The gray dwarf Dasher had obviously anticipated what Roy was going to say, and there was no surprise on his face when he heard Roy's words.

He stepped back quietly, put one hand on the barrel, and said loudly to Roy:

"Mine owner, in fact, if you are not satisfied with something, we can negotiate, you can't even give us a chance! It's ...... unreasonable."

The gray dwarf kept approaching the low mine behind him, this time Dasher was too careless, and walked out of the safe distance of the mine, he wanted to make up for this distance quietly, but the dark moon elf warriors lurking in the shadows had already taken a step behind Dasher.

When a dagger was held against Dasher's throat, Dasher had no idea of struggling.

An arm held Darscher's neck tightly, Darscher was a gray dwarf, he was born with no neck, and the muscles in his shoulders were as hard as iron, and this choke was of little use to a sturdy gray dwarf.

Two half-blood elves standing behind Roy ran up and tied Dasher's wrists with twine.

At the same time, the two brothers, Marandor and Magddy, were also held to their necks with long swords by the Darkmoon Elf warriors, and the three gray dwarves were honestly tied up by the elven warriors.

"Take us inside." Roy pointed to the dwarven mine full of traps ahead and said to Dasher.

There was a struggle on Dasher's face, but the pain caused by the sharp object in his neck made him immediately sober up, and he scolded angrily: "You are a devil" and kept silent.

Roy walked over and reached out and slapped Darscher's rough cheek twice.

"Don't be so impulsive, it won't help you in a bad situation, and it might even be worse." After Roy finished speaking, he motioned for Dasher to go ahead.

Entering the dwarven mine, there are all kinds of traps set inside.

The gray dwarves in the mine have run out to dig gem mines, and many traps and traps need to be controlled by dwarves in the mines, but now the control positions in the mines are empty, and Roy and the Darkmoon Elves and Half-Blood Elf warriors easily killed them to the end of the mine, in front of a bunker.

It's hard to imagine that the Grey Dwarf would have the whimsical idea to build a bunker in a mine, and it would look like it.

Elder Ampton stood at the entrance to the bunker, behind him a group of grey dwarven warriors, only a dozen of them.

They were shirtless, with pickaxes and stone hammers in their hands, but the half-blood elven warriors on the opposite side drew their alloy bows one after another, and the sharp arrows glittered in the light of the lanterns.

The height of the dwarven mine is only one and a half meters, and Roy has to bend his waist to pass through, and when he comes to the front of the bunker, this side is a little more spacious.

Elder Ampton didn't do anything stupid, he didn't let the gray dwarf behind him resist desperately, but chose to be captured.

The half-blood elven warrior rushed forward and tied up all the gray dwarves with ropes.

Roy walked around the dwarven bunker and found that the bunker was quite delicately decorated, with stone tables, stone chairs, stone beds and fireplaces, everything was in the style of the dwarves, rough and rustic.

The plates on the table were piled with dried mushrooms, and there was a faint smell of wine in the glasses.

When all the grey dwarves in the bunker surrendered, Roy sat down on a stone chair and said to Captain Timothy, "You can move over there." ”

Timothy hurriedly left the dwarf bunker with all the Dark Moon Elf warriors, and the Dark Moon Elves in the second mine were ready, and the Dark Moon Elf overseers who supervised the gray dwarves digging gem mines in the shadows, cooperated with the Dark Moon Elf warriors, and easily captured all the gray dwarves who were digging gem mines.

Roy's operation took less than an hour from start to finish.

Nearly one hundred and sixty gray dwarves were gathered in the natural cave, and dozens of horse lanterns hung around them, illuminating the entire cave hall.

A group of gray dwarves had humiliated and angry expressions on their faces, and some even shouted, "Damn it, you untrustworthy elves! ”

Roy grimaced, staring at the gray dwarves who were still unconvinced after being caught.

They have the reckless, irritable and irritable temper of the dwarves, as well as the cunning, greed and mercenary greed of the gray dwarves, and even if their hands are tied, they still dare to curse loudly.

The half-blood elven warriors standing behind them kicked the restless gray dwarves down, and the cave was finally quiet.

Roy rubbed his face, he couldn't back down at this time, and he couldn't have any mercy.

If he wants to establish a new system in the second mine, this step must be taken......

Roy jumped on a boulder and shouted to a group of grey dwarf captives:

"It's always been a place that isn't subject to any laws."

The caverns were buzzing with his voice, and his voice drowned out everyone, and even the noisy gray dwarf captives fell silent.

Roy continued:

"As I walk through this dark mine, the first thing that comes to mind is the elves who have been bullied by you."

"I know that many of you are from the Queen Ivanie Islands, where you robbed Cana, elves, and human merchant ships, and you were sent here as prisoners of war, and you need to spend the rest of your lives to atone for the sins you committed in the first half of your life."

