Chapter 49: Conservation
"What, you're a poor bastard and can't pay the ransom?" The chief waved his hand, "Drag it to the door and hang it, turn around and the corpse will be steamed and dried as food, and if there is more carrion that you can't eat, feed it to the crows!" β
In the several new tents in the lord's palace, there are a pile of grizzled adventurers of various professions, each of whom is firmly tied with ropes, and is called the "captive camp". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ info A couple of camel men walked in and quickly dragged out an adventurer dressed as a thief.
"Now we will need the twentieth wooden pole," the shaman commanded his soldiers to erect another torture rack, "hang, hang, see if you dare to invade our country again!" β
"You guys are so cruel!" An elderly priest in the prisoner camp shouted angrily, "Forget about hanging, why do you still eat corpses, you don't know how to respect the dead at all, it's really a man-eating demon!" β
"Ah, why can't you eat it?" The minotaur asked curiously.
"God teaches us that the dead should be laid to rest in the earth so that their souls may ascend to heaven and sleep in peace."
"So, have you never eaten an orc before?" Clark asked, "After the battle, also bury the corpses?" β
"It's different, there is a difference between man and beast......"
"Huh-" There was a collective snort from the tribe.
"Doesn't your god object to you eating orcs? Well, our ancestors also taught us that the best respect is to eat the enemy. The minotaur shook his axe, "It's a fool to have meat and not eat it, and it's a waste to bury it in the soil." β
"Captain, don't listen to their nonsense, in the time of the great famine, there are people eating people everywhere." "When I was a child, I was caught by a group of hungry people, and they said that my body was tender, and my bones melted when cooked, and the taste was the most delicious. β
"I like to cook Jiaoer and rotten bones, I like to cook a pot full of fragrant, I can't eat human flesh, this thing should be called a two-legged sheep." Xiao You walked over, "In the year of natural disasters and famines, there is no harvest, and miserable civilians often have to exchange each other's children for food in order to survive. Among human flesh, children's flesh and bones are tender and the most superior; The quality of the woman's meat is also good, comparable to yokan; The worst thin people and old men, with fishy and tough flesh, have to pay a lot of firewood. β
"Quack, it turns out that there are so many exquisiteness in eating human flesh, and there are so many levels." The crow flutters its wings in the air curiously.
"Nonsense, you guy who only knows how to eat carrion, where do you know all this food knowledge?" Xiao You coughed, "There is an even more magical place about human flesh, it is said that there is a bald head that cultivates all year round, and if you eat a piece of his meat, you can live forever." β
"But this man clearly said that he was willing to exchange ten years of hard labor for his life, which is the usual treatment of prisoners of war in mainland countries," the old priest still did not give up his efforts, "since you agree with many people to use this method to redeem their lives, why do you refuse to let him go?" β
"What kind of prisoner of war treatment did you talk about at this time, why did you go earlier?" The half-elf sneered, "You shouted the slogan of eradicating evil when you came to the door, but what kind of diplomatic negotiations did you have with us first?" None of the prisoners who have declared war have ...... human rights"
"No beast rights!" The minotaur corrected.
"In fact, adventurers are generally private in their missions." Xiao You sighed, "When you kill someone else's house, it is completely righteous for the master to take self-defense actions." β
"Yes, yes," the shaman nodded repeatedly, "we have built our country here well, and we have never provoked anyone, since you have come to burn and loot for no reason, you must have the consciousness to accept any means of punishment." β
Since the last time the Cocoon Mage was wiped out with a group of adventurers, the Minotaur's reputation for cruelty and murder has spread. In order to destroy this evil territory, avenge the dead, and rescue the two captives, friends and family organized new adventure parties, resulting in a new batch of captives for the principality. Because the ransom amount set by the half-elves was too high, the captives' families and countries felt that it was shameless to pay a huge sum of money to the orc tribe, and once again formed a new rescue team to come to the expedition, and most of them were captured again...... In this way, the captives and rescue teams snowballed in size.
