Dragon God, immortal

After a short wait, the sticky yellow liquid solidified and turned into a golden solid. This is sulfur known as the "devil's gold."

Without hesitation, the cat man moved the sulfur away with a carrying pole and quickened his pace to leave the dangerous area.

He is a member of the Cat-Eared Clan, a cat-man from the Snow Leopard Tribe.

They are also slaves controlled by humans.

The ring worn around the neck was a magical item. The slave owner only needed to snap his fingers to extend the poisonous stinger in the ring and kill the disobedient slave.

There are more than a dozen cat people like him. Originally, his tribe had hundreds of cat people, who lived peacefully on this plateau and made a living by grazing.

Later, that group of humans came, killed some, enslaved some, and let some escape. In the end, only a dozen of them were left.

"Damn it." The cat-eared boy wiped his nose and carried the shoulder pole up the mountain.

The sulfur smells like rotten eggs.

In the past, he would never touch these things.

And now, in order to survive and to keep the rest of the tribe alive, he had to let his pads be tainted with this taste.

Walking on the rough road, with gravel all over the ground, is a torture for the cat-eared people who walk barefoot...

Leaving the bloody mountain road, many rugged paths began to merge into a main road. On this road there were cat people from other snow leopard tribes, and they were the same as the boy.

Several cat people were carrying shoulder poles, stepping on blood, and carrying sulfur, walking in the same direction... Their destination was originally their tribe, but now it was a prison where their people were imprisoned...

As the boy was walking, he almost fell down an uphill slope. Fortunately, he was supported by the cat-man beside him and did not fall into the slope with a drop of more than ten meters.

"Hold on, we'll be home soon." The cat man comforted.

"Home? Where is home?" the young man said with a cold face.

The cat people were silent.

Walk into the tribe.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! You barbarians! Do you want to be whipped? Put your food down now!" The fat human was wearing a thick coat to resist the severe cold of the plateau, and waving a long whip in his hand.

The young man did not dare to make any mistakes, because behind that human were the rest of the tribesmen… Those tribesmen were originally brave hunters, strong and unyielding female leopards, but now they were trapped beasts in a cage.

Two cat-people were a little slow and were whipped. Their involuntary cries of pain turned into mental whips, lashing the rest of the cat-people.

The boy raised his head slightly and his eyes met with a muscular male cat-man.

"Do you want to start now?"

This is the look of a young boy.

'Don't die.'

This was the answer from the strong cat man.

In the end, all the cat people openly handed over all the sulfur obediently.

"Oh, Mr. Slave Master, there are too many impurities in this sulfur!" Two figures emerged from behind the slave master.

"Good morning, Mr. Alchemist, Sir Mobile. The sulfur you want has been dug out. It is clearly written in the contract. Do you want to break the contract and lower the price?" said the slave owner with a wry smile.

"Of course... not." The thin man called the alchemist smirked and pointed at the female cat-man in the cage in the house. "It has nothing to do with the sulfur contract. I want to buy some toys. How about... a gold coin?"

"What about sending away beggars? Twenty-three! Not one less!" The fat slave owner waved the whip, and the long whip made a crackling sound, with faint flashes of lightning in it.

"Only one gold coin."

Sir Mobile spoke up.

He slowly walked out of the shadows, the scar on his face twitching slightly, and his sturdy figure was full of oppression.

As soon as these words came out, the slave owner's face turned an unnatural liver color, which meant that there was no room for bargaining... One gold coin, forget it.

The slave owner is not stupid either. Gaoling Mountain suddenly erupted some time ago. Although for some reason it only erupted a little and then subsided, there is no doubt that this mountain has become very dangerous.

In fact, the three of them had the same idea, which was to leave the Frosty Plateau immediately after completing the sulfur transaction.

But this brings up a problem: the three of them are not in the same boat.

Slave owners controlled the miners.

The alchemist is the money man.

Sir Mobil was the owner of the team.

The current situation is that the alchemist has formed an alliance with Baron Mobile with the goal of exploiting the weak slave owners...but will he give up the interests in his hands?

