Warlock of War: My Ares System

Chapter 296 Becoming A Slave (2)

It was as if he was looking at a ghost, but was that only because I was weak, or was it because I was too strong for him to even detect my power… he would never know.

And as my mouth was still next to his ear, I decided to try and make everything easier for me.

"You better get these eyes off of me before I tear them out myself,"

He slowly nodded with a drop of sweat running down his cheek, staying weary of me as he attempted to calm down the surrounding slaves.

That was easier than I thought.

The ride to the outer walls of the massive city wasn't as long as I had expected, but the slaves surrounding me definitely felt something else compared to me.

Even Aisa, who was normally calm and collected when it came to tight situations like this, began to squirm and shift in her seat, feeling a bit claustrophobic.

"Orion… look at that shit," Aisa muttered, her jaw-dropping as we approached the dark fortressy walls overhanging with the corpses and limbs of their enemies.

Any signs of annoyance or claustrophobia immediately disappeared as Aisa gazed at the spectacle presented to us and then glanced at the new demi-humans before us.

"Aisa… be careful," I uttered under my breath as we glanced at the few guards whose horns were as long as ours.

They looked like any other demi-human, just dressed in a thick layer of armor, but the thing that separated them apart was the massive horns dropped atop their heads.

And if this was just the outer wall, I couldn't imagine how strong the demi-human servants are within the several other walls.

"No way that's real-"

Suddenly, Aisa caught her voice as a few guards came out from the office planted against the bottom of the wall, their several eyes inspecting each and every single person within the cages.

"It smells…." One of them muttered, sending chills down our spines as we lowered our bodies and cupped our noses and mouths with a free hand.

We restricted all air, making our presence essentially unnoticeable… until I felt an eye graze against the back of my neck.

It shifted off as if the inspector was uncaring at first, but it soon shifted back on, scraping at the back of my neck and practically digging into it.

The invisible claws soon grabbed and yanked it upwards, forcing me to drop all of my guards in order to pass off as a normal slave, yet…

"You smell…." The demi-human muttered, all nine of his eyes locking onto me, and future cursed attributes began to threaten my sanity.

He pulled me through the crowd, garnering the attention of all the other slave owners from around the wagons.

Though it had been several weeks, and it's not like they kept a tab on who specifically they brought, so I was safe in that category for now, but currently, the category in front of me was looking dire.

Aisa looked ready to step in as she sharpened her forcefully dull eyes, each bone and muscle within her hands and forearms cracking into place.

They were warming up for the main course of this little trip.

But, I quickly signaled with my hands for her not to do anything as I had this handled and knew exactly what to do.

Just judging from the way they moved… I could instantly know how to appease them or manipulate them.

Their attitude was clear and apparent, like a glass pane shining into their brain and heart.

"I haven't taken a shower in two weeks… give me some slack," I lightly chuckled, and the man suddenly grabbed my collar with both of his hands and slammed me against the metal bars.

His jaw unhinged, revealing a massive and monstrous mouth lined with hundreds upon hundreds of razor-sharp teeth ready to chomp into my head.

This part was out of my expectations… but everything went as planned.

"STOP! DO NOT TOUCH MY PRODUCE!" One of the slave traders shouted, kicking the guard in his ribs and sending him flying into the ground.

The guard coughed up a few drops of blood before obediently returning to his cabin, engraved into the massive and intimidating black walls.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" The slave trader shouted once more before turning towards me and pushing me back into the group, shoving his arm and hand through the gaping metal bars.

I was tempted to imprint him with [Egg of the Progenitor] as he touched me, but it was too risky as of now and especially more dangerous if the egg hatches at the untimely occasion.

So, I just obediently shuffled back next to Aisa and glanced at the man who had been glaring at me during this entire trip.

He was smirking with an unhinged expression, the claustrophobia and lack of food already eating away at his sanity.

"Asshole," He lightly kicked me, but I blocked it with my own hand and gripped his ankle so tight that it nearly broke.

"Let's just kill him… he's a simple slave anyway," Aisa muttered, but I quickly stopped her just as she flexed her hand into that of a knife.

"He still has some use,"

"Tch… whatever… I was just joking anyway… this might've been more fun if Cy or Luna had come with us," Aisa rolled her eyes as the massive gate holding us back from the inside of the fortress began to slowly tilt downwards in the opposite direction.

Normally, the drawbridge unfolds towards the entrance, but this time it is folding backward toward the inside of the city.

The chains holding it up slowly unraveled, their endless clinking and shifting resounding through the air.

And finally, the drawbridge hit the other side with a loud BOOM before the slave traders wheeled us into our destination.

"I miss Luna…." Aisa grumbled under her breath, trying to garner some pitiful attention from me.

"That's great… should've begged her to come then," I rolled my eyes before blocking the woman's complaints out of my head and focusing up.