"This is a transgression that is not officially recognized by the High Elves." Drow replied succinctly.

And after Drow's analysis of the High Elves' policies from all kinds of black history to erosion, David finally understood:

If the High Elves ransom them back, it would be tantamount to recognizing the legitimacy of this military operation of these elves in disguise.

Wouldn't this military operation be legal, but wouldn't that mean that they had admitted that their High Elves had openly invaded the territory of the Crimson Calamity?

Isn't this tantamount to blatantly giving this crazy red dragon an excuse to take revenge on them?

No elf would dare to repeat the Crimson Plague of eight years ago, especially since it would most likely burn directly to their native Devensel......

At that time, it may not be called the Crimson Calamity.

It's "Scorched Earth", "Elven Tears" and "Defending Devinsell".

No one can afford this kind of crime that is enough to dig up the 180 generations of ancestors and whip the corpses repeatedly.

No one dares to take responsibility, and naturally no one dares to claim these elven prisoners of war, let alone prepare any ransom.

At this moment, I am afraid that the family members of these high elves have already received the notice and ran to the back door of the logistics department, tearfully queuing up to receive the exercise accident pension, and signed the hush agreement......

“...... Wardefake! ”

David, who learned the cause and effect, suddenly had a sense of fucking up a goblin.

This kind of expectation loss made him feel like he was interested in playing a strategy game to open a second mine in the early stage, but because of the double-line operation, there was a little monster who didn't die A, and when he reacted, he had already exploded the sub-base he had just put down.

"Then what's the use of me keeping you?!! Who's going to answer me? ”

David's roar was full of rage, and all the High Elves immediately trembled.

I'm afraid that the next sentence of this furious red dragon will be the tyrant's words of 'let them dig a pit and bury it themselves'.

Fortunately, David is now more and more comfortable with his emotions.

Especially the emotion of anger.

Because of the benefits of rage, it can be more incarnated at critical times to 'weaken the group control of the taunt'.

So now, most of the time David is venting his inner anger, and then returning to the same after brushing out the [Rage] entry, as he is now.

But the reason for this is known to no one but himself.

But a moody red dragon that turned its face faster than a book made these high elves feel even more frightened.

Immediately, some elves could not bear the torture of being repeatedly ravaged mentally, and knelt down and prayed:

"I can sing, dance, and master thirty-six musical instruments......"

David, a reckless man of dragons, scoffed at these 'arts'.

But seeing that the other party was the first to surrender, he immediately moved his claws and commanded Zhuoer on the side:

"This one will be taken into custody first, and you will be treated like an elven prisoner of war."

As soon as David's words were finished, the scene fell silent.

The High Elf, who had already surrendered, looked even more desperate, and immediately grabbed the ground with his head, as if he was planning to drown himself directly in the sand.

was dragged out by Drow, and the unkempt latter spat out a mouth full of sand and said a sentence that has often been on Evgeny's lips recently:

"Kill me!"

"What's wrong? How do you drow treat High Elf prisoners of war? David raised his confusion.

"Uh...... We usually go straight to breeding. Drow replied.

"......" David.

Zolciat did not show the slightest schadenfreude, but looked at Cretian, who pursed his lips and did not speak, with some pity, and explained:

"After all, our drow males are really limited, and they are generally replenished by external sources."

Even if it's a dragon.

Of course, she didn't dare to say this in front of the owner of the dragon.

David patted his head with a headache and said casually:

"Then change it to the treatment of your High Elf captive Drow."

The scene continued to fall silent.

"What's the matter?" David was a little painful, and said in his heart, there should be some moths on the High Elves' side.

I heard the High Elf representative on the side say with a blank face:

"Because of eternal hatred and Drow's cunning nature, we generally catch Drow and interrogate the information, either kill them on the spot, or sink into the sea to feed the fish."

“...... You guys have a lot of ears, and you guys haven't died after so many years. ”

David couldn't help but be amazed, but he was stunned to find that when he compared the treatment of prisoners of war on these two sides:

While breeding, you can slaughter hard, God has a conservation of quality, do you dare to believe it?

David, who really couldn't stand the grievances and hatred of these long-eared people, immediately waved his tail and said angrily:

"You continue to surrender, and when you are done, you will go to the beach first, pull out all the valuable items in the wreckage for me first, and then find a place on high ground to build a nest for me."

"Understood."

Zhuoer immediately understood, and immediately asked:

"And what about the rest?"

The rest, of course, are hard bones who refuse to surrender.

All pulled to bury it, Davy thought about it and retracted this order that was too brutal and a bit wasteful of elves, and immediately changed his words:

"All of them went to the plains of Katagana to dig potatoes."

As soon as this statement came out, it was more effective than any kind of intimidation.

Before Drow could receive his order, the High Elf prisoners of war, who were still stubbornly holding their heads high and looking generous and righteous, softened half on the spot, and scrambled to shout:

"I surrender! I give up! ”

"Let me do whatever I want, don't send me to the plains of Katgana, please."

"Just give me the treatment of a human prisoner of war!"

...

The High Elves generally live longer than humans, and they live for a long time, and their knowledge is generally not too short.

What the hell is the climate of the Kattegana Plains, it is already spring at this moment, and it is still facing down to minus 40 degrees, and it is really dripping into ice.

And how can they just dig potatoes in the past, they may also face heavy manual labor such as mining and logging, and they don't know what kind of cruel treatment they will face.

Under this cruel test, I am afraid that within a few years, most of them will have to die under the double torture of hunger and cold.

Even if they weren't dead, under the supervision of the Drow and the Capitulation faction, they would be worse off than dead.

David nodded satisfied with the effect, and immediately prepared to leave first.

The expected loss of the elven ransom still pained him, and he had to eat something slowly.

"Wait, master!" Drow, who seemed to see what was on David's mind, quickly stopped him.

"What else?" David was a little upset.

"Master, in fact, you still have some loot, which may be able to make up for your losses." Siat said solemnly.

"Oh?" David couldn't think of any other loot he had for a moment.

Zhuoer said with a look of 'admiration':

"Yes, as the master expected, you still have a shipload of loot, buried at the bottom of the sea not far from the harbor."

David looked confused at first, then finally remembered something, and smacked his lips:

"That wrecked ship of yours?"

He finally remembered the Drow ship he had broken out of his shell five years ago.

It's just that they've been soaked in salt water under the sea for five years, so what's left?

"Yes, it's the dragon eggs we once collected." Drow has the answer.

A group of dragon eggs collected by Drow for three years from birth to death in the Old World.

"......" David's mouth opened uncontrollably.

The result is a devilish smile.

Dragon eggs?

Wonderful~~~~~~