Take Taobao with you to another world

Compared with the battle that ended quickly, the work of post-war disposal seemed cumbersome and lengthy.

After sorting out work that was no easier than fighting in the eyes of the werewolves, they and humans counted more than 5000 prisoners in total. This number is already enough for the fixed population of a medium and large tribe, and the number of winners is actually not enough for the prisoners. More than half, this kind of scene can also be said to be spectacular.Even after careful screening, these people have been divided into different groups, and the scattered arrangements are used to weaken the threat to them from the remaining fighting power of these captives, but just looking at the swarming heads and ears is enough to make people still The people who did not recover from the aftermath of the battle felt instinctively irritated.

You can't kill people, which means how much troublesome work you have to do!

Compared with keeping them in custody and taking them into custody, as well as all kinds of work in the future, killing people is much easier. You don't have to think about what to do if you can't control the prisoners, but it takes a little effort to dispose of the corpses.

It's a pity that neither the patriarch of Sachel nor the human magician intends to do this.

The ominous saying of killing captives is not popular in the Beastman Empire. Population is a very important resource, especially during wars. More means tighter distribution, so the development model of most tribes is like this: the population of one's own tribe has more people, and the people of the opponent tribe kill fewer people, the larger the territory, the better, and the more livestock, the better.If slaves are tameable, they are naturally the same as cattle, sheep and horses, but for those opponents who have the same ideas as themselves, any kindness to them is a betrayal of the tribe.

Only a very few very large tribes, long-lived for more than ten generations, dealt with this problem more skillfully in a more human-like manner during the reign of eminent leaders.They have strong capital to deal with the impact of betrayal, long-standing blood inheritance and shaman beliefs to maintain the cohesion of the tribe, and they have accumulated enough wisdom to coordinate the relationship between different groups. The rule that people can survive, through killing, luring and marriage, they continue to absorb the population, expand the territory, and then in a long time, completed the prototype of the first city of the orc empire.

Named after the first descendant of the Beast God, Lacerda was established in this way.

At the common meeting before the war, when talking about the captive issue, although the werewolf captains at all levels thought that this topic was brought up a little early, and it seemed like a pre-determined victory, no one would fight a war without confidence. Human hypothetical situation, they give essentially the same opinion:

Just kill it.

For the werewolves, they were the people of the orc empire. This kind of loyalty was unquestionable, but the object of their loyalty was the entire empire, not Lacerda, let alone the greedy nobles parasitic under the throne.What Patriarch Ska did in the imperial capital last year was indeed a bit of a bad tradition, but he neither wanted the easy-to-get Beast Emperor, nor killed any big shots. This matter is almost over, no tribe dares to use this name to trouble them.At most, they will increase the proportion of supply to the imperial capital, and then life will continue as usual. Sacher will never be able to invest in human beings, and he has no interest in the power of the imperial capital. How big of a contradiction is this?

As for the long sword that symbolized imperial power... it was actually returned to its original owner.

Therefore, the Beast Emperor in Lacerda directly launched troops against Sasheer. In the eyes of the werewolves, it was a more hateful act of betrayal than aggression. All enemies who set foot on this land would die without regret.

The people in the colony don't have any special feelings about this attitude of "I understand myself so well, how can you not understand me?" After all, they also have a similar position, but compared to the simple and rude way of the werewolves, they gave the The opinion of the sorcerer made the werewolves have to think carefully.

With the arrival of the army of orcs, the convoy, which could barely be regarded as logistics, now completely belongs to the victors. Humans and werewolves unloaded the supplies on the vehicles together, moved these thousands of carts, and arranged them in a row according to the terrain. The barricades, those sorted captives are locked in these interconnected areas. The lonely and weak women and old and weak slaves are driven to the outermost periphery. The closer to the inner circle in the direction of Sacher, the danger of captives The greater the value, the tighter the guard.

Coulson and his different pupil mage stayed in the innermost circle all night.

Those werewolves and humans threw them some blankets and the like, which was regarded as preferential treatment for these captives whose lives were worth a little money, but it was enough for them to cushion the uneven ground. It was very uncomfortable, but Coulson still fell asleep. He had traveled to different countries and regions since he was a teenager, and this was not the first time he had encountered a predicament. Besides, these werewolves and humans obviously didn't want to kill them.When he woke up in the morning light, shook off the dew on his cloak, stood up and moved his body, the mage with different pupils who was sitting alone in the next fence met his eyes, and after a while they turned their eyes away from each other, Coulson turned his head Looking in the other direction, surrounded by wooden stakes and hemp ropes, the warning significance is far greater than the real fence, a tall werewolf is leaning against the wooden stake, his hands are folded on the hilt of the sword, and the gradually brightening sky is reflected On those blue eyes, which were very rare among werewolves, it was like floating on ice.

