The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

Get the special disguise potion, bid farewell to Tiger and the Paladin of Light.

A group of players, led by the little devil, visited all the slave traders in the entire market according to the list, and bought all the female slaves at a normal price.

It can be seen that in this market, Tiger and Light Paladin Audi are really "notorious"

When many slave traders heard Tiger's name, their pale faces and slightly trembling legs all showed this point.

"Okay kid, here is one of your gold coins, keep this money well, don't let someone snatch it away."

He threw the gold coin to the little ghost who had been coveting for a long time without doing anything, and then returned to the team of the player "Chamber of Commerce" under the grateful eyes of the other party.

They bought more than 700 female slaves in the slave market, mainly demi-humans and tree elves, and some other humanoid races, such as dwarfs, horned races, feathered races and so on.

Not that they are sexist.

In fact, there are no male slaves in this market.

It is said that many strong male slaves will be recruited directly to the military camp in Kalanli to do coolies, or they will be sent to the mines as soon as they are caught, and they will not even have the chance to be selected.

Only a small number of handsome male slaves will be reserved in advance by the curious nobles.

But this is something that cannot be met.

"Send these slaves out of the city, and the next step is to go to Northwest Avenue and wait for that unfortunate viscount."

Looking at these ragged female slaves, a trace of unbearable and suppressed anger flashed in their innocent eyes.

Their youngest is only seven or eight years old.

In modern society, these pink and jade-carved girls should still be acting like a baby in the arms of their parents.

But what about them?

But he could only stare blankly with big eyes, and mechanically followed the entire team of slaves aimlessly.

They may already know their tragic fate, but they have lost the courage and hope to resist. The pain from the welts on their bodies warns them, and the heavy shackles on their hands and feet imprison them.

"I hope you can be happy in Winter City and live well."

He sighed indifferently.

He is not from this game world, so naturally he cannot represent the position of human beings.

There is also no notion of human supremacy.

The relationship between humans and monsters is indeed endless.

But except for the tree elves, these humanoid races are completely oppressed and enslaved by humans.

They hide and hide like street rats.

But they will still be caught by humans from dark and dirty corners and put on shackles.

Obviously they didn't do anything.

Just like the kingdom of the Naya people, it was obviously only lingering in the cracks between the human and orc empires, but it still attracted inexplicable aggression.

A war aimed at massacre and genocide is evil, no matter when it is, whether it is outside the game or in the game.

"Where will we... be sent to?"

Following the player's team, a sub-human female slave muttered to herself, as if she was asking herself or the female slaves walking beside her.

"This direction should be out of the city."

The Horn slave girl next to her shook her head.

The reason why they were targeted by the human slave hunting team was because although they were petite, they had devil-like body curves.

Coupled with a pair of long horns that bend backwards on the head, those slave owners call their long horns the best point of focus.

Before this.

They have never had any conflicts with Karanli's army.

"You will be sent to Winter City."

"There you will live in peace and security, trust me."

A player reminded in a low voice.

However, the Asian girl and the Horn girl didn't speak. They didn't believe it at all. They just lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at the player. Even their bodies trembled subconsciously.

Conversation among female slaves was almost forbidden.

Once found, there will always be a whipping.

"Actually, you don't have to be afraid..."

Players are a little embarrassed.

But the two slave girls trembled even more.

Seeing this scene, the player sighed helplessly, walked away a little, and didn't continue talking.

Obviously, these female slaves have become a habit of being abused. Even in the face of kindness, they will instinctively deceive themselves and respond with fear and some self-protection.

"Damn nobleman."

The player muttered angrily.

He hated himself for not having the opportunity to participate in the next mission. He was just a more life-oriented player before, and now his level is not enough, so he can only escort the slave team out of the city.

"Be sure to upgrade well in the future!"

He clenched his fists, for the first time so eager to have stronger power.

……

three hours later.

Northwest Avenue.

This is a relatively remote section of Northwest Avenue.

Surrounded by tall walls and ruins, it is said that this place used to be a slum, but because of an earthquake, everything collapsed, and the ruins have piled up until now and no one has come to clean them.

Seventy or eighty players who didn't do anything about personnel buried themselves in the ruins, only showing a pair of thieves' eyes looking out.

"How long?"

"There are still 3 minutes." Tell me, Alin, to look at the system timing, and I can't help but feel a little guilty.

"Does it need to be so careful? Can the code-named Ghost Bat really accurately arrive at the time of Baron Boonnett to the second?"

"I don't know." No human affairs shook his head.

