"Don't you know the reputation of Mordor's black foot?" Elf Zeravan said, holding the crystal-shining star diamond in his hand: "He is willing to exchange it with you. This is a gift, think about it yourself!"

In fact, the elves were not sure what the reputation of the Mordor Black Foot was. It was a good idea to know that the title came from the approval of the Dark Demon Lord Zoro. As for what the "Modor Black Foot" had in the past, whether it was a war chief or a commander, he did not have enough time to inquire.

The last star diamond on his body was also the last connection between him and the Starry Sky Elf Tribe. It has been three years since the important prophecy and long mission, but he still hasn't found that important person.

The first ten elves are now only two of him and his sister, and they have lost their freedom and may even lose their lives. How can they still complete the task? He slowly let out a sigh, as if he was gradually losing patience, but in fact he was lamenting his ill-fated fate.

"No orc doesn't want this thing. Take it away, don't interfere with my business." The orc squinted his eyes, looked at the elf's body with a weird look, and licked his fangs with his tongue. His big hands pressed against the hard bread and jerky on the table, clearly not believing the words of this little face.

"This is the instruction of Lord Moduo Black Foot. This name can be approved by the Dark Demon Lord!"

"What is the word of approval? I don't understand." As soon as the orc finished speaking, he noticed a shadow appeared in the corner of his eyes. The flag behind Zhao Mai blocked the light and kept clattering in the wind. "Don't say that I'm all day long, I'm going to keep respectful, do you know?" Zhao Mai glanced at the orc's goods, and then mocked the elf and said, "Is this your ability?"

The exposed elf was not panicked, and still said confidently: "Now is just the first step, and my ability has not yet begun to be used."

This is a self-protection move, Zhao Mai can understand. When he copied it casually, the elf did not react at all. The last star diamond came to the middle of Zhao Mai's palm. "Beautiful 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 businessman knew that trouble was coming as soon as he heard it. He had never seen the black foot fighting in Mordor, and he did not believe in the rumor of "bowing down every opponent with one punch", thinking that it was too exaggerated propaganda. Now all the commanders and war chiefs are recruiting soldiers, and the orcs that are hard to maintain are cunning enough to come up with false propaganda to spread their reputation for themselves.

After swaying between the two attitudes of flattery and toughness, 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 Modor's black foot, which means that the one at a disadvantage will never be the black foot. "Big..."

He had only had time to spit out the first word, and Zhao Mai punched his nose. The force was extremely well controlled, so there was no sound in this punch. He could only see the black blood scattering around the nostrils as the center.

The vibration of this punch continued to bounce back in the orc skull, and his ears and mouth began to bleed. Finally, his eyes rolled and he fainted completely.

"The winner takes all, take away 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."

"I have good courage and my brain is good. Since that's the case, why don't you do it quickly?" Zhao Mai bent down, pulled off his wallet from the orc stall owner's belt, looked inside with contempt, and put it directly into his arms.

When the elf waved his hand, half of the slaves ran over and dragged the remaining half over. Zhao Mai looked around and saw a weapon stall next to him.

"Longbow, arrow and machete." Zhao Mai said directly without hesitation. He didn't mention the money for a single word, so the orc naturally didn't mention it. After hesitation, he would have the result of "the loser takes the punch, the winner takes all". Who dares to talk more nonsense?

Zhao Mai looked at the machete. The rough workmanship was really unbearable for him, so he threw it directly to the elf. "Who, how can I work for me with a rope on my hand?"

He looked at the knife on the ground, hesitated for a moment and did not pick it up. The slaves had hair ropes on their wrists, and they really couldn't work, but in addition to cutting them with their knives, they could also use their dexterous fingers to untie them. He first untie his sister's rope, and then she would untie the remaining slaves.

The female elf's fingers were more flexible than her brother. She glanced at Zhao Mai nervously and found that she was being paid attention, so her subordinates were moving faster. Slaves with abilities could live longer, maybe this was the common idea of ​​all slaves.

Just as she was working hard, a big hand pushed her chest hard, and she fell heavily to the ground. The slave from Gondor, who had just loosened his wrists and began to run away. He picked up the machete on the ground, believing that he would have a chance as long as he rushed into the crowd and rushed to the chaotic market.

Bang buzz! Four sounds were done in one go, and the arrow poked out from the entrance of his neck drill. "Oh, the shot missed." Zhao Mai immediately bent his bow and arrow, and attacked again before the man had time to fall to the ground. This time the arrow shot through the skull and drilled in from the back of his head. The broken arrows stirred the brain.

The human slave's whole body twitched like electricity, his limbs twisted and fell to the ground, and his surroundings quickly became wet. "Your longbow is good." Zhao Mai took out his purse from his arms and threw it directly to the merchant. "It's worth spending some money."

"It's good if you're happy!" The orc took the purse, took out a Gondor-style arrow bag, and handed it to Zhao Mai with the most well-made arrows here.

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

"The rest are not very good, not worthy of the reputation of Mordor's black foot."

"You are very smart." Zhao Mai slapped him away: "No need to bother you, I'll find it myself."

He began to search by himself. There were not many good goods in various swords and armor. The orcs' smelting technology was far worse than that of humans. They were all stupid and stupid weapons. His slaves were busy moving the food and drinks from the grocery store, filling the trucks with all their hands and feet, which were all the food they ate along the way. Although they did not find livestock to pull the cart, a group of people worked together and took the cart on the road by holding it on their shoulders.
Chapter completed!