In the end, Duff is still alive and well, there is no missing parts, not a single hair is missing.

Although his freedom was restricted by being guarded by two tribal warriors at the same time throughout the day, he was fortunate that he had not been picked off and his tongue had been cut for the time being.

The main thing is that Alan thinks about what he doesn't know in the future, he can ask him, if his tongue is cut, his hands and feet are crippled, he can't write, he can't speak, and he asks a fart.

Anyway, in his eyes, this high-level magician of the water system is just like that, and he is trapped in a camp where hundreds of warriors live, and it is estimated that he can't make much waves.

In addition to being restricted in his freedom, Douff's innocuous skin wounds were healed, and unlike other human captives, who only had half a daily ration, he fed himself every day.

It wasn't unclear that Duff, who had healed and was full of mana, had not thought of escaping, but since he found out that the tent where he was being held was in the middle of three large pens, he had given up on this unrealistic idea.

A large flying beast acid-eaten raven, a spine tiger and a giant gray lion enclose poor Duff in the middle.

This was still Allen's idea.

The old mage thinks that these barbarians think too highly of themselves, and your mother still guards himself all day with three large fierce beasts and two elite warriors? An acid-etched crow will give itself a dead weight.

Duff, who has already accepted his fate, can't understand what these barbarians think, what does it mean not to kill or let go?

I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't think about it, and the old mage who stayed in the tent every day had to eat and wait for death in the tent with nothing to do.

As for the other human captives, some of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and had been released after a day's ration.

The human merchant group was robbed, and it couldn't be hidden for long, and it happened that these old and weak people who had no labor value at all were left and wasted food, and after Allen and Old Zack discussed, they were released.

The sooner you return to the Duchy of Lotral, it's just the right time to pour dirty water on the Great Chieftain early.

As for whether these old and sick people with broken arms and legs can return to the territory of the human race alive in the bad weather conditions of the cold winter moon, it is not the concern of the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

The Barbarian Warrior is only responsible for discounting your dog's legs, not for post-service.

It is the blessing of your supreme god to return alive, and if you die on the road, you can only be blamed for not being pious enough.

The loot brought back from this robbery, which contained a large amount of food and clothing, really solved the urgent needs of the tribe, and the rest of the hundreds of gold coins and goods of little use were also taken away by Babylon the Great to see if they could exchange some necessities with the nearest Nighthawk tribe.

In addition to the Hellfire Skull Ring, the most valuable Warcraft crystal nucleus and the two bottles of unknown Warcraft blood, on the contrary, they are of no use to the tribe at all, Old Zack is not unaware of their value, but even if he knows, it is impossible to take a huge risk and go deep into the territory of humans to trade, especially the outpost closest to the wasteland, and the Earth Walking Dragon Legion of the Holy See is also stationed.

Can't sell it for money, and can't eat it, the angry chief directly threw these valuable Warcraft crystal nuclei to Little Zack and a few other little guys of the tribe as toys, whatever they wanted, it was no problem to throw them away.

Eren didn't have any objection to this, he didn't understand the value of the Warcraft crystal nucleus at all, and the Great Babylon and the other tribal warriors also didn't take these things seriously outside of him, and they couldn't use them anyway.

Seeing that the cold winter moon has entered the middle stage, he deeply feels that robbing the human merchant group is an excellent way to make a fortune, and the tribal warriors are thinking about a few more votes every day.

The Great Babylon, riding the Spine Sword Tiger, squatted near the tribe for three days in a row, and except for eating a mouthful of yellow sand and black soil, there was no trace of the human merchant group.

Later, after asking the captives of the merchants, I learned that only those who possessed wind or light magicians would ignore the harsh weather such as the cold winter moon and continue to go deep into the Great Wasteland to the territory of the Bimon Orcs.

And that kind of caravan is all with a military or human aristocratic background, and the trade routes of people are generally closer to the sphere of influence of the big chieftain tribe.

And this kind of business group is covered by the Grand Duke of Rock Kingdom, since it is a business group under the name of Allen's cheap father, Old Zach is embarrassed to do it.

can only continue to sit and eat the empty blood hoof tribe, and began to idle in the camp all day long.

Looking at the dilapidated camp, Alan felt that he should find something to do for the captives before the cold winter moon had passed.

The human captives, who had only half a ration a day, were finally able to eat enough, as they began to work in the dark.

"Give me more to eat." Allen, who was holding the whip, squinted at a group of human captives dressed in tatters, and yelled in the wind: "I will add food to you today, and I specially slaughtered two ponies. ”

The hungry human warriors looked at the small barbarian with gratitude.

"When you are full, you have the strength to work." Archoverseer Allen shouted again.

“。。。。。。。。。。。。。” The human warrior lowered his head and continued to eat, as if he had just farted.

These poor captives don't look at their martial arts, they really have two brushes for their work.

The tents, which had fallen when the wind blew, were also re-fastened with solid wooden stakes and horse nails.

The leaky tents were patched with new patches, and a corral of fat ponies enclosed in the clearing.

Originally, for the warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, this was enough.

They think that the human captives are much better than them, the tribe used to have ponies and saromons, one was lost today, and one was taken by the giant wolf of the wasteland tomorrow, and it was useless for them to be in a hurry, they had no choice but to stare dryly.

As for those tents that fall down as soon as the wind blows, the tribesmen have long been accustomed to it, and when they fall asleep, a gust of wind blows, and the tent falls down on them, and they don't care, just when the quilt buries their heads and continues to sleep.

