The night attack ended, and the Tooth won at a very small cost, and escorted the captives on their way back.

Upon returning to the tribe, the question of what to do with the captives became an annoying one.

At first, Blade Fang just held the simple idea that the more people the better, and naturally wanted to turn it all into his own people;

But on closer thought, he found that it might be difficult to achieve.

Today, the tribe's 'population' has reached more than 3,000 people, but nearly one-third of them are the contributions of the new Nomen and Finai.

Even, if you count the 'population' in the prime of life, this ratio can even reach the extent of 1.1 to 1; The number of trolls in the prime of the headquarters is only less than 0.1 proportional advantage.

And because of the time factor, the absorption effect of the 'human' population of the two external departments of the headquarters is still very preliminary.

To this day, they can't even speak the renovated language of their headquarters;

In terms of centripetal force, you can also see a rough idea from the previous behavior, which is not very cohesive.

Through this war, the tribe captured more than 1,200 tribal trolls, most of whom were prime and sub-adult 'population'.

If all of them were to be taken over to the tribe, the exaggerated ratio of old to new would make Bladefang feel quite uneasy.

Thus, another plan naturally came into his mind - can these captives be turned into slaves?

But this idea was rejected after only a few spins in my head.

On the one hand, it is the heart of the blade that rejects the act of enslavement of the same kind;

On the other hand, it is the constraints of the real environment that make slavery have no soil for survival.

If the tribe's mode of production is indeed based on land labor.

In that case, do you have to grit your teeth and choose to give up the untimely persistence in your heart? It may be his struggle for a long time afterward.

After all, slavery can also be regarded as natural selection under certain production conditions, and putting them in anklets and arranging to work in the fields, even if the production efficiency is low, is enough to obtain excess output beyond rations, isn't it?

But the only thing that seems to be linked to the 'farming' of the tribe today is the cultivation of fruit trees, but the problem is that it simply cannot absorb too much labor in this productive activity.

The care of the fruit trees on weekdays can be completed by the old men, children, and pregnant women of the tribe, and the harvest season will be busy, but there is no need for so many slaves to pick.

In contrast, the productive activity that requires the most labor is hunting;

But hunting requires weapons, and if you give it badly, you may not be able to produce as much as the slaves themselves eat, at least they must be given decent weapons to make a profit.

But if a slave has weapons, can he still be a slave? Isn't this a disguised distribution, a sling used to hang yourself?

In addition, there are also the emotions of the tribal people who have to take into account.

The trolls are certainly a race with big hearts, and in the previous succession of great victories, they have gradually erased their hatred;

But who knows if pulling so many 'hating trolls' into the tribe at one time and giving them the same identity will create some unknown moths.

In short, under these concerns, the council chamber made a seemingly compromise plan - all the female trolls were left behind, and the male trolls let the three be redeemed with sufficient compensation.

The reason is that the witch doctors believe that females are more valuable to the tribe under the same conditions, and that they can bring more native population to the tribe.

After being able to eat enough, the male troll now thinks about sowing seeds every day, but there are only so many fertile females in the tribe, and a large number of seeds are ineffective for objective reasons.

If you increase the number of female trolls, won't this part of the seed have a good place?

In this regard, Blade Tooth didn't know what to say, the benefits were obvious, and the disadvantages were not thought of for the time being..... In that case, let's do it first.

After the adoption of this resolution, the question of 'what compensation to require' naturally became the next issue.

"Let them give food ......"

"Let them hand over all the female ....."

"In addition to the females, we also have to hand over all the young children to us....."

"Sanbu is too far away from us, how can we receive food?"

"It's just that the meat that comes back stinks."

"Yes, it's better for everyone to take a step back and live together peacefully in the future....."

"Idiot! Was the sacrifice of the tribe in vain? They should be completely conquered and turn the three sweepers into our hunting grounds....."

"You're stupid! It's not realistic at all, have you thought about distance! It will take nearly two months to come and go, who will hunt for you? ”

"Stupid...... Fool...."

"You're just...."

"Stupid guy ....."

'Bell, bell'

The sound of the hammer sounding at the right time, and the blade fangs, who couldn't listen to it, interrupted the 'speech' of several apprentices, and said impatiently,

"Don't insult each other, if anyone has another invalid speech, I'll kick him out!"

"Yes . . . I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Speaker. ”

"I'm sorry...."

"This time it's just a warning, go ahead."

Blade, who has stepped down as 'dictator', still sits in the speaker's seat and presides over the discussion, listening to the participants taking turns to speak, while thinking about his own plan.

After two rounds of exchanges, the apprentices and probationary members of the House of Representatives expressed their opinions, but the witch doctors were relatively quiet.

The character of the witch doctor generally pursues rationality and prudence, and he can't think of a random and immature opinion, and he rarely speaks with a frown on his brow from beginning to end.

In this way, let alone a conclusion, even a bill that can enter the voting process has not appeared for a long time.

Bladefang looked up, looked at the sky from the roof light, and looked around to see the witch doctors.

None of them seemed to have any intention of speaking, so they had to come by themselves.

"I have a few ideas, let's listen to them first, and then add them if you have any questions."

The trolls' eyes were attracted by his voice, and there were several percent of the attendees, and they even showed expressions of relief, which made Blade Fang's mood quite complicated.

He shook his head, relieved himself with the words 'everyone is still immature, it is normal to behave like this', and began to state his opinion.

When Blade Tooth speaks in the council chamber, he always habitually expresses his thought process and logic at the same time.

This is to help them better understand their own ideas;

On the other hand, there is also a plan to cultivate the ability of trolls to think independently.

Although he is not a politician or policy expert, he still knows more or less than these trolls, so he naturally has to take on more of the role of 'guide'.

"First, the issue of the ratio of the number of old and new mouths discussed before, if left unchecked, may have hidden dangers; Therefore, it is not advisable to absorb a large number of mature laborers in a short period of time without restraint. ”

"Second, the hunting grounds and tribes of the three divisions are too far away from us, and it may not be realistic to operate directly like the two hunting stations in the north."

"Thirdly, the beast tide of the Black Forest.... That is, the question of 'punishment in the Black Forest', which was discussed a long time ago, and we still do not have a detailed conclusion.

"Does 'punishment' exist? Is it a natural factor, or is it a supernatural influence? To what extent does the number of mouths reach and what is the standard of 'destruction' of the forest before 'natural punishment' or 'supernatural intervention' comes? ”

"We can't be too eager to expand without a valid answer."

"But the number of mouths is what we need, and the food is what we need, and the tribe can't stop developing for the sake of a legend that is uncertain whether it is true or not."

"So, we had to find a viable alternative."

"I have a preliminary idea of this."

"First of all, there is the river; secondly, it is a riverside stronghold that can achieve self-protection and have a certain reserve capacity; Finally, there is the river capacity. ”

"The White River and the Black River are natural roads, as long as we have enough river transportation capacity, and cooperate with the new transfer stations along the way, we can radiate the influence of the tribe as much as possible."

"Larger, troll-friendly ships; The new garrison has been calculated, the appropriate number of refrigerator trees within the garrison, and the corresponding security forces. ”

"It will be an important prerequisite for achieving this goal."

"Everyone must know the information about the key point of this invasion, the 'Gabi Division', right?"

The trolls nodded their heads, the ins and outs of this invasion had been known through interrogation, and the role played by the 'Gabby' was naturally clear to them.