Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 844: Pei Feng’s admirer (1)
Blood Prison Mountain, very deep.
The blood is churning, the turbid waves are rolling, and a long **** river rushes past. In the river water several feet deep, there are faintly visible blocks of strangely shaped rugged boulders.
The metal piles with the thickness of the water tank by the river are deeply pierced into the boulder, and each pile is connected with hundreds of small finger-thick iron chains. The chains are densely covered with barbs and more blood-colored runes. Looming.
The metal piles are densely packed on the rocky ground by the river, and you can't see the edge at a glance.
Countless thin iron chains extended into the river water, still shaking violently.
Through the river water, there is a piercing sound of metal and iron ‘ding and ding’, extremely harsh, dense like rain.
abruptly, a red light flickered on an iron chain, the chain was tightened, and then pulled back quickly.
Accompanied by the piercing screaming sound, a sturdy man without a strand, carrying a set of chisel tools in his left hand, holding a piece of scarlet ore the size of a human head in his arms, was pulled back onto the shore by an iron chain.
The sturdy man returned to the shore and lay down on his head, breathing out of breath.
The thin metal chain divided into three at the end, two of which passed through his shoulders, and the other directly wrapped around his neck. The barb was torn on his flesh and blood, a little bit of blood from deep in the skin.
The blood-colored river water is full of strange corrosive power. The skin of the strong man has been soaked with white ulcers everywhere, and blood is also constantly leaking from it.
On the man’s wrist, there is a common metal sign with the title of ‘the general of the squadron of the squadron of the first town of the frontier army in Sui Dynasty’. On the metal plate, a strange demon charm was engraved, and the rune gleamed, protecting the metal plate from being corroded by the **** river.
On the man’s face, it was like marking the owner’s logo on the animal. A palm-sized word “slave” was deeply carved into his forehead, reaching the bones, even on his bones. Go in, Lao Shen, Lao Shen.
"This river is full of bloodline steel. This is an excellent material for forging weapons." The Blood Prison stood on a large rock by the river, watching the one who had struggled back from the river and was lying on the ground to breathe. A strong man.
A few little demon with heads, limbs, or body and tail that have not been completely transformed into human forms, in short, walked slowly over, and moved the ore from the hands of the strong and strong man. Then a piece of black bacon with some salt particles stuck to it was dropped in front of him.
"Hurry up and eat, hurry up into the water...Will this be your general mansion? Hey, today, it's still two thousand catties, hurry up." A leopard's head was born and a leopard's tail flicked behind him The little demon kicked the brawny man's head triumphantly.
"Weapons made of blood-stripe steel can corrode wounds and cause uninterrupted bleeding effects. Unless it is in the divine realm, the divine body is different from ordinary people, and it can quickly discharge the corrosive force of the wound. Other people are even fetuses. Physical training at the peak of the Tibetan realm will also be in danger of death due to continued blood loss."
Blood Prison put his hands on his chest, and said with a smile: "Sister, Blood Prison Mountain is born with a vicious wind and evil spirit, there are no other specialties. Only by relying on this blood-stripe steel can I exchange the food and clothes for my sister. , Food pill."
happily nodded, and the Blood Prison smiled: "However, these days you have been very helpful to your sister. You have captured so many pilgrims alive and sold them alone, which is a lot of money. Tsk, these two years, days I can live a little more."
The Western Demon Country has a social structure similar to primitive animal herd tribes. Each ethnic group relies on instinct to exercise. Small ethnic groups depend on large ethnic groups, and large ethnic groups depend on giant ethnic groups. Through fighting and fighting, their respective territories are delimited.
The economic model here has basically no basic model, no fixed equivalents, no fixed production relations, and it is still in the primitive bartering stage.
The Blood Prison did make a good deal this time.
Pei Feng took the big demon little demon from the Blood Prison Mountain, and cooperated with the surrounding giant demon lords, and captured countless Suizhao soldiers who had been cut off.
Now several giant monster lords in the northwest of the Western Demon Kingdom, they are opening up a territory toward the periphery, laying down a territory of the boss, and they are lacking slaves to be coolies. These Sui Dynasty soldiers, who are successful in cultivation, well-trained, strong and strong, and able to withstand the torture of hard labor, have become the best candidates.
So the Blood Prison took the opportunity to make a move. From the hands of the giant monster lords, they exchanged mountains of primordial crystals, countless medicinal foods, countless weapons such as swords, spears, swords and halberds.
With these things, the regular army of Blood Prison Mountain can rapidly expand more than ten times from the current 130,000 to 40,000.
Blood Prison is not happy if you are not happy.
Pei Feng stood by the blood prison, watching the light flashing on the metal piles, watching the former Sui pilgrims struggling out of the river panting. As soon as they got out of the water, they lay on the shore to breathe, surrendering a piece of blood veined steel ore, in exchange for pieces of bacon, big or small, depending on the little demon's mood.
"Sister and Sui Chao have hatred?" Pei Feng looked at the Sui Chao soldiers and couldn't help asking the blood prison.
The identities that identify these slaves can be protected by monsters. If Pei Feng does not believe in the blood prison, there is no way to protect these pilgrims in the blood.
It’s clear that the river water is deliberately used to torture these hapless Suizhao officers and soldiers.
"Of course, yes." The Blood Prison was silent for a while, looking up at the **** clouds drifting across the sky.
"Western demon kingdoms are not easy to survive, and all races basically rely on instincts~IndoMTL.com~ The **** prison calmly said: "My body is the killing blood peacock, and it is an innate demon born from heaven and earth. However, it seems that I have a congenital deficiency. In fact, I am a bad guy. After hatching, my body is extremely weak and completely incapable of survival. "
"My foster mother is an old turtle dove that is not even fully transformed."
" She didn’t know where I found an egg, and she inexplicably spent a lot of effort to hatch me out. When I had no combat power at all, she didn’t know that she had fought back. How many snakes, insects, rats and ants have protected me."
Blood Prison lowered her head and waved her right hand, a **** whip flew out from her fingertips and drew it heavily on a Sui Chao general.
This whip was so heavy that it almost split the general's body.
The Blood Prison said coldly: "When I grow up a little, the power of blood is activated a little, and when I have a certain degree of self-preservation, my adoptive mother, disappeared..."
"Later, I found out that the prince of the Sui Dynasty was fond of good food. In order to celebrate the birth of his eldest grandson, he held a big banquet in which there was a soup made from a 10,000-year-old turtledove. "
"My foster mother was captured by the demon and sold to Feng Rong."
"The price is just a set of armor-level armor made by Suizhao Seiko."
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