Looking at the newly built corrals and sturdy tents, Eunuch Ai was not very satisfied, this was far from enough.

Since the tribe is his new home, the safer the better.

As a result, the grief-stricken human warriors, under the whip of the Great Overseer Ai, who was thicker than his wrist, could only bow his head and continue to work.

Grand Overseer Ai felt that there should be bunkers around the tribe.

So the laborers began to carry simple iron drills, chisel stone statues day and night, and build bunkers.

"Work hard, work hard for three days, and set you free." The sound of Alan's roar and whip swinging was constantly heard in the wind.

Three days later, the human warriors, who had obviously lost a circle, had not had time to lie down in the open top and sleep well.

Inspector Ai looked at the fort more than two meters high, how to look at it and feel dissatisfied, patted his head and shouted: "I remember, the bunker should be one meter of foundation and two meters of ground!" ”

So the laborers pushed to the fruits of three days of hard work and began to dig in the sand.

"Work harder, work hard for five more days, and set you free." In the wind, the roar of Overseer Ai rang out.

Five days later, with less than three hours of rest added up to each day, the human warriors, who were already tired like dead dogs, had just fallen asleep in their tents with their eyes closed, and the roar of the Great Overseer Ai was remembered outside.

Looking at the bunkers in front of him, how did Supervisor Ai feel dissatisfied, he patted his head and shouted: "I remember, there should be a watchtower next to the bunker." ”

So the laborers, under the wave of their whips, led the ponies, and braved the strong wind, and began to cut down large trees on the outskirts of the Warcraft Forest.

Three days later, looking at the eighteen bunkers and eighteen watchtowers located on the periphery of the camp, Inspector Ai still felt dissatisfied, patted his head and shouted: "I remember, there should be a wall between the watchtowers." ”

So the laborers wore simple animal skin masks and began to mix the saliva of the acid giant crow and the black soil of the wasteland to build a fence and erect the wall embryo.

After more than ten days of continuous high-intensity labor, the human captives have become numb one by one, and they are now not afraid of the big fists of the barbarian casserole, nor are they afraid of the sharp claws of the three fierce beasts.

The only thing they were afraid of was Alan's sudden slap on the head.

Every time Eren showed a thoughtful look, the human captives felt terrified.

Every time Eren patted his big head, the human warriors felt like the world was spinning.

The tribal camp, which was originally full of flaws in Allen's eyes, has been completely renewed, except that the camp has hardly been moved, not only are there eighteen five-meter-high watchtowers standing outside the tribe, but also a bunker for three warriors has been built under each watchtower, and a wall of two meters and three meters high has been erected between the watchtowers, enclosing the camp of the entire Bloodhoof tribe.

In line with the principle of waste utilization, Eren removed all the swords and weapons seized from the human race, removed the gauntlets and smashed them, and embedded the top and outside of the wall with all that was not left.

The wall, a mixture of acid-etched crow saliva and wasteland black soil, was unusually strong, and the vigorous tribal warrior kicked it up, leaving no cracks except for a shallow pit.

Not to mention the sturdiness of the wall, the cold glowing fragments of weapons alone were chilling.

Looking at Allen, who was constantly oppressing the human warriors day and night, it was clear that the tribal warriors did not know enough about the extent of his insidiousness.

When everyone thought that the camp had been rebuilt, Alan commanded the human warriors and began to work overtime to dig pits behind the wall, around the camp wall, digging a five-meter-deep pit every half a meter, and the excess wood in the camp was all sharpened into a pointed shape and buried deep at the bottom.

The pit is covered with a shallow layer of rattan grass, covered with a layer of yellow sand, and if you don't look closely, you can't find anything greasy at all.

After the completion of the project, even the tribal warriors who usually couldn't be idle didn't dare to run around the camp when they had nothing to do.

The barbarian children who were always rolling around in the tribe, as long as they dared to get out of the tent, once their parents found out, they would be pressed to the ground without saying a word.

All the people in the tribe, as long as they want to get out of the camp, go straight to the middle of the main entrance, and then slowly move forward with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

Usually I always rode the Spine Sword Tiger out to hunt Babylon the Great, and often stopped to look at the seemingly safe camp, and kept sighing that there was no place to walk except at the main entrance.

According to Allen's idea, a few more caves should be dug around the camp, and it is best to make three more holes for the three fierce beasts of the tribe to accommodate, once the enemy attacks, the fierce beasts can be killed by surprise, so as to cut the enemy formation and cause maximum damage.

Alan, who was building the renderings in his head, didn't notice that the laborers around him were nervous and uneasy.

Seeing this wicked barbarian, he showed a contemplative expression again.

There was an uproar among the human captives.

After a lot of exchange of words, the poor fellows finally broke out into their own shouts---------- and they began to protest, because they really couldn't do anything.

Alan actually saw it two days ago that these human warriors were on the verge of collapse, although they were full of food every day, they still couldn't stand such a call, and he slowly changed to the Huairou policy, and began to add food and wine to them after meals, and even began to coax.

But the human warrior passed by Eren for the Nth time and said: "That's it, it's a little bit, when it's done, you start to rest, you can sleep as much as you want!" After that, I didn't believe in this untrustworthy guy anymore.

As early as when they laid down their arms and gave up resistance, they had the consciousness of being prisoners, and they did not expect to suffer all kinds of abuse and insults, but no one expected that they would be greeted by day and night of hard work.

I didn't expect that there really be such a brutal guy in the world, this is simply not treated as a human being, and animals don't die like this.

The human captives felt that they could not do anything.