"One gold coin is just one gold coin..." The slave owner curled his lips. He demonstrated with his actions that he could.

Live cat-eared creatures are valuable commodities.

The slave owners would not let them go easily.

But value is value, and at this stage only Sir Mobile's carriage can carry away so many cat-eared tribes... Therefore, if one cat-eared tribe can be exchanged for the transportation of the rest, this deal would be really worthwhile.

"Very good, sensible." Sir Mobile nodded and signaled the alchemist to choose the female leopard he liked.

The slave owners were intelligent people, and it was easy to understand what they meant without further explanation.

"Hey, hey, hey? Why did you take three?" When the slave owner saw the alchemist take away three pieces of iron, he immediately realized that he had missed something.

"What I have are 'some toys'. Hehe, thank you for your care, Mr. Slave Master." The alchemist bowed in a pretentious manner and smiled playfully.

"You! Damn it--" The slave owner raised his long whip and pointed at the alchemist angrily. At the same time, Baron Mobil drew the war hammer at his waist. The slave owner immediately became cowardly: "Forget it, put one of you down, otherwise... even if Sir Mobil protects you, I will make you taste the power of [Five-Whip Whip]!"

"Tsk...Have you reached the bottom line..." The alchemist curled his lips. After weighing the pros and cons, he felt that he really couldn't force the slave owner, so he put down a piece of iron.

So the three of them completed the distribution of the spoils.

Next, it’s time to prepare before leaving.

"What should we do with the remaining cat people?" The alchemist glanced at the male cat people.

"Well...their fur is stinking and worthless, so let's kill them all." The slave owner said without hesitation.

"It would be a shame to kill them all..." The alchemist smiled at the young cat-man and unbuckled half of his belt. "I like the small one."

"You like this? It's up to you, you can play with the worthless stuff as you like." The slave owner was very generous in distributing the garbage, and Baron Mobile also acquiesced to the alchemist's actions.

The alchemist stepped forward and pinched the young cat-man who was looking confused. Since the boy could not understand human language, he had no idea what they were talking about just now.

But he vaguely guessed...

This human being is going to do something bad...

He wanted to resist, but he looked at the ring around his neck, then looked at his tribesmen in the cage, and clenched his fangs tightly, struggling between resisting and not resisting.

At this moment, a meteorite fell from the sky and smashed a big hole, just like slapping a mosquito. The alchemist who spent a lot of money to buy sulfur turned into a pool of blood on the ground.

"Hello, Brother Jie. Goodbye, Brother Jie." Shushan stood up like a saint. "Hello, you guys too. I received a report that someone is abusing cats here. Can I intervene?"

Shushan walked towards the slave owner on the bloodstains:

"Oh, you don't have to answer."

Chapter 36 This is a Snow Leopard

The tree fell to the ground and created a big hole.

Dust flew everywhere, and Sui Mian and the other man assumed positions of fear.

The cats were also startled by the sudden fall from the sky and moved away from where they were and hid behind buildings.

"【Five-Whip Shaking】... That's a bit funny, how did it translate into this..." Shushan raised his claws and ran towards the slave owner.

The slave master's eyes narrowed, not knowing the depth of this rock monster, he activated all the magic power of his whip, hit Shushan with one whip, and then...

His own head exploded.

Destroyed by Shushan.

To be honest, a weapon like a whip with extremely weak stopping power is not suitable for use on the battlefield. Your whip is worse than a broken knife.

Shushan retracted his dragon fist, looked sideways at Sir Mobil, and bowed slightly gracefully and politely: "Oh, noble, Sir Mobil, I hope you will kneel down and beg for mercy now."

"Humph, I don't know what kind of monster you are, but do you know... what true power is!!" Sir Mobile's pupils shrank slightly, and he pulled out his warhammer with a brown light.

He took the initiative and smashed Shushan's right hand with a hammer, fast as the wind and heavy as a mountain. It was obvious that the hammer was attached with powerful magic!

Shushan does not hide or evade.

