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Scar saw them too.

Until the group of orcs were brought before him, Mona bowed to him with a restrained expression, Scar narrowed his eyes, his gaze slowly swept from one side to the other, and in the silence, he asked, "What happened? "

There was still a moment of silence.

"Patriarch Scar Nightmare, it is said that you have formed an alliance with the two tribes of Hekel and Kanlar? Is this true?" Someone finally spoke eagerly.

The morning sun made Scarl's long fur shine brightly. He held a long-brimmed straw hat with one hand on his hips, with a nonchalant expression on his face, "That's right."

Their vibrating expressions seemed to amuse him, Scar laughed, "Did you just know now?"

A burly-looking orc exclaimed, "No one told us!"

"Well, you know now." Scar said coldly.

These tribal leaders looked at each other, and after another period of silence, an elderly elder asked: "Patriarch Sachel, the grasslands and mountains know your bravery and wisdom..."

Scar looked at him sarcastically.

"...Is the covenant for Sacher limited to these two tribes?"

They waited anxiously until Scar said, unhurriedly, "No. Of course not."

Scar was surrounded by the crowd and left. Only a few orcs who had been buried in the harvest raised their heads, and quickly lowered their heads, focusing on their work.The high-intensity work for several days left them no more energy to pay attention to unnecessary changes. These orcs who seemed to have identities had nothing to do with them in the first place, and the real thing was only the present.

Agricultural labor is very hard no matter which world it is in. Sunny days are suitable for grand gatherings and harvests, but it does not make people who work on the land feel comfortable.Before being imprisoned in the prisoner-of-war camp, most of the orcs working here had no experience in growing crops, but now, these people already think that they are not inferior to farmers in the human realm even if they use farm tools. As for the humans who watch over them and teach them these tricks... well, they are not a species at all from the humans they know!It was precisely because of the strict and effective control of those humans that the prisoner-of-war camp calmed down after the restlessness after the lion clan led the crowd to flee, and accepted the life of working hard for these humans and werewolves.

This is not just because the desperate war still suppresses their spirits like a nightmare. The means by which humans control them is powerful even in the eyes of the most dull orcs. Their barracks, their superiors with different faces and ears, drove their beasts more powerfully than any chief the orcs had ever experienced.Moreover, these humans actually participated in the labor, and in many cases even did more than them. Every time the results were counted and compared, these orcs who gradually recovered their spirits repeatedly felt the huge gap between them.

Going out early and returning late every day, repeating the monotonous reclamation of wasteland and field work, food and rest are restricted, and the hard work of a month is even better than the sum of the previous year or even several years of these orcs, except for the very few who once had status. The remaining orcs did not consider themselves enslaved.All of this is voluntary, and it didn't take long for those who were unwilling to work hard to succumb. Human beings only provide them with the minimum amount of food. Do not eat."But for those who are weak and sick, they have provided good care. Cool medicines have been very effective in avoiding some tragic deaths. Some people help these wounded and sick to clean their bodies regularly, and the work assigned is also within their reach. within the limits.Bullying will not be tolerated.Disputes will be resolved as fairly as possible when first discovered.The caretakers ate the same food and worked the same as they did.All positive behavior is encouraged and rewarded.

Just like what they are harvesting now, human beings compare their best daily results with them, and after a compromise, they are divided into positive, good, average and lazy boundaries. After measuring and weighing, the rewards for the top three are accumulated. Those who are active can get the same abundant food as the eve of the harvest, those who are good are slightly inferior, and generally the same as before, and the rations of the lazy will be reduced.I don't know if it's because of the tolerance of humans or the stimulation of prizes, but since the harvest began, none of the orc captives has been considered lazy.

And this harvest also greatly stimulated these captive orcs. They didn't understand the species and management, and the harvested quantity completely violated their common sense. Even seeing them every day could not make them numb.There have been rumors that this is due to the land being enchanted by human gifted beings, and most orcs believe it.

On the way back, Scar didn't mention the specific harvest of these lands. The tribal leaders kept talking about it, but Scar didn't get any response. , and could only get the surprised look of that immature centurion.It was an ordeal, but they never moved on to something else that really mattered.

The road is not a solemn occasion, nor is it a place where people can weigh the pros and cons and unite.

When they returned to the second floor of the building, Scar did not stop, but went straight to the stairs leading to a higher place. The tribal leaders followed him all the way up to a wooden door on the highest floor Before, a brunette woman standing by the door opened the door for them with a smile, and everyone entered the spacious and bright main hall.A huge long table is located in the center, and wooden chairs with glossy varnish are arranged on both sides. Scar walked towards the main seat, and the tribal leaders also looked for their own seats. In the somewhat chaotic row, the other part The tribal leader who was notified also came, and the main hall became crowded. Some orcs could only stand behind others, and everyone was looking at Scar Nightmare at the other end.

Centurion Mona put the honey water that Wells instructed him to prepare in front of Scar, and of course only cold water was given to the others, and only the one on the chair.

Scar put down his large clay cup.

"Under this table, there was the body of a guy named Dardawin." He said calmly, "And then you all saw it."

The tribal chiefs, who were exchanging glances and gestures, stopped their movements.Just like the power talents in the human country, few people in the orc empire called those powerful shamans by their real names. It took a while for someone to show a frightened expression.

Scar put one elbow on the table, lowered his shoulders, and leaned slightly forward. He said in an almost contemptuous manner: "I welcome all tribes who are willing to be friendly, because you have nothing to fear."

No one expressed dissatisfaction with this sentence, they just moved their bodies uneasily in their seats.