"But you're still restless in this mine, and I made a deal with you to exchange the gem mine for rum."

"I have given you the utmost trust and respect, allowing you to dig up gem ore anywhere in the mine, and you have traded my gem mine for my rum for a little physical effort, but how do you do it?"

“…… Shoddy? ”

“…… Doping with waste ore to deceive me? ”

"Is this how you treat a new mine owner who trusts you so much that he is willing to give you a good wine?"

"If you can do such a thing, there must be someone behind you."

"This time...... I'm going to publicly execute this dishonest gray dwarf here! ”

"Bring Elder Ampton up......"

As Roy said this, Elder Ampton was pushed in front of Roy with a big tie, and the two Darkmoon Elf warriors put their feet on Elder Ampton's legs.

With a 'poof', Elder Ampton knelt on the rock, his eyes wide as he struggled to his feet.

The gray dwarves immediately rushed forward in a group of excited spirits, and although they were tied with ropes, they still struggled as sharp as bulls.

Many of the gray dwarves had swollen veins in their necks, and their faces were flushed.

Roy said loudly:

"I will not be angry with all the gray dwarves for this, but if you want to rush forward and be punished with your Elder Ampton, then take three steps forward, and you may kneel under the stage and go with Elder Ampton to your ancestors."

Roy's voice was a little harsh.

The gray dwarf who was struggling the most had already rushed in front of Elder Ampton, and Vice Captain Tannison followed behind him, and without hesitation, the horn-sharp knife in his hand slashed directly into the gray dwarf's neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The gray dwarf didn't even cry out in pain, and fell to the ground with his hands over his wounds.

Someone died, and the gray dwarves immediately stopped, and everyone looked at their compatriots in horror in a pool of blood.

How noisy it used to be, how quiet it is now.

Roy said to Captain Timothy, "Execution! ”

Captain Timothy blankly drew the elven sword at his waist and walked up to Elder Ampton, placing the tip of his sword against Elder Ampton's throat.

Elder Ampton's skin took on a rocky glow.

It is said that the older the dwarf, the tougher the skin.

It's just that at this moment, his face has turned purple, his body trembles uncontrollably, and the stubbornness, violence, and strength on his face have all come to naught, turning into a pitiful pleading color.

Captain Timothy glanced up at Roy, then turned his head to look at the gray dwarves behind him, and with a slight force on his wrist, the tip of the sword pierced Elder Ampton's throat, and then stabbed into his chest, directly cutting several heart tubes, and a large amount of blood splattered outward along the neck wound.

Elder Ampton's face was distorted by pain and fear, his eyes widened, and blood foamed from his mouth and nose.

He fell to the stone platform, only a few convulsions before moving, blood staining almost the entire stone platform.

Roy jumped off the stone platform, and he strode over to the gray dwarves,

"Who else wants to openly speak out against this execution, can stand up now, and I will give you a minimum of decency!"

In the face of Roy's aggressiveness, the gray dwarves woke up from their fear, and all the gray dwarves took two steps back, and none of the gray dwarves had the courage to die calmly.

Roy stopped, and said loudly to the black gray dwarf in front of him:

"Very well, since everyone has expressed their approval of my decision with their actions. So ......"

"From now on, everyone! As the owner of the second mine, I need you to fully obey the management system of the mine: ten hours of mining a day, one day of rest for every six days of work, and no less than six pieces of ore per person per day......"

"Of course, if you don't complete the Dailies, you will be warned the first time, and you will be whipped the second time, and I don't think anyone wants to experience a third punishment."

A flock of gray dwarves was silent.

They knew very well that the freest time in the mine was gone.

……

After disposing of the gray dwarf bandits, Roy put the half-blood elven warriors in custody for a while, and then summoned the Darkmoon Elf overseers in the second mine to gather all the overseers together.

Roy counted them, and there were nearly fifty Darkmoon Elf overseers.

On average, there is one Darkmoon Elf overseer for every three gray dwarf miners.

Roy admonished the Darkmoon Elf overseers:

"You have to manage these gray dwarves as separately as possible, you can divide them into three camps first, the basic living materials I provide to them cannot be deducted, they are miners, and they need physical strength to mine......

“…… As the overseer of the gray dwarves, you need to know the physical condition of these gray dwarf miners, and I estimate that each of you can get three dwarven miners, and if they accidentally die, it means that you are also unemployed. ”

Anyway, Roy made a lot of requests to the Darkmoon Elves.

"Got it."

These Darkmoon Elves are trapped in the mines, and if they don't work as overseers, they can only pick up pickaxes and go to mine, and no one likes to mine......

(End of chapter)