The fame also had other effects, and many orc mercenaries who were in a terrible situation also came to defect to the Minotaur chief these days, so the population and strength of the Duchy of Clark increased further. A few of them seemed to have come to go undercover, but after following the shaman for a totem worship, they were immediately summoned to the warm embrace of their ancestors and told them all about their attack plan.
"Quack," the crow hissed vigorously in the air, "hurry up and hang this thief!" I've brought many friends with me, barren owls, gloomy vultures, and pale skuas, all waiting to eat carrion! β
"As a dove of peace, isn't it good for you to hang people in front of me?" The dragon suddenly opened his eyes and spoke.
In these days of fighting, this dragon has indeed behaved very peace-loving, not only has it never cast any dragon breath spit, dragon power shock, talent spells, but even tooth bite, claw flutter, tail sweep, crushing and other combat actions have not been put on one, and the half-elf even suspects that it is a dove that has been cast with a transformation spell. However, it is more than happy to play the role of a meat shield and a trench, as long as it is to protect its companions, no matter how many attacks it endures, it has no complaints.
"Put him down first," waved the chief, "and then when the pigeon is asleep, we will hang him, so that he will not be disturbed." β
"Noble and great dragon, please save me." The thieves wailed incessantly.
"Thank you so much for thinking of me," the dragon nodded, "I try to fall asleep early, out of sight is clear, and it is none of my business what you do." β
"Why do you have to hang me, can't I be willing to be a laborer for the rest of my life?" The thief trembled and prayed.
"Well, you can only blame yourself for being in the chaos camp." The minotaur shook his axe, "Like those knights, paladins, rangers, priests, etc., etc., we can trust those who have a strong faith and sense of honor in their own family, country, or gods, as long as they swear in the name of the person they serve." β
"And you thieves, assassins, snipers, wandering poets, etc., etc., are capricious and unpredictable, and swearing is like a fart," said the half-elf triumphantly, "It is too much trouble to deal with you, so it is better to kill them all." β
"Aren't you minotaurs also chaotic and evil, why do you do this to us who also love freedom?" The thief howled mournfully.
"For hard labor, a slave with a mindset of order is certainly more trustworthy than a slave with a tendency to disorder." The minotaur replied expressionlessly.
"Then I can join your tribe, okay?"
"We should make it clear when we come over, not after we become captive," the half-elf refused, "Now you can pay the ransom first." However, if you can really pay the ransom, we won't hang you, and we will just let you go. β
"The pigeon seems to be asleep again, so let's do it." The chieftain gave the order.
"Chief Chief, please don't do it yet, there is a better way to use these captives." A hoarse voice came from outside the lord's mansion.
"Hey, this voice sounds familiar," the half-elf frowned and thought for a moment, "By the way, it's the first * enthusiast to invade the principality, what is the necromancer who 'can'. β
"Friends, please put away your weapons, I'm here to join you," the black-robed mage who stepped through the door struggled to let out a burst of laughter that was worse than crying, "I think my addition can add a very useful mage power to your tribe." β
"Why don't you go to assist your Purple Prince, what are you doing here?" Olipas stared at him sternly, "I suspect you're undercover, come on, let's strip him naked and search him first!" β
"Don't do it, don't do it," the mage hurriedly shook his hand, "It's because you turned the Purple Prince into an idiot last time that I can't stay in his kingdom anymore. β
"Hey, that spell that turns people into idiots is clearly from your masochist elves, and it has nothing to do with us." The half-elf immediately picked out the fault in his words.
"It's all the same anyway," the necromancer sighed, "and when we returned home, we were caught up in the death of the old king, because the purple prince had become an idiot, and the throne had fallen to his distant cousin. When we cured the Purple Prince, the political situation could not be changed, and the new king sent an army to chase us down in order to eliminate the troubles, and in the melee, the Purple Prince and I were separated. β
"So you're using us as a refuge?" The shaman understood, "Did you bring some treasure as a gift of service?" First of all, it is not allowed to use the bonds issued by the country to make up the amount. β
"What did you mean by saying let's not hang this thief yet?" The Minotaur asked.
