In the Name of the Queen

When Bridges was preparing to cook seafood, Sif had already been dragged into the captain's room by Roland.

Roland's reason was that she had sung all night and was tired, so she needed a good rest.

"You don't want your voice to be ruined, so you can sing as beautifully as me in the future, right?"

Sif originally wanted to put on an attitude of "I am with everyone in the fleet", but Roland's threat was really scary, and she didn't dare to gamble.

She was so scared that she quickly retreated to the captain's room, holding the pear handed over by Roland and chewing it while calming down.

I heard that pears moisturize the throat, so it's better to eat more.

In fact, Roland was not only worried about her voice, but also worried that she would be scared by the blood that was about to happen on the deck.

This was foreseeable. After all, the sirens were not considered human.

It's not so easy to get human status.

In the past, the elves and the earth spirits fought for the orthodox status of humans, and sparks flew and blood flowed.

Theia plane is larger than the earth, and the surface area of ​​the planet is about three times that of the earth, but the resources are limited after all, and it can't accommodate too many human branches.

Currently, there are only two branches of Homo sapiens and Demi-humans who hold the orthodox human nationality.

Even if we add the highly intelligent humans that once existed, there are only four more branches: elves, earth spirits, orcs, and demons.

The sirens also want to get their hands on the precious human nationality?

Dream on.

Even if they learn human language and imitate human living habits, they are them, not them.

Bridges will not be polite to them.

Before the execution and torture, Bridges exchanged glances with Roland standing on the high platform.

This is a tacit understanding between men.

Bacon is delicious and everyone likes it, but the shrill screams and blood all over the ground when slaughtering pigs are not beautiful.

Keep the queen away from this bloody scene.

Don't let the seafood juice splash on the flawless petals of the white rose.

This is the consensus of Roland and Bridges.

Seeing Roland easily disintegrate the queen's resistance and take her to the captain's room to rest, Bridges suddenly felt that the queen's lover seemed to be okay.

Let the pretty boy be a pretty boy, who makes the queen like him.

After watching the queen leave the slaughterhouse, Bridges, who turned into a butcher, had a cold look in his eyes and a ferocious expression. He clenched his pistol and walked towards the seafood captives.

He had a vague bad feeling that the disappearance of his comrades in the Fourth Fleet, as well as the late emperor and the prince, might be related to this group of sea monsters.

Even if they were not the murderers, they were related.

With a burst of gunfire, more than a dozen seafood were shot dead on the spot and thrown into the sea.

Born in the sea, died in the sea, and the cycle was completed.

There were more than 20 sea monsters left, looking at Bridges, who was as terrifying as a demon, in horror.

Looking at Bridges' approaching footsteps, a sea monster stuttered and yelled, "You humans call yourself civilized, but you also..."

"Bang!"

The gunshots rang again, and the protests stopped abruptly.

Bridges said coldly: "Take them to the kitchen, interrogate them carefully, and ask the chef to prepare the ingredients for stewing fish soup."

Sea monsters are intelligent beings that can speak. Killing them is okay, but using them to stew soup is a bit unacceptable.

Bridges was just trying to scare them and give these sea sirens some strength.

But the sea sirens didn't know whether it was true or not. They were scared out of their wits by Bridges and confessed one after another.

It was a pity that these sea sirens were all cannon fodder at the bottom level, not even middle-level officers, and the information they knew was little and useless.

The more useful information was that their original hometown was in a distant deep-sea city-state. They were forced to leave their hometown a few years ago, and many sea sirens complained about this.

Bridges sorted out the information and presented it to Sif.

Seeing Sif sharing information with Roland without any scruples, Bridges took his leave first.

It was dawn, and there were still a few hours to reach Emre Port. He had to make all preparations.

Looking at Bridges' report, Sif was still thinking, and Roland had already started to sneer.

"I don't believe that the warriors who boarded the enemy ship first were not led by officers. I'll go and see."

When Roland was about to leave, Sif pinched his sleeve and shook his head slowly. "Leave the bloody things to others. I don't want you to do the same."

Roland was stunned.

He was carefully protecting Sif, and so was she.

There were too many uglinesses in this world, and Roland's most sincere hope was that he would be less tainted.

Roland smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't torture them, I'll talk to them."

Since Roland agreed, Sif was relieved.

