Twenty Sided Dice

"Next," the orc auctioneer swung his whip in the air: "A healthy male accountant who can write and calculate, eighty gold coins!"

The slave market was finally reopened under pressure, and even the warlord Three Eyes couldn't really ignore the demands of those generals. The Slave Merchant Association rushed early, locked a bunch of slaves in cages, set up a high platform, and let a loud auctioneer sell them together. When asked why they were not divided into several stores and traded separately as before, the people from the chamber of commerce just smiled and said they had no comment. Siegel probably guessed what they were thinking: make it bigger and show Three-Eyed Lunt's power.

But this idea is definitely going to fail, Siegel thought to himself as he looked at the soldiers around the auction house. The basis of the slave trade was the orcs' continued victories, so they depended on the warlords, not the other way around. Fortunately, the "death squads" from Waterdeep City arrived today. If they were shipped directly to the dock one day earlier, I don't know if it was good or bad. If it was two days later, it would be difficult for Siegel to predict what twists and turns the slave market would encounter. .

"No one wants it?" The auctioneer saw that everyone was not interested in an old man, so he shouted loudly: "With a dwarf, he is the accountant's subordinate, who can help with errands and accounting. You can also let them perform tumbling and Sing. He rolls round and nice when you whip it up!"

After speaking, the auctioneer swung his whip and slapped the dwarf's arm hard. Siegel could see the anger in the dwarf's eyes, but under the threat of the whip being raised again, he had to roll **** the stage while making funny shouts. Siegel raised a hand and shouted in Orcish: "Seventy gold coins."

"The starting price is 80 gold coins, the one-eyed father." The auctioneer pointed his whip at Siegel and said with a smile, "You old man's ears are not good, the starting price is 80 gold coins!"

Siegel pointed to the cage behind the auctioneer, where a yellow short-legged dog was barking. "When you whipped the whip, the dog was barking. It was obviously the dwarf's pet. If you add the dog, I'll give you a hundred gold coins."

The surrounding orcs laughed, and some spat on the ground. "You're too good at taking advantage of it. A trained dog is worth thirty gold coins, and you want to buy it all for one hundred gold coins when you pack it?"

Siegel ignored the remarks at all, and if they wanted it, just bid. At this time, the orcs are obsessed with fighting and looting, and a slave who can write and count is useless. If it is a young female slave, it will be different. Gnomes can neither go to battle nor go to bed, and they can only feed and waste food, so Siegel is not too worried that someone will bid.

The auctioneer was hoarse, but most of the audience sat on wooden benches to drink, and some slaves were around to deliver the cured meat. Those real buyers were orc centurions, both ambitious and not short of money. Siegel saw longswords, throwing axes, and daggers, and several were wearing armor under their cloaks. They are still mainly watching the fun, and the products in the back will really arouse their interest, especially those burly and strong guys.

No one else bid, Siegel bought "Accountant", "Dwarf" and Dog with one hundred gold coins.

According to the Faceless, there are seven people in the whole party - the dog is just a mount, not counting - and five people need to be bought. They tried various ways to get into Macabuda, but after paying two lives they could only choose to be sold in. They wouldn't even be able to use this method if it wasn't for the orcs' frontline carrying looted loot to the rear.

In order to be like slaves, they abandoned their exquisite armor, handy weapons, and threw all their supplies in the desolate ice and snow. The Faceless said: The old man was an alchemist who made the bombs that ignited; the gnome was his assistant and priest of the phantom god, who was in charge of disguising the bombs. The tough old man with the red beard is the Count, and he and the remaining two assassins are responsible for the defense of this team.

Originally, there were two union mages accompanying him, but one died of the longbow of the orc patrol team, and the other suffered from frostbite on his feet, so he could hardly walk. He was discovered by the witch sacrifice using the flying technique, and then attracted the pursuit of the wolf cavalry. . As a last resort, the earl let him fly south by himself, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead.