"Chieftain, in the Necromantic Creation Technique, there is a way to create '* corpse spirits', which can completely retain the knowledge and mind of the deceased before death, which is much more clever than those zombie skeletons that rely on instinct to act," the black robe hurriedly poured out the treasure, "and the corpse spirits created are completely loyal to their masters, and there is no need to worry about their betrayal." If we turn some of our best adventurers into corpses, we immediately have a team of die-hard fighters. β
"There is such a good way to make them, so why haven't zombie skeletons been eliminated yet?"
"*Although the technique retains all of its abilities, it is also very expensive to manufacture, and each corpse needs to cost at least three magic crystals as a control hub," the necromancer explained, "so it is only valuable to use powerful warriors as a raw material for crafting." Chief, the people who have come to conquer you are all good level adventurers, and it would be nice if these people were all in the service of the tribe. β
"Sounds good," the chief nodded in satisfaction, "then, whatever is supposed to be hanged, you should be taken and killed." β
"Thank you very much, Chief, I and a few of my apprentices also need a large room to serve as a laboratory."
"You go to a deeper place in the underground tunnel, just find a random location." Olipas was not impressed by the smell of necromancy, "Also, you need to find a way to get the magic crystals and all the materials you need for your experiments, and the treasury will not provide them to you." β
Watching the necromancer and his apprentice burrow into the ground, the half-elf suddenly remembered something, and came over to ask Xiao You again, "Xiao You, where can I find the kind of bald head that you said can live forever after eating?" β
"Don't be delusional," the minotaur shook his head, "and there is usually a very vicious and cruel monkey next to this kind of bald head, which is not so easy to attack. β
"You meanβ" Oripas' eyes lit up, "catch a bald head and get a monkey brain with it?" β
"It's getting more and more like a monster nest," Xiao Yu sighed and walked away, "Whole grains are the best way to feed people, better than anything else." β
"Brother, you have given them advice these days and eliminated waves of adventure teams, what is the deep meaning of it?"
"When a grassland fire starts, it is out of control, and trying to extinguish it is often counterproductive. Therefore, after the late autumn, the herdsmen will burn the grass in advance and burn out the fire isolation belts," Xiao You knocked on the crystal ball, "Don't look at them now full of red light and vigorous qi, as long as they waste their national fortune in unnecessary aspects, when they really need to prosper, they will find that the gas is not enough at all." β
"Well, brother, you go on." Xiaoxing looked at his brother with adoring eyes.
"They are now entering a period of rapid development, and they will naturally make enemies on all sides; With a swelling population, there will naturally be a shortage of spending; When there are many good players, it will naturally be mixed. Xiao You said slowly, "The tribal culture is only to watch the sky and eat to get by, there is no far-sighted long-term planning, only the superficial management of sheep herding stalls, there is no huge and delicate bureaucratic machine, only the absolute authority of the chief shaman, there is no long-term regulation of the establishment of rules and regulations, when their scale is getting bigger and bigger, the composition is getting more and more mixed, there are more and more speculators, there is no way to deal with a huge amount of affairs, the slave and oppressed hard labor and the people are constantly resisting, and the allies with different ambitions are ready to move. Tribes naturally tend to fall apart from within. β
"We often say that character is conserved, and that's the truth." The two agreed, "It is indeed a blessing to go out to pick up money, but it also consumes character." Drinking cold water and plugging your teeth, it looks unlucky, but in fact, it is also accumulating character. β
"So in this life, although I have received countless good person cards, I will definitely be a playboy with constant charm in the next life." Xiao Yu suddenly clicked and laughed proudly.
"Brother, I'm afraid that you have cast the wrong baby, the so-called wind and rhyme is actually a pair of jade arms and thousands of pillows, and a little red lips and ten thousand people taste it."
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