When the last goblin who struggled to stand up was beaten into a sieve, and when there was no longer resistance at the scene, Marceau drove his horse to the rear of the steppe elves' troops, and Marceau did not feel the old horse frightened when the gunfire was just fired, this should be an old horse that has retired from the army.

"Well done, old fellow. Patting the horse on the neck, Marceau pulled a carrot from the horse's side pocket and stuffed it as a snack, then jumped off the horse and walked to Young's side.

"Marceau, do you see, I heard that the big goblins also used to have civilization and used alchemy props, but now, they don't have any signs of civilization at all except for being able to speak. Yang pointed to the many corpses lying not far away: "Sometimes I feel that history is always so cold. ”

"Because history doesn't look the other way at us, my fellow citizens, because we were weak. A strange steppe elf NPC chimed in.

"We have given them a chance, surrender and become our slaves, and work for ten years to give their descendants the status of free people, you may think we are cruel, but my countrymen, have you ever thought what would happen if we failed? Another steppe elf NPC said with a stern face.

"The final destination, I'm afraid it's all in the pot. Marceau replied with a smile instead of Yang.

So a group of steppe elves, both NPCs and players, laughed.

"yes, so in order to keep us and our descendants from entering the pot, we had to kill them first. A steppe elf NPC smiled reasonably.

"A thousand years ago, the Xie swore that from that day on, no mongrel would ever be able to put us and our descendants in the pot. A pointy-eared steppe elf player calmly loaded his gun with bullets.

"It's the same with our ears, and there are no crumbs that can use us and our descendants as food and playthings, and if some of them don't understand human speech, we will teach them what retribution is with bullets and bayonets. "A square-eared prairie elf player with his double-barreled shotgun.

Marceau shrugged his shoulders - yes. Whether it is the steppe elves in this world, or the real Telshan and Galol, these little things have the experience of being slaves, and the most tragic thing is that during the wandering years of Telshan and the Galol, a large number of cubs in the nursery ship were captured by pirates, or sold as pets to foreigners. Or it was sold as an ingredient to foreigners.

At the end of the primitive era of earth civilization, in the 21st century AD, a novelist named Liu Cixin once proposed the law of the dark forest, although it seems that there are many contents that cannot withstand scrutiny, but for the Tershan and Galol people in the wandering era, 'If the universe is compared to a forest, in this forest, others are hell. ’

The Tershans and the Garolians were enslaved and slaughtered. Being cooked...... For cubs, being a pet is sometimes a luxury, and more often than not, they die in a pirate attack, or are captured by pirates, and then sold to a race that eats them, or cooked, or become a breeder.

Eventually, the last conservation fleet of the Tershan people met the House of Lonci, at the same time. The Garolians also met their benefactor. Having lost their last supply ships, the Telshans and Galores chose to surrender to their benefactors, as long as they could keep their cubs alive. Even if you become a slave, you don't hesitate to do it.

However, the benefactors gave these poor people a choice - to join a new extended family and serve the Lonhi family, either to become freemen, or to leave freely.

So, the survivors who had dried up their tears chose the former in the cry. Over the next millennium, the vengeful fleet of the Galor and the Terzans swept through every cannibal realm, and to this day, the history museum of the Terzans and the Galols preserves the last of each cannibal species, the young children of the eccentric cannibal race soaked in embalming fluid, and the silent reality tells every visitor that every race will pay for what they have done.

"We prairie elves never eat other people's children. Because we are the bearers of civilization first and vengeful demons second, and the goblins did raid our villages and kill innocent cubs when they were in power, but today we are only starving people who can't even feed the grassroots...... At the very least, we have to face up to the choices they made for the sake of future generations, and enough, children, give the last dignity to these dead who are willing to fight for their children. The priest came and said, his words giving the best note on the subject.

"To the nameless, to the brave. Acknowledging Mr. Priest's words, Marceau nodded at Mr. Priest.

"To the nameless, to the brave. "The steppe elf NPCs and players also followed.

"To the Anonymous, to the brave, your name is Marceau, right? Mr. Priest glanced at Marceau, and then asked.

"Yes. Marceau nodded.

