Looking at the chef who was arrogant and respectful at first, Ge Long temporarily put down his messy thoughts and said calmly: "What is my task?"

"Task? What mission?" In the cognition of one-eyed Rem, Goron had no chance of rejecting Baron Kurakhan, and he would eventually rely on his own face to investigate the legion, the big backer. In the eyes of a small gangster, this is already an extremely bright future. The child who was attracted by Baron Kurakhan himself could naturally not continue to deal with him and his group of people. As for the D-level mission commission, let it go to hell.

"Yes, yes...hehe, I'm so stupid. Why did I forget such an important thing? Who, that little Winnie is there? Let her prepare one hundred and fifty for me immediately...no, prepare three hundred gold coins to bring them over."

......

Seeing the bags of gold coins handed over Rem's hands, Golong tilted his head. Although he didn't know what the chef meant, he was in the principle of letting things go without making a fuss about it, so he took the gold coins and hid them on himself, then looked at Rem's one-eyed, and continued to ask: "Where is the mission? Why don't you tell me?"

One-eyed Rem was still studying where Ge Long hid the big bag of gold coins and the dangerous hammer. After hearing Ge Long's question, he almost spurted out an old blood, and he secretly scolded this little face as a backer of the investigation army and began to blackmail and blackmail him wildly. Of course, he did not dare to entrust any task to Ge Long. If Ge Long had a few shorts in the mission, it would be strange if the viscount, the nobleman who liked the beautiful boy, did not turn the "military chicken" into "roasted chicken", so he had already doubled the reward for the task entrusted, and gave it to Ge Long directly, which was equivalent to spending money to eliminate disasters, but seeing this damn little face was not satisfied.

One-eyed Rem's heart was bleeding, but he was helpless. Who told him that he had just had a fucking mess? He offended this young man with a bright future. Now, he could do nothing but admit that he was unlucky. He turned around and asked someone to prepare another 300 gold coins to take it over. But what made him want to kill someone was that Ge Long accepted the gold coins with expressionless expression, and it seemed that nothing had happened. He asked him about the content of the task.

"My most noble man, please spare me, okay? These six hundred gold coins have been the net income of the "military chicken" for two months. We really can't get more cash. Otherwise, I'll catch a few top-grade Sirens from the warehouse in a while and take them back. If you like it, the Amazon centaur can also be taken away..."

Looking at the crying chef, Ge Long said with a puzzled look: "I didn't ask you for gold coins, I just want to know the content of this mission."

"What else are you talking about? It's just for a few ogres. How dare you trouble you with such small-scale quarrels? I'll withdraw, I'll officially withdraw this mission."

*******

Walking on the dim streets of Luotou Harbor, looking at the huge moon above your head, Ge Long's heart was surging.

After leaving the rain forest, this was the first time he heard the whereabouts of his tribe. After his repeated questioning and ensuring that the mission had been cancelled, he had no relationship with him anymore. One-eyed Rem finally told him the content of the entire mission.

This is a mission related to a group of ogre cubs.

Some time ago, the Takin Chamber of Commerce found a group of ogre cubs from somewhere, and I heard that they were also the famous black-handed ogre cubs. This is a hot handmade item that any gladiator would rush to get.

In a large-scale gladiator, the ogre, known for its evil and power, can bring a sensation every time it enters the arena. The bloody and violent fighting style of the ogre, and the horror habit of devouring opponents' corpses or even living bodies after victory, will only attract fear and disgust in other places, but in a place where human nature is already distorted, it can only bring countless crazy cheers.

Of course, whenever the evil ogre is defeated, it will also mean the birth of a new arena hero. However, we can also think so on the other hand. If there is no substantial record of defeating the ogre, there will be no new "hero".

No matter what, just like any wonderful drama, it must have a protagonist, and a villain boss must appear, can no longer be without a few ogres in any large arena, otherwise it will become a second-rate. However, because adult ogres are too fierce, not afraid of pain, fear of death, and difficulty in capturing, it is even more difficult to train to become gladiators, so training ogres cubs since childhood and training as needed has become the most effective solution.

In the slave market, the price of an ogre cub that can be trained is the sum of all apprentices' value for fairy tale circus training camps. The price of a double-headed or one-eyed ogre has to double. I wonder if this can be considered an irony. Although humans are the overlords of the Dota Continent, human slaves are the least valuable cheap in the slave market. Except for a few rare slaves with special identities, special talents, or powerful strength, ordinary human slaves, even handsome young men and women, will not be more valuable than a bad horse.