"The next lot, a warrior," the auctioneer shouted. The old man and the dwarf did not attract everyone's interest at all, and the scene was a bit cold, so the Orc auctioneer changed the order. "Look at these muscles and teeth. It's a healthy slave. Take it with you after you buy it. As long as you have enough gold potion, he can block arrows and kill enemies for you."

This is one of the two followers, they have received knight martial arts education and wilderness survival ability training, but obviously do not know how to disguise. Maybe ashamed, maybe just coincidence, he chose to be low-key and docile, at least not as sharp as the previous fighters. However, he looked fine-skinned and tender, and his body was white and soft, which made many orcs put down their bad wine and began to pay attention to the situation on the field.

"Who will bid first?"

"Three hundred." cried an orc with big yellow teeth. Everyone looked at it and stopped paying attention, because the armor on his body was torn and tattered, and its owner would not have any money. "Three hundred and fifty." A huge orc who was covered in hair like a black bear and occupied a position for two people increased the price. The chain armor on this person was pieced together with multiple sets of armor, and it was randomly placed on the body. His weapon is a huge steel mace with many hideous protrusions on it. Siegel saw the lewd look in his eyes, and it is estimated that he bought warrior slaves not just for war.

"One more." A female orc with huge **** shouted loudly, the gaze in her eyes was even stronger. Several orcs burst into laughter, and the auctioneer glared at her in disgust, but did not reject the offer.

Orcs are the poorest race in the entire New World. They have neither gold mines nor commodities. They only have raiders. There are very few people who dare to come to the orcs to do business, even the smugglers need to be brave enough. So the orcs hoarded a lot of looted gold and silver coins, all of which were thrown into the slave trade and wine. The price of slaves is terribly high, but it is nothing to the orcs. After all, their money is also stolen, and they can't eat or drink if they keep it, and they can't buy other things.

Besides, spending a lot of money is also an act of showing the strength of the orcs.

"Four hundred," Siegel raised his hand.

"Four hundred and fifty."

"Add one more."

Siegel felt that the female orc who added one was just here to make trouble, and she would soon make the grumpy orcs around her angry.

There's no need to confuse the scene, Siegel thought. It's serious to end this ridiculous auction early. "Six hundred," he cried.

Such a price slowed down the entire bidding process, which was close to the upper limit of the price of a slave warrior. Unless he can show his horseback riding or archery skills again, it will take a long time to earn back the cost as an infantryman. The auctioneer intended to let the slave warriors perform martial arts in order to increase the price, but the warriors were very smart and pretended to miss it and threw the wooden long sword on the auctioneer's stomach.

In the end, Siegel bought the slave for six hundred and thirty gold coins. As he stood in shackles with the old man, the dwarf, and the dog, the old man whispered to him, "Tim, you shouldn't provoke the auctioneer, it's not wise."

"I just can't stand his ugly face." The young man spat on the ground and replied, "Don't worry, I didn't hurt him again."

The old man shook his head, feeling that he couldn't talk to the stupid guy.

After several auctions, a young human woman, "the newlyweds of a certain lord", was auctioned for a high price of 500 gold coins. This woman has **** and buttocks, and her appearance can only be regarded as average, but the orcs will not treat her like a princess, and will only make her continue to give birth, so she doesn't care what her face looks like. She cried when she was pulled up, and burst into tears when she was dragged down.

Sir Bill once said that no one can save everyone in the world, not even God.

Then there is the Blood Flame Knight, Count Maxim. He originally had reddish brown hair and eyebrows, and a beautiful beard of the same color, but he was shaved for this operation, leaving his head like a bare egg. He is in his fifties, but he still insists on practicing riding and swordsmanship every day, so his body is still strong and not inferior to young people. So he was in triple shackles like the young warrior: feet, hands and neck.

"A sturdy warrior with rich experience, he killed five orcs on the battlefield before he was caught." The auctioneer whipped the earl and shouted loudly: "And he won't seduce your female slave, he is old He has no other ability except to pick up the sword!"

The Count remained motionless, as if the whip hadn't hit his flesh at all, and there were no bloodstains on his back. It seems that the old man in the shackles is still a dangerous person. The thick calluses on his tiger's mouth, his thick arms and broad shoulders, coupled with a rebellious look, make him look like he is not well trained. the beast. The auctioneer whipped up a few more whips, and the earl didn't even frown.

