Chapter 237: Treasures of the Land of Relics (1/2)

Once again passing through the war slave, Yan Mo found that the sharp gaze disappeared.

The war slave is just like other slaves. It is just like a member on the square. The two eyes are like dead fish, staring blankly at the front of the foot.

The square array was not scattered in the cold and heavy rain, but it was only neat. Yan Mo did not feel any majestic momentum and murderousness, but felt a strange boring and dead scene.

The Moer Gan, who was leading the way, looked at Yan Mo and looked at the slaves. He immediately smiled and said: ”Noble guests, do you want to get a batch of slaves back? These battle trained slaves are the best we have at hand. The batch is what we had after half a year of training and training, everyone is very obedient, as long as you give them a full meal every day, they will do anything for you.”

”How is their fighting power?”

”All are slaves, this the lowest in the batch has 2nd Rank, the highest is 4th Rank warrior.”

“4th Rank?” Yuan Ji Tribe’s Chief is only 4th Rank, and Yuan Zhan also said that the highest level of Yuan Ji’s land is 4th Rank, 5th Rank has never been heard of it.

The Moer Gan person proudly said: ”The 4th Rank warrior may be very good in other places, but in our Moer Gan, 4th Rank is just a small leader.”

”How do you control them? Are you not afraid of them running away and resisting?” Yan Mo felt the disappointment from Yuan Zhan, but the words had already been exported.

The Moer Gan person looked at him with surprise. ”Guest, are there no slaves in you? How do you control your slaves?”

Yan Mo smiled calmly. ”I don't care about slaves, I am very busy on weekdays.” ”

The Moer Gan people guess that this boy who is very easy to feel good and has a high status is likely to be a Priest disciple. Otherwise, it is impossible to have such a powerful blood warrior around him.” Moer Gan sneaked a peek at Yuan Zhan, who dared to speak with Yan Mo, but did not dare to answer this.

Priest disciple, busy studying the inheritance of the Priest, some chores in the tribe they do not know about and it is normal.

Yuan Zhan whispered: ”Don't tell those dirty things to him!”

The Moer Gan people, thus affirmed the lofty status of the young priest disciple, bowed their heads, and dared not say anything more.

The teenager seemed to be very unhappy and glanced at his partner. He was arbitrarily arrogant to the group of slaves. ”The slaves, I have to be!”

Moer Gan stayed. ”You, are you all?

“Right!” The young boy provocatively squatted tall and tall.

Gao Daqing is young and young, and his brows are wrinkled, but he seems to be helpless to the teenager.

Yan Mo leaned down and looked at the Moer Gan with a blank expression. ”What? Worried that I don't have enough goods to exchange? If you can't do it, go to Qi Yuan.”

This time the Moer Gan is no longer sluggish, but shocked, ”Do you know Qi Yuan Da Ren?”

The teenager seems to be very disdain to answer his question. He only said again: ”Now these slaves you pulled out, whether they are slaves or ordinary slaves, as long as they are standing here, I will have it! Do you hear it?”

Yuan Zhan does not when Moer Gan answered, and he whispered to him in disapproval. ”Mo, it’s too much, we don't want to bring it back.”

The boy wiped his face with a word of rain: ”I said yes.”

Yuan Zhan took a breath, he turned to the Moer Gan who led the road: ”Have you heard? The slaves here, all, not one less, we Jiu Yuan want all them here.”

The Moer Gan person smiled and wiped the rain on their faces. Although he had the meaning of recommendation just now, and he did not expect that the other party would not only buy one, but also all!

”Oh... yes, just a lot of slaves you want, I, I need to go to Cai Yu Da Ren, please wait. But rest assured, before that, I will let the slave master not sell these slaves. ”

This incident has had a great impact on the Moer Gan people, especially when he heard that the teenager still knows their Qi Yuan Da Ren.

But the Moer Gan people peeked at the teenager and the tall young man, only to find that they didn’t seem to put such a big thing in their hearts. When they finished, they threw the thought away and walked on. There was no distress or excitement after buying a large number of slaves. Any other emotions are so light, just like buying a few pieces of fur at random.

This is more than a thousand slaves!

What is the way to Jiu Yuan Tribe? Looking at wealthy is right, but can they wealthy to buy thousands of slaves at random, how big is such a tribe?

However, they can call out the name of Qi Yuan Da Ren, even without the title, maybe they are really very strong, is it not that they are coming from The Three Cities river upstream? Maybe they are the affiliated tribes of the legendary The Earth City, just like The Snake-People Tribe from the middle city Baixi City.

The Moer Gan people took Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan into the biggest tent in Moer Gan with a more respectful attitude. After the retreat, they went to Cai Yu immediately. He told Cai Yu Da Ren about the incident, especially to tell the other party. The sublime status of the juvenile is so high that the high-ranking blood warriors must also listen to him.

Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan did not discuss the slaves in advance, but since his own Priest Da Ren had that meaning, Yuan Zhan followed him to sing along with him, and set the matter down on the way.

Yan Mo didn't actually plan to start as soon as possible, but at the time the opportunity was just right. He couldn't forget the eyes and didn't want to regenerate the waves. He simply set the person down first.

Sometimes you have to admit that some people have something that will upset your original plan and make you have to rethink him.

”Look at the slave?” Yuan Zhan glared at him, whispering.

Yan Mo felt that this was a bit subtle, and she looked down at the youth.

”That is The Eé Ying tribe?” Yuan Zhan asked again.

Yan Mo shook his head. ”Look at the face, they don't look the same.”

”Don't let him join your guard.” Yuan Zhan looked at the people in the tent and couldn't refuse it.

”...hehe!” Yan Mo laughed silently, grabbing the young man's palm and rubbing it. The rough, thick, knuckles of the palms were not smooth, but he squeezed very hard.

Yuan Zhan held him back.