Chapter 310 The Value of the Undead
This small town hidden in the valley is not on the map, and even many locals don’t know that there is such a town-sized settlement in this place.
When the orc warrior Osrian King disguised himself as an "orc citizen of the Kenyan Empire", he did not find this town. Instead, he was taken to a much smaller village by the information dealer.
Obviously, if you are not in this "business circle", it will be difficult to find the base of this human trafficking black market.
Being secretive enough also means being safe enough.
When Garo was carried across the square, no one he met along the way was as surprised as the civilians from the outside world; some people who had been to Innadri even tried to come forward and talk to him, wanting to know whether this undead was from Tarantan.
The leader of the caravan that captured the undead did not want to talk to these idle people who could only do some "small business" in the square. He just pretended not to hear and strode towards the wooden building.
After leaving the square and passing through a street full of casinos, bars, and even brothels, the group of people holding the undead hostage arrived in front of the wooden building.
This three-story wooden building has smoky bars on the first and second floors, and the third floor is the residence of the owner of the valley.
Jialuo, who was carried upstairs by two strong men, was extremely relaxed. It was as if she was not the one being kidnapped. She looked around leisurely and even had the time to continue broadcasting on the Blood Alliance channel: "There are only yellow-named NPCs along the way. None of them look like kind citizens. I feel like I have been taken to the base of some evil organization."
En Bu Zeng, who had come online to play for a while at noon, asked curiously, "Your task panel is still silent? Didn't the task trigger?"
"No, it seems like she's still following the storyline. Maybe she'll have to finish the storyline before she can give me the quest." Jia Luo replied, "By the way, Qingyue, can you help me log off and call Sister Ying? I'm worried that if she doesn't come back when the quest is triggered, I won't be able to receive it."
"Okay." Enbudzeng also had Yang Ying's contact information, and she was in the Living Lane of Exile Town, very close to the resurrection point.
While Enbuteng was helping to call for help, Jialuo was being carried into a room.
The decoration of this room was much more luxurious than the room that Gala saw when she was carried up all the way. The candlesticks with lit candles and the lamp holders of the oil lamps hanging on the wall were all made of silver. The floor was covered with long-wool sheep carpets, and the wall hangings and wall decorations were all very exquisite.
Jialuo shook her head and looked around, her eyes lit up - based on her experience of looting Viscount Darcy's mansion with the group, she could at least find items worth hundreds of copper coins by searching this room, and she might even make more.
"Could this mission be something like going deep into the tiger's den and detecting the enemy's situation?" Jialuo, who had a special liking for house raiding... and cleaning up battlefields, looked at the NPC in the room with a more scorching gaze.
Of course, the people in the room couldn't tell what emotions were in the dark eye sockets of a skeleton...
Ever since Jialuo was brought in, several men who were playing cards and drinking surrounded by a group of heavily made-up women stopped what they were doing and looked over here in surprise.
The caravan leader couldn't hide his excitement and introduced the identity of the goods to the owner of the valley. He then raised his palm in front of Gala's head, which was still held by two strong men, and shook it like teasing a cat.
"What the hell?" Jialuo was casting identification spell on the well-dressed NPCs sitting next to the card table, and turned his head away impatiently.
This extremely flexible reaction amazed everyone in the room.
"As you can see, this is indeed the Tarantan Undead. The undead servants of the black magician are definitely not so smart!" The caravan leader said, "I wonder if you are interested?"
The men sitting at the card table looked at each other. One of them, with his shirt collar open and several gem rings on his fingers, said to the caravan master: "Name your price, Old Bert."
"One hundred gold coins each." Old Bert said bluntly.
The men at the card table burst into laughter, as if the caravan boss, Old Bert, had told a very funny joke.
The man who asked the price grabbed the hair of the young woman standing next to him with a fruit plate and pulled her forward: "Don't be so senile, Old Bert. A hundred gold coins can buy four or five women of this kind. Why would I buy a skeleton of yours?"
"That's not the same thing, Master Augusta." Old Bert smiled naively. "There are plenty of young and beautiful women, but the Tarantan spirit is only found in Innadelli. Not to mention that getting this kind of magical and rare spirit is much more risky than getting five women."
"Come on, how hard can it be to get something that your country caravan can capture?" said another slightly gloomy young man arrogantly.
Old Bert bowed slightly and said slowly, "Please believe me, Master Stuart. I, Old Bert, dare to make a bet with you here. Apart from us, no one else can bring the Tarantan Undead to you. When we were in Innadri, we saw people who tried to get the undead, and their end was not very good ."
The men at the card table were silent for a moment.
When the Odysseus family hired the Tarantan Undead to retake their eastern territory, Adler's slave traders received many orders for Tarantan Undead slaves.
