Thousands of scavenging flies covered the ground, not even the ditches on the side of the road, even the viper vines in the ruins.

Beneath the churning, black-and-white carpet of insects is a picture scroll of red, white, and gray-green.

Scattered around were a blur of flesh and blood, mixed with the reflection of iron tools, and swarms of flies foraged for food, gnawing and gnawing.

"Foreman!"

The old goblin with his pipe in his mouth leaned at the stubborn rock and rebuked in a voice mixed with contempt and fear: "I must reiterate that we are in charge of the forced labor camp, not the slaughterhouse, and ...... Have you ever considered how much labor it would take to clean up this mess?"

"They attacked me," Stubborn Rock said, justifying his massacre, "and it should be considered a rebellion." ”

The old goblin was the supervisor of the penal labor camp, and soon after the stubborn rock sent the news with the rune stone, he quickly led people over.

Having worked with him before, the old goblin knew how stubborn rock behaved, and he was ready to deliver nutrients to the manure tank.

However, the on-site situation this time has greatly exceeded the expectations he can bear in his heart:

The air is stuffy and sticky.

He looked at the soldiers lying on the ground, their tools still in their hands, their heads shattered, they must have been smashed by some huge, terrifying, irresistible force.

He saw ravaged and deformed leather armor, shattered shields, and limbs torn from his body.

The dwarf horse under his crotch was the best horse in the New Prosperity Town Horse Farm, trained as a war horse for generations, and now completely forgotten its proud and strong nature, and kept grinding back.

The only people who are indifferent to the tragedy in front of them are the scavenging flies who are eating every meal and the corpse burers who are happy to collect the corpses......

and the overseer named Stubborn Rock.

After smoking a bucket of tobacco and stabilizing the new spirit, the old goblin leaned out on horseback and knocked his pipe against the broken wall, clearing the lower flue to prevent it from clogging.

"Rules are rules. ”

The old goblin licked his yellowed front teeth and said calmly, "They have started a rebellion, you can suppress it." And you have lost all your men, and you must make a detailed report - not to me, but to the city sheriff's office. ”

Stubborn Rock's brows furrowed, in order to hide some truths, the Sword Soul Demon temporarily let go of the suppression of his flesh curse, so he had a rich expression that only flesh creatures have.

"I'm not good at writing reports," Stubborn Rock shrugged, "but I think I know how to communicate with people at some point." ”

He raised the weapon in his hand, and the golden lamp-burning staff almost hit the old goblin in the nose, causing the latter to shrink his head in fright.

It's not that he wants to use force, he just shows it, "See, it's an excellent weapon, and you can get a large amount of disaster coins after smelting." At the same time, it is also an appropriate gift. ”

"For me?" asked the old goblin with a smirk.

It's just that his eyes betrayed him, and this greedy guy couldn't help but peek at the golden lamp staff in front of him just now.

"Equivalent exchange, help each other. ”

Whether it was out of his instinct to see money or out of long-standing habits, the old goblin really didn't know how to refuse.

"If you want to change a group of people, just wrap yourself on me, anyway, there has been a dust disease in the town in the past two days, and there are only a lot of hard labor. ”

After trying to carry it, the old goblin found that he had lifted the golden lamp staff given by the stubborn rock, so he had to speak, "I have to trouble you with this gift, help me send it back." ”

After receiving an affirmative reply, he ordered several of the burial workers who accompanied him to begin work and bury the dead bodies in the ruins.

The Corpse Bury is an undead creature whose shrunken bodies are driven by will, and the details of their physiognomy are obscured in the dirt and ashes underneath.

They were summoned by the Half-Lich to be used as helpers in the disposal of buried bodies or exhumations, most of whom now worked in the forced labor camps.

"Knock knock" ...... Punch after punch, the bury uses special abilities to strip the corpses of the dead servants from the ground, and use spice packets to drive away swarms of scavenging flies as they eat.

The various pickles are grouped together and loaded into garbage trucks with airtight gates, which are then transported to the manure tanks.

The old goblin, who had found it idle, did not want to stay here for long, so he led his horse to lead the way, while the stubborn rock, with his golden lamp staff, followed not far behind.

All of this seemed so reasonable: the work would be entrusted to reliable people without any further trouble, and the letter of dispatch would be issued to the foreman to replenish the servitude with peace of mind that a gift that seemed to be very valuable.

The old goblin had no doubt about him, and happily led the stubborn rock to the penal camp beneath New Prosperity Town, where his supervisor's office and private bedroom were for rest, perfect for issuing dispatch letters and storing all sorts of valuable gifts.

They took the take-off and landing planes, and passed through three more sentry posts manned by devils, before they successfully arrived at their destination. After placing the pony in the stable, and roasting his hands on a brazier with horse dung, the old goblin walked into his office with Stubborn Rock.

"Nice place," Glancing at the small office, Stubborn Rock gave a cordial compliment.

In the corner of the room there was a hammock made of silk heads, no matter how shaky the traction city was, the people who lay on it could fall asleep peacefully, next to the hammock lay an upside-down brass helmet with some water in it, and some soap bubbles left over from shaving on the water, and a hand warmer made of white iron, which was placed on the wall as a fireplace, and there was still a layer of embers in it, and the air was filled with a slight smell of cinnamon, which dispelled the tired and disgusting smell of sweat that had been haunting the penal labor camps......

Although the old goblin's dwelling is not luxurious, it is enough to show the owner's taste and pursuit of a comfortable life.

"That's just right," Stubborn muttered quietly.

As soon as he walked into his comfort zone, the old goblin walked straight to his desk, picked up a quill dipped in ink, and wrote a neat dispatch letter without making the guest wait long.

Sprinkle some chalk powder on the paper, wipe the remaining ink away, and then the old goblin took out the fire paint with magic attached to it, and carefully imprinted the emblem on the signature of the dispatch letter.

For a race like goblins, which have never been known for their calm concentration, this set of smooth operations simply surprised the stubborn rock watching from the side, and it was quite pleasing to the eye.

After finishing the task at hand, the old goblin looked up at the stubborn rock, and at the same time handed over the dispatch letter that had just been decommissioned.

"The exchange is complete, please put the gift on the ......"

Just as the old goblin looked at the layout of the house, trying to find a suitable place to place the golden lamp staff, the sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded, and the stubborn rock, who took the dispatch letter, raised his weapon and waved it freely, and freed himself from the agreement.