The town we occupied had only a few days' stock of food and water, and according to the captives, every ten days the main city would send men to deliver food and water, and to collect the silver ore that had been dug up in the town. In a town like this, there are hundreds of chaotic tribes, and this shocking news did not stun us.

You must know that the output of metals such as secret silver, pure gold, platinum and so on the mainland is amazingly low, even the three major empires may not be able to have ten such mines, but there can be hundreds here, it is simply unreasonable. After the appraisal of the dwarven patriarch and several dwarven masters, they all agreed that the dense silver ore in this town was of extremely high quality, and the annual output was about one or two. This mine alone is equivalent to almost one-tenth of the total annual production of the Terrans.

Dense silver is an associated ore of silver mines, generally speaking, where there is silver, there is very little dense silver, but where there is dense silver, there must be a large amount of silver mines, and this place is no exception. Therefore, the actual metal produced by this town, in addition to the priceless dense silver, there is also pure silver, which is also of high value, and according to the normal proportion, this mine produces no more than a ton of silver per year.

Moreover, according to the estimation of the dwarven masters, because the number of people mining here is small and not professional enough, there is a lot of waste, and their mining speed is far less than that of the professional dwarves. As a result, although the mine has been mined for hundreds of years, it has only been opened, and at least two-thirds of the ore has not been mined. Rattle. This is simply pie in the sky! Where would Poor Dao let go of such a good opportunity, it seems that this time it is really the right one.

The town is a mixed breed of people, including cavemen, minotaurs, night elves, etc., and even a few gray dwarves in charge of command and overseer. They come from a variety of backgrounds. Some slaves were forcibly captured here. Some people were born and raised here, some people fled here, and in short, they came from anywhere.

They are now getting used to life here, and although they don't have freedom, at least they don't have a life-threatening situation, and they can get the necessary water and food as long as they work for a while. Because the amount of food and water is rationed according to the amount of ore handed in, and if you don't work, you don't have land to eat, so there is no need for someone to urge supervision with a leather whip, and everyone is doing a good job.

As for running away. Surely no one will stop you, almost all around this town is the world of demonic beasts, without the protection of the walls around the town, without the protection of more than a thousand well-trained regular troops, it is definitely as many as you go out and die. There is no suspense at all. So everyone is working here honestly and consciously.

Poor Dao thinks that this model is not bad, it has a bit of an economic planning flavor, and it looks like a shrewd human being is coming up with an idea behind it. I'm a little alert. Originally, I planned to kill the main city directly, because after controlling the main city, it was equivalent to controlling the surrounding towns. Who told the town to eat and drink from the main city?

But because few of them had ever gone out. I don't know the way out at all. Therefore, it is very difficult for Poor Dao to find them to lead the way to the main city. So I had to wait for the convoy of food and water in the main city to arrive. Fortunately, they didn't tell me to wait long, and just a few days later, a group of more than 2,000 people drove into our ambush circle with hundreds of truckloads of goods.

Their original mission was simply to fend off the attacking beasts. I didn't expect to be attacked by us, so I didn't even send a scout, so I plunged my head into the pocket set up by the poor road. Seeing them cooperate so much, Poor Dao felt embarrassed to clean up, isn't this bullying?

These two thousand people are also a complete ragtag army, and there are people of all races, but their personal combat ability is very strong, and basically everyone is a master of fighting spirit. The leading Minotaur warrior is not even below my father's strength. After all, this is a dangerous area, if they hadn't been sent to mine a long time ago, where would they still be qualified to be guards?

It's a pity that all the people they encountered were even more super perverts, and none of the six thousand orc warriors were easy to mess with. Especially the three princes, who had not been at war for a long time, were very excited when they saw a battle, and a beast took the lead, rushed into the enemy formation, and captured the minotaur sword saint alive with three punches and two kicks. The sword god fights the sword master, and there is a huge advantage in size, so it's strange if you don't win it easily and neatly!

These two thousand people were attacked by us and we when they came up, and they were directly beaten. The troll's javelin brought down a large area with the first flick, and then the minotaurs, orcs, and flail warriors rushed up, killing them to the ground, and when the three princes captured the enemy's commander alive, they all chose to surrender.

The leader of the minotaurs, who had been captured alive, was quickly brought before us, and he was calm except for some panic. As an orc, although he bred in the underground world, his belief in the beast god has not changed. When he learned of the identity of the Great Prophet, he knelt down in front of the Great Prophet without saying a word, and wept silently. This was followed by a touching scene of recognizing one's ancestors and returning to one's ancestors.

It turned out that this minotaur named Ribat had a very miserable background. He originally lived in a small village around the Chaos Tribe. When he was very young, he was stolen from the village by human traffickers and resold to the Chaos Tribe. Due to his strong physique of the Minotaur, he was favored by the owners of the gladiatorial arena here. Under the tutelage of his boss, he endured all kinds of inhuman abuse and finally became a successful gladiator.

