My name is Ren

Chapter 161 When the butcher's knife in his hand is raised high, it also means that he may fall under the butcher's knife in the future

A blue-headed falcon unique to the Salmy Mountains flapped its wings and hovered on the edge of the Salmy Mountains. Its small eyes curiously looked at a clearing in the dense forest that had been cleared out by humans.The blue-headed falcon's unique retina can distinguish urine on the grass and fresh blood at an altitude of several thousand meters. These things are particularly eye-catching in its eyes.The blue-headed falcon also relied on this unique ability to make a living in the Salmy Mountains.

It found that there was a lot of urine and a lot of fresh blood in this open space. It wasn't sure whether it should go down, because there were still a lot of smells that it hated.Perhaps thinking of the children on the cliff who were still waiting to be fed, it hesitated a little, flapped its broad wings vigorously, folded them to the side of its body, raised its head slightly, and plunged down.The airflow is continuously diverted by the lines on the feathers, and its speed is getting faster and faster, like a javelin shot straight down from the sky.

Seeing that the food in front of him was getting closer and closer, and when it was about to spread its wings again to buffer, the arrow that had been falling from the sky pierced through its body with a hissing sound.It struggled, and the arrow pierced through one of its wings and body, making it unable to maintain its balance, and the only wing that spread out could not provide enough upward momentum.It screamed and screamed, it kept spinning and falling, and in a blink of an eye it fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A fifth-level ranger put a compound bow on his back, walked up to the struggling falcon, grabbed the arrow with one hand, stepped on the falcon's neck hard, and then crushed it hard.The falcon stopped moving, and the ranger smiled and raised the falcon to show off to the people around him, "Look, I said that I can hit it with one shot, but you always don't believe me, will you see it?"

Some rangers around either showed admiration or disdain for this. The ranger laughed loudly, took off the arrow head and put it in his pocket, weighed the dead falcon in his hand, "Today at noon I As an extra meal, the blue-headed falcon in the Ermei Mountains is said to be delicious. But this thing looks big, but it doesn't feel meaty."

On the man-made camp, there was a huge fence with wooden stakes everywhere, and each tired black man was chained around the wooden stakes with his hands and feet chained.Most of these black barbarians had blood dripping from their crotches, and they were castrated immediately after being captured, so that the wounds had healed at the end of the slave capture and could be sold directly to buyers.There are also some female black barbarians who have been stripped of their clothes and are doing some simple work, such as packing up the camp, cleaning and so on.

This is a camp of slave catchers. They opened up a clearing in the dense forest on the edge of the Salmei Mountains, and all the black barbarians they captured were held here.In just half a month, more than 2000 black barbarians have been captured, and more than [-] of them have been successfully delivered to buyers, making this group of people a lot of money.

In the eyes of these slave catchers, the black man is no different from a tree, a stone, or a small animal by the roadside.Influenced by chauvinism, Desi people have blind nationalist feelings, thinking that only Desi people are human beings in this world, and everyone else is just an animal that looks like a human being. They can be commodities or prey. The only thing that cannot be human.This kind of nationalism is very marketable and widely circulated among Desi people. Some scholars have reflected on the disadvantages of nationalism, but they were soon drowned in the sea of ​​​​people by the fanatical Desi people.

Seeing the sun rise to the middle of the sky, the only trunk left in the camp, a big tree with its branches and leaves cut off, stands in the sun. The shadow of this trunk points to the north and west, and the female black barbarian is in front of the slave catcher. With the sound of whips and scolding, he started cooking.A large iron pot was set up, and bags of wheat kernels were poured into the iron pot, plus shredded pork and water, and the tangy aroma permeated the entire camp in less than 10 minutes.

Nearly 300 slave catchers came out of tents and simple wooden sheds throughout the camp. At this time, the temperature in the dense forest was very pleasant, and there was no need to build a too airtight residence.Holding their own wooden bowls, they gathered around the iron pot, drank cheap wine and sang interesting songs.

"We are all great slave catchers, slave catchers who make their prey fearful. Every time we go out, we will get a big harvest. Heiman's legs will go weak when he sees us. We are good hunters in the dense forest, and no prey can escape us. Eyes, we bring disaster to Heiman, let them remember our appearance..."

The content of the song is very simple, very popular, and very bad.Of course, this group of people can't feel it themselves. They are proud of it, and they don't feel that what they do violates their own values, nor does it violate morality and ethics.

People sang songs, talked and laughed to fill their stomachs, and a large number of people left the camp a few days ago to go to further places to catch slaves.It may be that some black man escaped from birth and brought the news of the slave catcher to the surrounding tribes. Recently, the surrounding black man almost disappeared, and they all hid in the deeper mountains and forests.It is precisely because of this that the danger of slavery is also doubling.Compared with the tribes on the edge of the Salmei Mountains, the tribes in the depths of the mountains have more people, stronger forces, and more savage nature.

