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"What kind of city do you want to build?" asked the old warlock suddenly.

"A great city rising from the sea," said the lich, "in the middle is a splendid tower, and around it are rows of mansions, waterways radiating in all directions like sunlight, and bridges like cobwebs, from room to room without touching a drop of water." ”

"It sounds wonderful, but it's a project that takes time and slaves, and it can take much more than you might expect. ”

The lich looked at him, "Grenada's expense never wavered from itself. ”

"Yes," said the warlock, "you plunder." But from my point of view, I want this project to be as big as possible, and as long as possible—will the Tilans be broken up?"

"If possible, I will get more slaves from the other principalities that follow, and by then, perhaps. ”

The old warlock was slightly surprised, for he suddenly had a vague understanding from what he had just said, but he was clever not to mention a word: "I have the same surname as the Grand Duke," he said, "My death is a foregone conclusion, but I don't want to go to the Mourning Wasteland, I know you carry gray robes, I beg you, accept my potency," he bowed deeply to the black-haired Dragonborn, "I have a lot of experience, and I have a wealth of knowledge, and when I become a ghost, I will be your most powerful arm." ”

"Do you know what that means?"

"It means that I will lose my dignity, my freedom, and my soul. "But this still keeps me stranded in this world, and I still have a lot of things to do, and more questions to be answered." ”

And to make sure that the Tirans would have some hope of getting the little hope that the Grand Duke would expect, the lich thought, but he complied, and he could almost trust the spirit's loyalty, for the future of the Tiran was in his hands, and if he died, or failed, his successor might not be able to continue to treat the slaves in such a way that was simply merciful to the Grenadas, and for the sake of the people of Tiran, the ghost would do whatever it took to serve him.

"Do you want to keep your old name?" the lich asked, and after becoming a ghost, the ghost could continue to use its own name, or it could be named by its master, "or get a new one?"

"Get one again. The soon-to-be ghost-bound warlock said, and he calmly glanced at the gray-robed lady who had been called, the necromancer had an indelible cold aura of negative energy, and she stood there, no better than the Grand Duke's family - some ghosts would cling to their previous name, but since he was also a warlock, he knew that once his identity was recognized, it was very likely that some spellcaster could use his name as a living person to control him.

The lich nodded.

The gray-robed lady raised her finger, and the warlock was hit by a deadly spell, and his soul instantly left his body, but because of another spell cast by the gray-robed lady in advance, although the wind and dust of the mourning wasteland had blown through his body, it still failed to take away his soul, he stood there, and the negative energy from the outside world was suddenly sucked into the room, forming a fast-moving vortex, and in the end, the vortex in the shape of a loophole seemed to have found a loophole in the pouring outfall, and suddenly injected into the lonely soul- The translucent soul became solid and clear in an instant, and the fire of negative energy overflowed from his eyes and mouth, and the cyan light illuminated the lich's face.

It screamed, the pain of the spell and the mourning wasteland pulling at each other kept it in a state of madness for a moment, it clashed left and right, looking for a gap in the spell, trying to escape and kill, but a tiny hand passed through its body, and it was terrified- It was the body of the Grand Duke's daughter, hollow inside, controlled by the gray-robed lady, with a blank look on the ghost's face, then sadness, and then it was no longer it, but he, the reason of being a human being re-infused into this soul, and he came to his senses: "Thank you very much. He said slowly, each syllable echoing through the room three times.

"Ah," said the Grey-robed Lady unconcernedly, "it is nothing, mundane feelings are often annoying, but sometimes they help us in times of need, and this is only one of them." ”

That's right, the lich said in his heart that our Grey-robed lady was in the midst of a genuinely sweet love.

The Grey Lady exited the room after making sure the Wraith had regained her senses, and the Lich made a pact with the Wraith, the same pact he had made with the Wraith when he was still in Cremar, but those contracts were broken before leaving Grenada - otherwise Kelmen and Kelses would soon know that they had been deceived and mocked.

"All right," said the ghost, "my master, what do you want me to do?"

The lich did not speak, but threw a handful of scraps into the incense boat that had been lit at the time of the contract, the fragments of the soul gems, the food for the spirits, which he used to strengthen himself, and the wraith took a deep breath, and his new master seemed to have no stinginess in this regard - he was also a warlock, and knew that some bad warlocks would often use various methods to deny the original payment, let alone give the reward in advance.

"Go see Wuthering Plains. Said the former undead.

"Orcs. ”

"Orcs, and humans," said the lich, "don't alarm them, all I need is intelligence." ”

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The Wraith didn't know at this time that he was going to see something in Wuthering Plains like the capital of Tiran, nay, to be exact, Thundercastle.

The slave team that runs through the entire Thunder Castle and the inner city falls from the city to the outside of the city like sand in an hourglass, and on the walls of the Thunder Castle, even the soldiers who have no way of knowing the inside story can't help but be terrified, there are merchants who sell human slaves as goods to orcs, orcs only know how to fight and plunder, they can't farm, they can't weave, let alone burn pottery and make other necessities of life, some will buy directly from merchants, and some will buy craftsmen directly, but no matter what kind of slaves, it is difficult to spend three winters on the Wuthering Plains。 But at that time, the demand for orcs was not so high, and thousands of slaves passed through the gates of Thunder Castle every day.

