While the two sides were secretly playing a psychological game, time passed minute by minute, and changes in the outside world began to appear.....

First of all, there was a cacophony of angry scolding and a series of screams from the whip not far away;

The owners of this scream are all the elites of the clans who were captured in the previous war, and they are also the elders, juniors and other relatives of the clan representatives in the big tent.

The expressions of the clan representatives gradually became ugly, there are so many elites in the 17 clans, and they have already suffered heavy losses in the war before, and if a group dies here, how much voice do they have left in the tribe?

Several horned hoofs except for the shaman were already unconsciously looking at the chief priest with distrustful eyes;

They were already wondering, is this old guy uneasy and kind? Want to take advantage of this opportunity to sweep away the powerful clans of your tribe?

The quiet atmosphere inside the tent made the sounds of the outside world more clear, and the sound of whipping mixed with pushing and scolding, little by little approached the outside of the negotiation tent.

It wasn't long before a hand lifted the curtain on the doorway, and then Drowling's huge body slipped in.

"Commander, thirty captives have been brought, now beheaded?"

"No...."

Hope rose, and the denial of the fangs relieved the hornhoes in an extremely short period of time;

Involuntarily, they had the thought in their minds, 'Maybe the trolls are just bluffing'.

However, the turning point came quite quickly......

"It's all the elite of the hornhoofed dwarves, how can they be allowed to die so silently?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hahaha! Tear down the wall in front of you, and let the dwarves take a good look at how we cut off our heads in the Black Forest. ”

"Understood!"

Drow replied by beating his chest, and when he summoned a few guards into the tent;

When the sergeants entered, their brute force totems lit up, and after they stood apart, they slammed into the walls on either side of the door with their shoulders heavy and inside out.

The trolls vanished after a loud bang, and in their place wisps of sunlight shone obliquely through the large holes in the walls;

After that, the guards who had already crashed out drilled back again, changed to an external one, and came to a collective collision again.

This time, the side of the tent facing the temporary execution ground was basically free of walls;

The thirty horned hoofs who were forced to kneel on the ground outside, in the next moment, clearly reflected the eyes of the hornhoofed attendees who had involuntarily turned back before;

The captives were still dressed in wartime attire, but the armor and costumes that had once been magnificent were now stained with a mixture of dried blood and mud.

Next, under the strong movements of the far-travelers, the horn-hoofed nobles involuntarily pouted their hips and bent over, and pressed their faces against the dirt on the ground;

On each side stood a troll, outstretched his foot and stomping on their heads, pointing his axe at their necks.

The giant tooth looked around at everyone present, and found that the chief priest still had the same expression as before, and his face could not be moved, while the representatives of the clans were full of entanglement and desire to speak at this time.

'Hmph.... It doesn't seem like that's enough....'

Thinking of what the witch doctors had said earlier, Giant Fang once again had more confidence in his heart, so he ordered quite simply,

"Execute it, and show these self-righteous people if I'm a troll who accepts threats."

"Understood! Far Travelers Prepare for Execution! 5, 4....1, cut! ”

As Drowling's countdown ended, a long axe swung downward in graceful arcs......

In the blink of an eye, with the thirty sounds of 'Kacha' and 'Kacha', the heads 'shot' several meters away along the ground under the impact of the blood thrown;

Then, they rolled and approached the side of the tent that had been forcibly opened.

The lifeless faces and corpses that still remained twitching made the faces of the representatives of the clans suddenly turn pale;

They trembled slightly, and cast their hateful gaze on the fangs who had given the order.... and the chief priests, who remained indifferent.

"It seems that our wise chief priest has decided that I am bluffing? It's good, Zhuo Erling! Thirty more horned hooves were planted. ”

"Understood!"

But before Zhuo Erling left again, there was chaos in the venue.....

"Your Excellency, Commander! We're willing to talk! We are willing to hand over the legacy! Don't go on like this.... Chief Priests! You say something!

If this continues, there will be nothing left of the tribe!

”

The representatives of the clan pleaded in Troll, not fluent, in Toulon language.

"Hehe, it's not up to me to decide whether to kill or not, so let's wait and see..... It's almost time for the movement in the city to appear. ”

Giant Tooth didn't say much, just said with a smile.

