Because the reconstruction of the camp was entrusted to the infantry regimental soldiers, the slaves were able to build the mines at full strength. Orc slaves are indeed much more capable than Terran slaves, and judging from the efficiency of mining these days, it is at least about 1.5-2 times that of Terran slaves. And such good slaves, Isaac suggested that they should only be half-fed, and this proposal was immediately rejected by Myron.

Fang Tian Continent's way of treating slaves has always been harsh, usually if they don't give them enough food, they may even be executed at will. However, Myron has a new policy towards slaves, that is, not only can they eat enough, but they will also have meat to eat regularly. This kind of treatment is unimaginable for slaves, so after half a month, the slaves not only did not lose weight, but became more robust. The most incredible thing is that there was not a single incident of slave disturbance during this period.

"Slaves do not necessarily make trouble when they are full, slaves are also life, and since they have no freedom, they will naturally crave something else, and it will be extra important to be fed. As long as they feel that they are living a good life, at least better than the slaves in other places, then they will not make trouble casually. Those who dare to resist are usually oppressed and cornered. It's a death anyway, so it's better to make a fuss. "Myron has a very thorough grasp of the psychology of slaves, and every word is bloody, and every sentence is heart-wrenching.

"Boss, there's a slave dead in the mine. "Since the end of this battle, many soldiers have changed the title of Myron from regimental commander to boss, and it seems that they want to develop in the direction of occupying the mountain as king. However, Myron thought about it, and he did occupy a mountain, which is simply vivid.

Naturally, now was not the time to think about the title, so Myron and Isaac hurriedly followed the soldier to the scene of the incident. When Myron arrived at the scene, there were several slaves talking to each other.

"How did he die?" Myron asked, turning to the slaves.

The slaves didn't say anything for a long time, because the dead slave acted alone, so others didn't see the specific death process.

"The deceased did not appear to have any external injuries, and there were no signs of a fight or collapse at the scene. So......" Myron did not rush close to the deceased, but just carefully observed from a distance.

In fact, it wasn't just Myron, because this person died rather bizarrely, there was no one at the scene who tried to get close to the deceased at all. The slaves whispered evil spirits and demons in the back. Of course, this is also the reason why the scene is full of Terran slaves, and if there were orc slaves, they may not be so stable.

"So you've deduced something?" asked Isaac curiously.

"Not really!" Myron's reply was forceful.

"Then what are you pretending to be deep here? Get out of the way, I'll take a look. Isaac almost rolled his eyes.

"I'd better go, you guys stay away. Myron was infected by Isaac's sudden burst of courage and took the initiative to take on the task.

"Okay, then you should go, I'm just talking. Isaac replied shamelessly.

Myron was caught off guard by Isaac's hair, and there seemed to be a faint feeling of broken eggs from below. But on second thought, they really didn't need to risk their lives, just find a slave to take a look.

"You go and see what's going on. Myron said, pointing to a slave.

The slave was still muttering something like "you don't want to go by yourself", but when the soldiers behind him drew their swords, they honestly went to check the corpse.

As the slave flipped the corpse of the deceased, Myron's gaze followed the corpse. The body did not have any external injuries, nor did it have any facial reactions resembling poisoning. But his eyes were wide open, as if he had been frightened before he died. "Was it scared to death?" Myron thought.

He seemed to have something in his hand, and he took it out and looked at it. Isaac said, pointing to the slave's hand.

When the slave heard this, he broke the hand of the deceased, and what he held in his hand was a silver-white statue. Although the statue is small, the workmanship is very surprising, showing the image of a beautiful woman to the fullest.

At the same time as seeing the statue, the slave's spirit seemed to be in a trance, and his right hand grabbed at the statue as if it were uncontrollable. Not only this slave, but other people were also affected by this mental disturbance at the same time, but because they were far away, the degree of impact was not so severe.

"Wait, don't touch the statue. Myron seemed to realize something, and suddenly said loudly. It's just that his words seem to be a little late, and the slave is already holding the statue in his hand by this time.

After holding the statue, the slave's eyes suddenly widened, just like the deceased just now, and his face became extremely hideous in an instant, even if he tried to open his mouth, he could not make a sound. In less than 1 second, the slave had already lost his life.