She was just a little curious, what way did Roland have to make these guys who couldn't understand human language sensible?

Of course there was.

For example, exchanging music.

Roland locked the sirens in a well-sealed lower cabin and locked the cabin door.

The sirens looked at Roland's kind smile and felt inexplicably nervous.

Roland's eyes wandered over the sirens, as if looking for weaknesses.

The beautiful female sirens saw Roland's eyes coming, some were shy, and some took the initiative to straighten their chests.

One of the female sirens had a face that was obviously more beautiful than the others. Looking at her proud curves and rosy and flexible tongue, Roland walked over.

The mermaid lowered her head slightly, her charm was mixed with a bit of shyness.

If it were a normal man, he would probably be hot and unbearable in the face of this strange temptation, but Roland saw the flash of coldness in her eyes when she lowered her head.

Roland pinched her chin, sneered and teased: "Stinky XX, are you fantasizing about my sperm being stuffed into your head and then biting it off?"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in seafood-flavored cups."

Although she didn't quite understand what the cup meant, the female mermaid still felt a sense of shame.

She closed her eyes and her body trembled slightly.

Roland pinched her neck and lifted her up, the devil's whisper ringing in his ears.

"Are you anxious? Although I have no sexual interest in seafood, my human compatriot XP is broad-minded and tolerant, and there are many people who like seafood. Don't worry, you can eat it until you die after Emre comes ashore."

The female siren closed her eyes tightly and said nothing, but her trembling body betrayed her true inner feelings.

"Kill me!" the female siren said through gritted teeth.

"Snapped!"

She was answered with a resounding slap.

Roland looked at her as if he were looking at a poor fool.

"If it falls into my hands, can you still live and die? Unless you can provide enough information."

The female siren stubbornly turned her head, not looking at Roland.

Her face was burning and hurting, but she didn't care.

Since she was captured, she had no intention of surviving, and there was no hope of obtaining information from her.

Roland looked at the female siren who was as stubborn as a chaste woman, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

You won’t say it, right?

Then give her some strength.

Although the method of fatigue interrogation is good, it is too slow to produce results. Anyone can do it, and his methods cannot be shown.

Roland took out the magic scroll and stuck it outside the female siren's ear to activate the scroll.

The female siren looked at Roland in horror, but was surprised to find that there seemed to be nothing strange about her body, and her hearing was even much sharper.

"Hearing strengthening magic has a very simple effect. It can strengthen hearing ten times in a short period of time. It is often used as auxiliary detection magic."

The female siren seemed to have thought of something, and her face changed slightly.

She subconsciously wanted to cover her ears, but found that she was tied up and unable to move.

Before she could even protest, Roland had already spoken.

It was difficult to hear the suffocating singing.

With ten times the benefit of hearing, every lyric is deafening, but not deafening.

The female siren screamed, and her soul was almost torn apart instantly.

How she longed to be deaf.

Losing her hearing is the greatest tragedy for the singing siren, but now it is the only possibility to save her.

It's a pity that she is not deaf, but has excellent sound recognition ability.

She already had excellent hearing, and with ten times the hearing aid, the pain she endured exceeded the limit that words can describe.

Roland once rubbed plastic foam with water on the glass, and the sound was very unpleasant.

The pain that the female siren is experiencing now is far more than a hundred times tormented by that noise.

She collapsed instantly.

After holding on for less than a minute, her whole body was covered in hot sweat, and a fishy smell oozed from the lower part of her body. She was already incontinent.

She tried to faint, but Roland grabbed a bucket of cold water and poured it on her head, forcibly interrupting her.

The other krakens in the room were in agony, but the female kraken's pain was far greater than any of them.

Finally, she screamed for mercy.

"I said, I will say anything, please shut up!"

Roland smiled slightly, sang the last line, and bowed out gracefully.

"The wonderful performance ends here. I need your confessions. High-value information can buy back freedom, medium-value information can be exchanged for a dignified and painless death, and low-value information can be exchanged for tickets to this singer's special concert."

The faces of the sirens turned pale.

Damn humans, that's harsh.

Medium value information cannot be exchanged for freedom, but only painless death?

But they had no room for bargaining.

Unless you want tickets for Roland's special concert.

For them, this is a torture a hundred times more painful than death.

The sirens were so desperate that they gave up everything without struggling.

