Black Knight From Blue Star

Chapter 204 The Hope of the Gray Orcs

　　It would take at least five days to mobilize two thousand infantrymen from outside and take a long way to the city of Kexilan.

 Infantry is not as fast as cavalry and cannot move as fast.

But the Northern Army did not take time out so quickly. After all, tens of thousands of prisoners of war, even if they were processed at the fastest speed, it would still take several days to dig and bury them all.

What's more, the Northern Army did not dare to do such a terrible thing.

 At this time, there was joy and laughter in the Northern Army camp.

The commander-in-chief of the Northern Army, Ste-Nimi, was looking at the map. There were a group of generals in front of him, all talking and laughing.

As long as the war is won, it is easy to make a fortune.

Tens of thousands of prisoners were taken captive, and the ransom they paid afterwards would make them laugh out of their dreams.

And among these generals, there are also a few gray orcs.

 They saw the humans around them smiling and grinned themselves.

 In fact, there are a large number of gray orc warriors in the heavy armored regiments of the Northern Army.

As long as the heavy armor is worn and the sealed helmet is worn, outsiders can hardly tell whether the heavy armor soldier is a human or an orc.

Moreover, the Northern Army has been promoting slogans such as orcs are human beings and orcs’ lives matter.

Although the gray orcs are not disciplined, the northern government has spent a lot of effort to reform them.

 Now the gray orc warriors in the north are able to attack with their human companions instead of running around and rushing around.

 The combat effectiveness is quite strong.

After a while, Ste-Nimi looked away from the map, looked at the generals in the commander's tent and said: "Our victory this time is inseparable from the efforts of the orc brothers, so I personally make the decision and give them I don’t think anyone has any objection to a higher reward.”

 Everyone shook their heads.

The pay of gray orc soldiers is only about one-half of that of normal human soldiers, and if it is increased, it will not exceed the level of human military pay.

"General Commander, we have also captured a group of gray orcs from the south." At this time, a general said: "Would you like to absorb them into our army?"

"Of course." Ste-Nimi thought for a while and said: "It just so happened that Deru Tinma also came to our rear and asked him to give a speech to his colleagues. It would be more effective and could awaken people. The numb minds of our orc brothers.”

 All the generals thought this was a good idea, and several gray orc generals were trembling with excitement.

 They also wanted to hear speeches from their own people.

 The order was quickly issued from level to level.

More than 10,000 gray orcs who were captured were collectively escorted to the rear and placed in a large cottonwood farm called Memphis.

This manor was once the territory of the Southern Party, covering an area of ​​about 65,000 acres.

At its peak, there were 20,000 orcs working here, and each gray orc had to manage about three acres of farmland, which was extremely hard.

 So it is very easy to place 10,000 gray orcs here.

The captured southern gray orcs looked around curiously. Everything in this farm was familiar to them, and the scent of kapok was engraved in their bones.

 But the treatment they received was strange.

 Serious food, no deliberate beating or abuse.

Only when someone is disobedient will they be beaten, but the beating is not miserable or painful, it is just a lesson.

 As long as they obey the orders, the humans who look after them will become very polite.

On the seventh day after their captivity, they were gathered together and sat in a spacious field.

 In front of them, a temporary high platform was built.

Although they have some doubts, under the continuous suppression and abuse from the southerners, they dare not ask or say anything. Not long after, a small guard composed entirely of gray orcs came from a distance, escorting a carriage.

 They looked at their compatriots in surprise.

Different from them, the gray orc troops were neatly dressed, with straight bodies and high spirits.

There is a huge difference between them and these muddy people.

 Why are they so ‘proud’?

 This is the thought in the minds of almost all the Gray Orc captives.

Soon after, the carriage stopped next to the wooden platform.

Several people who looked like human officers gathered around him.

 After that, a gray orc stepped out of the carriage.

This gray orc is wearing beautiful clothes, the kind only nobles can wear.

 He is very clean and his clothes are neat. He is completely different from his fellow tribesmen who are shirtless and only wear a towel around their waist.

This gray orc's body is full of the aura of knowledge.

 After he came down, he shook hands with several human officers.

 Several human officers were very respectful to this gray orc.

 Such a scene shocked these gray orc captives from the south.

There seems to be a strange emotion sprouting in the hearts of these southern gray orc captives.

At this time, the gray orc, who was full of knowledge, walked up to the high platform.

 Many gray orcs saw his appearance clearly.

He is a pure gray orc, and judging from the aesthetics of a gray orc, he is very handsome.

 A magician set up a loudspeaker magic circle behind the gray orc and then went down.

"Fellow compatriots, relatives, and brothers, I'm glad to see you here." The gray orc's voice was full of enthusiasm: "I am Delu-Tingma, a gray orc who came to the north a few years before you. ”

"I was once a slave, and I was best at growing melons. I was squeezed and abused by the slave master every day." Delu Martin's voice began to become sad: "I never thought about whether this was right or not, until One day, the original owner sold me to the north, and the human brothers in the north broke the shackles around my neck, cut off the chains on my feet, and gave me a house and a piece of land. land."

 The captured gray orcs felt incredible when they heard this, and even suspected that they were dreaming.

"I thought at the time that the northerners were playing tricks on me, a poor thing. How could there be any human beings who sympathized with the gray orcs." When Deru Martin said this, his voice was filled with tears: "But all of this is true. Come on. After arriving in the north, I learned what dignity is, what freedom is, and what human beings are!”

"I personally have been liberated and become a 'human being.'" Delu Martin raised his arms and shouted: "But there are still thousands of my compatriots who are still tortured in the south, treated like dogs, and there is nothing wrong with them. dignity."

"This is wrong." Delu-Martin roared: "No one is born a dog, no! My compatriots should not be so."

The voice full of emotional outbursts echoed across the vast farm.

　　The eyes of the captured orcs were shining when they looked at this compatriot, and many of them even stood up.

 “So, I have a dream…”

 Dru-Martin's voice suddenly stopped!

 An arrow hit his eyebrow...A few seconds later, his body fell onto the high platform.

 The human officers and the gray orc escorts nearby rushed towards the assassin frantically.

 A human officer from the north.

"James Earl." An officer shouted angrily: "Are you sick? Why are you killing people?"

 (End of this chapter)