcs are no longer the extremely united and powerful empire ten thousand years ago. They still maintain the custom of plundering and wantonly plunder the people of other tribes as slaves. If they exchange good things, they will not have to worry about not having to trade high-quality slaves. However, the barbarians prohibit any tribe from selling any slaves with extremely strict orders, otherwise they would not mind letting this tribe taste the taste of being a slave. This is the coldest order. They all know the priorities. The orders issued by the God of War personally did not dare to sell another slave even if the orcs and wealthy chiefs took the courage of the leopard.

The harder it is to get, the more precious it is. The huge benefits will make any merchant take risks. The slave hunting group began to be formed. The main customers came from the Twelve Middle Earth countries, which is a place covered by holy light. The entire continent has the largest and most prosperous and abundant population density. However, Middle Earth and the North are separated by the continuous Griffon Mountains. There is also a hot spring gate iron wall fortress and storm cliff built by the eldest son of the Immortal King. The guardianship is obvious. Of course, this is not difficult for the brave and resourceful human businessmen. The Griffon Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and the army guarding the gate cannot take into account all. There are always unknown paths that can open up the road to the north. Next is the slave hunting path that coexists with risks and wealth.

Although the orcs claimed to have twenty-three tribes, they were just representative royal families. There were always fragments of small tribes scattered in every corner of the Arite Mountains, which also became the inspiration for weakness and disaster. Just like the scene in front of Caesar, the smoke was rolling and the thick tents were in the blazing fire. Caesar and Sesshomaru's vision was far beyond ordinary people. They looked at them intently. Several humans were lifting corpses from the ground and throwing them into the flames. More people were carrying orcs who seemed to be knocked out and tied up to a special car prison. The entire slave hunting group was doing what was at hand in an orderly manner, looking very skilled in business.

This is a small tribe. When looking at the tent, there are only hundreds of households. There are about a hundred slave-catching groups. This number is not too much or too little. It just so happens that the number of professionals in the team is precious and rare. There are only hundreds of thousands of people in the hundreds of millions of people. Most of them are below the sixth level, most of whom work in the imperial palace or noble family. Only professionals who are high or low in the two or three levels will succumb to the temptation of money to tease the barbarians. Since he is hit, of course, none of them can escape.

He was furious and simply showed his figure and walked towards the camp that was almost burned to ruins.

The guards of the slave hunting regiment were all skilled. They stood in the simple fence of the camp and looked at Caesar strangely. They naturally felt that the visitor was not good. The residents of this small place came to take revenge, but only one person... were they here to die? A bandit with a bearded face smiled and took off a crossbow from behind. It was a heavy crossbow. Although he was not a professional, he was born with a strength. In addition, his family used to be a hunter, so that a good crossbow could also speak in this powerful slave hunting regiment. He steadily held the heavy crossbow in his hand. The heavy crossbow in his hand was as long as a short spear. If it hit, it would definitely fly dozens of meters with the arrows. He enjoyed this feeling of death.

"Buzz!" A light sound of the bowstring, the powerful force made the crossbow arrow suddenly shoot out like a night owl. He stared at the young man walking towards him, fantasizing about the miserable end of the other party's flesh and blood flying.

"Bang!" The other party actually grabbed the heavy crossbow's arrow between lightning and flash. The tail of the arrow did not tremble at all. The terrifying power instantly dissipated all the kinetic energy. He slowly moved the arrow away so that the slave hunting group could see his eyes, with a cold and cold light that could not be seen directly. Everyone had an absolutely right feeling that they were stared at by a tyrannosaurus!

The crossbow arrow nimblely turned half a circle on his hand, and the arrow pointed outward. He threw it casually. A series of continuous sonic booms sounded, which was faster and more powerful than the heavy crossbow. Before the bearded heavy crossbow was put down, the crossbow arrow rushed forward along the heavy crossbow cast by iron and wood, dividing the extremely hard crossbow into his body, and the casting was still unsuccessful. He led his body all the way back, and the short spear-long crossbow arrow penetrated the two of them, nailing the three people who died tragically to a jail of the slave hunting group!

"Enemy attack!" People were silent for only a second, and then a roar rang wildly - how could such a bad thing happen? The first deal in this trip was in big trouble!

The chamber of commerce and large families, which owned the slave hunting group business in the 12th Kingdom of Light, shared news, and there were also legendary unlucky events. Once a huge slave hunting group of thousands of people, they had very good equipment and three sixth-level professionals in charge. They thought everything would go very well, but they didn't expect that the overly arrogant team attracted the attention of a guard of the God of War Guard who asked for leave to go out... Then what? The unlucky slave hunting group was ravaged for twenty minutes and then received the bento under the two champion swords of the seventh-level Saint Seiya. There were only corpses and no prisoners at the feet of the God of War Guard. They had the honor to witness this rumor.

This has become a joke, because this family was hit hard by the Temple of War God due to the slave hunting group, and has long been destroyed. They usually only use it when bragging and cursing, but they did not expect that such a thing would fall on their heads!

Caesar had already soared into the sky, and activated his "jump" skill, rushing towards a chaotic team, his mana gathered towards his legs, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"War tramples!" He shouted, his feet landed on the ground, and a yellow light expanded, the earth was shaking, and within ten meters, the light rushed into everyone's body. Everyone around him was weak and soft at the same time, and the broken internal organs and blood were constantly vomiting from his mouth. There was no possibility of survival. Caesar kicked the person blocking the way away and rushed to the quickly retreating slave group members: "Can you go!"

A sword of war slashed towards the head, Caesar flashed to the right, holding the wrist with his right hand, and instantly pressed the opponent's right rib with his left hand, and pulled it gently, the enemy's right arm, and most of the right body, was pulled away alive, and he was still screaming loudly. Caesar had turned around, took the sword of war with his left hand, and sent it with his right hand, and the right arm that was torn off unconsciously penetrated through another person's body. Caesar only rushed towards a crowded place, and swept the sword of war in his hand, and the four of them were instantly cut in half, and his empty right hand swung behind him, and the powerful force pushed the head of the person who was sneaking into the crowd.

The skull was directly pulled from the neck, and the sword of war pierced through the air and penetrated deeply into a person's body. Caesar's giant sword tightened the body on the sword. With a wheel, the 180-pound body on the sword undoubtedly became the best heavy weapon. All the people close to it were knocked away, broken and broken, blood squirted wildly. From time to time, corpses kept rising into the air, and from time to time, corpses kept falling from the sky. In the end, Caesar simply threw the sword aside, constantly grabbed the unlucky ghosts who were running away from the nearest to throw them at the members of the slave hunting group running away, and attacked with both hands at the same time. It was the third-level skill of the Berserker "swaving hands".

Everyone has collapsed. They fled in dispersed ways, with only one person on the other side, and everyone has a chance to survive!

But they had no chance anymore, and the way to retreat was firmly blocked. The white-haired dog tribe pulled out the long sword at his waist and slowly lifted it up. His body swayed, and the black separated from his body, forming another entity in an instant. It was obvious that this was a shadow warrior who was proficient in shadow combat skills, the most mysterious branch of the assassin.

They cut into the chaotic enemy group at a ghostly speed, and no one could capture his figure. They could only have a long sword into the flesh, a muffled groan before death, a corpse fell to the ground...the notes of death, and the blooming blood.
Chapter completed!