Winner Takes All

At the Hun Royal Palace.

Thirteen lofty cities stood on the vast snowy plains.

The thirteen cities of the Royal palace were the pinnacle of power among the coalition.

It was also the most prosperous place in the whole of the coalition at the snowy plains of the outskirts.

Over the course of history, the Hun's Royal palace's position was growing weaker in the coalition.

But the Hun Royal Palace was still the largest tribe on the snowy plains of the outskirts to date.

As a weak Kingdom was still stronger than a single tribe, this was very obvious in the Hun Royal Palace and the coalition.

For the Royal Palace's thirteen cities, except for the capital, surrounded by the twelve cities. The twelve cities had become a haven where people of the coalition trade and made a living.

In these twelve cities, there was everything.

Food, clothing, horses, ammunition, slaves... and so on.

Every city was bustling with activity.

The streets of one of the cities were filled with stalls in front of shops with all sorts of goods. As vendors and owners peddled on and on. There was a constant flow of people and traffic.

The streets were also cleared of snow by slaves, and there were patrol units of the Hun Royal Palace, threading through the crowd. "Phew... it's really been a while since I've been out and about."

Medea was wrapped in a fur robe, as her superb figure was completely concealed under the thick and large fur robe.

To hide her identity, Medea had even put on special make-up and spotted many freckles on her face just so she looked hideous. It was the only option.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Ever since the age of sixteen, her beauty had been known throughout the Hun Royal Palace.

Once she's on the streets, it was bound to cause a stir throughout the city, drawing crowds of different tribes from different cities. She wanted to have a nice break, not another unnecessary stir-up.

"Medea, you don't have to put on such hideous make-up. Isn't it nice to be envied by everyone?"

Behind her was a female guard responsible for the safety of Medea. As she saw the make-up of Medea, she was puzzled.

Medea shook her head, "I don't like being watched out there as if I'm a monkey. A woman's beauty is only for herself to keep, as for the others, they can have nothing of it."

The female guard was speechless.

As Medea walked up to a stall filled with all sorts of things.

Medea picked up a perfume bottle, examined for a moment, and then proceeded to open the cap and sniffed.

The stall was owned by a female vendor, as that point, she smiled attentively and said, "Ma'am, this is the genuine Chanel perfume. I'd asked someone to go through a lot of trouble to get it. The fragrance...." It was a lengthy and detailed introduction.

This scene, however, seemed absurd and somewhat bizarre.

As the Chanel perfume was a luxury item and it was clearly from a modern origin.

Yet, the way they were sold was so primitive as it was comparable to the ancient times. Combining the two together made it feel so out of place.

But this was the norm of the snowy plains of the outskirts.

Because of the extreme environment, it had caused the snowy plains of the outskirts to be very isolated.

Because of the snowstorm made many items really hard for ordinary people to get their hands on.

So much so that the luxury goods obtained with high cost were only sold in the most primitive way, setting up a stall.

But it was no doubt that these goods were absolutely sought-after in the snowy plains.

And of course, the stalls were only for ordinary people who had some capital to acquire goods from the outside world.

Those plutocrats of the major tribes had been able to sell their goods in a way that was no different from the outside world with shops, online auctions and auctions houses...

Of course, these were also aimed at the upper class of the coalition. And the prices were also far exceeded those that still used stalls.

But for the upper class of the coalition, the price didn't matter anymore. It's the feeling of being the upper class and the atmosphere that counts.

"This should be worth a slave, right?"

Medea put down the Chanel perfume and asked curiously.

The female owner shook her head, "Two slaves, but if ma'am really wants it, I can give you an offer. For just one slave, the perfume can be yours to take."

Medea shook her head. She then turned around and left

After she had left for a while, the owner said helplessly, "These tribes on the outskirts have suffered so much from the harsh environment. A bottle of Chanel perfume is sold at the sky-high price of a slave. For me, I can buy this perfume at ease. While all these people have to pay a huge price."

There was some pity in her words.

But her eyes, at that moment, were ablaze with fire, filled with determination.

As

clenched her fists, as if she was making a vow, "One day, I will bring the coalition to the south, to the land The female guard, who was behind Medea, her eyes were filled with respect.

is fertile and full of potential. And show them

this is

to live rat

survive."

Looking at Medea's back, she was in incomparable awe.

Who wouldn't want to bring their tribes south to find a better place to live and to feel the warm sunshine?

But the coalition on the snowy plains were used to waging wars against each other ever since ancient times. This only made matters worse as they slowly crippling each other. Even before Medea's appearance, the coalition still thought that with the power of one single tribe, they could conquer both Thegiant city and the three-hundred thousand strong Dragon Cavalry in order for the people to move southwards.

The selfishness between the tribes could be seen here in the best possible way.

But the appearance of Medea was to change the situation and gap the feud between the tribes in the coalition. To stop the internal conflict and initiate the combined effort of moving southward. "Medea's point of view was worthy of the Wolf appellation. With such a point of view, hasn't it already surpassed all those coalition's tribe leaders? Even the king couldn't reach such level." This was what the female guard had thought about.

Ring... ring...

In the distance, in the direction of the city gates, came the sound of horses galloping and bells.

"Hmm? Are there new slaves arriving?"

Medea raised her eyebrows with some interest.

The female guard smiled back and said, "Medea, it is utmost important to have slaves coming in every day in the twelve cities."

Slaves were an important thing on the snowy plains of the outskirts.

They could be used as livestock, currency, and something else...

"Forget it, let's go see something else."

Medea shifted her gaze and shrugged. She then grabbed the female guard's hand and pulled her towards a nearby shop, "Come with me, I wanna see some purses. It's been a while and I've been longing for some purses. Not sure if they'll have that limited edition this time around."

The street in the distance.

The bells rang as the caravan moved forward.

The pedestrians backed away to make room.

As the caravan moved slowly forward.

And in the middle of the caravan, there were three cages full of children. Jack was sitting inside the frontmost cage.

As the caravan travelled along the street.

The pedestrians around them showed no sympathy for the child in the cage.

Instead, their eyes had glowed with excitement.

"Young slaves? All hail Wolf. Finally, we have been waiting for this. I wonder when the auction will take place."

"Three whole wagons of child slaves. Oh my God, I'm going to get my hands on them this time. That little girl must be mine!" "Hahaha... it must be a busy day in our auction house. But why is there a grown-ass man in the cage at the front?"

There was a lot of chatter.

But soon, someone noticed Jack in the cage.

After all, with all children in all three cages, he, as an adult, stood out from the rest!

"Chief, it looks like we're going to make a fortune this time. With the way they look, they'll be fighting fiercely in the auction house later!"

One of the caravan's companions said excitedly to the leader.

The caravan leader whose face redden, "Of course, children slaves are always in demand by the coalition in the snowy plains. But that guy with wounds, I don't think we can fetch a good price." The companion replied, "If we can sell him, it's still worth something anyway, we got him for free, though."