Grasp the hammer head with the tip of your claw.

"Using the magic of the earth to fight the earth? You are just showing off your proficiency in front of an expert." Shushan crushed the hammer head and said, "You asked me if I know what the real power is? Well, since you asked sincerely, I will mercifully tell you."

Shushan stretched out a claw and pointed it toward the sky.

Sir Mobile was both puzzled and wary.

Having lost his weapon, he took a step back away from the tree mountain, but this one jump was the highest height he had ever reached in his life... He seemed to have lost gravity and fell straight into the sky!

"This is the real power, the real power that no material thing can escape." Shushan watched Sir Mobile ascend to the sky. He just temporarily converted his gravity into repulsion.

This magic will disappear after breaking through the atmosphere, causing it to fall again. Well, I hope he can survive the vacuum.

Shushan looked at Andesite's fist and sighed. He really wasn't used to killing people.

But see those leopard-like ears.

It reminded him of dark clouds...

Shushan kind of misses big cats...

He heard the conversation of the group of people, and he also knew what happened to the cat people, so he was angry - very angry!

You know, his subjects are the cat-eared tribe. After so many years of getting along with them, his empathy for the cat-eared tribe has been increasing. Anyway, he just can't bear to see cats being exploited like this!

"Ah, I didn't expect this to be the case..." Shushan returned to his crawling posture. He stood up before to intimidate, but now it was no longer necessary. "Why didn't Guangre tell me in advance? Maybe it's because... she didn't understand the concept of 'slavery'?"

Shaking his head, Shushan looked at the leopard-eared cat-eared people.

This tribe of cat-eared people is of the round-eared variety.

A bit like that guy Heisong.

But the pattern on its body is obviously that of a snow leopard, and its tail is much larger than that of ordinary cat-eared people, so it must be the snow leopard tribe, right?

"Come here, I'll help you untie your collar." Shushan raised his paw and waved to the cat-eared boy.

The young man hid behind the wall with a vigilant look in his eyes. Perhaps he had seen bloody scenes before, so there was no fear in his eyes.

He was just hesitating. He didn't know whether this statue-like thing was here to save their tribe or to further destroy their tribe...

But he looked around and saw that the surviving tribesmen all had similar reactions. In this case, if no one came out to answer, the statue might randomly grab a cat-man and ask him questions...

"Can you, can you untie this thing?" The young man walked towards the tree mountain without hesitation.

“It’s said to be untied, but actually…” Shushan stretched out a claw and touched the ring on the boy’s neck.

[Rock Crushing Magic], this is Shushan's most destructive magic. According to the definition of the Earth Dragon God, any solid object without a soul can be considered a "rock".

Not surprisingly, the ring turned into sand and fell down, and the poison needles and toxins inside were turned into powder by the powerful magic and lost their effectiveness.

The boy touched his neck in surprise. This means...

He is completely free!

No longer being forced to dig sulfur? No longer having to worry about people being abused? No longer having to live in fear of being whipped?

Seeing this, the other cat people in the Snow Leopard Tribe gradually let down their guard and walked up to Shushan. Shushan patiently broke the circles for them one by one.

Looking at the fur of these little guys corroded by volcanic gas, Shushan felt a little worried... What nice fur, what nice big tails... I want to touch them, but if I ask to touch them now, will I be considered a pervert?

With such concerns in mind, Shushan only helped them untie their collars and did not take any further action.

Wait until they all calm down.

Shushan then slowly spoke:

"That volcano could erupt at any time. I suggest you get away from this area as soon as possible."

"Master Wizard, thank you for your help, but please allow us to reject your proposal..." The boy half-knelt in front of the Tree Mountain Colossus and said, "Our roots are here, we have nowhere else to go."

"Eh...are you so resistant..." Shushan thought distressedly. He originally wanted to persuade these cat-eared people to leave so that the volcanic eruption would not affect them.

As for Guangre, just tell her that the cat-ear tribe fled because they were afraid of the volcanic eruption.

Well, that was what I thought at first, and it was somewhat intended to fool my sister.