After countless killings, he was taken by the lord of the city here and bought back as the leader of the guards. He didn't have the slightest affection for the upper echelons of the Chaos Tribe, and in order to survive, he personally killed many of his fellow Minotaurs, and even brothers he knew. Now, if there is a legendary god-like great prophet standing in front of him, of course, he will immediately throw himself into the arms of the beast god.

Through the mouth of an insider like him, Poor Dao learned a lot about the shady scenes of the chaotic tribe's main city. According to Ribart, the Ministry of Chaos landed in thirteen cities. In fact, the lords of every city are known, and they are all human beings. These humans usually have a thousand skilled human guards on their hands. These guards are usually dressed in armor and even cover their faces, so outsiders can't tell if they are human or other aliens.

Each of these main cities had a dozen or two hundred thousand people, most of whom were metal-smelting workers. The guards of the city and their families. The other half are wandering alien masters, who make a living by hunting the surrounding magical beasts, and occasionally accept small commissions, and do all kinds of dirty things for money, such as human trafficking.

The reason why this place is called the Chaos Tribe is actually very simple, that is, this is a place where there is no legal constraint. If you're willing to kill someone in the street, just kill him, as long as you can beat him. If you are not afraid of the retaliation of your opponent's friends or masters, you can kill them at will. There were no magistrates, not even any officials, not even tax collectors, because all the property here belonged to the lord of the city.

The Ministry of Chaos landed in the main city, and there are three major industries. is the most attractive place. One is the slave market, where there are slaves of all strange races. One is a brothel, which is also characterized by a particularly large number of races. The last one is the gladiatorial arena, in which at least ten people die tragically every day.

These attractive places are actually gold caves. The main place of business is not for the local aliens, but for the nobles and lords of the human race. In fact, the people who came here were at least rich nobles above the marquis. The whole continent is qualified to come here, and there are only a few hundred people, and there are an average of more than a dozen noble lords in each city here.

Although there are only such a few customers, each person leaves hundreds of thousands of gold coins here every year, and hundreds of people add up, which is a very terrifying number. Being able to organize such a large scale of nobles, and being able to achieve complete secrecy, shows how powerful the main messenger behind the scenes is.

Except for the Holy See on the mainland, Poor Dao really couldn't imagine any force with such great energy. Now it seems that the Holy See has been working hard here for hundreds of years. No wonder the Holy See seems to have never lacked particularly rare metals. So what's the problem?

The Holy See has not only developed the minerals here, but also made use of the rich alien resources here to engage in novel tourism and attract the great nobles to come here for consumption and make a lot of money, which is really too clever. Even the poor Dao had to admire the whimsy of the Holy See.

What kind of people are really what kind of people they have, what kind of thinking they have, and when they meet other races, they think about how to use their excellent fighting talents. But after the Holy See met with a foreign race, it first thought of opening an "alien brothel". This group of filthy ghosts in the Holy See is really *** too talented!

The defense force of the main city is actually not very strong, and the regular troops directly under the city lord are only 5,000 people, of which 1,000 are the descendants of the city lord, all of whom are composed of human races. The other four thousand were recruited local aliens, and the four thousand alien troops were divided into two teams of two thousand each. One team is responsible for defending the city, in fact, it is mainly to drive away the approaching monsters, while the other team has to send food and water to the surrounding towns, and by the way, bring back the ore and hand it over to the workshops here for refining.

In addition to these 5,000 regular troops, there were many informal armed forces in the city, such as slave markets, brothels, and gladiatorial arenas, as well as wandering alien masters who would also help the lord in battle in times of emergency. But their total number did not exceed 20,000.

The point is that the vast majority of the masters of the alien race are orcs or night elves, and occasionally there are also half-breed human races. There's Forgetfulness and Great Prophet here, quack, and those people are basically my soldiers. No Night Elf dared to be disrespectful to Princess Forgetfulness, and no orc dared to do anything to the Great Prophet.

In this way, the rich main city is almost undefended to me. Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if it is a serious war, I can just send a Beamon or a black dragon to slaughter this main city, with their little strength, in front of the powerful ninth-level demonic beasts, they are completely vulnerable, but they are just cannon fodder. The reason why I brought troops here was not to fight with them at all, but to occupy them.

Therefore, Poor Dao did not hesitate at all, and immediately asked the Minotaur Ribat to lead the way, and tens of thousands of troops rushed to the main city non-stop. Ribat was completely impressed by the strength of the Three Princes, and now he has officially become the personal guard of the Three Princes, and can become a real orc, and receive the blessing of the beast god's sacrificial place. For him, it is a symbol of recognition and honor, and nothing is more important than this.