However, the matter was not over, and the dozen or so people at the scene, except for Myron, all took an uncontrollable step forward, as if they were completely unaware of the danger. Myron wasn't undisturbed, but his mental power was very strong, so he only regained consciousness in an instant. However, it was such a short moment that made Myron have a splitting headache. This is also the reason why he perceives the danger in time.

It's too late to say this, and Myron thinks it's all about running for her life right now. He didn't care about anyone else, and turned around to leave here with Isaac. As he turned, the slaves in front of him began to fall to the ground. When Myron was about to push Isaac away, he suddenly felt a powerful spiritual force invade his body and hit his brain. Then he lost control of his body and fell directly to the ground.

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In a chaotic world, a silvery-white tiger is constantly biting at the viscous mist around it. With each tear of mist, it opens its mouth and swallows them into its belly, and each breath of mist makes the tiger's body stronger or its color more condensed.

"It hurts. It hurts. It was as if the soul had been torn apart. Myron was awakened by this heart-rending pain, and was greeted by the scattered mist and the silver-white tiger. Every time he felt pain, it was because the tiger tore through a piece of mist again and swallowed it.

"Where am I, what is it doing?" Myron, who had just woken up, was still slow to react, and if it weren't for the pain, he wouldn't have woken up so soon.

The Tiger ignored Myron's presence and continued to tear at the viscous mist. As the tiger grew, so did the frequency with which he devoured the mist.

"I'm Li Yifeng, no, no, I'm Myron. I just got hit in the body by the statue and woke up and was here. As much as it hurt, Myron didn't think about doing anything. In other words, Myron doesn't have a body now, and he can't seem to do anything.

At this moment, the silver-white tiger suddenly let out a long roar, and then spat out a huge ball of light from its mouth, directly dispersing a large area of mist. Immediately after, he opened his mouth and sucked it hard, only to see the scattered mist flying towards the tiger's mouth little by little, gradually converging into a torrent of mist.

The tiger's body gradually increased as this air flow entered, as if it was pumping.

"Ahh For every minute that these fogs weakened, his soul weakened a little.

Myron was about to shred the tiger when the fog around him suddenly turned into two huge arms and grabbed at the tiger. However, the tiger was extremely agile, easily jumping onto one arm and tearing it apart with a hard bite. "Whew," the tiger let out a demonstrative roar.

Although the teacher was not good, Myron seemed to have mastered the trick, and his other arm quickly retreated, and then suddenly transformed into a dragon. The dragon's eyes were fixed on the silver-white tiger, and then a fierce breath of dragon breath spewed at it.

Not to be outdone, the silver-white tiger jumped high and transformed into a relatively petite two-headed dragon in the sky, playing with ice and fire. Although a lot of the mist belonging to Myron's spirit body was swallowed up, the remaining amount was still huge. It's just that this intruder is really powerful, he will transform into a dragon at one time, and he will transform into a titan at the other, and he will fight tigers and tigers.

The intruder seems to have almost invincible combat skills, although there is only one individual, but in the face of the five dragons that pounce at the same time, he still does not fall behind, he seems to know the weakness of all creatures, as long as he catches the slightest opportunity, he will give the opponent a fatal blow. As the invaders grow stronger, it is only a matter of time before Myron is completely wiped out.

The battle is getting more and more intense, Myron's thinking is becoming more and more active, and there are more ways to deal with it. With the defeat of giant creatures such as dragons and titans, Myron began to put his troops on the relatively small elven archers with high attack power. Myron can only control 5 dragons at the same time, but she can control 100 elven archers at the same time. Their first salvo finally wounded the two-headed black dragon that the invaders had just transformed.

The black dragon's injured body was scattered in the air, absorbed by the surrounding mist, and Myron felt as if a warm current was swimming in his soul, giving him an indescribable pleasure. And the injured black dragon was not to be outdone, it smashed down with a meteor shower, killing these elves in an instant.

The war has continued until now, and Myron's devoured soul power has exceeded half, in other words, it has exceeded the complete spiritual power of an ordinary person. If it weren't for Myron's spiritual power twice that of ordinary people, he would have died completely in this battle by now.