"Because of this, I also give you the right to choose." Scar said, "We are here. The alliance will not change us, it will only change you. And no matter how you choose...our steps will not any changes."

He leaned his body back on the back of the chair, and a white werewolf came out from the side door, holding stacks of snow-white papers in his hands.

"Respected leaders of all ethnic groups." After greeting Ska, he said with a smile, "Hekel and Kanlar have indeed made a covenant with us. This is what they agreed with us—" He looked down Starting from the paper in his hand, he read slowly, "'Beast gods are above, ancestor spirits are above, I, Aquinas Broken Blade, represent all the old and young of the Hekel tribe, and all the times that can be seen in this life, the Hekel tribe and Sasheer and his allies have established a good relationship together, looking forward to each other's offense and defense, no restrictions on transactions, no blockage of circulation, and no evil deeds that damage the interests of the alliance. If we betray, we are willing to bear all consequences.'. The Kanlar tribe and such same."

He stopped and looked at the crowd.

The tribal chiefs, listening breathlessly, stared at him.Of course, it’s not because there is anything out of the ordinary about the content of this covenant, but because its content is unbelievably loose. Even if there is the last sentence “willing to bear all the consequences”, without any specific punishment measures is almost equal to no binding force. But if Sasheer "has the ability to punish this in any way"... Of course, the Hekel tribe is only separated from the Sashere by a big river, and it is a big river that has been bridged, but the Kanlar tribe and the Sashere The territory of more than one tribe in the middle.

"Friendship and loyalty can only be proved by time." Boss said, "We don't need to force our allies to show strength, but..." He glanced at the silent Patriarch Huckle and Kanral at the far end of the long table , "In order to express greater sincerity and strengthen the relationship between allies, Hekel and Kanlar both decided to send teams of more than 50 people to Sasheer to exchange combat skills. At the same time, we will also open some The art of man, our instructors are ready for any determined apprentice, if you will."

Boss handed the papers in his hand to Mona, and when the centurion distributed them to the leaders one by one, he said: "Everyone has enough time to think about it. To be able to bring it back to the Horde until the next time someone asks you to choose a side. Any time you have made a decision, just bring this covenant to us and press your thumbprint. If it is another It’s okay to choose.”

He grinned. "We welcome all friendly tribes, and... any tribe that is willing to show us unfriendly."

He bowed slightly to Scar Nightmare, then stepped aside.

Scar asked, "Any other questions?"

No more.

So Ska left the place, followed by the patriarchs of Huckle and Kanlar, leaving behind a group of quarreling tribal chiefs.

Boss walked up to Weiers by the door. The tall brown-haired woman turned her head slightly and showed him the folder in her hand. On the white paper in the middle was a pen sketch. Although many details were not reflected, the composition was accurate. Accurately grasping the different postures of different subjects at the most obvious moment of the confrontation in the meeting just now, Boss also noticed the briefing of the meeting on the other side. When creating, she had already completed her duties.

Although there is not much that needs to be recorded by her.

Amidst the subdued and heated arguments behind him, Boss asked, "You did a good job. Is it finished?"

"It's just a draft." Wells said with a smile, "To turn it into a real painting, I still need some paint and time, change to a bigger and tougher canvas, and maybe consult an old stonemason .”

Boss nodded, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "You're very talented...I don't just mean that." He looked at her, "And I never discovered it."

"When it comes to survival, those trivial skills are worthless." Wells said, she looked at Boss with a smile, "Today is a good day, I am very glad that we can talk normally again, and you... can finally face up to I."

There was an awkward silence, perhaps only for Perth.

"Your transformation...is amazing." In the end, that's all Boss could say.

Wells recalled softly, "Yes, at that time, I never imagined such a future."

When she was "him", because he never had intercourse with the designated female slave, the master who annoyed that he was not fertile decided to castrate him. At that moment, it was the werewolf in front of them who stopped them.

"Stop it. He's a man, not an animal."

"He is a slave I bought!"

"The pharmacist doesn't allow this kind of thing..." the white werewolf said calmly, "I'll give you one of my knives, and ten black cows and ten sheep. Replace him."

"He's a particularly capable slave—"

"Control your greed," Boss whispered, "or do you want to fight me over such a trivial matter?"

Then those werewolves left.Perth walked past him. "Stand up, slave."

He stood up and followed behind him.

Perth worshiped his patriarch and did everything himself, rarely needing the service of slaves.He became his shepherd, then took care of a larger number of livestock for him, and two years later he was sent to a human colony as part of a deal between Patriarch Sacher and the Far East magician.

A black-haired young man as handsome as a god found him from the crowd, and then he saw that one.

The pain of the past is finally over.

"But... why?" Perth asked.

Weiers lowered her head and smiled for a while, then she raised her head and winked at him: "It's just a choice. My body feels like this will make me better."

Then they talked about some work matters. After the operator, Captain Fan Tianlan and others returned to the settlement, Wells took charge of most of the specific management affairs on this side, collecting, counting and analyzing various data. What she and her team are good at, and for those foreign orcs, just relying on daily observations, they can obtain a lot of information that they may not be able to discover by themselves.

In Wells' folder was a list, many of the names on which had already been categorized.

The turmoil in the conference hall did not last too long, and the focus of the question was not whether to form an alliance with Sacher, and such a loose alliance, the demonstration of Hekel and Kanlar's "voluntary" is the benefit and where the risks lie.Some tribal leaders left the meeting hall with the covenant book in their faces, and many more stayed behind.

Wells smiled slightly at Boss.