Orc Horde Upgrade System

At least the shackles they brought out must be enough.

Who would have thought that the orc would come to such a trick and end the battle early, causing Xuan and Xia to stare at so many prisoners of war.

Thinking of this, Xia couldn't laugh or cry, but he hoped to end the battle as soon as possible. After all, it was very cold to stay outside in the winter.

He raised his head and yelled towards Fei, and Fei came over quickly. He turned into a human and sat on Xia's back, rubbing his arms constantly, muttering, "It's so cold, I can go back to Qingshan Is it in the city? I want to sleep in bed."

Xia turned to look at him, and said, "You are not the kind of orc who wants to hibernate, I remember you are quite cold-tolerant."

"Is there any relationship between my cold resistance and my fear of cold? My cold resistance can only prove that I can hardly be frozen to death in winter, but I can also feel cold. Well, why do you have to torture yourself and suffer from the cold when you have a warm bed?" Sitting cross-legged, Fei kept pushing his hands and feet into Xia's thick fur.

Xia: "...Go back to Qingshan City and bring more shackles and weak grass."

While talking, Xia shook the snow on his body, then shook Fei down, and Fei fell into the snow, making a human-shaped crater.

After crawling out of the pit, Fei patted the snow on his body, then changed into a beast shape, and said, "Okay, I'll take a few more people back to get them."

Fei quickly picked a few flying orcs and went back to Qingshan City with him, while Yang and the others used the existing shackles to handcuff all the captives in order of strength from high to low.

The remaining ones just pulled some strong vines and tied them firmly.

The food delivery airdrop team appeared on time, and everyone started camping and cooking on the spot. The food was not yet cooked, but the aroma had already wafted out.

The people in Qingshan City are alright. Although they have been lying in ambush for so long, their supplies have been able to keep up, so they have never been hungry.

On the contrary, those captives were already tired and hungry, and they experienced another great battle. When everything was over, many of them lay on the snow without moving. Move and let the people of Qingshan City tie them up.

At this time, smelling the aroma of the food of the orcs in Qingshan City, the northern orcs who were lying upright like dead fish with their companions to resist the cold and hunger slowly opened their eyes and looked at the steaming pot. look.

goo—

There were voices one after another. The northern orcs who were already too hungry and no longer feel hungry, the moment they smelled the aroma of food, their stomach wriggled uncontrollably and made noises again.

There was even a little bit of cramping because the stomach was already empty.

Yang didn't give them the slightest look. After finishing the food and ensuring that everyone in his group was full, he looked at the leftover vegetable leaves and the broken bones that were removed when processing the ingredients, and said to an orc next to him, "Collect these and stew a pot of mishmash soup for them, just don't starve to death."

Now that it is cold and cold, it is not suitable for them to come out to ambush people to bring too much supplies, and it is not convenient to go hunting, so their food is delivered by the flying orcs every two days, and then they can eat a full meal for a few days , it is basically impossible to have leftovers for these prisoners of war to eat.

And even if there are leftovers, it is absolutely impossible to feed them well.

Just get some unnecessary stuff first and make do with it so they don't get hungry enough to rebel.

Watching the tribesmen start to collect the vegetable leaves and broken bones on the ground, Yang frowned. These people originally came to invade the south to attack Qingshan City, but now they were defeated and arrested, why did they still need their own tribesmen to serve them? Do food.

Thinking of this, he said again, "Don't do it, go pick some more obedient prisoners and let them do it themselves."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and glanced around the pile of prisoners of war, "Don't pick those who are in shackles, pick from those who are tied with vines, by the way, don't pick people from the God Tribe either."

Hearing Yang's words, the clansman put down the vegetable leaves he had just picked up in his hand, and then called a few companions to pick people from the pile of prisoners of war.

Because of Yang, they directly skipped those northern orcs who were shackled, and after walking a few times among the northern orcs bound by vines, they pointed out a person whose strength was relatively weak among this group of northern orcs. Ask other northern orcs, "Is this man from the tribe of the gods?"

The orc who was pointed out and the orcs in his tribe all seemed a little flustered, and quickly said, "None of us belong to the tribe of gods."

The orcs in Qingshan City nodded, and then asked some orcs to ask the same question.

After confirming that none of them belonged to the God Tribe, they picked the twenty weakest orcs who could be easily subdued by them and brought them out.

Yang's voice was not loud, and there were not many northern orcs who heard him. A dozen or so of the selected orcs obviously didn't understand the situation, and there was a trace of panic in their eyes, fearing that Qingshan City would suddenly kill them. Sexy Dafa caught them out and killed them.

If the orcs in Qingshan City who were rescued by them would patiently explain to each other, and facing these northern orcs invading the south, it would be good if they could think of something to eat in this icy and snowy wilderness.

It wasn't until they were untied and pushed to the side of the stone stove that those people came back to their senses, and several of the northern orcs who heard Yang's words immediately started to get busy.

The bewildered northern orcs also subconsciously got busy.

"We are..." one orc whispered to another orc who seemed to know the situation.

"Pick up the vegetable leaves and bones that they don't want to make soup." The orc paused before continuing, "This is the food for all of us. We were chosen to do these things."

As a northern tribe orc with frequent wars, it is natural to know that those who have been captured as defeated must not count on the victor to make food for them.

But what made them feel at ease but panicked was that there were no slaves in the south, so there was a high probability that those who were captured would not become slaves, which made them feel a little more at ease.

But it was also because there were no slaves in the south that made them feel flustered.

They weren't sure what these southern orcs would do to them after they captured them. If they weren't slaves, what would they be?

They are at a loss here, and Xia is also having a headache about how to arrange them.

Worrying around twice, if Xia is a person in the modern world, his head would be bald by now.