Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 659 Wolf Blood King Camp
When Tilan first saw the wolfblood king's camp from the car window, what she saw were rows of white flags. Nitrated ox tails were hung on flagpoles, and the gray and white ox tail feathers fluttered in the wind. If there were only one flag, it would be quite bleak, but when such flags were arranged into a continuous wall line, it gave people a deterrent aura.

There are not many trees on the grassland, but there is a camp surrounded by wooden walls that stretches for several kilometers. It is particularly conspicuous and prominent on the endless grassland.

There are many scattered tents and parked carriages outside the royal camp. There are small stalls selling various goods along the road. Some people are guarding the stalls selling some cheap small items, while the larger caravans will go directly into the royal camp to trade.

When passing by here, Tilan did not rush in, but got off the carriage and browsed the stalls on the roadside along the way. The stall owners here are almost all individuals, and the things they sell are mostly simple utensils, and occasionally some fruits or food.

“All the stalls here are for those who don’t want to pay to enter Wangying. There are also a lot of scammers. If you don’t have good eyesight, it’s best not to buy things here.” Seeing that Tilan was interested, Guy explained to her.

"Is the fee to enter the King's Camp very high?" Tilan remembered that it was also the case in Shilin Mountain Fortress before.

"For an individual, it is a bit high, probably three times as high as the Stone Forest Castle." Guy thought for a moment.

“The wolfbloods are quite domineering, but no other forces dare to run a market near this big river, so the various settlements have to come here to trade.”

Just as the two were talking, a loud noise came from the front. Several wolf-bloods riding on tall wolves were seen waving big swords and directly chopping down the vendors and stalls along the way, and some goods were also overturned and snatched away.

"Freeloader bastards." The wolf-blooded leader had a red face and a ferocious expression, and the knife in his hand was stained with blood.

After this round of hacking and killing, the vendors along the way packed up their things and ran away. The travelers on the roadside looked at them with some fear. Fortunately, these patrolling wolf-bloods did not pay attention to the pedestrians who were about to enter the camp. After riding their wolves around for a few times, they returned to the camp again.

Seeing that there was nothing to see, Tilan returned to the car and followed everyone else to line up and enter the royal camp.

"You, twenty vehicles, need to pay an additional 800 blood seals." The wolf-blooded guarding the gate took a look at the number of vehicles in the caravan and asked Guy to pay part of the goods as the entrance fee.

Guy could only shake his head at this, and then asked his companions to bring out another box of tea cakes as the entrance fee.

Seeing that he paid the money obediently, the wolfbloods guarding the gate nodded contentedly and made way.

"Next." They continued to shout.

After the convoy entered the camp, it first came across a slightly winding wooden wall passage, but when it walked out, it was a vast market below. Several lines were artificially drawn on the open space, dividing it into several rough blocks, and then each caravan set up stalls inside to trade. Looking at the wolf-blood guards that kept shuttling back and forth, there should be someone special to maintain order.

Tilan estimated from the carriage that there were probably more than 1600 people in this market alone. It was very lively inside, and there were people selling hot food and drinks.

At this point, the caravan, under the guidance of the market managers, camped in an open space. The accompanying members began to set up the place skillfully, leaving Guy and Fran in charge of the buying and selling arrangements here, while Tilan and Sura took a few people to tour the market to see if there was anything worth buying.

"It's rare to come to such a big market, I must take a good look around." Sura was in a good mood. She had been living with the caravan for some time, but it was a bit boring. After all, she was not very good at bargaining, and there was no environment in the caravan for her to make use of her talents. She had to give up the maintenance and forging she usually did.

Loloria was also looking around curiously at this moment. She had a hood covering her face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, making it impossible to tell that she was a robot.

Just as they said before, many of the commercial goods here are food, including large amounts of dried fish pickled from nearby settlements, stuffed sausages, air-dried fruit slices, and beef strips as hard as stone.

In addition to food, there are utensils and daily necessities made by each settlement, such as fired pottery, forged iron pots and kettles, hoes and pickaxes, etc. Occasionally, you can see some decorative items, but few people buy them.

However, if you were to ask where the most people were and where it was the busiest, it would definitely be where slaves were sold.

The order on the grassland is fragile and conflicts are constant. After victory in a battle between settlements, it would undoubtedly be a huge waste to kill all the captives, so some valuable people would be preserved and then brought to the king's camp for sale.

"Bang Ge Ni Xiu (a useful slave)." A figure with dark red skin stood on the wooden platform. His voice was rough and unclear, but what he meant was very simple. That was the black-haired woman locked in the cage next to him.