The subordinates sent by the slave traders to Innadri have not been able to successfully bring back the undead so far...either they simply cannot find them, or even if they find them they have no chance to do anything (the undead disappear in a flash, and anyone who is not a professional walker or a light cavalry on horseback cannot catch up with them at all), or after they do something, they are tied up by the undead and mistaken for humanoid monsters and sent to the city hall to be exchanged for money and reputation.
It was indeed the first time that a caravan like Old Bert's had successfully brought the undead out of Innadri and brought them to them.
But no matter how you look at it, one hundred gold coins for each one is a bit too expensive... It's not that the Tarantan Undead, which has a lot of selling points, is not worth the price, but if they buy it at such a high price, the profits of the slave traders will not be that high.
When this group of people were brazenly discussing her worth in front of Jialuo, Jialuo, who didn't understand what they were saying at all, was excitedly posting on the Blood Alliance channel: "Four small bosses were found! They're really fat, and they're full of valuable stuff!"
"This place is full of humanoid monsters. It's so prosperous!"
The players in the Blood Alliance scolded her angrily: "Alright, stop showing off. Everyone knows that you surrounded a bunch of monsters by yourself!"
"Have you triggered the mission? Hurry up and open the teleportation point , big sister!"
"I feel that with Jialuo's intelligence, this world view breakthrough mission is probably going to fail."
"If the mission fails, you can commit suicide to apologize, Jialuo, and don't come back to see the people of Jiangdong!"
Jia Luo became nervous after hearing what these bad friends said: "Damn it, this is not just my fault, Sister Ying is with me!"
As soon as she mentioned Yang Ying, the man carrying the bag containing Yang Ying's "corpse" suddenly let out a roar and threw the bag, which began to move on its own, away.
Inside the house, people on both sides were startled and all eyes were focused on him.
Then... the bundle was pushed open from the inside out by some force, and the scattered bones, some of which were tied with equipment, automatically floated up and combined into a skeleton shape...
"Oh, the scene has changed?" Yang Ying walked out of the bundle, looked around in surprise, and then looked down at his bare paws and feet, "Jia Luo, where are my gloves and shoes? Hey, where is my backpack?"
"It was confiscated by the NPC ." Jialuo, who was still being held by two strong men, said hurriedly, "Sister Ying, don't resist. We are still following the plot. You won't be given the quest until the plot is completed!"
"Ah? Oh." Upon hearing this, Yang Ying obediently... stood still, waiting for the thugs from Old Bert's caravan to come forward and hold her arms.
At the card table, the four well-dressed men wearing expensive clothes were shocked by the scene of "transformation of the undead" and subconsciously left their seats and hid back; then they saw Yang Ying suddenly appear and surrender obediently, and they were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.
Old Bert, who was also shocked, swallowed his saliva and said firmly: "Please look at these Tarantan Undeads... Only we can control them. If it were someone else, they might not be so docile."
The four Adler slave traders looked at each other, and then looked at the two undead souls who were quietly being held by Old Bert's men...
While the big bosses of the human population black market were having the second round of bargaining with the daring traveling merchants, over a hundred miles away in Inadeli, several groups of people were gathering in the direction of Yongwang Town with torches.
Innadri's resettlement policy includes unconditional recognition of the Orcs' citizenship, recognition and protection of the Orcs' legal right to work and obtain the same treatment as humans through their labor; in addition, it also provides legislative protection for the Orcs' right to education, right to free marriage, personal safety and personal property safety, and right to participate in politics.
Under various preferential policies, the vast majority of orcs did not choose to leave after gaining their freedom, but voluntarily became citizens of the Innadri minority. Some orcs with professional-level strength even took the initiative to join the militia.
After Yang issued the order through the branding matrix, several orc militias left the orc resettlement points they were responsible for at an extremely fast speed and rushed to Yongwang Town one after another.
"Osrian!"
Patton, who was personally leading the Yongwang militia to assemble in the north of the town, saw the orc militia marching towards him in the night from afar and waved to them.
"Patton." Osrian King, who led the orc militia, nodded to Patton.
"We haven't gathered yet. Let your men rest first." Patton had horses distributed to the beastmen who had run to the gathering place. He then expressed his concern for his colleagues and said, "We have to travel overnight this time. Can you hold on?"
"It's okay, I've recovered." Osrian smiled at Patton in a friendly manner.
"That's fine." Barton smiled heartily and said generously, "You know, my militiamen are good at handling minor disputes in towns and villages, but they are not reliable in serious wars. I have to rely on you."
His words were meant to flatter Osrian, but they were not entirely out of modesty... Humans with professional-level strength would either work in the regular army or join a mercenary group. At worst, they could join an adventure team to make some quick money, or serve as a private soldier for a noble. There was no need for them to stay in a small place and work as a militiaman.
Osrian smiled, looked up to the north towards the Adler territory, and said in a grim tone: "Don't worry, Barton, my people's will to fight against this kind of enemy will be stronger than you think."
Patton was silent for a moment, but he still gave a friendly advice: "You don't have to be so excited. We can just go after the undead have finished charging..."