A soldier was stunned for a moment, he saw a face belonging to the Normans of the Highlands, and a tall body peculiar to the Normans, it was an ugly woman, perhaps because of the extraordinarily strong resistance, she was tied up and dragged behind the horse, although the horse did not go very fast, but she was barefoot, limping, and obviously had not rested for a long time, her face and body had rubbed against the gravel rocks.

The soldier instinctively wanted to drop his spear, but his arm was immediately pulled away by the other soldier, "Leave this alone," the soldier said, "it's a slave." ”

"But she's Norman. ”

"Normans would be slaves too," another soldier pushed him aside ferociously, "I told leave her alone!"

"But ......"

"Nothing," said the soldier who stopped him, "this is the caravan of His Highness Dylan," he said, "His Highness Dylan himself has signed a permit for them, and they are allowed to trade in slaves! As for whether there are Normans among the slaves, this is not a matter of concern to us, and we can only look at ourselves now - do you want to be driven out? Perhaps you will follow the traitor, but what about my sister? Her belly is already very large, do you want her and your children to be born in the wilderness?"

The soldier looked struggling, but he remembered his wife, who, according to Granny Ou, could feel two small heads through her thin belly, and she was most likely pregnant with a pair of children, either the daughter he hoped for or the son that his wife expected, and he finally calmed down after some hesitation.

"When you see too much," said the soldier indifferently and sadly, "you will get used to it." ”

The merchant, who had been slowed down by the quarrel of the soldiers, did not rush them, but sat down on his horse and watched with interest the interesting dispute, for the Normans still cherished their fellow-men, especially the newcomers. But lately the Normans have had more slaves, so much so that they can't prevaricate with these sinners, but so what, the exchange of slaves for orcs gems and pyroxene was promised by His Highness Dylan himself- Yes, His Royal Highness Dylan, he is already one of the heirs to the throne, especially after the unfortunate death of the son of the Norman king, Dylan, who was stationed in Thunder Castle and had already won a big victory, suddenly jumped into the eyes of the Norman nobles, if he could get more victories, then his exploits could have paved a ladder to the throne.

It's just that the number of slaves may be a little higher, but it is necessary, the orcs have been greatly injured in the last two battles, they have been forced to submit to the humans, they must use human slaves to cultivate the fields and raise livestock to get fed, at least in the last few years, they have not been able to gather enough troops to attack Thunder Castle, and rely on raiding to survive the cold winter - Thunder Castle, or rather, the Norman people think so, although this idea ......

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"Of course it's a big mistake. The leader of the merchants said that he had taken off his cloak that could fall to his heels before entering the orc tent, revealing the red robe that symbolized danger inside, after all, such a deterrent and reminder was still necessary before facing the king of the orcs and the priests of several orc gods, Kawuxu.

"Let's just let humans think so. He wore a towering crown of white bones, a shriveled girl's arm around his waist, and a string of baby skulls hanging from his neck, Gersh said. Gorgeous silk was casually draped around his body, and every ornament and weapon was inlaid with precious stones, and Gersh never really needed such a vain dress, but Ostahl, yes, the cunning warlock, advised him to do so, in order to distinguish himself from the leaders of the past. "The last thing we need is their vigilance. ”

"They think you've lost most of your fighters. ”

"We did lose most of our fighters. Gersh said that in Birdwin's final battle of Fort Thunder, the human city destroyed tens of thousands of orc soldiers.

Gersh's blizzard was the only tribe that retained most of its strength, and after the defeat, he sucked enough nutrients from the tribe that had thus decayed, and his tribe not only did not shrink in the ensuing harsh winter, but expanded further, and after the snow melted and the sun rose, Gersh led his people to erase the traces of more tribes. The women and children of the tribe were retained, and if they gave up their resistance and were willing to be loyal to Gersh, the male orcs would be accepted, but he accepted the warlock's advice and consumed all these uneasy factors under the walls of Thundercastle before the winter of the following year, and he was rewarded with great richness from the merchants, which he exchanged for weapons and slaves.

An endless stream of human females and males were sent to the Wuthering Plains, believing that they had come to reclaim the wasteland for the human lords, but unfortunately, their little extravagance was quickly shattered - the human females were used for breeding, and the human males were the food for the young monsters. With the dual effect of magic and potions, human females can give birth to monsters that cannot be said to be orcs or humans several times in three months, just like the fast-growing adult orcs created by Ostahl before, the little monsters can grow up quickly as long as they have food, and their craving for food will even cause them to bite their mother's leg when they have just slipped out of the birth canal......

Gersh's attention was caught by a female human, who not only broke free, but also hit two orcs in one fell swoop, and when more orcs grabbed her and tried to kill her, Gersh stopped them.

"She's a strong and good weapon," Gersh said, in a common orc saying, "she'll give birth to hundreds and thousands of warriors for us." ”

The human-female screamed, but the orcs immediately cut out her tongue, filled it with plant ash, and then fixed her limbs to the stakes that had been pounded into the ground, so that her legs were flexed, and the orcs would throw seeds into it in droves, and the evil seedlings would sprout in the shortest possible time. (To be continued.) )