The woman looked to be between 30 and 40 years old, with disheveled hair, dull eyes, and tattered clothes. Afraid of the sound of hitting the cage, she stood up numbly, then lowered her head again.

Next to the cage, there was a wooden board with the words "Tailor, Woman" written on it in crooked handwriting. It seemed that this woman had some sewing skills and was considered a relatively valuable slave.

After the hawking began, the people surrounding below began to shout out prices, which quickly rose from 100 blood seals at the beginning to 200 blood seals, and then slowly approached 300 blood seals.

"The man who sold slaves is a red poison species, right?" Tilan looked at the figure with dark red skin and remembered the corpses she saw when she first arrived at the settlement.

"Yes, they are a notorious group of guys." Sura frowned.

"The Stone Forest Fort won't allow these guys to enter the city, but the Wolfbloods don't care. As long as you pay enough money, they will let you in."

"Although I don't like them, many people in the grassland settlements love and hate them."

"Aren't they often covered in pollution? How could anyone like them?" Tilan was a little surprised.

"It's disgusting, but the various slaves they sell are cheap, and many settlements like to buy them to increase their population and strength."

"For example, this woman should have some tailoring skills, which is very rare in many settlements. With her, many furs in the settlement can be transformed into clothes and bedding."

"Alas, the slave trade..." Tilan shook her head after watching the auction on the stage.

It can only be said that in an era of backward productivity and technology, this kind of trade is almost impossible to eliminate. Its only advantage is that compared with the cannibalism in primitive society, it is a slight improvement. At least the slaves survived and were not all killed on the spot.

But on the other hand, due to the backward productivity in ancient times, in order to maintain the huge imperial expenses, massive, unpaid slave laborers were necessary. The rapid rise and prosperity of Rome in those days was largely dependent on the large number of slaves obtained through conquests.

No longer watching the new round of hawking on the stage, Tilan turned her attention to the special and tall figures on the side. These people had dark gray and wrinkled skin, and looked very ugly, but it could also be felt that their skin was extremely tough and thick, and their physiques were sturdy.

"Those are elephant-bodied creatures. They are very tall, and the thick skin on their bodies provides exceptionally strong defense. Ordinary muskets cannot penetrate them from a distance, and ordinary swords and knives also have difficulty breaking their armor. On the grassland, they are almost like tanks." Sura told the girl in a slightly low voice.

"What about those on this side?" Tilan pointed to several figures standing on the other side of the stands. They could not even be called "people" because their heads were like rhinoceros', with a thick, curved horn and eye sockets on both sides.

"Those are horned beasts. It is said that they were once an experimental species of a certain force, but later escaped from the research site and gradually formed their own settlement."

"Now these guys have become a considerable force on the grassland. They are very strong. Although they run slowly, as long as they catch up, they can easily crush the bones of ordinary people with their huge weight and body shape." Sura commented.

Seeing that Tilan was interested in these new species, Sura simply introduced them one by one. "Those with triangular wings on their backs are gliding feathers. They can take off for a short time, fly very high, and then glide for a long distance. However, the flying ability of these guys is just that, not free and flexible, and not as good as the real winged races."

"The one being sold on the red wooden stand is a Charm. They have handsome figures and well-defined facial features. In addition, they have natural charm and the ability to sense emotions. They are the lovers and partners in many people's minds. These guys are not strong in combat, so they are often vassals of other races." Sura pointed at a handsome young man with dark blond hair in the distance. He wore an open-chested shirt and a collar around his neck. Many women below were screaming for him.

"However, when it comes to beauty and attractiveness, the charm species is actually not as good as the silkworm moth species." Sura touched his chin.

"It is said that the silkworm moth species was born very late, so the template used when it was created was more excellent, so the probability of giving birth to a beauty was greater."

"The version of the Phantom is still too old and does not meet the aesthetic tastes of some people."

"There is such a saying." Tilan wanted to laugh after hearing it, and then asked Sura.

"What about you Iron Core people?"

"Us? When we were created, practicality was definitely the first priority. Strong bones, powerful muscles, and the ability to control metal changes are the most important. As for appearance, those are just icing on the cake and are of little use in a brutal war." It seems that Sura is quite proud of his racial characteristics.

"You see, I am welcome wherever I go now. Everyone needs steel and craftsmen. But no matter how beautiful those ghost creatures are, they can only be slaves."

"Loloria thinks so too, but the leader sister told us that a beautiful appearance will make humans like it more and be more willing to work for it. The increased efficiency and power far outweigh the performance sacrificed." Loloria replied in a low voice behind him.