"But you should know about Aarons. He has never made a mistake in helping Winter King, and his intelligence ability is amazing."

"Since the ghost bat was trained by him, it probably won't be any worse."

"Just wait at ease."

The players did not continue to communicate.

As time passed by, the ground began to vibrate, and the sound of horseshoes came from far to near. All the players' eyes lit up and they cheered up.

"coming!"

"We only have three seconds, we must keep the baron and knight behind!"

The sound of hooves approached.

Not far away, a group of knights surrounded a middle-aged nobleman with chestnut hair and galloped on horseback. The players calculated the distance and counted the seconds.

"Pull!" Suddenly, there was a roar from the inhumane person.

The sound echoed throughout the alleyway, and the minds of the players who were holding the tripping rope went numb, and they tightened the rope in their hands like a conditioned reflex.

"Boom!" The tripping rope collapsed under the huge force, and the tough rope made a muffled sound. At this time, the baron's team also rushed over.

The innocence roar not only made the players react, but also alarmed Baron Burnett and his party. However, their riding speed was too fast, and there was not enough time to react.

The horse pedal was broken by the tripping rope.

The neighing of horses, the roaring of people, a burst of noise.

People turn their backs.

A group of knights fell with the horses, and people flew out.

However, after all, they were full of grudges and well-trained, so they stabilized their figures immediately, and began to form a formation to protect the baron who fell to the ground.

"Who is it? Attacking the Kalanli nobles is a capital offense, get out!"

get out?

Doesn't exist, when will the players roll?

They're going to come out in a big way.

Immediately, seventy or eighty figures turned out of the ruins, the light of fighting spirit and the blood energy of warriors circulated around them, and there were several priests who exuded soft light but held heavy scepters in their hands.

In an instant, the baron and his cavalry were surrounded.

"Uh……"

The words in the mouth of the leading knight were like a duck whose neck was pinched, and was forcibly strangled.

"Everyone... my lords, what can you do for us? We just passed by this place by chance. If you need money, we are willing to pay a toll."

There was a flattering smile on the knight's face.

He wanted to put the sword in his hand back into the scabbard, but because his hand was shaking all the time, he couldn't get it in after a long time.

The breath of these robbers in front of him is much stronger than him.

They are not enough people to stick between their teeth.

"That's right, all warriors, I'm just a little baron, there's really no need for you to go to war, just ask how much money you need, I'm willing to pay!"

At this time, Baron Burnett also reacted, he began to rummage through his pockets, took out all the valuables on his body, and respectfully placed them on the ground.

"We don't need your money."

No human beings let out a smirk.

"Then...then what do you want?"

Baron Burnett suddenly felt bad.

"We...we want your life!!"

"Go!"

……

10 minute later.

Baron "Quinnette" rode his horse out of the laneway of Northwest Avenue again, and rode his horse towards the auction house.

It's just that the knights around him didn't seem to be very skilled in riding, and they were actually grinning when they were jolted by the war horse.

【Information that can be skipped】

Tiger is one of the dark lines under Allens, code-named Ghost Bat.

His original identity was a shield swordsman in Cold Winter City. In addition, he also had a brother who died in battle and was also a heroic shield swordsman.

After his younger brother died in battle, King Winter immediately issued a pension for the martyrs who died in battle.

Tiger originally wanted to use part of the pension to buy a decent funeral for his younger brother, but just as he was about to leave the house, he was stopped by hooligans sent by the Knights of Gal.

Tiger himself was a wounded soldier, with two fists and four hands. Not only was his pension robbed by those local hooligans, he was even cut off a finger in the end.

Not keeping the pension, Tiger felt ashamed of his younger brother, and was heartbroken. He didn't dare to challenge the big knight, so he could only borrow money everywhere, hoping to save enough money to help his younger brother with his funeral.

But he didn't think of it.

In less than two days, Knight Garr was hanged by Winter King himself, and the pension was fully refunded, and he was even compensated for his cut off fingers.

Later, when Allens recruited the dark line, Tiger signed up without hesitation, even though he knew that he was close to death as a dark line.

Under Alans' training, he not only awakened his fighting spirit to become a knight, but also became more mature in various camouflage and tracking skills. When he was asked if he needed to heal his severed fingers.

Tiger just smiled and shook his head:

"Whenever I see my broken finger, I will remember His Majesty Winter's kindness."

"I will remind myself to be loyal to His Majesty and to this growing country."

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——"Miscellaneous Notes of the King of Conquerors"