Twenty Sided Dice

"This place sucks." Siegel rubbed his stiff knees, raised his hood and looked at the current Bacon Town.

"There are places in the wasteland that are worse than this, you just haven't seen it before." Lin Ke spit black saliva on the ground, and by the way, cleaned up the tobacco scum from the gap between his teeth. "Do you think that every place is as comfortable as Nashi Village? That's my fifteen years of hard work. Bacon Town, this is just a trading center. Apart from maintaining the order of buying and selling, Kaka won't bother to organize it."

From the eyes of the magic pet raven, Siegel overlooked the city. At that time, he only felt that it was messy, corrupt, and dirty, and it gave people an uncomfortable feeling from a distance. The town mixes the black of the sludge, the yellow-green of the orcs, the purple of the bloodstains, and the gray-white of the vomit, making this unsightly place. Approaching him now, surrounded by the smell and noise of the city, Siegel felt dizzy and just wanted to get away from the place.

But he still had things to do, and it was his own choice to come here, so he couldn't turn around before entering the gate. He checked his attire again, making sure that every possible exposed skin was covered with clothing: gloves, bracers, a scarf, a cape, a hood, and most importantly, a mask. Siegel used silver, copper, tin, and lead to create a ferocious mask to cover his human face, using the same methods he used to make the signet ring.

In addition, he also wore the necklace, belt and ring of the original witch sacrifice, and a headband of animal teeth. As long as no one lifts his mask, his true identity should not be discovered.

In the Wasteland of Tears of the Sun, it is easy for orcs to dare to attack the witch sacrifice. They are afraid of the magic power of the witch sacrifice, they are afraid of being cursed, and they are even more afraid that no one will treat them after they are injured. So Lin Ke walked into Bacon Town with Siegel swaggeringly. The orc guard in front of the door didn't dare to collect the money at all, so he rushed over and knelt on the ground and kissed Siegel's ring.

Siegel finally resisted the urge to draw a knife in self-defense, and let the beastman's mouth kiss his finger. He said a few words of blessing and waved his hand to let the guards go. The orc obediently obeyed the order and happily went to search for other people who were queuing to enter the city.

Orcs do not produce, they basically live only by plundering. In fact, they also had farmland, fruit trees, raised livestock, and dug mines. But there is not a single orc who does this work, they are all slaves, a lot of slaves. Slaves come from war, so the orcs go to war; they also come from trade, so there are so many orc slave ships on the sea. Slaves also give birth to slaves, toiling for generations for the orcs. Whether it is the New World or the Old World, this is the scene on the orcs' turf, and the whole society is built on the lives of slaves.

From birth, slaves are assigned jobs according to the health of the newborn's limbs and the characteristics of the orc blood. Orcs have tattoos on their foreheads, the grass is the farmer, the bone is the tamer, the axe is the woodcutter, the iron pick is the absentee, the triangle is the handyman and hard labor, and the ring is the Ji girl. Half-orcs don't have patterns on their bodies for the time being. If they can fight, they can redeem themselves with military exploits and loot and get rid of their slave status.

The streets were chaotic, full of orcs shouting, cursing, and fighting. The spectators laughed hysterically and threw mud at the two orcs who were tumbling in the mud. A few orc children laughed and muttered to their mates in their own language not knowing what they were talking about. Several innocent slaves were involved in the brawl and were beaten to death within seconds.

This is not the time to intervene. It can only be done one thing at a time. Right now, there is not enough power to do a good job of listening for information and saving slaves. Siegel now had no choice but to close his eyes, pray for the slaves, and go his own way. If the orcs can suffer a big loss, maybe the slaves here can get rid of the current predicament. Don't the people south of the Walled Mountains know about slavery here? In fact, everyone knows that it is only out of various considerations—especially the combat effectiveness of the orc army, that they have been unable to overthrow this system.

While observing the surrounding situation, Siegel followed Lin Ke to the center of the town. He tried not to pay attention to the corpses of slaves hanging on the gallows, but to memorize the layout and function of the whole town. But the corpses were striking, most of them caught for a failed escape attempt, skinned with their families, dyed and hung in a conspicuous place to warn other slaves. Sometimes there are no escapees for a long time, and the orcs will randomly grab a slave, skin it and hang it up. So as long as it is the site of the skinned warlord Waga, there will be no shortage of skinless corpses on the gallows. Siegel felt it carefully, and didn't know the reason. It seems that there is no enchantment to detect magic, which means that magic can be used.

"Here we are, this is the trading area, let's live here first." Lin Ke suddenly pointed to an open space and said.

"Here?" Siegel only saw a row of open-air chaise pavilions, barely freed from the mud and sewage, and covered with double-layer straw mats filled with straw. The orc stuck some wooden poles beside the bed and propped up the patched canvas canopy. There are no walls here, and naturally there are no doors and windows. Each occupant is next to another, and there is no concept of privacy. Siegel also saw a few orcs copulating in broad daylight, and other orcs were used to it and judged.