If it weren't for the proliferation of slave hunting, maybe after decades of evolution, these black barbarians who were closer to the outside world could finally get out of the dense forest and become a part of the ethnic integration of the Orlando Empire.Even the most discriminated against is better than being bought and sold like an animal.

"They should be back in the next few days." The person who spoke was a captain who stayed behind in the camp. The three major slave merchants were crazily hunting slaves. Harvey was the strongest, so Harvey's team acted alone. Willing to share the fruits of his victory.The other two teams are relatively weak, and they unite together to strive for a greater share of this transaction.

The assistant on the side bit the freshly roasted, bloodshot meat, and his mouth was covered with pale golden transparent fat.He raised his sleeve and wiped it vigorously, and laughed, "I heard that a large tribe was found ahead, with a size of 5000 people. If it succeeds this time, we can rest."

The captain squinted at him and sneered, "You guys are not motivated at all. We are racing against Harvey. We rested, but he didn't rest. Do you want to leave all the money to him?"

The assistant put down the piece of meat in his hand, and became a little melancholy, with a rare sadness appearing between his brows, "The identity of the buyer this time is very special, I think we did something stupid. If the Lord City Lord pursues it, we are afraid I can’t explain it.”

The captain sneered twice and shook his head, "What do you know? Harvey is also involved in this matter. Besides, we didn't betray Ortrenburg's interests. Isn't what we are doing exactly what we should be doing? The only The possible mistake is that we did not report to the city lord. Besides, even if Ren is not satisfied with us, what can he do? We add up to almost 5000 armed forces, plus a group of well-raised black barbarians, Let alone [-] troops, he Ren dares to attack us?"

The captain patted the assistant on the shoulder, "You are still young, and you don't understand the truth here. As long as we don't oppose or resist Rennes' rule, with our current strength, it's fine for him to turn a blind eye." .If he really wants to deal with us, we are not vegetarians. It’s amazing to go into the city lord’s mansion and overthrow him directly. Now Bell’s world is in chaos. If he is smart, he will pretend not to know. We have gained benefits, everyone is good to me, too."

The assistant could only nod his head. He knew that if he continued, the captain would definitely feel bad for him.In the slave-catching team, these slave-catchers are also divided into grades, and the top one is like the captain. He has great power, and even the big boss should be polite to him and treat him with courtesy. treat.The next level is the assistant level, which belongs to the civilian workers in the slave hunting team and is responsible for the logistics. It is a lucrative and enjoyable job.

The squad leader and the like are not happy, because they all have to take the lead in capturing slaves in the humid dense forest. Not to mention how bad the environment in the dense forest is, it is very dangerous to just take the lead in rushing to kill.Don't think that you can catch many Heiman every time because Heiman is weak. In fact, Heiman is not weak. Whether it is courage or fighting power, the only thing they can't compare with the slave hunting team is their equipment.After every bloody hunting operation, some people will always stay in this mountain range forever.

As for the slave catchers at the bottom, their work is relatively the dirtiest and the most tiring, and they get the least benefits.

After drinking for three rounds, the smell of alcohol in the camp was very strong.The slave catchers were not worried that the chained black men would rebel, they only gave the black slaves something to eat every other day, let alone rebellion, they didn't even have the strength to walk a few steps.This kind of management method has limited the powerlessness of the black barbarians very well. In addition, they have just been castrated, and these black barbarians may not be able to walk well now.

The ranger before was happily eating the delicious roasted falcon, and was triumphant under the envious eyes of the people. He suddenly felt that he should say something, drank the low-quality wine in the wooden cup in one gulp, and stood up.He opened his mouth wide, his dull mind pondering what he should say.At this moment, the arrow pierced through the back of his head instantly, and the triangular arrow blade protruded from his wide-open mouth.

He fell straight down under the gazes of the people, overturned the iron pot, and fell into the boiling wheat kernel porridge.

After a moment of dead silence, arrows like raindrops fell into the crowd crazily, and the slave catcher screamed and avoided.They wanted to fight back, but this round of arrow rain came so suddenly and violently that they didn't even have a chance to resist.

The assistant's heart was thumping, and the moment the ranger fell, he fell behind the iron pot. His frightened eyes looked at the direction of the arrow rain, and he saw groups of black-armored soldiers holding longbows Walk out of the forest slowly.

His heart was about to jump out of his mouth, meaningless syllables came out of his wide open mouth, and his mind was blank, only two words remained - Ren!
(End of this chapter)