Take Taobao with you to another world

"You're not going to interrogate them?" the pharmacist asked.

"What's there to ask," Scar said. "I'm polite enough not to hang their heads on the flagpole. They think they're still in Lacerda?"

The pharmacist has known Scar for so many years, and those who dared to be more arrogant than him are almost all dead. If there are any exceptions, the magician in the settlement is probably the only one who can make Scar reluctantly bow his head—— Scar himself would not admit it.The captured shamans are now under house arrest in the tribe. The pharmacist has gone to see their situation. After all, they are from the ascetic monastery. These white-robed shamans do not have high requirements for living conditions, and they have no interest in the outside world. , plus the deterrent effect of that battle is still there, and their attitude towards the pharmacist, a typical human being, is not too bad. After knowing that he is Sachel's pharmacist, they are at least willing to take a look at him, but they refuse to let him check Body advice.

Although the oldest shaman was coughing all the time, they believed that they definitely understood the mysteries of the orc's body better than humans.

"You can't just leave them there all the time, right?" The pharmacist put down the herbs he was grinding and looked back at him. They kept asking to meet Scar.

Ska clicked his tongue, "It's been a while..."

Then there was a knock on the door.Boss came in with a bunch of scrolls. This was another batch of papers from the settlement, more than ever before, because there have been a lot of things recently. Scar was not surprised. Boss was sending these papers. After handing over the documents to Scar, he left. Scar still had the privilege to rest at the pharmacist's place, but he didn't.

Scar put the document on one side of the table, and then looked at it in turn according to the numbers marked on the outer layer.No matter how much he didn't like to study, after the black-haired magician insisted on labeling each picture with words and numbers, Ska was able to match some of them, although it was still a long way from his active absorption.

Noticing that his brows were getting more and more furrowed as he read, the pharmacist asked, "What's wrong?"

Scar dropped the document and snorted, "Even he came to help me."

The black-haired magician asked him to confirm some things from the captives. It was up to him whether to bring a human recorder, as long as the result was meaningful.Scar didn't know how difficult it was for the creators to express these tortuous meanings, but he did not understand the deviation.

"Mainly asking about things that turn people into monsters, will they answer?" asked the pharmacist.

"Those two living guys are already crazy. If you want to ask, you can only ask those old guys, if it doesn't have much to do with them." Scar said, he stood up, "The purpose of war is to win, to win, Anything works. But that stuff just makes me sick."

When Scar walked into the big tent, all the shamans turned their gazes over in unison. They were greeted by such a group of shamans with physical strength, no matter whether they were strong or weak, and who came from a penance monastery that was no less important than the five major families. Noticing that Scar's expression was not unnatural at all, he went straight to the most powerful shaman and sat cross-legged on the animal skin cushion.

"You're finally here." Amid the coughing voice of another companion, the great shaman whose eyebrows, hair and beard had turned snow-white said slowly.

"I have a few questions for you," Scar said.

"We also have a few questions." The big shaman said.

Ska narrowed his golden-green eyes to look at him, and suddenly laughed. The next moment, he made a lightning strike, grabbed the opponent's skinny neck, and slammed it to the ground. With the sound of freezing ice, many shamans yelled angrily, got up and approached Scar, the werewolf knight who followed Scar quickly drew their swords, and several people stood behind Scar in a semi-circle for protection. Putting his fingers into his mouth, Ska waved his hand to stop the whistle as soon as it blew.

He squatted on the ground, without even looking at the low-level shamans with angry expressions, his eyes fell on the old man who was firmly pinned to the ground by the ice chain, with that dangerous smile on his face, "What do you want to ask me, Um?"

"...You are really proud, Scar Nightmare." The big shaman lying on the ground gasped and said, he moved his hands, and the ice blocks that sealed his limbs turned into water, and the middle man who was kneeling beside him The Nian shaman helped the big shaman up, looking at Scar vigilantly.This werewolf patriarch didn't show much talent of the demon wolf on the battlefield. The external aura can't really explain the real strength, but the ice crystals shining everywhere in the tent have already proved his strength.

Scar didn't make any more moves, nor did he respond to his words, but asked directly: "Did those ghost things go through your means?"

The big shaman sat up again, "If you're asking about the source of the blood beast, we can only say that we don't know."

"Not sure?" Scar said sarcastically.

"Yes, Lord of Nightmare." The great shaman said calmly, "War is not our real goal. The Penitentiary does not care about foreign affairs. We only need to fulfill our duties. It is up to the generals to use any means to win the victory." thing."