In Roland's eyes, most people's intelligence does not meet the threshold of medium-value intelligence. Who wants to hear about the short-term affairs of their clan's parents?

Does it make sense to see who is the Siren, Grim or Gram?

This seems to be really useful.

At least it proves that the Kraken is not monolithic within itself, and that tribal conflicts outweigh class conflicts.

Roland did not let go of any information and carefully recorded the information, preparing to hand it over to Alina for analysis later.

The biggest fish is still the female siren who was so tough-mouthed just now.

No different from the stereotype, the strength and status within the Kraken group are also determined by their bloodline.

Female mermaids with high bloodline have more outstanding appearance and figure.

The female siren who was sung by Roland alone had outstanding appearance and figure, second only to the female siren leader who led the operation last night.

Seeing Roland clearing his throat again in preparation for a solo concert, her proud head lowered instantly and she became extremely docile.

She did it all.

Her name is Munina Gram, a high-ranking siren and priest of the Gram clan. She was the deputy commander of the sneak attack on the fleet last night.

"Who is that siren who is prettier than you?"

Roland asked suddenly.

"That's my sister, Muniya Gram, the next clan leader. My sister is far stronger than me, and she will definitely avenge me!"

Roland didn't bother to pay attention to Munina. Only children like to engage in this kind of meaningless verbal dispute.

He wants more information.

"Approximately how many people are there in the entire Siren race?"

"Many, many, too many to count." Munina's expression became proud.

You are so proud!

Roland silently complained that he was an idiot who didn't even understand mathematics.

He changed his words and asked softly: "How many people attacked us last night?"

"Not too much."

"Where's the male siren with support?"

"A bit much."

"What about your tribe?"

"A lot."

After a series of tossing and turning, Roland made a rough judgment from Munina's various adjectives.

Not too many means about a hundred people, a little more means a thousand people, many means a hundred thousand people, and many, many means at least millions.

This is just the number Munina knows.

According to conservative estimates, the total number of the Sirens has exceeded 10 million.

According to Munina's statement, their production capacity is roughly equivalent to the early Iron Age, and their social organization form is in the transition stage from the late slave society to the feudal society.

They have occupied many large islands in the deep sea and built deep-sea city-states. The tribesmen are engaged in marine fishing and aquaculture, and they ask the sea for food to feed the tribe.

As we all know, the ocean is a super treasure house. Even in the 21st century, human exploration of the ocean has only revealed a corner of the mystery. The island where the Sirens are located is relatively remote, so it is normal that they have not been discovered by humans for the time being.

Munina herself is not a particularly valuable target, and even the tribe behind her is not particularly strong in the entire Sirens tribe.

It is precisely because of her marginal status that she was sent to serve as cannon fodder.

As Munina exaggeratedly discussed the strong men of her tribe, Roland constantly reminded her to calm down with loud slaps and even louder songs, and inferred the strength of the so-called strong men through their destructive power.

Roland simply and crudely set the average combat power of five-year veterans in human civilization countries to one soldier.

Munina's combat power is about 3-5 soldiers, the combat power of ordinary female sirens is 0.2-0.3 soldiers, and her sister Munia's combat power is about 10 soldiers, which has touched the threshold of the ninth-level extraordinary person. As long as she breaks through again, she will be at the level of an entry-level extraordinary person.

The average combat power of a male siren starts at 2 soldiers.

But their organizational ability is very poor.

According to Roland's judgment.

1 male siren can easily beat 2-3 human veterans.

10 male sirens can only beat 10 human veterans.

100 male sirens can only barely fight against 50 human veterans, and they are likely to lose.

Their low intelligence and crude organization and command made them no match for humans after they gathered together.

The major powers in the human world have reached the level of pre-modern military, and any country can easily crush the entire sirens.

If they go ashore.

Munina's confession is very detailed and useful, but it gives Roland a headache.

How to face the sirens in the future?

These guys have become a force to be reckoned with. Unless they can be ruthless and carry out genocide with the courage of American pioneers, they are likely to become a branch of humans like sub-humans.

After a slight headache, Roland made a decision and believed in the wisdom of future generations.

They will definitely find a way to get along with the sirens.

Now he has more important things to do.

Roland looked at Munina kindly, "Munia, do you want to live? Don't rush to answer, your answer determines the fate of all captives. If you choose to live, everyone can live. If you choose to die, they will all die because of you."