The Takin Chamber of Commerce found these ogre cubs from somewhere, but for some reason, they did not let them flow into the slave market, but were secretly hidden in a slave mine by the Chamber of Commerce's boss. Although the ogre cubs are stronger and more powerful than adult humans, letting these future gladiators dig underground is like making glass windows with gems. This is simply unexplainable for the shrewd goblin merchants.

But not everyone cares about this...

Through special channels, the "Military Chicken" unexpectedly grasped this information, so the military chicken, who had its own slave trading channels, naturally wanted to eat the red goods. However, the gold mine was closely guarded by a large number of mercenaries hired by the Tajin Chamber of Commerce. Although there were no hard characters worth noting among these mercenaries, it was said that the weapons of the guard were very well-equipped, and the mining area was also equipped with many heavy weapons flowing out of the army. The "Military Chicken" who was born in the street gangster may suffer huge losses if they wanted to attack the mine from the front, so they wanted to hire people from the fairy tale circus to act as cannon fodder.

If these circus clowns are really capable, they can naturally greatly reduce the pressure on the attack of the military chicken. It doesn't matter if they die as soon as they go up. Anyway, there is no need to pay commissions for the dead. This is the logic of the gangster, simple, shameless, and effective.

Now what he should do, Goron has no idea. Should he go to the Takin Chamber of Commerce to talk to the damn goblin boss? Goron can't afford to take this risk. But he knew that he had to see the little ogres with his own eyes and confirm whether they were really his tribe members, the black-handed ogres.

As he walked, at some point, Golong, who was walking aimlessly, had already arrived at a dead end. The ogre boy smiled bitterly at the graffiti-covered wall. He turned around and found that four or five drunken soldiers were blocking the entrance of the alley, tilting around, looking at him with a malicious smile on his face.

*******

The Investigation Corps' station did not make this harbor town safer, but worse.

Many people like to go out at night and have a drink in a tavern. When they wake up, they find that all their belongings have been looted and even people have been sold to slave merchants. Although locals will be bought back by their families with a large amount of ransom, foreigners who have no relatives and no reason will have no luck. Many people will really become slaves, and they will not be as good as death from this life.

The reason why no one dares to control such things, no one can control them, and it is that the people who commit this crime are the soldiers and men in the Investigation Corps. After they are full of wine and drunk, once they run into a single young man and woman on the street, they will rise up and knock them out and strip them naked, snatch their property, and sell them to slave merchants. The bar expenses for the next day of making money. If the target is a young and beautiful woman, it will be even better. It will save the expense of finding women in the old street at night. Even if they are caught by the military police patrol on the spot, they will not kill anyone and take the wrong escaped slaves because they have not caused any death. In addition, the victims often dare not identify the perpetrator in person, so at most they will only be beaten and imprisoned for a few days in the water prison. Those who dare to do this are veterans who are not good at eating soft and hard, and they do not take these tricks seriously.

Unfortunately, Ge Long became the target of the drunk soldiers in front of him tonight. Of course, he may not be the one who is really unlucky.

Just as several soldiers approached Ge Long step by step, suddenly, a row of sharp arrows shot down from the top and laid a neat row on the ground in front of soldiers.

Although they were already drunk, "veterans" were "veterans". They reacted quickly when they suddenly encountered an enemy attack, and their movements were as fast as lightning... They screamed and ran away in a blink of an eye, and even the figure could not be seen. With such skillful and superb escape skills, no wonder they could live until now.

When Ge Long looked up at the roof, he saw a shiny figure flashing away. The other party's shiny silver hair and scarlet pupils were particularly conspicuous in the night. In an instant, Ge Long thought he had seen his beloved centaur again, but he soon knew that he had recognized the wrong person. The reason was very simple. The archer's lower body was a pair of dazzling and enchanting long legs. If Ge Long had not admitted it, he should be a dark elf.

Just as Goron was thinking about why the dark elf archer wanted to help him, a group of women wearing exposed clothes came over and pulled Goron up and looked at him excitedly.

"Welcome to the 'Old Street'~~~!" The leader was a mature woman in her thirties. She held Ge Long's hand affectionately and rubbed her breasts against the boy's cheek with her own pair of breasts. Wen Yan smiled and said, "Child, don't be afraid. As long as you enter the 'Old Street', you will be our guest, and no one can hurt you here."
Chapter completed!