Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Don't you know the prestige of Mordor Blackfoot?" Elf Zerawan said with the glittering star diamond in his hand: "He is willing to exchange with you. This is a gift, think about it yourself!"

In fact, the elves are not sure what the reputation of Mordor Blackfoot is. The distance from the slave trader to the new owner is just a few kilometers, and it is good to know that this title comes from the approval of the Dark Lord Sauron. As for the past record of "Mordor Blackfoot", whether it was the war chief or the commander, he did not have enough time to inquire.

The last star diamond on his body was also his last contact with the Star Elf tribe. It has been three years for important prophecies and long tasks, but I still haven't been able to find that important person.

Of the first ten elves, now he and his sister are the only two left, and they have lost their freedom, and may even lose their lives. How can they still complete the task? He let out a sigh of relief slowly, as if he was gradually losing patience, but he was actually lamenting his awkward fate.

"No orcs don't need this thing, take it away, don't hinder my business." The orc narrowed his eyes, looked at the elf's body with weird eyes, and licked his fangs with his tongue. His big hands pressed tightly on the hard bread and jerky on the table, making it clear that he didn't believe this little white face.

"This is the instruction of Lord Mordor Blackfoot, this name can be approved by the Dark Lord!"

"I don't understand what word approval is." As soon as the orc finished speaking, he noticed a shadow in the corner of his eyes. The flag behind Zhao Mai obscured the light and kept rattling in the wind. "Don't talk about Lao Tzu and Lao Tzu all day long. You must be respectful, don't you?" Zhao Mai glanced at the orc's goods, then laughed at the elf and said, "This is your skill?"

The debunked elves didn't panic, and still confidently said: "It's just the first step now. My skills have not yet begun to display."

This is an act of self-protection, Zhao Mai can understand. He copied it casually, the elf didn't react at all, and the last star diamond was in the middle of Zhao Mai's palm. "Pretty little stone, I don't blame you if you don't know me, but you don't know my name. Is it a very serious mistake?"

The orc merchant knew the trouble was coming. He hadn't seen Mordor Blackfoot fighting, and he didn't believe in the rumors of "one punch down every opponent", thinking that it was too exaggerated propaganda. Now that all commanders and war chiefs are recruiting, the hard-to-hold orcs are cunning enough to come up with false propaganda to spread their reputation.

After swinging for a while between flattering and tough attitudes, he finally chose flattery. The reason is very simple. The orc in the shop next to him is looking at him with an expression of "A good show is about to be staged" instead of looking at Mordor's black feet, which shows that it will never be the black feet who are at a disadvantage. "Big……"

He only had time to spit out the first word, and Zhao Mai stamped a fist on the bridge of his nose. The strength control is extremely good, so there is no sound at all in this punch. Only black blood can be seen to escape from the nostrils.

The vibration of this punch bounced back in the orc skull, and the ears and mouth began to bleed. In the end, his eyes rolled and he passed out completely.

"The winner takes all. Take everything here and don't leave the cart." Zhao Mai said to the elf, "You have three minutes to do this."

"Then I need your approval and the help of other slaves."

"You have the courage, and your brain is good, if that's the case, why don't you do it?" Zhao Mai leaned down, pulled the wallet from the orc stall owner's belt, looked inside with contempt, and caught himself directly. Arms.

When the elf waved his hand, half of the slaves ran over, dragging the remaining half. Zhao Mai looked around, and there happened to be a weapon booth next to him.

"Longbow, arrow and machete." Zhao Mai said directly without being polite. He didn't mention money for half a word, so naturally the orc didn't mention it. A little hesitation will result in "the loser takes a punch, the winner takes all". Who dares to talk more nonsense?

Zhao Mai looked at the machete, the rough workmanship was really unusable for him, so he threw it directly to the elf. "Who, how can you work for me with a rope in your hand?"

He looked at the knife on the ground, hesitated and did not pick it up. The slaves still had hair ropes on their wrists. They really couldn't work, but besides cutting them with a knife, they could also be untied with smart fingers. He first untied his sister's rope, and then let her untie the remaining slaves.

The female elf's fingers are more flexible than her brother. She glanced at Zhao Mai nervously and realized that she was being paid attention to, so her actions were quicker. Ability slaves can live longer, maybe this is the common idea of ​​all slaves.

While she was working hard, a big hand slammed her chest, and she fell heavily to the ground. As soon as the slave from Gondor let go of his wrist, he began to flee. He picked up the machete on the ground and believed that as long as he rushed into the crowd and rushed into the chaotic market, he would have a chance.

Buzzing! The four sounds came together in one go, and the arrow protruded from his nape entrance. "Oh, the shot was missed." Zhao Mai immediately bent his bow and set an arrow again, attacking again before the man collapsed to the ground. This time the arrow shot through the skull and got in from the back of the head. The broken arrow smashed the brain.

The human slave twitched like an electric shock~www.NovelMTL.com~ His limbs twisted and fell to the ground, and the surroundings quickly became wet. "Your longbow is good." Zhao Mai took out the purse from his arms and threw it directly to the businessman. "It's already worth the money."

"You are happy!" The orc took the purse and took out a Gondor-style quiver with his best-made arrows and handed it to Zhao Mai.

"What good things do you have here?" Zhao Mai asked with a smile.

"The rest is not very good, not worthy of the reputation of Mordor Blackfoot."

"You are very smart." Zhao Mai slapped him away: "Don't bother you, I'll find it myself."

He began to search for it himself. There weren't many good products in all kinds of swords and armors. The smelting craftsmanship of the orcs was far worse than that of human beings, and they were all stupid weapons. His slaves were busy emptying the grocery store with food and drinks, and filled the truck with all their hands, all of which they ate along the way. Although no livestock to pull the cart was found, a group of people worked together and carried the cart on the road by hand and shoulder.

The reserve of food kept patrolling around the slaves, and no one dared to try to sneak away this time.