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After flying for half an hour in the safe area, the crowd finally came to the ancient holy city.

Unlike the well-known city, the ancient holy city does not have a magnificent and magnificent city wall, because the city wall has no meaning in this safe area.

Therefore, there is only one building surrounded by green trees, full of natural and harmonious beauty.

These buildings are unique in shape, layered around the mountains to form a trapezoidal shape, and although they are very loosely distributed, they still look orderly.

The truly strange scene is not these unique buildings, but the pedestrians of different races on the streets of the ancient city.

There are enchanting and **** monsters, strong beasts, and feathers with wings and feathers.

In a word, almost all races on the top of the continent can be seen here, except for the Dragon and Phoenix who were obscured by the power of Divine Power and were forced to hide.

These messy races, naturally walking on the same street, passing by each other, can be ignored.

Even the two races with vengeance met each other only with a severe glance at each other, and then left honestly, with no intention to do anything.

Although everyone has heard of it, at this time, seeing this incredible scene with his own eyes was still shocking.

It is really hard for them to imagine what kind of power they are in. They are balancing these races and letting them obey the rules of the safe zone.

Led by white robes, Lin Yun and others walked on the street and passed by with various races.

Many races turned to Lin Yun and others, and cast a contemptuous look, apparently despising the human race.

Before they walked for a long time, there was a sudden agitation in the distant streets, and many people gathered to watch.

"Don't force me ... really don't force me, otherwise I can do everything, I really ... really can do everything!"

An orc in shackles and shackles, full of scars, is holding up a long sword and placing it on the neck of a noble youth, speaking to the aristocratic youth in an excited tone.

Although he held the sword in his hand, he was so nervous that his hands were shaking and his forehead was soaked with cold sweat.

The young aristocrat who was framed by the sword, on the contrary, looked very calm. He despised the orc who held the sword with a look of fearlessness.

The onlookers in the surrounding area whispered.

"Who the **** is so brave and dare to hold the ancient saints with swords, and they are impatient!"

"I still remember the orc with a sword. He was a slave who was auctioned to the ancient saints at an auction six months ago."

"He was a three-meter-tall man half a year ago. How could he be like this now? Look at the wound on his body, alas, it's horrible."

"Most can't stand the abuse of the ancient saints, so they won the sword and rebelled?"

After hearing the mention of the ancient saints, Lin Yun immediately looked at the aristocratic youth.

This aristocratic youth wore a diamond-encrusted crown and a diamond-studded silk robe. His appearance was exactly the same as that of human beings, but his eyes and pupils were dark purple.

Is this the ancient saint?

Lin Yun immediately radiated the perception and detected the practice of this ancient saint youth.

To Lin Yun's surprise, the practice of this ancient saint young man is only the martial arts realm, which is not as high as the orc who holds him.

"That aristocratic youth is the ancient saint, which we absolutely can't provoke. There must be nothing to do with them, otherwise a few lives are not enough to pay." The white robe guest said quietly to everyone. .

Hearing the words of the white robes, everyone except Lin Yun couldn't help getting nervous.

At the same time, they were also curious about what was terrible about this ancient saint, which could make such a powerful white robe guest into this picture.

Lin Yun didn't speak, and she didn't have any expression on her face. She just kept watching the incident with calm eyes.

The ancient saint youth looked at the orc with contempt, and said in a high tone: "You, a mean slave, dare to hold your great and noble master with a sword!"

"A humble and dirty slave like you, living on the top of the continent is simply polluting this land!"

"As the owner, I have not purified you into dust. It is already your greatest kindness. You not only do not appreciate me, but you also hold me with a sword. It is unforgivable!"

"Shut up, I've had enough! Even if I die, I don't want to be tortured by you anymore, you demon! I want you ..." The orc, full of scars, roared, using the sword's edge to resist the ancient saints The throat of youth.

However, he did not dare to cut it off, but stared at the ancient saint youth with tears in his face, as if struggling with his own mind.

Facing the icy sword blade, the ancient saint youths are not afraid. The guard behind him, in a threatening tone, discouraged the orc with a sword: "Stop it, don't do that stupid thing!"

"This one standing in front of you is a member of the ancient family of the ancient saints-Master Gulot! If you dare to touch him with a hair, you will be dead! And even your family, your parents, wives and children , Can't escape it! "

After hearing the threat from the guard, the orc seemed to be in his heart. He nearly burst into tears and cried, "I don't want to do this, I just want freedom, why, why can't you let me go?"

"I beg you, don't force me any more, just let me go! As long as I am free, I just need to be an ordinary person, I really have enough!"

The orc grew more and more sorrowful, and when it finally cried to tears, it seemed as if it had experienced a terrible abuse.

And the ancient saint youth named Guluot did not show any pity. He still said in a high tone: "It's ridiculous that a cheap slave, who dares to beg me for freedom!"

"Since the day I bought you, you are no longer alone, you are just one of my merchandise. How can the merchandise be free, no kidding!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Gullot yelled angrily, as if all he said was truth, and it was righteous.

"Give you the last ten seconds, drop your sword and obey me obediently! Otherwise, you know the consequences!"

After Gullot had said this, the orc began to hesitate. His originally gaunt eyes gradually became weak and his will gradually surrendered.

Then he laughed, uglier than crying, miserable and ironic, collapsed and desperate. He slowly lowered the sword in his hand, finally kneeling at the feet of Gulot, yielding, and gave a sad cry, "I am wrong, master, please bypass me, I will never dare!" "