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Not long after, the last strong orc was also killed by the heavy infantry of the guards, and the other orcs were quickly defeated and lost their fighting spirit.

Those who were still alive were captured one after another.

At this time, Mai Lan leaned close to Simon and said, "Sir, we have captured the priest of the dog-headed man, over there."

"Keep him under guard and don't let him talk nonsense. The same goes for other dog-headed men. Don't let them pass through the hands of mercenaries."

Simon immediately ordered quietly.

"Yes! Sir! Leave it to me!" Mai Lan nodded and went to do the work.

After a while, the battlefield was cleaned up.

In this battle, more than 900 orcs of various kinds were killed and more than 100 were captured.

There were 11 strong orcs in total, all of whom were killed.

In addition, the weapons and armor of the orcs were all collected by the patrol soldiers.

Even the armor of some fallen mercenaries was looted.

After all, the mercenary group suffered heavy casualties. At this time, there were only more than 300 people left, and nearly half of them were killed in the battle.

And Simon's soldiers did not lose any.

They were weak now and did not dare to raise any objections.

After the mercenaries were excited, they came to their senses and felt a little uneasy.

If this baron was not a good guy, even if they were all killed, there would be no evidence.

Simon really had this idea in his mind, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

Among the mercenary leaders, there was a tracking master named Villette, who was very capable, and he wanted to recruit him.

After thinking about it, Simon turned his attention to the orc captives.

Needless to say, the dog-headed men were all guarded by the guards alone, and the others were jackals, sheep-headed men and minotaurs.

He was more interested in the minotaurs, not many, only three, each with injuries and blood gushing from the wounds.

They all looked very miserable, and the most majestic one had half of its horn broken.

Simon walked over and looked them up and down. The minotaur also looked up at him, with fear, confusion and weakness in his eyes.

Among the three minotaurs, there was another female, who looked a little smaller and suffered much less injuries.

At this time, she also looked at Simon, with a pitiful look of begging in her eyes.

Minotaur is so big and strong, if it can be tamed, it feels quite useful.

Simon immediately stretched out his hand to cast a healing spell, giving them three, two shots each.

Suddenly, the wounds on the minotaurs slowly healed and scabbed, and the blood stopped flowing.

They all looked at Simon, their eyes looked a little dull, but a little brighter, not as lifeless as before.

"Do you understand the Kingdom language?

If you are willing to be my slaves, I will not kill you, and I will also be responsible for your daily meals." Simon tried.

The minotaurs knew he was talking, but after looking at each other, they were full of confusion and did not respond.

Obviously they did not understand the Kingdom language.

"Baron, I have been in the slave-hunting team for a few years. I know a little bit of the orc language. Maybe I can try to translate."

At this time, a short but sturdy mercenary came over with a smile on his face, stood a little further away and saluted respectfully.

Simon glanced at him and smiled faintly: "Come closer and tell them what I just said."

"Yes! The meaning may not be exactly the same, but it is roughly the same. Please don't blame me..."

"No problem, just say it."

Simon said casually. Anyway, it was just a casual move, and it didn't matter whether it worked or not.

"Yes! Sir!" Hearing this, the mercenary immediately began to communicate with the minotaurs in a strange pronunciation.

After a while, the minotaurs nodded one after another, as if they had confirmed something.

"Sir! They agree to be your slaves.

But there is a request, saying that you should not let the army kill minotaurs in the future.

If you can agree, they are willing to serve you, just like they followed the Uruk-Octos before."

The mercenary said with some congratulations on his face.

"Really? Hey, it's easy, agree to them.

Ask them again, do they know where other minotaurs are?" Simon said with a happy face.

"Yes!" The mercenary responded and immediately began to ask questions.

"Sir! They said they don't know. There is only one minotaurs tribe nearby, and they all followed the Uruk-Octos before.

Now there are only these three left.

The reproduction ability of minotaurs is relatively poor, and they eat a lot. It seems that their number is getting smaller and smaller..."

The mercenary respectfully reported to Simon, and also talked about some of the advantages and disadvantages of minotaurs.

"Hey, you are really a talent, you know a lot, what is your name?" Simon nodded thoughtfully and agreed.

"My Lord, my name is Jerry, a freeman from the Forest Valley." The man said with a smile on his face.

"Are you willing to work for me?" Simon said with a faint smile.

"It's my honor! My Lord!"

"Okay, I'll arrange a position for you when we return to the castle. Whether you can be a knight depends on your subsequent performance."

Simon said with a faint smile, and casually drew a big pie for him.

"Yes! My Lord! I will definitely do it for you..." Jerry immediately expressed his loyalty.

After this, his name appeared in the team column, and his loyalty was 90, which was not bad, but it needed time to settle.

According to him, the Tauren has many advantages. They are tall and strong, have strong strength, and are relatively docile.

But the disadvantages are also obvious. First of all, they eat a lot. Although simply eating grass is also possible, it takes most of the day to eat.

In addition, they are relatively bulky, slow in movement, and have poor endurance, which is much worse than the orc races such as the dog-headed man...

After comprehensive consideration, the position of the tauren in the slave market is quite embarrassing. They are tasteless to eat and a pity to abandon.

They are not very suitable for farming and mining. Because they eat a lot and take a long time to eat, they are not qualified as coolies.

Occasionally, they are OK to move large items.

However, the average height of the tauren is 2.5 to 3 meters, which does look oppressive.

They look good in the army.

However, their number is a bit small and they cannot form a scale.

If they are not equipped with armor, they will soon be stabbed to death by the spears of the enemy soldiers, which will not have much impact on the battle situation.

If they are equipped with armor, they can probably be transformed into human tanks, and their power cannot be underestimated.

But in addition to the trust issue, how long will it take to make a special iron armor for a tauren?

Moreover, the materials used can make many sets of heavy armor.

This is a question of cost-effectiveness. If it is really feasible, the great nobles of the Eagle Kingdom should have raised minotaurs in an organized manner long ago.

However, Simon has a panel, and the most important loyalty has been solved.

As for the equipment of the minotaurs, he can slowly get it in the future.

Simon thought so, in fact, he didn't pay much attention to them in his heart, but he could keep them, maybe he would need them someday.

After all, minotaurs can survive by eating grass, and the cost of maintaining life is not high.

"Kill all the jackals, and take the sheep-headed people back to work as coolies."

Simon glanced at the other orcs and ordered in a low voice.

"Yes!" Manfred beside him responded, and he and the soldiers drew their knives and went to deal with it.

Gnolls can't be used as slaves. They are fierce by nature and emotionally unstable.

Even if they are caught and trained to be docile for a while, they may still attack and hurt people at any time.