The battle was won, 2,000 men against more than 4,000 people, the victory was clean and neat, and there was almost no loss worth mentioning on their side, which can be described as a complete victory.

But it doesn't end there.

Yunero sat in the renovated tent of the coalition forces, looking at the characters who were kneeling or lying down, listed in the hall, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Aren't you fellows imposing when you instigated the tribes to unite against us?" he said mockingly, "why are they all so depressed now?"

The leader of the Half-Fish Tribal Alliance, Xiba Gaofin, said with a bitter face: "We are also deluded, thinking that we can take advantage of it...... Where do you think, you guys can fight so well!"

"Yes, if we knew you were so good at fighting, we would have just defected to you!" said the patriarch of the other half-fishman.

"That's right, that's right!" another half-fish man agreed.

Unlike the orcs and wurms, the half-fishmen actually don't have a bad opinion of Yunero. It's just that this clan is accustomed to the style of "being a businessman if you can't beat it, and being a robber if you can beat it".

Yunero snorted coldly, ignoring the guys whose names on their heads had turned from red to yellow, and turned to look at the other two batches of names on their heads that were still red, and their attitudes had not changed at all.

He ignored the orcs, but said to the leaders of the Argonians: "If you want to talk about blood, I am a dragonman, you are a Argonian, we are also a close sect, if you don't come to help me, forget it, why bother me?"

The stubby and single-horned Argonian leader looked at him viciously and said, "Great dragons don't have a kind of inferior people like you!"

Yunero was stunned for a moment and said, "If you doubt my bloodline, you can verify it through a magic ritual. Although I don't dare to say that I am 100% of the ancient god dragon mother bloodline, there are always more than seventy or eighty percent. If you want to say that the bloodline is pure, I am afraid that the bloodline of many dragons in the world today is not as pure as mine, how can you say that it is inferior?"

"Nonsense!" said Sauron Broken Horn, the famous warrior among the Argonians, "You're just a fake made in the magician's laboratory! I don't know which stupid magician has collected a large number of dragon corpses and extracted a large amount of dragon essence, and as a result, you have made such an inferior product! You are embarrassed to say that you are pure blood? A fake is a fake!"

His words naturally caused the generals in the tent to be furious, and many of them had already drawn their weapons, and just waited for Yunero to give an order, and they would directly hack the goods to death.

Yunero was not angry, he shook his head, sighed, and said, "It is often said that knowledge determines destiny, and it is true. You people lack knowledge, so when you encounter dragonmen, your first reaction is 'something made by a magician...... That's not going to work. The world is big, and there are many things you don't know, so don't think you're well-informed. ”

"Phew!" Sauron spat at him.

Yunero smiled slightly, full of vindictiveness, and stopped the spit in the air and fell to the ground.

"Panda, what do you think I'm going to do?" he asked, turning to Panda.

"I'm here to help, and I'm only responsible for using my hands, not my brains. The panda shook his head and said, "You are the head of the clan, and it is your power to deal with them." ”

Yunero looked at the others again.

"Don't waste any time!" said Mandou before he could speak, "whatever you plan to do with them, whether it's release or hacking, we're all here to support you!"

"Resolutely support Your Majesty!"

"Resolute support!"

"Yes!"

Inside the big tent, cheers came and went.

Yunero smiled again, nodded, raised her hand to signal silence, and then looked at the wurmists.

"From my personal point of view, I don't really care if you come to get in trouble - after all, you are too weak to be called a 'trouble' at all. However, as the leader of one of the forces on Dragon's Head Island, I cannot turn a blind eye to your actions of uniting against us. ”

He paused, and his expression became serious: "For the sake of your backbone, I'll give you a good time! Guards, drag them out and behead them!"

The guards walked in, in groups of two, escorting these Argonian leaders to go out, but the head of the Argonian tribal alliance refused to give in, shouting, "What about our soldiers and people?"

"Your soldiers are required to serve three years of hard labor, after which they can be released. As for your people, if they are willing to come to work, we can give them some work, and if they don't, they can farm in their hometowns. Yunero said, "I am not a murderous person, and I am not in the habit of connecting the nine clans. ”

The Argonian leader broke away from the soldiers who tried to suppress him, looked straight at him, saw him with a serious face, nodded, didn't say anything more, and turned to go out.

A moment later, the sound of screams and sharp axes slicing through necks came from not far away.

The leaders of the half-fishmen turned white with fright, and shouted one after another, "We are not the chiefs!

Yune ignored the, and turned to the orc leaders.

They were the most fiercely resistant, each with several wounds on their bodies, and they were tied up like rice dumplings.

"This war is headed by you orcs. "You are the ones who have been at odds with us from the beginning, and you are the ones who have gone around looking for helpers and calling friends to form alliances after skirmishes." What exactly do you want to do?"

"Guard, ours, land!" replied a tall orc.

Yunero sighed and said, "You live on animal husbandry, but you don't know that animal husbandry is very harmful to the grassland. Instead of herding sheep and sheep, it is better to plant pasture and harvest and feed it regularly, so that you can raise more livestock—my messenger must have told you these things, right?"

"Don't believe it!"

"Ignorance is terrible!" Yunero sighed, "and now, if you lose, if I give the order, you will be at risk of extinction." At this point, are you still going to be my enemy?"

The orcs fell silent, and no one answered.

Yunero could clearly see that the names above their heads were still red, unchanged.

He couldn't help but sigh again, feeling that his current job was harder than fighting. Killing the enemy on the battlefield, he didn't have the slightest psychological pressure. But in the face of these captives and the order to execute each other, he always felt a little pressured.

And...... The thought of having a large number of orc civilians waiting to be dealt with behind him was not a matter of pressure, but he couldn't help but have a headache.

(What should I do? Is it really so cruel......? ）

(But not killing them, with their utterly unreasonable attitude, will only get us in trouble.) And each other's living areas are so close, if they are determined to fight us to the end, I'm afraid it's not a small trouble...... ）

He frowned, hesitated, and for a moment could not make up his mind.

At this moment, the herald rushed in in a hurry and shouted: "Report! The messenger of the Five Towns Alliance rushed to ask for help, saying that the defeated troops of the Three Clans are besieging the Five Towns and asking for help from us!"