"Remember Anta, Anta Lawrence, last month, a group of children were sent to Stream City to attend seminary because of their excellent qualifications, and this child was one of them, and she talked about you when she was playing with her peers, and as a caregiver of those children, I had the privilege of hearing her story, you and your companions did a great job, I should thank you, Marceau, if the strangers were like you and your companions, I think the world would be a lot quieter. At this point, the priestess patted the kitten on the shoulder, "By the way, kitten, let's go and hear what the other group of goblins has to say, I think these fellows are willing to watch their companions die...... It is also forced by life. ”

"Okay. ”

So the steppe elves walked forward for some distance, and then Mr. Priest took Marceau and a small group of steppe elf mages and priests twenty steps forward, and Mr. Priest stepped out as usual: "Great goblins, what do you want to do?" ”

"We chose to surrender and become your slaves and work for you for ten years...... I've heard that in this way, our cubs will at least be fed, and we will be able to make them a free generation at the cost of that...... Really?" the goblin, called Kaishan, by the bear goblin, threw his long knife at Mr. Priest. The weapon ended up landing in the open space between the two sides.

"Yes, hard work for survival, depravity and embrace death, this sentence is valid for both you and the kobold tribes who have been seduced by chaos and evil. Mr. Priest nodded, "If you do want to surrender, take us to your tribe." In the name of the Anonymous Clan, as long as you sincerely choose to surrender, then no one will shed blood for this today. ”

With Mr. Priest's last words, the goblins all chose to drop their weapons, and they lined up and crouched on the side of the road at the orders of the steppe elves, until the caravan behind them heard the news.

"There were so many emergencies today that I really couldn't react. As soon as Wachik got off his horse, he sighed at Mr. Priest.

"I think you'll get used to it. Mr. Wachick, these goblins have surrendered to us, and out of promise we will take them to Provence, where they will be taken over by the caravan of the steppe elves, and the adults of them will take part in the construction of the caravan after washing themselves, and atoning for their past and the future of their descendants with heavy labor. "That is why I don't want the big men in your caravan to beat or kill these surrendered goblins," said the priest. Because they are fundamentally the private property of the steppe elf merchant group. ”

"Okay. I'll tell my fellows that while our relationship with the goblins can only be described as wishing they were dead, at least we won't harm the personal belongings of our steppe elf allies. ”

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Wachik. ”

"You're welcome. ”

When the merchant and priest had finished their conversation, Marceau turned to the Kaishan and asked a question in lingua franca, "Hey." Goblins, how did you know that surrendering to the steppe elves would give you a glimmer of life? ”

These 'wild' goblins are basically the remnants of the evil camp, and they are afraid of the 'alchemy sticks' in the hands of the steppe elves, but no one seems to have taught them to surrender to save the lives of their families.

"My father...... is a runaway slave. The guy named Kaishan took one look at the kitten cub and finally chose to tell the truth: "He was once caught by the steppe elves." Surrender saved his life, but he eventually couldn't stand the stress of heavy work and ran away...... He didn't kill the Administrator, because he said that if he simply escaped, then even if he was captured, he would only be whipped, and if he killed the prairie elves, he would definitely be killed. ”

“…… So you choose to surrender. Marceau nodded, this statement is indeed not wrong, the steppe elves are not the kind of race that thirsty for killing, if the big goblin slaves escape, as long as they do not hurt the innocent, at most they will eat a beating, sometimes the steppe elves don't even bother to catch these slaves, because these guys will be very wise to stay away from the steppe elves after they escape.

"Yes, but many people don't think it's a good way to surrender, they still live a good life with what they have stolen......" At this, Kaishan lowered his head and sighed: "But the story I heard from my father tells me that it would be a better way out for our descendants to become free people recognized by the steppe elves." ”

"Maybe that means your descendants will always be stupid big ones in the eyes of the steppe elves, and they will hand over the dirty work and tiring work to your descendants. Marceau said maliciously, he wanted to see what the goblin was thinking.

"Over the years, I have inquired about the captive humans, and they say that after the kobolds and our goblins became free people, they lived well in the north, and we could make money by joining the army, and we could also earn money by using our strength...... I don't want my children to live like I do. As he said this, Kaishan's lingua franca stuttered a little, and it was clear that the goblin's language skills did not support his idea.

“…… I swear you won't regret your choice. Marceau nodded: "There is a proverb in the Tang people that 'those who know practice are handsome', I want to say...... Welcome to the civilized world, work hard, tell your children that as long as they learn to live in peace with different races, work and earn gold coins, life may be hard, but at least it will be more stable. ”

“…… Hopefully, so. After Kaishan finished speaking, he grinned very humanly.

"Good luck. ”

"Good luck. ”

Marceau nodded, and then returned to Yang's side, Anne was also there, and the little girl looked at Marceau and asked, "What did you say to him?" ”

He encouraged him in the hope that these goblins and their descendants would learn to live in peace with us. Marceau told Anne about the conversation.

“…… Hopefully they will learn this. Anne looked at the goblins with a look of approval.

"Reality will tell them, 'Strive for survival, fall and embrace death.' It's not an adjective, it's a verb. Yang added. (To be continued......)