This werewolf was terrifyingly strong.

Coulson does not have a deep understanding of the power system within the Beastman Empire. According to the information he knows, except that he does not need to use any rituals or means to guide the accumulation, he is born with powerful power. The so-called "magic wolf" is different from ordinary human talents. There seems to be little difference between them, but they have a very special status among orcs, especially werewolves.Even he could feel the aura of power emanating from the black-haired, green-eyed werewolf patriarch, who lived up to the reputation of "Nightmare" all the time, but this one... When he appeared, one of them... A high-level mage, a specially trained noble knight, didn't even notice it!

And... Maybe others can't recognize the appearance that can only be described as simple, but Coulson knows very well that the long sword carried by this werewolf like an ordinary weapon is one of the causes of this war .

Coupled with the shaman divination obtained by the Far East magician who has never shown his face so far, and his different-eyed mage, the changes that are brewing in the once stable southeast corner of the Orc Empire will not only affect the Orc Empire itself in the future .

After a night's rest, the werewolves and humans began to escort the captives in batches. The first to be taken away were the remaining orc soldiers who had lost their souls. The werewolves tied them up with ropes and carried them across the valley in groups.Looking at the trembling prisoners under the stare of the werewolves in charge of escorting, Braland, who hadn't fought a fight, sighed, and he was assigned to escort the prisoners of war.If the werewolves of Sachel want to restore their tradition of slavery, this is a ready-made resource. It may be difficult for this group of orcs whose spirits have been greatly shocked to raise their arms against them for the second time. The victors deal with the defeated It is the power of innate power. Even if they can return to normal and re-choose the royal power of the imperial capital between the border tribes and the orthodoxy of the empire, it will only be a matter of raising the sword again.

His opinion wasn't heard in that meeting, but Braland didn't feel neglected.Humans and Sacher have formed a very close and tacit cooperative relationship. The two races influence each other, and most of the time it is the werewolves who transform towards the human way of life. Some of the ways he is familiar with seem to be out of date, and he Not sure whether to find a new place for myself in Sacher.

It seems to be quite interesting to participate in an order that has never been established by humans and orcs.

Scar himself didn't find it interesting at all. Human beings brought him as much trouble as they did for him.He was busy until late last night, but he got up early in the morning and had to face the dissatisfaction of his subordinates before he had breakfast.

Normally, the battle is over. Although the process is not satisfactory, the victory is not fake. The damned one is almost dead, and the injured subordinates have also been treated—the team of pharmacists and apprentices sent by the human settlement to deal with the injuries The speed and effectiveness of the methods shocked the werewolves who hadn't paid attention to this team before. Although they were very dissatisfied with their practice of treating even the enemy orcs, but after seeing these pharmacist apprentices separate out some of them Come and pick up the battlefield together, pick out corpses with different shapes of death from the flesh and blood, including women, can fiddle with the wounds with bloody hands without any care, and then put them aside carefully waiting for "dissection" Later, they realize that this part of humanity is not as gentle as it appears.

In short, no matter what humans are going to do, in the eyes of werewolves, no matter how troublesome the work is, they will be done one day, and then it should be the process of celebrating and distributing the spoils that they like most.

"Humans actually want to leave all the women and slaves?" The middle-aged werewolf captain breathed heavily, staring at the calm-looking patriarch in front of him, his voice was so loud that he wished to pass through the mountains, grasslands and rivers, and reach the people in the settlement. In the ears of the famous magician, "We can only get those beast soldiers who can't be used?!"

Boss, who was chasing quickly, stopped, and then gestured for the patriarch's personal guards who had surrounded him because of the commander's sudden attack to retreat to the side.

Scar scratched his temple with his fingertips, and looked up at him, "You only know now?"

"That discussion only decided half of the rights of human beings!" The commander's already excited face turned even redder, "Those women and slaves were captured by us!"

"It was captured by you..." Scar said sarcastically, "Why didn't you say that you also fought this battle?"