"Well, interests and hobbies are indeed the primary productive forces, especially for those who have no worries about food and clothing." Tilan blinked.

As the three of them walked through the market and were about to continue looking at what was available, a burst of gunfire was heard from not far away, followed by someone exclaiming.

"Heaven, heaven!"

Tilan looked up and saw a few small dots appearing in the distant sky. Then these dots expanded rapidly, and gradually it became clear that they were a special race with butterfly wings on their backs.

The wings were azure blue with colorful patterns on them, like gorgeous butterflies. They flew very fast, turning several times in the air and easily avoiding the shooting from below. Then several of them suddenly swooped down, holding dark blue rapiers and smashing a covered cage in the market, rescuing a tied child from it, and then returned to the sky.

A horn sounded in Wang's camp, followed by gunshots from various places. There was continuous firing, and several flying figures were injured. The butterfly wings on their backs were pierced, but they still staggered and insisted on flying into the sky, heading south.

"Catch them!" someone shouted in the camp.

Several Slippery Feather guards leaped up from the platform, rushed forward suddenly, and pounced on the backs of the Butterfly Wings. The two sides fought in the air. One of the Butterfly Wings was directly pierced by a spear, but due to his delay, the other Butterfly Wings finally escaped.

After that, even if the Slippery Feather Guards wanted to chase, they couldn't fly that high.

Afterwards, the guards brought the severely injured and captured Diechi figure to the camp, and the doctor in the king's camp was invited over.

"Treat him, don't let him die."

"Damn it, the valuable little guy ran away and this old guy has to use him to pay off his debt." The slave trader on the side was furious.

In front of him, four doctors cast spells and began to heal the puncture wounds.

"No, his internal organs are injured. The wound is very big and we can't stop the bleeding. Moreover, his internal organs are damaged and it is basically uncurable." The doctors here are of limited standard. Seeing that the man is getting weaker and weaker, his face is starting to turn pale and blue.

"Fuck..." Vicious curses escaped the slave trader's mouth.

Seeing this scene, Tilan wanted to raise her hand and move forward, but quickly put it down. She whispered a few words to Sura beside her, and the other nodded.

"Is this slave still for sale? How much?" Sura rushed over.

"Do you want to buy it?" Seeing that this guy was about to die, and there were still people who wanted to buy him, the slave trader's expression changed.

"Yes, I am useful. You can sell it to me or not. If you don't want to sell it, forget it." Sura answered very quickly.

"This..." The slave trader wanted to ask for a high price, but seeing the man's breathing getting weaker and weaker, he didn't dare to waste time. If he really died, he would be worthless.

"300 blood marks."

"Okay." Sura took out a piece of gold from his arms. Although this thing was not very useful, it was rare enough and difficult to imitate. It was also a natural equivalent in this land.

"Gold?" After receiving it, the slave trader weighed it in surprise, and then took a bite.

"Really, give it to her." After saying that, he quickly waved his hand and asked the people around him to send the dying man out.

Seeing them let go, Sura ordered several foxtail warriors behind him to lift the man and take him to the caravan camp in the market.

Soon, Tilan entered the curtained tent and performed emergency surgery and treatment on the man.

About 10 minutes later, she washed her hands and came out.

"How is it? Is she rescued?" Sura saw that the girl looked normal and couldn't guess the details.

"He's been rescued. He'll probably need to rest for a while." Tilan pressed her finger lightly on her chin.

"Let two people watch him. When he wakes up, call me and I will communicate with him." As a singer, she has plenty of ways to make others calm down and be obedient.

I didn't expect to see the Butterfly Eyes here. As a dependent race of the Dark Sun Trikarans, they are also one of the 'Four Sky Wings'. Even at the end of the Fifth Era, the Butterfly Eyes were a powerful race. Their gene template was taken from the Phantom Eyes, and they were further optimized on this basis. Their reconnaissance and illusion capabilities are top-notch, and they use a large number of phantom fighters in interstellar wars. These fighters that create illusions by stacking them have caused great interference to many enemies. The 'Phantom Crystal Mist' that the Federation uses for immersive movies today is said to have its earliest technical source borrowed from the scales of the Butterfly Eyes who defeated them at the end of the Fifth Era.

I don’t know how they became so backward, or maybe this is just a branch of the Butterfly Eye species, and the main body of the Butterfly Eye species at that time had already moved to other galaxies with the Dark Sun Tricalans, and finally were completely annihilated by the Federation fleet in the star region in the northern part of the Milky Way along with the Dark Sun Tricalans.

(End of this chapter)