"Don't care about foreign affairs?" Scar sneered, "It's better to say that you are just decorations, a bunch of waste."

These words were not so heavy, but the great shaman was not as angry as the others. He glanced at Scar and repeated, "We will not interfere with anything other than our duties."

This is almost equivalent to denying the relationship between those "source of blood beasts" and them. It's not that Scar doesn't dislike this way of speaking, but he didn't come to beat people today, not to mention that this old guy put on a "whatever you want" " attitude, he no longer expected them to answer his questions honestly, but changed to another way of asking: "Did the leader do it himself?"

"You should have got the answer elsewhere," said the great shaman.

"They're crazy," Scar said.

This result seemed unexpected to the great shaman, he said after a while, "They should have our amulets on them."

"So what? It just proves your incompetence and their stupidity." Scar said, "They are useless now, I want to know how those things came from, did they collude with outsiders, or did outsiders send them to them? "

"I don't know." The big shaman said, "Only the leader of the caravan had close contact with General Padra."

Scar stood up neatly, turned his head and walked out. The big shaman half raised his body from the ground and stopped him. Scar turned half sideways and looked at him.

"We have always had doubts." The great shaman said, "Why do you want to be an enemy of the imperial capital, why do you reject the throne that is close at hand? Because of history, because of the coercion of the lion family, or other reasons, you are willing to unite with humans ?”

"Because I don't want to feed a bunch of old farts that take the place," Scar said, "including you."

Then he left, and the tent door of the big tent was put down again, leaving a room of quiet shaman.

Nanshan and his team members worked together to carry the porridge to the middle of the field ridge. The werewolf standing on the side came over and stirred the bottom of the porridge with a wooden spoon. He was a little dissatisfied with the contents of the pan, "It's not that it's not necessary to give them to eat so good ?"

"It's just these things back and forth," Nanshan said. "Besides, they eat too little, and they don't have the energy to work."

"I don't see how much they can do when they are full. They are more lazy than animals." The werewolf said with a curled mouth, but he still went to the post next to the wooden fence, picked up the hammer and rang the iron bell.The loud bell sounded far away in the open plain, and the orcs who waved their farm tools weakly straightened their sore waists, and gathered towards the food distribution point. Anyway, they have learned enough lessons these days, and only have a few brains Not so good, and I habitually put the tools on the ground, and turned around to pick them up in a hurry under the threat of the whip.

The werewolves monitoring the fields first recovered the sharp iron farm tools before distributing the pottery bowls to the orcs. The order of the queue was also deliberately established. At first it was by the werewolves beating and cursing, but later Nanshan they used The wooden fence separated the aisle that only one person can pass through at a time, and the situation of looting, breaking bowls and spilling food was finally effectively controlled.

Looking at the captive orcs who licked the bottom of the bowl repeatedly after devouring, Nanshan was not as contemptuous as the werewolves next to him. He knew that these captive guards were ferocious orcs specially selected by the Sacher tribe, otherwise he would not be able to suppress them every time. Hundreds of captives were dispatched. After all, the farm tools they used were completely weapons elsewhere, and they were formal soldiers.It’s just that those who could come to work “voluntarily” left the prisoner-of-war camp after being too hungry, because werewolves needed to reduce threats, and were not too happy to provide food for their enemies. It is kind of them to exchange food for work. treatment.

Hunger left Nanshan with a deep memory. Even if they knew they were invaders, they would treat them more cruelly if they failed. There are also many orcs who were coerced by the strong beast army, and their physical condition is much worse than that of the members of the settlement who have only had a good life for two years. The captain of the United Agricultural Brigade is still a little emotional.

The prisoner-of-war camp is still conducting further screening and classification of the prisoners. I heard that even the children in the school have been included in the work team. Nanshan feels that this experience is a good thing for them.He didn't have any objection to the education plan promoted by the magician, but he was afraid that they would be too young and forget the cruelty of this world because of the protection of the magician.

Mingyue looked up at the young orc who was looking straight at her, and asked in the orc language, "What tribe are you from, and how old are you?"

Her voice was very clear, and the common sayings of the orcs were also used correctly. The werewolves and foxes who had taken her class did not speak inaudiblely, but the other party not only did not respond to her, but turned around and grabbed another prisoner behind him. Pointing at her, he said, "Woman! A human woman! This is a human woman!"

