Dragon Tamer

The frontier city in the wilderness was originally clear, mixed with the fragrance of grass.

But the city of stele will always be filled with a pungent smell.

This smell should be the fishy smell of the slaughter market, but it has never been sold here.

These people who have reasonable rights to sell slaves in the King's Court are called mercenary camps. They are like vultures, always hovering near the war, waiting for the end of the war to start sharing the benefits.

At night, another group of slaves who had not been sold were sent to the back of the monument wall one after another.

Behind a strong earth dragon, there is a long chain.

The chain passed through a group of slaves whose necks were trapped by thick ropes. These slaves had little strength and walked very hard, but they were dragged forward by the earth dragon in front.

"Lao He, these slaves look very strong, aren't they sold in quarries or mines? At least one person can sell one hundred gold, why are they brought here for processing?" An officer and soldier patrolling nearby Walking over, asked with some doubts.

"It's really **** mold for eight lifetimes. They get sick, they will attract poisonous insects, and their skin is festering every day. Living is a torture. Just send them a happy life." The mercenary slave trader called Lao He Said.

"That's a pity, look at that kid, but he's still young and handsome," the officer said, pointing to a young man at the end of the team.

The young man’s face was smeared black, his clothes were ragged, and his hair style was messy, but he could be considered a handsome boy after a little tidying up. The officers and soldiers looked a bit pity. If they were not sick, they would have been bought by those wealthy old women... …

"No way, this kind of disease that can attract poisonous insects can't be cured," said Lao He.

The youth is not someone else, it is just a disguise for wishing bright.

He pretended to be a slave and got into it in an open manner.

As for this shoddy noose, Zhu Minglang can't be restrained.

...

Pulled to the wall of the monument, I wish Minglang to observe carefully.

Seeing a group of people wearing black robes coming, they untied a long chain from the earth dragon and led the slaves inside like cows and sheep.

The headed person, although he is wearing a robe and hat, his eyes are covered with a red cloth...

There is a strange eye pattern painted on the black robe, blindfold, and chin, which feels like scarlet smeared with blood!

This thing, even though it looks like a human, is still a blind man, and it is still a bit treacherous and hideous!

"No eye teaches?" Zhu Minglang stared at this person for a long time.

It seems that Brother Wu Feng is right. Most of these people are doing evil.

For a long time, this sect has given people an illusion of Buddhahood that has no desires and desires. After it has grown, it has gradually exposed its nature!

Probably because they used slaves more often to make such evil sacrifices, and this was not flattened by the people in the imperial capital.

But how can such cancers continue to expand?

"Soon your pain will disappear." The Eyeless Cultist said.

The slaves were very numb. They themselves were suffering from the toxins, and death was indeed a relief for them.

However, when they were pushed to the execution platform one by one and saw the hell-like picture of the furnace pool, all the slaves screamed in fear.

They tried to break free from the noose and wanted to escape from here, but they were screwed back one by one by the Wupao men.

The most terrifying thing is that on the execution platform with a thick layer of blood, the eyeballs in one place, those eyeballs are thrown away messily like gravel stones, and the people in black robes even step on it...

"Don't worry, you will also enjoy this honor." The blindfolded man in black robe smiled.

"My lord, shall we help you?" a young man in a black robe asked.

"No, I like to do this by myself. I used to be a clumsy pedicure person. I accidentally got a little bloodshot from the toes of a noble man, and then his hands went out of my eyes. At first. , I was also clumsy when digging people’s eyes. Those people always screamed. Slowly, I became more proficient. The eyeballs were on my knife. It took a few seconds for the person to realize the pain... …" The blindfolded man in black robe laughed like a crow and chattered endlessly.

Zhu Minglang was in the group of slaves, watching this psychopath...

The slaves even called their fathers and mothers. They thought they could die straightforwardly. They had no extravagant hopes of being alive, and they didn't know that they would have to endure such pain and torture before death!

"You can't die, can you dig again?" Zhu Minglang still couldn't help but asked.

Even if there is such a perverted ritual, it is better to dig after someone is dead than to perform it in a living.

"Of course not. If you die and then pick your eyes, how can you experience the true meaning of purposelessness? Without the eyes, you will not see fear. Without fear, you will have nothing to fear, nothing to worry about, and the heart can see the real truth. God," said the man without eyes.

"But you were digging your eyes because of your poor craftsmanship. You were forced to dig, and you didn’t voluntarily serve the eyeless god, as well as the rest of you. In the ceremony, you yourself have eyes, not the piety in your dirty heart. It's better to dig first. We are following together and we all serve the eyeless god." Zhu Minglang continued.

The people in Wupao looked at each other.

I have been doing this work here for some years. Which slave is standing here, not with weak legs and incontinence?

How can anyone think so clearly and make such a "small suggestion"?

The blindfolded Wupao man frowned, he passed through the group of frightened slaves, and walked towards the last position where Zhu Minglang was.

"So I was the only one who performed the gouging." The blindfolded black robe man said coldly.

As he said, the eye-cutting knife in his hand lit up, and it seemed that he was going to start with the slave whose thinking was too clear.

But to be reasonable, he wanted to cut off Zhu Minglang's tongue first!

Before he died, he also shaken the "military spirit" of his followers!

"grown ups!"

At this time ~www.ltnovel.com~ a brawny man in a black robe ran over and said in a panic.

"What's the matter waiting for me to cut this guy's tongue first... Bah, first goug his eyes!" said the blindfolded man in Wupao.

"A group of masters are surrounding our monument wall." said the brawny man in black robes.

"Do you know the origin?" Wupao leader Guo Chang asked.

"I know!" Zhu Minglang said suddenly.

"Shut up!" The head of Wupao picked up the barbed knife and pierced Zhu Minglang's eyes.

Zhu Minglang escaped easily. The nooses trapped on his body seemed to hang on him, and they all fell off with a light shake.

"I'm Zhao Yinge, the eldest son of the royal family. My son has been staring at your demons and evil cults for some time. Special masters have come to destroy the cult!" Zhu Minglang said loudly.

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