"Hehe.... If you calculate the old decay, it will take about three hundred years..."

'Bang! “

A large axe flew past his skull, cutting deep into the wall behind him;

All the horns and hooves present were in a cold sweat, and only the chief priest showed that although he was submissive, his eyes were always quiet.

"Old thing.... Are you kidding us? ”

Daba's right hand kept an axe-throwing stance, his eyes were full of blue bloodshot in anger, and his muscles were tensed up, as if he was about to jump to the opposite side at any time to kill.

This time, Giant Fang didn't say anything to stop him, just stared at the other side in the same way.

"Your Excellency the Cavalry Commander seems to have some misunderstanding, the old man has no intention of fooling you, outside the big tent is more than 2,000 Black Forest troops who can crush the city at any time, how dare the old man do this?"

"But what about the situation.... If this is really the case, can you allow the decay to tell you about it carefully? ”

"Say!"

"The influx of rice money will cause chaos for a long time, which will weaken the production efficiency of our Toulon department, for one thing;"

"Writing an apology and putting all the blame for the war on the Toulon ministry will also hurt the enthusiasm of the people, and it will also weaken our productivity, which is the second thing;"

"The destroyed acres of fields outside the city, the old decay has already gone to see it, and the land has infiltrated a strange grease that my ministry has never seen, and anyone who has been trampled on by your department... Please forgive the old man's faux pas, the word 'punishment' in the troll language should be used here, it is the old man's mistake.... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. ”

Under the dark faces of the trolls, the old shaman got up and bowed and apologized with great sincerity before sitting back and continuing,

If special means are not used to remove pollution, the land that "has been 'punished' by your ministry in everything" will not be able to be cultivated and harvested normally for at least ten years; ”

"For the clans and people to whom the land belongs, this is undoubtedly a catastrophe..... It will inevitably make them lose the desire to work, which is the third. ”

"We really appreciate your promise to allow us to pay all the indemnity clauses in installments;"

"But the 150-year-old and 300-year uncapped period of compensation, and the huge interest that comes with it, will make our people perceive a heavy debt burden, and a huge debt that may not be repaid for generations..."

"I want to.... This will make them lose the joy of life, lose the desire to work, and the whole tribe will sink in the prospect of a hopeless future. ”

"The above four points are the problems that the Toulon Ministry may encounter in the future in terms of compensation......

"Of course, we don't mean that we want to pay the bill, but we want you to have a relatively objective understanding of our difficulties;"

"And we, the shamans and the high-ranking clansmen, in order to make compensation to your ministry and fulfill our obligations, whether it is for the people or for you, we will inevitably spend a lot of time to manage many things of the tribe and inspire the people's confidence in the future..."

"For example, the 'soil cleanup' mentioned earlier requires at least a few shamans to cast spells day and night for a few days to restore a small piece of land to normal, and the land that has been 'punished' by you this time is not only thousands of 'small pieces'? ”

"In addition, the population needs to be pacified and production needs to be restored..... After comprehensively considering these many circumstances, Lao Yu cautiously set the number of 'three hundred years'. ”

After the old shaman's voice fell, he still maintained a humble posture, but the scene fell silent.

The hornhoofs who had come with him understood his intentions, and now they were secretly happy and apprehensive, and they lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the reaction of the other side, only the heavy breathing of the trolls lingered in their ears.

"What to do? He seems to have made up his mind to trade our legacy for our concessions.... There is not even a guarantee of how much will be handed over. ”

Next door, one of the seven witch doctors who had been on the lookout from beginning to end, spoke softly.

"Isn't the old thing afraid that we will storm the altar?" A witch doctor wondered.

"The more than half of the caster's power retained on the altar may not have been used against us in the first place.... In other words, it is indeed targeted, but the method may be different from what we imagined, and it may not be used to completely destroy their heritage..."

"If that's the case, it means that our needs have been clearly exposed in front of their eyes, and it seems that there is a bit of trouble....."

"What then? Ignore everything and attack directly? You can get as much as you want..... I felt pain in my flesh when I said this, and I guess the rest of the witch doctors in the headquarters wouldn't want to. ”

"So what to do, do you really have to back down? But what if they have to make inches and keep dragging their feet and not willing to give? Or even use this as a threat, opening your mouth to ask us for more things? ”

"Hehe, isn't that the other way around? We, as the victors, have to pay more? How can there be such a reason..."

"But now, it seems to be the case....."

"Let's let the Giant Fang ask them for their true purpose, supplemented by a certain threat of force.... For the rest, send a letter to the speaker and let them decide. ”

"You can kill a batch first, otherwise you won't be scared...."

