The moment he finished yelling, many people in the entire camp stood up.

They were all women, with a very different appearance from the Slinger women, and although they were all ragged, it was not difficult to see that they were Bakarians, as well as Rick......

"You...... It's all true!?" the slaves uttered an almost murmuring sound.

The Scout Captain proudly pulled out a banner from his chest and unfurled it, embroidered with the heads of a giant and several trolls......

"Oh my God, it's true!" said a woman on the spot.

"Why is it true?" asked a slave girl.

"There will never be a Bakaria lord who would dare to make a false claim about his exploits. The monster that can be embroidered on the banner must be the one who has completed the great feat of killing it in the presence of hundreds of people. ”

"My God, it's Ggent...... He destroyed Gynt ......"

Some of the slave girls were crying, some were laughing. Obviously, everyone has a different spirit!

"Shut up! Shut up! Have you forgotten who you are?" said a Slinger with a whip raised and whipped the slave girls hard.

In the past, they would cringe, they would surrender, they would show no lower limit of obedience, but this time it was different.

Some rejoiced, some laughed wildly, and the most prominent one was the woman from Bakaria. No one knew better than them what it meant to have been cut off from the noose that had seemed to hover around the neck of the kingdom for hundreds of years.

There was no resistance, only stubborn eyes, and even a female slave stared back sharply, that gaze was like looking at a group of dead people.

The abnormal behavior of the slave girls fell into the eyes of every Slinger chief.

One of the most breathless male chiefs jumped off the throne and pulled up the female slave girl who could translate: "What did he say? What did he just say?"

Even the slave girl, who was clearly half-blood, laughed, and repeated the Scout Captain's words in Slinger in a voice that bordered on a ghostly laugh.

This time, it was the turn of the Slingers to make a noise.

"Impossible!"

"How can there be such a powerful lord in this world?"

"That's definitely not something humans can do!"

Ulani didn't believe it either, her fiery red hair seemed to be ruffled by the flames, and she strode forward, her left hand clamping the scout captain's leather armor collar with one hand, lifting him up and her feet dangling from the ground.

"Answer me, Bakarian, is what you said true, or is it a lie made to earn your ridiculous life!" Ulani was furious, and her left hand couldn't help but push harder: "Kill a giant?

The slave girl who was pulled by another chief next to her hurriedly translated.

"I swear in the name of the Heavenly Ancestors of Bakaria, and I am true in every word. It's normal for you to be skeptical. But my master, the Duke of Martin Lorraine, is the man who won the name of "Bloody Champion" in the bloody tournament of the gods. If you haven't even heard of the Bloody Tournament, it only proves that you are nothing more than an outcast of the Four Gods of Chaos. Hahaha!"

The scout captain let out, laughing maniacally.

However, when the term 'Bloody Champion' was translated, the female chief suddenly shook her whole body, lifted the scout captain's left arm and suddenly let go, causing her whole body to fall.

"Wait, Grand Chief, isn't that ......" another chief leaned in and reminded Ullani 'in a whisper'.

Ullani came back from her momentary stupor, and she suddenly smiled, "There should be nothing wrong with that! My grandfather was the greatest Bloody Champion! I inherited his bloodline to be so powerful, but—that was the last time our Blood Raven Clan was on the radar of the Chaos Gods. ”

With a wave of her arm, Ulani raised her bone scimitar and said loudly, "It doesn't matter! The important thing is that this man named Martin Lorraine, since he can become the Bloody Champion, then he must have defeated the seeded player of the Four Gods of Chaos in the middle." If I can kill such a character in a duel, then our clans will surely be able to regain the glory of the Chaos God-"

"Oooo

The Slingers belong to the Chaos faction, but they are far from the Chaos Wasteland, and because of their race, constitution, etc., they are the least favored by the Chaos gods. Not to mention the clans that were banished to the south, even the northernmost ones, whose bodies were mostly mutated by the power of Chaos, and who claimed to be the purest Slinger, did not dare to call themselves the people of chaos casually.

For the Slingers, who are almost abandoned, it is absolutely glorious to regain the divine light of their gods.

For a while, the atmosphere of the whole square was warm again.

Ulani pointed the tip of her bone knife at the scout captain and asked the slave girl to translate: "Tell him! This time I, Ulani*Bloodcrow, will spare him and his men in the name of the Bloodcrow Clan's chieftain and the Great Chieftain of the Southern Vislan region." If only they sent me a letter of war to Martin Lorraine and told him that next spring we would hunt on this land. ”

With that, Ulani turned away without looking back, and ate and drank with her own people in large bowls of wine and meat.

"Can hunt?" the scout captain was a little suspicious.

"It means decisive battle, and the Slingers don't share their hunting grounds with their enemies. To say that he can hunt means to let the enemy come here as his prey. The slave girl whispered a reminder to the captain, and then added, "If your lord is so powerful, please tell him everything here." ”

The slave girl turned to the Slingers and said, "They are all wounded, please treat them." They are now the messengers of the Great Chief, and they cannot be allowed to die of their injuries on the way. ”

Now that the Great Chief has spoken, there will be no more Slinger scouts.

The slave girl immediately took the opportunity to heal the scouts, pretended to inquire about the injury, and quickly informed the captain of the scout about the situation together with the other slave girls.

When Martin unexpectedly received the news that the scouts had returned safely, it was already early January of the following year.

Martin, who recently celebrated his 16th birthday in the world, was quite surprised.

"You mean, in that alliance of the Slinger clans led by the Blood Raven Clan, there are more than fifteen thousand women from Bakaria and Rick as slave girls?"

"Yes, my lord. The scout captain bowed his head: "These are all women who have been taken captive from the small villages along the coast of Bakaria and the Nord Territory over the years. Some are even in the second or third generation. Children born after being humiliated by the Snods were slaves of both men and women. Boys rarely live past the age of 14, and girls become slave girls from the age of 12. ”