The orc who was pulled over also looked at the black-haired human girl with unbelievable eyes. They were driven to queue for such a long time, just to see this?He turned around and was about to share this spectacle with the people behind him, but when he heard a slap, the black-haired girl had already stood up, and the boy in front of him was slapped to the side, and then the woman lifted him away with one hand. off the ground.

"I'm asking you, didn't you hear?" She asked with a smile.

The orc boy struggled desperately and stretched out his leg to kick her, but the slender-looking girl grabbed the other foot, and then effortlessly lifted the boy, who was at least 14 years old, over his head and threw it out. Screaming and knocking down a group of orcs behind, even the last orc in the team was affected.The others could only stare at this horrible human woman. The adult orc in the back watched her pick up the shiny white, thin and wide thing from the wooden table, and in the other hand held a small wooden stick A hole was knocked out on the table, and he stared at him and asked, "Which tribe are you from? Are you a warrior or an ordinary orc?"

The orc swallowed his saliva, and answered her question carefully, only to see that she drew some lines on the thing with a stick, and then the werewolf slapped him on the face with a red thing, ordering him not to Wash it off, or shoot to kill, he was driven to the other side of the fence, which is also a passage surrounded by silver-gray metal nets, he looked behind in a daze, and then walked forward step by step Go, and lined up to the back of another line.

He followed the team numbly as he had repeated the process several times before, until some words reached his ears.

"...That's fine too."

"...Then swear, say that I was forced to, I will not be against Sachel now and in the future, I swear to all gods, I will never be against Sachel!"

He heard someone repeating with difficulty: "I, I was forced... I will not be an enemy of Sachel now, now and in the future. I swear, I swear to the beast god!"

Then he heard another voice, "Okay, grab your stuff, follow them, and get ready to go!"

Looking at the orcs who were grabbing other people's shoulders and stretching their necks and looking forward desperately, a werewolf said in a low voice, "Look at that."

"That's because you have never been a prisoner," Scar said.

You haven't done it either, the talking werewolf only dares to slander, he doesn't itch.

Boss looked at these scenes with a serious expression. A group of werewolves were standing outside the prisoner-of-war camp. One advantage of the barbed wire fence was that the line of sight was less obstructed, and they could clearly see all the processes of recording and releasing prisoners in the outer camp.This work led by humans and assisted by werewolves started from the day after the captives arrived in Sasheer, and has lasted for five days. Humans have released a total of more than 6000 captives. The ordinary orcs recruited by the strong beast army along the way , not even recruits; coolies, there are many overlaps with the former; servants and slaves of orc nobles, if you want, you can re-brand the slave mark; some young soldiers under the age of 13; and some women.

"Since they are all going to be released, why do you bring them back?" There are many werewolves who have questions like this, but a considerable part of the work of arranging captives relies on the assistance of humans. The part of the population they released was originally allocated to humans. They have the right to do whatever they want, even if someone is quite dissatisfied with it-

"Isn't that magician quite greedy? Back then, he couldn't eat even our old, weak, sick and disabled?" The commander behind Scar sneered, "Is he looking for trouble or just pretending?"

Scar didn't look back, but Boss frowned and shouted to the middle-aged commander: "Don't talk nonsense!"

The middle-aged commander raised his eyebrows, "It's you who should shut up, kid! When is it your turn to talk to me like that?"

"What do we have to do with the colony now, don't you think about the consequences?" Boss said.

"What are the consequences?" The commander let out a sigh, "I'm speaking on Sacher's territory, can he hear me too?"

"Of course he couldn't hear," Scar said. "I did."

Boss, who was about to say something, fell silent. The middle-aged commander wanted to defend himself, and Scar said: "If you remember me, Uke Lianshan, 'don't let me hear it a second time. '..." He turned his head, his eyes were cold, "If you can't even remember this, then go and herd the sheep."

The commander looked at him in disbelief, and Scar turned to Boss and said, "Give him three hundred sheep and a pasture."

"Is this a little less? I'll add a hundred too, patriarch." Boss said.

"What does this mean? You want to get rid of me?" The commander still couldn't believe it, but Perth had already signaled the werewolves behind to come and take him away. The commander—not anymore—woke up and struggled desperately Shouting, "Ska Nightmare, you bastard! How could you do this! How did you treat me like this?! How did you become the patriarch in the first place! This traitor, ungrateful scum! You... woo woo woo!"

The werewolf escorting him dug a handful of wet soil from the ground and filled it in for him.

"I've been bugging him," Scar said.

Perth was silent for a moment before whispering, "Me too."