There is also no kitchen or dining room here. Everyone can only eat the food they bring, or let the slaves make a fire to cook. The only thing on sale is wine. There are grain wines such as ale, and fruit wines such as red wine, as well as local wine made from potatoes and mushrooms, and "honey wine" mixed with blood. Their common feature is that they are mixed with water. It was well water or snow water, but it still sold well, and the orcs scrambled to buy it to water their thirsty throats. Lin Ke also didn't drink these things, saying that the wine was "terribly inferior" and tasteless. He would share spruce tea with Siegel and squeeze a few drops of honey, which he called "the last treat."

The mage looked at this place and always felt that something was wrong. There is no more crowded place in the whole Bacon Town than here. There are now more than twenty orcs gathered, and their slaves are twice their own. Not to mention casting spells, you can't even eat with the mask off. Siegel looked at Lin Ke cautiously, but couldn't see anything from his expression.

"Isn't there a secluded corner where I can be quiet?"

"Only a coward would go to the edge of no one." The squat village chief said sincerely: "There will be people taking advantage of the so-called quiet place, but it will be more annoying. You follow me, I know where it is best."

They went straight to the center, where there was a small space vacant. Many orcs are eyeing this place, but they don't dare to get too close. Only general-level orcs dare to use this best bed, others must be prepared to face the sword. If you are strong enough, you can naturally win a place, and even gain the favor of some generals, and it is not impossible to be promoted to a thousand commander in one step. When Siegel got here, he could vaguely see wet blood in the mud, and bits of teeth and guts in the mud.

"As a witch sacrifice, your status is higher than that of a thousand commanders, and some generals are not as good as you, so you can stay here. If someone dares to make trouble, don't be polite, just kill them!" Lin Ke said fiercely: "What are orcs actually? I don't understand, I only understand what it means to kill! So, kill!"

The word "kill" made Siegel feel conflicted. On the one hand, he was skeptical, but on the other hand, his blood was boiling. During the war, he, a young man, had been suppressing his killing intent, especially when he saw the miserable slaves along the way, which aroused the killing intent towards the evil orcs. He had read quite a few new spells from the blood magician's spellbook, and although some of them were cruel and terrifying, Siegel felt that it would be a good idea to use them on orc slave owners. So the hot-blooded young man in his heart was eager to try, and he almost shouted: "Who is not convinced?!" But the rational thinking side of the mage always reminded him to see more, listen more, and think more. But even so, murderous eyes still shot out from behind the mask and swept over the surrounding orcs. The orcs are very sensitive to this kind of atmosphere, and subconsciously hide away.

"Then what do we do, wait?" Siegel asked in a low voice.

"Unless you want to go to the slave market to change things." Lin Ke moved his **** to the bed and teased: "Sometimes there are beautiful girls for sale here, I always want one, after all, looking at orcs is really bad for the eyes— —Although it’s the same when it’s dark. But do you have money?”

Siegel nodded. 'Gems, magic scrolls, dragon teeth and dragon bones, I believe these are things that can be sold for a good price. ' the mage thought to himself, but he didn't know if taking out these things would bring risks.

"Then we can't go now." Linke shook his head and said, "We will stay in this position for at least half a day, until there are no challengers. Trust me, the blind guy will come up after a while. You want Intelligence, okay, you have to be famous first, or no one will trade with you."

"Well, I'll wait and see~www.novelmt.com~ This sentence refers not only to the surrounding orcs, but also to Lin Ke.

Siegel sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to meditate. The Raven Familiar stopped on his shoulder, responsible for scouting the surrounding situation and preventing someone from sneaking up. Such an attitude makes the orcs puzzled. They are instinctively afraid of witch sacrifices, but it is not against the rules not to fight. Several orcs cursed in their hearts, how could a witch sacrifice come to this place in Bacon Town and occupy the position of a general? I have never encountered this before, what should I do? Bacon Town never had rules, so only Kaka could decide what to do. Seeing the time passing by, some people couldn't hold back.

A few orcs opened the market and used ale to tempt "Spear Man" Akus to challenge. "It's just a witch sacrifice, but you have to abide by the rules here. Don't worry, as long as you don't get splattered by his blood across the glove, you'll be fine. The first punch you remember must hit him in the mouth, That way he can't utter a curse."

The raven watched as Bullock drank two glasses of ale, fast and fast, like the heartbeat of the drinker. The spear man is muscular, with a broad jaw and a huge lees nose, and carries a long knife in his hand. He didn't use a spear, so the origin of his nickname "Spear Man" can be imagined. Siegel opened his eyes, and with just one glance, he estimated the length of the spear man's arm and the threat range of the weapon. The long knife is just a cover, not suitable for close combat at all. The real threat can only come from his iron fists, which appear to be part of some full-body armor.

Whether it was loot or scavenging, Siegel didn't know and didn't want to know. The spear man walked towards him step by step, while Siegel's fingers rubbed a blood-red stone hanging from his waist, and he had begun to silently cast spells.