The commander choked for a moment, and then said angrily, "At least half of us should be divided, right? They're all circled away, and we can't even divide one or two, so we can count as allies? The interests of our tribe, as the patriarch, don't you... ..."

Scar's eyes changed.

The commander opened his mouth, lowered his voice, and explained, "I didn't mean that!"

Scar stood up, and the commander watched him approaching tensely. He didn't break out in a cold sweat until Scar passed him by. Then he heard Scar's voice:

"Don't make me hear it a second time."

Ska, who was in a bad mood early in the morning, came to the inner circle with a very unhappy expression, and Schumer waved to him.

"Just these two?" Scar was also looking at the two humans who were pointed out at this time, his eyes swept over the mage who obviously had a different bloodline, and met another pair of light gray Although the blue eyes are inferior to werewolves, they are already considered strong among human beings and have a skin with faint blood vessels. Scar thought of the blood crystals that had been handed over to humans, and frowned, "Lucia people."

"I can assure you that I have no hostility towards Sachel." Coulson raised his hands and said, "I have never done anything to harm your interests."

"You believe this yourself?" Gray Wolf Keir sneered.

"I can make a blood oath." Coulson smiled.

"Then stand up now." Keel was very straightforward.

Coulson's smile remained unchanged, "But I have one and only request..."

Scar looked cold, Keir frowned, and Coulson continued, "I want to meet with the 'Far East Sorcerer' once, as the representative of Paros, the largest business group in the Principality of Sith."

"Are you a businessman?" Takla said.

Standing in front of him was a man with a short beard under his chin and a somewhat feminine voice.

"Yes, Your Excellency. I have to say, this is really an astonishing achievement that I have only seen in my life, and it is such a young hero who caused all of this, which makes me feel that my knowledge is shallow." The man said in an extremely fluent common language Said, the tone is so sincere that it is hardly flattering, "I am ashamed of my ignorance, I wonder if I can know your honorable name, this respectable commander?"

Takla tilted his head to look at him with a curious expression.

"But you're a mage," he said.

The man laughed, "You may be mistaken, I'm just a businessman, if there is anything that confuses you, it's probably because I always carry some life-saving magic tools with me."

"That's it." Takla also laughed, and then he said, "Take off your clothes."

The man's smile froze, "I don't think it's suitable for such a special request in public..."

"Do you want to take off or die?" Takla asked.

The man withdrew his smile, and his eyes moved from Takla's slender and sharp eyebrows to the hand on his waist. This young man who made him unable to see clearly was carrying a weapon he had never seen before. He withdrew his gaze, and the meaning in his expression was very different, "Young man, since you asked so..."

He stretched out his hand and pulled it, and he took off the very plain-looking robe on his body. The moment the robe left his body, the powerful aura belonging to the power talent spread around as if liberated. There was a commotion among the businessmen and mages who had been watching them all the time. The man did not continue to take off his robe, but put his robe on his body again. The surface of the black cloth is embroidered with very exquisite patterns with silk threads that can solidify mana, shining in the morning light.

The significance of these patterns is not just decoration, because this is a robe that only high-ranking wizards can wear.

"This is the first time I've been seen through." The man even had a slight change in his face. He looked at Takla with indifferent eyes, and his whole body exuded an astonishing aura.

Takla had an amused expression, "If I don't tell you, when do you want to hide?"

The man said: "When your gifted ones show up."

"Is it not me you said?" A soft voice asked.

The high-level mage turned his eyes to Takla's back, and immediately widened his eyes. The silver-haired young man walking behind was extremely beautiful, which he had only seen in his life, but this would not make a mage with a successful spiritual cultivation lose his composure. When the golden eyes looked at each other, an indescribably great pressure enveloped his whole body. The horror that the different-eyed mage had experienced, he experienced hundreds of thousands of times in an instant. His whole body was stiff, and his throat could not help Make strange noises.

"...What did you do to him?" Takla asked back.

"I didn't do anything." Meravia said innocently.

This person and that guy are actually relatives. Although there is no similarity in appearance, sometimes Takla can clearly feel that they have something in common in essence.Although this person played a small role in this war, it is still the key. If he did not show up, Takla might have to think of other ways to make this hiding mage obedient. He waved his hand and put Put the matter aside, then squatted down, and patted the face of the collapsed mage.

"Tell me, who do you want to see?"

"You plan to meet with those people?" Fan Tianlan frowned.

Yun Shen nodded.

Fan Tianlan said, "I disagree."