And as he had said, it was not long before the sound of shouts and cries of weakness came from the direction of the city, and they resounded very clearly in the big tent and in the ears of the representatives of the horned hoof.....

~~~~~

In the city, Daba led more than 400 cavalry from the south of the city to walk the streets and alleys;

Along the way, the trolls broke down the gate one by one, and then pulled out the horned hooves from the inside, and then in the pair of panicked eyes that came out of the left and right corners and between the windows, they brutally gave the order to the head of the owl.

Suddenly, the bloody qi that rushed to the sky began to spread from the south of the city, and as the number of killings expanded, it extended to the north little by little.

Daba searched almost door to door, and watching his compatriots die one after another, it was naturally impossible for the brave horned hooves to wait to be killed;

All the slightly bloody horned hoofs who witnessed this tragic scene mustered up the courage to resist at this time;

However, resistance is powerless after all......

At this time, there were no walls inside and outside the city, and the rebellious horn hooves were quickly suppressed under the butcher's knife.

After that, cut off by the patrols who came on orders, this revolt did not spread very far;

In the distant streets, the people of Toulon, who did not know what was happening, could only tremble in panic and pray that they would not be affected.

As a result, under the impact of the cavalry, the 'riot' came and went quickly, and it was immediately forcibly suppressed, which made it convenient for Daba, allowing him to complete the 'task target' faster.

"Tie the corpse to the horns of the mount! Drag them back! ”

Under Daba's orders, the cavalrymen tied the corpses to the big horns of their mounts with long ropes, and then followed the large army and turned back in the direction of the big tent.

Leaving behind them were the horn-hoofed people who had narrowly escaped the catastrophe, and the blood-stained roads that followed the moose's footsteps.

The loud laughter of the trolls, the 'thump' of the doors and windows they pass by, and the terrorist sounds of the troll patrols tapping their shields, gradually converge into a unique symphony of disaster in a city that has just experienced war and has endured another catastrophe at this time;

It tells the story of how powerless ordinary people are in the face of greedy invaders and the schemes of their own high-tops.....

At this moment, a huge, scroll-like illusory projection appeared out of thin air in the sky above the altar;

It silently 'burned' from the corner in full view of everyone, and disappeared again after burning a tenth of itself.

This scene in the air was transmitted to the negotiation tent very clearly.....

The chief priest and the other shamans knew what this meant...... The slaughter in the city has really been carried out, and the ancestral altar has destroyed a tenth of the tribe's inheritance.

Trolls such as the Giant Fang naturally also saw the projected image of this 'Burning Scroll';

Although they didn't know how it worked, the scene was so vivid that they could guess the meaning of this symbol almost without asking.

The officers did not feel anything of this, and although they were somewhat impressed by the importance of knowledge, they were in any way inferior to the witch doctors;

Therefore, although the officers at this time are also extremely gloomy, they are still a little dismissive in their mentality.....

It's only a tenth, and once the knowledge is burned out, then the Toulon horned hoof species really has no value in the world...... I don't believe they dare to continue to burn.

With such thoughts, the officer group led by Giant Fang had no intention of making concessions at this time.

But the witch doctors in the tent next door really felt their hearts twitching at the moment;

The illusory flame seemed to burn on the tip of their hearts, making the witch doctors feel more pain.

"How dare they! How dare you!

"A young witch doctor had a hideous face, and the anger in his heart could not be overcome.

"What to do? Or take a step back, right? As long as you get the inheritance, you can give in if you should give in to compensation or something? Another witch doctor said anxiously.

"Reparations? Inheritance? Are you dreaming? Once we back down, that's really not to think about getting things in peace! Step back, step back, they can hang us with these things forever! Fifty years? Century? Do we still have to help them develop the Heavenly Plateau? You said!

”

"So what can I do? Just watching the knowledge disappear little by little? Even if we slaughter them all afterwards, we won't gain anything! ”

"Otherwise.... Put negotiations on hold for now? Wait until you get the news from the Speaker? ”

"Doesn't shelving also mean retreating? This is tantamount to saying that we are revealing our purpose! ”

"But now it's almost exposed..."

The seven witch doctors were at this point at their own point, and failed to achieve some kind of overwhelming result of the internal discussion;

The latest news from the headquarters will have to be delivered later tomorrow at the earliest.

As a result, there was a kind of stalemate in the two tents at the same time.....

In the midst of the negotiations, Giant Fang waited for a long time for the new instructions of the witch doctors, and began to make his own plans in his heart.

On the side of the chief priest, although he did not show anything on his face, he was also extremely worried in his heart at this time;

He thought that his determination had been unmistakable, but the caster on the other side still did not show any direct involvement in the negotiations...

Don't they care? That's a tenth of the inheritance....

The chief priests knew that their side had a certain amount of chips, and that their lineage could not withstand a few such 'reciprocal retaliations';

As time goes on, and as the confrontation between the two sides continues to escalate, if this happens a few more times, their value will only get lower and lower;

And in the end, what you have to face may be to be completely killed by angry trolls and unscrupulous.....

'Perhaps.... Should I be properly convinced? ’

Thinking so, the chief priest let out a low sigh, feeling deeply helpless for the weakness of the Toulon tribe.

He collected his thoughts, looked up at Giant Tooth and said,

"A powerful commander from the Black Forest, the Toulon tribe is just a weak tribe..... What we ask for is not high, we only hope that the people of the Black Forest, who are as great as your ministry and as kind as the people of the Black Forest, will give us some mercy in terms of compensation. ”

"We already know the demands of the Black Forest, and the suzerainty of Toulon can agree with them, but can the Black Forest also assume the corresponding obligations?"

Giant Fang casually raised his chin at him, motioning for the chief priest to continue.

"For example... Leave a little way for our people to live, and not to create new hatred in the making of treaties; ”

"We are not going to talk about the truth of the 'loss of labor' mentioned by your ministry, but we just want to ask your ministry to verify the specific amount again and relax some compensation conditions appropriately;"

"In addition, there is the issue of war reparations..... We are willing to make reparations, but to pay in your Ministry's currency, and for such a large amount, would cause great confusion in our own production; ”

"In such a situation, it is really a matter that does not realize your goals and will put our people in difficulties in their livelihoods, so can we be allowed to pay in kind?"

"Moreover, you must also know about the production damage caused by this war, so the starting point for the settlement of this compensation ..... In view of this difficulty, can you give me a few years of grace? Once we get over this crisis, we will certainly shoulder our share of responsibility. ”

"Under this premise, whether it is knowledge or inheritance, we are willing to do our best to satisfy your department.... For example, some of them will be handed over first, and the rest will be handed over in batches over the next hundred years....."

'Stomping... Stomping...'

Before the chief priest's words had fallen, the hooves of the moose herd sounded again, and unlike the 'crisp and crisp' feeling of the previous departure, this time they sounded a little dragged.....

The chief priest stopped talking for a moment and looked back subconsciously;

At this glance, what caught the eye was the bright red that spread all the way from afar, and the extremely miserable corpses reflected in the eyes......

The chief priest suddenly felt a feeling of dizziness in his mind, and his chest seemed to be choked with a breath, and he couldn't express it.