Stupid, can't you just perform a little bit? Siegel was anxious inwardly, do you have to let the slave trader use a soldering iron on your noble face so that you can bow your head?

"Did you see it? This is a hero." The auctioneer shouted loudly, "Whether it is placed in the arena or used as a meat target, it has great prospects. The starting price is four hundred gold coins, what do you think?"

Siegel frowned, feeling that the auctioneer had changed a bit. Saying that would only increase the price of slaves and drain Siegel's wallet. Hasn't the Faceless already negotiated with him that these slaves can't fall into other people's pockets, how can things start to go badly now?

"Five hundred gold coins!" shouted a half-orc. He was wearing scale armor and had a short yellow cloak behind him, which looked very strange. On the cloak is an eye painted with red paint. This is the red-eyed general Luger, who is one of the cronies of the three-eyed warlord Lunt.

For a while, no one dared to bid with him, and the scene cooled down. The auctioneer frowned, holding the whip hesitantly, wondering if he should shout next. He stared at the one-eyed old man, his eyes swept across the young slave. His stomach was still hurting, and he was embarrassed by being beaten by the wooden sword just now, so he wouldn't let it go.

"Add one more."

Siegel really wanted to kiss this female orc, and her shout once again disturbed the situation on the field. Several orcs laughed, and the red-eyed subordinate rushed to the female orc and started punching and kicking with her subordinates. Not to be outdone, the female orc took out a stick as thick as a thigh and joined the battle. The scene became extremely chaotic for a while.

"Seven hundred gold coins," Siegel approached the front desk and said, "Seven hundred gold coins, quickly give me a deal."

The auctioneer snorted and shouted: "Seven hundred gold coins, seven hundred gold coins, is there a higher price?"

"Eight hundred gold coins, I'm worth the price." No one expected that Count Maxime would actually speak up and increase the price for himself. "This price should be able to be sold directly. I don't want to continue to give people a visit on this stage."

Siegel stared at Maxim, resisting the thought of rushing to stab him to death, and could only squeeze his fists. What kind of idiot is this, to actually look proud at this time. When you shave off your hair, eyebrows and beard, do you also shave off your brain? In the history of noble wars, the earl's ransom was at least 800 gold coins. Siegel understood the origin of this price, but now it is not a heroic battlefield, but a slave market for orcs. Why are you still struggling with the issue of worth.

Someone was already shouting "seven hundred and fifty gold coins" on the sidelines, and the auctioneer raised his eyebrows and looked at Siegel~www.novelmt.com~800 gold coins and sold it for me directly. ' said the mage in a low voice.

Fortunately, no one continued to follow up at this price, and the auctioneer handed over the chain that bound the Count to Siegel. The count still held his head high, as if he were still a victorious general. Siegel punched him hard in the stomach, but he didn't keep his hand at all. Even the giant on the hill couldn't bear it. The Count spit it out with a wow, and then fell into his own vomit. "Old Accountant" and "Dwarf Follower" saw this scene, their faces were distorted, only the young warrior was beckoned by Siegel, and was responsible for carrying the comatose Earl away.

"Next, a young archer." The auctioneer shouted loudly, and the orcs cheered and whistled. Archers are most popular with slave owners. They kill enemies quickly, are not easy to die, and are easier to control, especially when compared to sword and shield players. Such commodities are bound to fetch high prices, but the enthusiasm of the orcs will not diminish because of the high prices.

Siegel turned around and found that this man was the last one that needed to be bought. The auctioneer seemed to have forgotten the previous agreement, and excited the audience with a passionate commentary. In the end, he suddenly waved his hand to calm everyone down, and after giving "One-Eyed Dad" a provocative look, he suddenly said, "And, according to my observation, this archer is still a girl!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled off the clothes on the shooter's chest, revealing the chest wrapped in the cloth belt. Although small, she is indeed a woman.

The scene was quiet for two seconds, and the first quotation appeared.

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