Hundreds of the 2,000 men led by Ribat were killed, and the rest were all surrendered to us, with the Night Elves in command and the Orcs in the hands of the Great Prophet. In order not to starve people to death in other mines. We still followed the route that Ribat had originally taken, and sent someone to send them supplies.

Everything went smoothly and after a few days we were in the main city of Rila, where Ribat was located. The city of Rila is seven or eight meters high, and it is not a city wall built to defend against war, because no one has ever attacked here, and the city wall is only built to resist the powerful demonic beasts around, so it is not very strong.

The sudden arrival of our group of uninvited guests caused panic throughout the city of Rila. We've come all the way. All the alien masters who saw us were captured and co-opted, so that it was not until we were surrounded on all sides and the troops were approaching the city that the people of Rila were alerted to the coming of war.

The guys in Rila City have apparently been under siege by Warcraft. For after they had gone through the initial panic, they immediately began to act in an orderly manner, and soon the city was densely packed with warriors. And they are well distributed, attacking from afar and in close combat, and they are all arranged very reasonably. It must be rigorously trained. Poor Dao looked carefully, and there were really a lot of them, about 20,000 people.

Then. A team wearing gorgeous armor appeared on the gate tower of the main city gate, and in the middle of the team there was a general wearing red battle armor, the face armor had been lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly, but looking at the figure and movements, it was obviously a well-trained knight.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" the red-armored general shouted to Poor Dao and the others when he came to the city gate.

"General Ben is, Long Qingtian!"

"Ahh Obviously, they all know their names. Then they are Terrans.

"Orc Empire, Great Prophet!" the Great Prophet of the Orc Clan then said softly.

"Oh my God! it's the legendary Great Prophet of the Earth!" almost everyone on the city wall exclaimed, because everyone knew that he, whether it was a human race, an orc, or a dark night, in their minds, the great prophet of the orc race was a god-like powerhouse.

"Forget the princess!" said Mimi with a smile.

"Ah, it's Her Royal Highness, I've seen the Princess, and I can guarantee that this is really Her Royal Highness!" the Night Elves shouted excitedly.

"Dwarven Chief!" Seeing that there were still many gray dwarf compatriots in the city, the dwarven patriarch also shouted symbolically, and shook the hammer of Thor in his hand.

"The god of forging is above, I actually saw the patriarch, is it - Thor's hammer in his hand!"

"Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of anticipation, this day has finally arrived!" Poor Dao instigated in a passionate voice, "Today, I will join the Great Prophet of the Orc Clan, the leader of the Night Clan, and the Patriarch of the Dwarf Clan. I have come here thousands of miles to save you fellow aliens who have been oppressed and exploited by the evil Holy See!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" the red-armored general hurriedly stopped my words and defended: "What Holy See, what compatriots, we are living well here, why are you going to fight us?"

"You are the leader of the Holy See who has been sent to persecute the alien race, do you dare to deny it?" Poor Dao did not wait for him to talk nonsense, and directly continued: "You are living a good life, but what kind of life are the compatriots of the alien race? They were abducted and sold from their homes by you, and they have gone through hardships and hardships, and they are in danger of life and death. ”

"Their parents are grief-stricken, but you are only interested in making fun of them. You watched them fight for their lives with their compatriots in the gladiatorial arena, you bullied them in the brothels, you bought and sold them like goods, you could eat their meat and drink when you were happy, and torture and kill them for fun when you were unhappy?" asked Poor Dao loudly.

Everything that Poor Dao said was true, and it was Ribat who told us on the march that some nobles here really liked to eat the meat of foreign beauties, and steamed, fried, and grilled everything, and the cruelty of their behavior was simply outrageous.

"Say it yourself, since you came to this city, how many aliens have died here? a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand? How many more aliens do you want to kill before it ends?" asked Poor Dao angrily.

"You, you're talking nonsense!" the Red Armor General was already starting to panic a little when I asked. Under the questioning of the poor road, the surrounding aliens all remembered their painful experience, and glared angrily at the red armor general. It's just that the coercion accumulated by the red armor general for many years is still in their hearts, so no one dares to move for the time being, and I believe that as long as someone starts at this time, it will definitely become a prairie fire.

"Great Prophet, do you think it's okay to ask Ribat to tell his brothers what happened to him?" said the poor Dao with a grin. After all, Ribat is now a member of the Orc Clan, and I can't command it directly, so I asked the Great Prophet to change his mouth.

"Haha, of course!" the Great Prophet immediately understood what I meant, and then said to Ribat: "Son, tell me all the suffering you have suffered, I swear in the honor of the beast god, anyone who dares to persecute the beast clan will become an enemy of the beast clan, and I will make them die without a place to bury!"