The overly frightened alchemists were taken to the only tavern in Maple Leaf Town by Alice and Chekine's maids. Most of the slaves at the entrance of the town dispersed, leaving only Yang Dashuan and Charlie, as well as the human slaves who followed the convoy.

I have to say that these slaves are indeed the best.

According to the requirements of the slave owners, these adult men were all the best breeds.

Yang Dashuan kept shook his head, he was very dissatisfied with this group of slaves.

"His Son!" Charlie called Yang Dashuan, who turned around and left. He believed in the goddess, and was very afraid that this highness, whose heart was colder than the devil, would once again let the giants bury these thousand slaves alive. "This group of slaves is indeed the best in the entire 'broad all night'."

Charlie pulled a slave nearby, and his snow-stained gloves stuffed directly into the slave's mouth. The cold gloves spread the slave's mouth and his pale tongue was pulled out. "Look, there is no sign of damage to the teeth of these slaves, which proves that they still have a long lifespan. Although their muscles are not as hard as ogres, they are strong enough. They do not have hemorrhoids, which proves that they are in good health! They are born slaves, and their loyalty is completely free of doubt. They will not resist, or even doubt your orders!"

"His Son, what do you think?" Charlie asked in a low voice when he saw that Old Yang did not speak.

Yang Dashuan kept sneering and shook his head.

His eyes swept over the slaves, and the slaves couldn't help but shrink their heads. The master's eyes were even more harsh than Li Feng on the wasteland, making people unable to attend. "What's the use of me wanting them?"

"Are you a coolie?" Yang Dashuan asked back. "No, there are nearly two thousand goblins in my territory. Although these goblins are not strong enough, they don't eat much food. As long as one person eats, they can do a whole day of work. What's the use of them? Listen to their complaints, they should spend money to feed these wastes."

To be honest, these human slaves have good qualities, but they are far from their own requirements.

Many countries in the alliance have not experienced war for many years, and the blood in the slaves' bodies has long been erased. Most of the eyes of these slaves are empty and have no sense of spirit. What's the use of no matter how strong the body is, a thousand sheep will never pose greater threat to people than a ferocious wolf dog.

Yang Dashuan would rather these slaves be rebellious.

No matter how many docile sheep are, they cannot form a powerful army.

What's more, this air force that Yang Dashuan has poured almost all hope!

"Your Highness, what are your plans?" Charlie was anxious when he heard this. Yang Dashuan always said that these slaves were secretly transported here, and it was impossible to return them to the slave owner. If Yang Dashuan did not accept these slaves, then they would have to stay in the wasteland and wait for death.

"I won't leave any of them, I'll send them all back!" Old Yang sighed deeply, turned around and left.

"Saint Maiden Lan, Lan."

Seeing Joan of Arc walking out of the kitchen with an apron from a distance, Charlie shouted. Joan of Arc, who heard the sound, quickly walked over and looked at the anxious commander of the Silver Croat. "Captain Charlie, I'm glad to see you!"

"Lan, please help me persuade Your Highness, please leave these slaves behind." Charlie hurriedly told Joan of Arc about the group of slaves. "This group of slaves either stay here or can only starve to death on the wasteland.Lan, for our doctrine, you can't let these slaves die here in vain!"

Charlie said it was like his nose and tears, just like all these slaves were his relatives.

Joan of Arc opened his mouth and said nothing.

Because she saw the slaves, even if Charlie was pleading for them, she did not react at all. She stood there, motionless, and was even more puppets than puppets. These slaves were only suitable for growing food in the noble manors, and in such a difficult wasteland, she might not be able to survive even a day.

"I can only keep half!" Yang Dashuan said calmly. "I don't know how many people can stay in the territory. Maybe half of them are not yet! Da Taibao, untie all the ropes on their hands."

A rope as thick as a thumb cannot tie a person's freedom. But along the way, no slave took the opportunity to escape. Perhaps it can be said that they did not even have the idea of ​​escaping. The rope was untied and the slaves were driven together by centaurs. These guys only knew how to obey, and they were not even more bloody than the natives on the wasteland!

Charlie looked at Yang Dashuan in confusion, and a trace of ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"I will give you two hours to escape. After two hours, I will send two hundred centaurs. You will have the right to survive those who have been hunted for three days and are qualified to survive in my territory." Yang Dashuan's voice was like the ice that has not melted for thousands of years in the Kemeser Mountains, which made the slaves shudder involuntarily. "I will not raise any waste. In my eyes, you are not even more useful than any goblin. If you are caught up by centaurs, then there is only a dead end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Dashuan's destroyer fell down fiercely. The hard rocks on the ground were immediately shattered!

Yang Dashuan turned around and left.

Left a bunch of dazed slaves and Charlie shouting loudly at the top of his voice.

The slaves looked at each other in a flash, and looked at the scene of the mercenaries buried alive by the moat, fear spreading quietly from the bottom of their hearts. It was like a fountain of water that permeated their almost dead hearts.

The threat of death made them feel like they were human again.

Finally, a slave could not bear this feeling, and after roaring, he ran away frantically. There was only two hours to escape at a time, and only when he escaped far enough could he survive. The slaves had never been so afraid of the arrival of death at any moment, and the thousand people ran away in the blink of an eye.

Charlie opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time. He had to look at Joan of Arc who was chasing Yang Dashuan, hoping that he would change his mind.

"Rogue, how could you do this!" Joan of Arc rushed over and asked Yang Dashuan with a angrily tone. "Even if you throw these slaves into the wasteland, it would be better than letting the centaurs chase them. You deal with robbers, natives... I have never said to you, but these slaves will no longer resist at all. It would be too cruel to massacre robbers who have no resistance!"

Yang Dashuan tilted his head and looked at Joan of Arc, and couldn't help but smile. "Do you think I'll do this?"

Joan of Arc blinked, not understanding what Yang Dashuan said.

"What I want is a bloody army, not a slave who doesn't even have a slight survival. Give them two hours to escape, which is to increase their desire for life. Let the centaurs chase them, which makes them full of hope for survival. As for slaughtering them, I never thought of doing this." Yang Dashuan shrugged. "I wouldn't be so stupid. These people were sent by my father. I just slaughtered them in a muffled manner. Do you think he would blame me to death!"

Joan of Arc widened his eyes. He really didn't expect that there would be such an incident. "But what should those slaves do?"

"I only leave the slaves who were finally caught by the centaur." Yang Dashuan smiled. "As for the others, please temporarily throw them to the foot of Kemeser Mountain. There are too many stones in the territory recently, so let them act as coolies in the mine."

Joan of Arc nodded.
Chapter completed!