When we returned to the dwarven camp, we found that there were already quite a few dwarven soldiers and dark elf archers waiting for us in the small canyon. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info and as soon as we reached the wall, the gate opened, and as soon as we entered, we happened to see the blacksmith uncle.

"Uncle Blacksmith, what are you doing here?" I asked, looking at Uncle Blacksmith suspiciously.

"Haha, I forgot to tell you, today is the day when those ogres are coming to attack, and we are all here to prepare for defense!" The blacksmith said.

"Ogre going to attack? How do you know that? I asked, confused.

"It's not easy, when the day comes, those ogres will send troops to attack other races nearby, and we're used to it!" The blacksmith said. "Seeing that you are running back in such a hurry, most likely you have met those ogres."

"Yes, we found nearly 10,000 ogres gathered in the ogre's territory, and we ran back directly." I said.

"Nearly 10,000, it's really the same routine!" The blacksmith smiled when he heard me.

"Hungry, Uncle Blacksmith, aren't you worried? You know, that's nearly 10,000! You dwarves should have less than 5,000 people here, right? ”

"Hehe, although we don't have many dwarves, we still have allies! Don't you think the Dark Elves are here too? There are a few other races as well. Not to mention you practitioners. The blacksmith then pointed to the soldiers of the various races who were waiting in other places, and I took a general look at the strange races besides the dwarves and dark elves. There are a lot of people in the total! If you add in our practitioners, the number of people is really not much different.

"By the way, Uncle Blacksmith, didn't you say that those ogres are only more than 50,000 at most? But in the past few days, our practitioners have killed more than 50,000 ogres! I suddenly remembered what the blacksmith had said before, and I couldn't help but say in confusion.

"I'm not wrong! There are only 50,000 of them! Even if they were able to give birth, it would be less than 53,000 by now. The blacksmith said.

"Impossible! We've all killed more than 50,000 people, and if that's what you say, aren't there not many ogres left? I asked, puzzled.

"What kind of ogres did you kill?" The blacksmith asked suddenly after thinking about it.

"What else does ogres look like? Isn't that what it looks like? I said confusedly.

"You guys are the ogres you took out on the Ogre Periphery, right?" The blacksmith said.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Ha, I understand when you say that, you kill those ogres on the periphery, who are not actually what I am talking about." The blacksmith said with a smile. "Those are just vassal people."

"Dependent tribesmen? What's that? I asked, confused.

"Huh? Don't you know? The blacksmith said, looking at me quizzically.

"I really don't know this!"

"In that case, then I'll tell you what a vassal is!" The blacksmith said happily, but as soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of shouts and killings from outside, and we hurried outside, only to see that the ogres had already run outside the wall, and there was a black one! After a few moments of the ogres wandering outside the wall, the leading ogre stepped forward, and after a few loud screams at the wall, he brandished his mace, and then a group of ogres ran to the camp with a shout. The Dark Elf Archer on the wall looked at the approaching cannibals with a look of disgust on his face, so much so that before the ogres could get close to the wall, they were shot into hedgehogs and fell to the ground wailing.

The ogre in the back ignored the wails of his companions, and stepped on their corpses to continue to rush towards the wall.

After looking at the battlefield for a while, the blacksmith pulled us away from the wall, ran to a large rock, sat down, and went on to talk to us about the subject people.

"Since we want to talk about the subordinate tribesmen, we have to talk about the laws of this world first. Most of the creatures in this world are theoretically not killed by people, and if they die, they will at most drop a level, and of course, if they meet a guy with special means, they may still be removed from touching. The blacksmith said.

"Hungry, Uncle Blacksmith, what kind of special means are there?" I asked, confused. To my question, the blacksmith just smiled and looked at me.

"This will be known when you become strong in the future." The blacksmith said. "Let's talk about the vassal people. Although creatures of various races will not be easily killed, but I don't know why it is particularly difficult to give birth, probably because we have the characteristics of resurrection that the gods have given us such a curse! ”

"Fertility difficulties? How sleepy can you use it? I asked, confused.

"Well, you just need to know that you practitioners don't want children." The blacksmith looked at us and said pityingly. "Although it is difficult for us races to have children, you even have a problem with childbirth! But you don't seem to need to think about it, after all, you were all born directly into this world by the mastermind. ”

"And then we found out that some people can reproduce normally, but they don't have the ability to resurrect. I think this is a rule set by the gods, if you want to get the ability to be resurrected, you have to face the problem of reproduction, and if you want to reproduce, you need to give up the ability to be resurrected. The blacksmith sighed helplessly.

"Then it was simple, and all races regarded those who had no resurrection ability but could have children normally as subordinate tribesmen. It's not discrimination or contempt or anything, it's just a title. The number of ogres I said here is 50,000, but I am actually talking about those ogres who can be resurrected, and I don't count the other dependent tribesmen! The blacksmith said.

"So you're talking about more than 3,000 dwarves who can be resurrected?" I asked.

"yes."

"Do you have any dependencies here?" I asked, looking at the blacksmith quizzically.

"Of course!" The blacksmith said with a smile. "Those are the people we brought here."

The blacksmith pointed to one side, and I followed his finger to see a dense array of dwarven warriors in black armor and large axes in the square at the end of the small canyon.

"Originally, we brought less than 30,000 subordinate tribesmen, but now we have grown to 70,000 or 80,000!" The blacksmith said with a smile. "And in order to arrange these tribesmen, we have hollowed out the nearby mountains and underground, and it is estimated that these places we dig can still hold 200,000 subordinate tribesmen!"