"It's okay..."

"Recognition...."

After the discussion, the voices of the witch doctors rang in the ears of the Great Fang again....

~~~~~~

"Old thing, patience in the Black Forest is limited .... But I still want to hear, what exactly do you want? Giant Fang resisted the urge to flip the table, and patiently opened his mouth to ask.

Truth be told, if it weren't for the fact that the witch doctors needed that knowledge, and he himself vaguely understood their importance..... At this time, it was impossible for the giant tooth to say such a shameful question.

Hearing his words, the old shaman secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, knowing that he had made the right bet..... Compared with many other conditions, 'knowledge and inheritance' is the real goal of these barbarians, and they will definitely be able to leverage more chips.

'Fortunately.... They are not really brutes, and they understand the importance of knowledge...."

Thinking so, he apologized and said again,

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Black Forest, it's not what we want, we really want to complete your ..... from the bottom of our hearts."

"Old fellow .... I warn you once more not to say this nonsense in front of me. Giant Fang interrupted as he banged on the table in front of him.

The anger in his heart was already overflowing, and the rest of the officers sitting there were not far behind, and Daba had even held the remaining giant axe in his hand and was charging his strength in the open.....

"Old thing, that damn 'knowledge' is something that the witch doctors in the headquarters want by name.... But remember, this is not the headquarters, the command of the expeditionary force is in my hands! If you say a word of nonsense, this commander would rather be punished by the council when he returns, and set foot in your filthy city with a lot of wind and leaks first! ”

"I'm a reckless man, a real brute, and I prefer blood and fire to that 'knowledge..... So, old thing, you can talk before you think about it, don't force me to really do it. ”

"I may be punished, but to die is to be stripped of command and beaten again! But what about you? I'm telling you! You're all going to die! Dead and dead!

”

The intimidating power of the Fang's words somewhat made the old shaman doubt his judgment.

But even so, in order for the follow-up negotiations to go on as he wished, the old shaman still said forcefully,

“.... Presumably, the Lords of the Spellcasters in the next tent will not let you come to your senses. ”

"Hehe, did you already know they existed?" The giant tooth smiled disdainfully, and did not say another threatening word, but looked directly into the eyes of the old shaman, and said word by word,

"Daba, go and gather all the cavalry;"

"Understood!"

Although he didn't expect the order to be given to him, Daba still got up and responded;

With that, he sneered and walked behind the old shaman, pulled the giant axe he had thrown from the wall, and then walked straight out of the tent.

As he was about to leave the door, he turned his head to reveal a bloodthirsty smile and grinned,

"Hornhoe dwarves, Daba doesn't want this meeting to end smoothly, because then.... Where should Daba go on a killing spree? Hahahaha!

！ ”

The moment he laughed out and went out, Tooth's next command came to Daba's ears again.

"Daba!"

"In!"

"When you are ready, go into the city and kill five hundred hornhoofs, and then come back to me with their heads."

"Yes! Commander Atmosphere! ”

"Then let's see if the witch doctors who accompany the army will stop me, and if they can stop me?"

Giant Fang learned from the appearance of Nesta in his memory, and continued to tap the table with one finger to create pressure, and his eyes stared directly into the eyes of the chief priest.

Outside the tent, the sound of moose hooves was quickly heard, and it didn't take long for it to fade away.....

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Commander, Your Excellency the Wisdom Spellcaster next door, the Ancestral Altar is ready.... Once there is a misunderstanding about the resumption of war, they will start destroying the inheritance, which is not only our loss..."

The chief priest looked at the wall between him and the next door, hoping that one of the seven would come out to stop the reckless man and the other outside.

But no, the witch doctors didn't stop them, but the fangs spoke again.....

"Very good, another nonsense..... Drow listen to orders! ”

"In!" The female troll stood up and responded.

"Order! The Far Traveler immediately killed thirty captives of various clans! ”

"Understood!"

After receiving the order, the more reserved Drow did not threaten like Daba, but turned around and left the camp.

Seeing this, the chief priest did not say anything more, he did not really want to provoke the reckless man, but for the sake of 'initiative', he was not prepared to compromise on this.

Five hundred people only.... No, it's not, the loss was enough to make his heart ache, but in order not to pay any more, the old shaman decided to keep waiting.

The relationship between the pros and cons of gain and loss is complicated, and he does not trust the caster of the other party, and will really risk the loss of knowledge, and let these big-headed soldiers follow his temperament.

Let's see, see who can hold out to the end....