The sky was just dawning.

There was a cry of crying inside the indigenous tribes, many houses had been swept away, the ground was in shambles, and there were many undried blood stains and corpses. The strong smell of blood attracted many dangerous beasts, but they were smart not to approach the village in front of them when they saw the village in front of them. Piles of hides, belongings, and swords were collected and placed in front of the chief's mansion in the center, along with a large number of gold and silver objects, which the natives liked to use to show their status.

The central clearing went up to the black and crushed the heads of a crowd.

All the weapons were confiscated, and the captive natives were all broken up into women, children, and adult men, and then all of them were tied with ropes and strung together one by one. There are basically not many old people among the natives, because the average life expectancy is less than forty years, so the vast majority of the natives are adults, and children who have passed the age of fourteen here are considered adults. Last night's battle hadn't forgotten them, and the bloodstains on the ground filled these natives with fear, especially when they looked at Sauron, as if they were looking at something very terrifying!

The battle ended soon after killing the spirit.

There were basically no surprises, ordinary indigenous warriors couldn't stop Sauron's attacks at all, and although he had only just reached the realm of high-level professionals, he was not unsure of the slightest against legendary creatures. The number of captives has not yet been counted, but the number of people should be eight or nine hundred, after all, the people who escaped last night are still a minority, and those Drow elf warriors quickly took control of the situation, after all, the Drow elves are also a race that relies on slaves very much.

"Sure enough!"

Sauron looked at the busy subordinates in front of him and said to himself, "The drow elves' ability to do things is indeed much stronger than that of pirates. ”

Whether it's discipline in battle, or the process of capturing slaves.

The Drow elven warriors are completely superior to Sauron's elite pirates, and the society of the drow elves is supported by slaves, so they are also very good at how to control slaves. However, the best at enslaving other races in the world is still the spirit sucking monsters, and that kind of creature is born to exist for the purpose of controlling other races. Drow elves are still good at the dark arts. However, for Sauron, their abilities are much better than those of pirates.

"Your Excellency!"

A one-eyed dragon pirate came to Sauron's face, leaned over slightly and said respectfully, "It's been counted." ”

Sauron glanced at him and asked, "What about the casualties?" ”

The one-eyed dragon turned his head to look behind him, his face was a little weak, and he whispered: "Twenty-six dead, forty-two injured, and the rest are basically minor injuries, and I have already given them a good time for those who can't be saved." ”

The casualties are so high?!

Sauron's face wasn't very good, and he turned to look at the Drow Elf. Darkblade-Andriy is gathering the corpses of his companions, and a total of three Drow Elven warriors have been killed, most of the others are wounded. The gap between the two is too far, this is the difference between discipline and undiscipline in battle, the pirate elite have died nearly thirty, if they are replaced by other pirates, I am afraid that the morale will collapse. Looking at the drow elves on the other hand, there were only three people dead, and only a dozen of them were wounded.

It looks like a large-scale battle. The pirates are really not very strong.

"Signal people to come!"

Sauron looked at the one-eyed dragon in front of him and commanded in a deep voice, "Bring these slaves back by boat, first the children and women, and then the adults." Ask someone from the camp to come and pick it up. If there is any abnormality, there will be no forgiveness! ”

The indigenous tribes did not have much wealth.

All the loot added up to the value of one or two hundred thousand kindlers, and this is still counting the fur goods they had accumulated, which had to be transported to the south coast before they could be exchanged for money, and here they were ordinary daily necessities. Most of the captive natives were ordinary people. But there are also a small number of professionals, and these people are strictly guarded, and the number is only about fifty or sixty. As for the original chieftains, the nobles and the top have long been slaughtered by Sauron.

These indigenous high-level people must not leave a single living mouth. You have to kill them all to be able to control them!

The pirates are getting busy.

One by one, the hideous-looking pirates kicked and kicked those natives slaves up, and many of their brothers had just died last night, and they naturally didn't have a good temper now, and Sauron didn't have much pity in his heart, but only warned them that they must not break the slaves, because these were important assets that he needed. Long ropes tied the wrists of the native slaves, and one by one they were pulled forward like cattle, and the ships were already docked in the river ahead, and the slaves would soon be transported back to the camp.

"Set fire!"

Sauron looked at the ruined village in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Burn it all down!" ”

A fire ignited.

Many of the natives wept as they saw it, and their former homeland was turned into a sea of fire, and now they had no place to live. Seeing the tribe completely reduced to ashes in the fire, many natives were so angry that they were angry, but more often their expressions gradually became numb, as if they had lost hope, and let the pirates control them and take them on the warship. They are homeless, the tribes have been wiped out, they are now slaves and goods, and they have no hope, no more options, and even the courage to resist.

A puff of smoke rose.

Sauron stared at the burning village in front of him, then turned to look at the groups of slaves tied up with ropes, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

He has finally gained a foothold in the overseas archipelago!

Having dealt with the indigenous tribe in front of him, this island is his territory, and unless he takes the initiative to provoke other indigenous tribes, the odds of them attacking Sauron will be greatly reduced. At this time, he finally had time to develop slowly, and the slaves of nearly 1,000 people also provided him with a large number of labor, and the progress of camp construction would be greatly accelerated.

"It's a pity that the farmland is cultivated."

Standing on the higher slopes, Sauron looked at the cultivated land near the tribe, and couldn't help but say with pity: "These cultivated fields are all cooked land after years of cultivation, and there are specially dug ditches, although the area is not very large, but it is quite valuable. It's a pity that the place where I developed is not here, and the river here is not very convenient to connect to the sea, so I have to give up all this cultivated land. ”

Arable land can be redeveloped.

However, the location of the natural harbor was difficult to change by manpower, and it was impossible for Sauron to change his plans for a little land.

The forces cannot be dispersed, because the overseas islands are dangerous!

……………… (To be continued......)