It would take at least five days to mobilize 2,000 infantry from outside to make a long detour to the city of Xeland.

The infantry was inferior to the cavalry, and did not have such a fast marching speed.

But on the side of the Northern Army, there is no time to spare so quickly, after all, tens of thousands of prisoners of war, even if they are processed as quickly as possible, it will take several days to dig and bury all the pits.

What's more, the Northern Army didn't dare to do such a terrible thing.

At this time, there was laughter and laughter in the camp of the Northern Army.

The commander-in-chief of the Northern Army, Ster-Nimi, was looking at the map, and in front of him there were a group of generals, all talking and laughing.

As long as the war is won, it is easy to get rich.

Tens of thousands of captives, and the ransom afterwards can make them wake up laughing in their dreams.

And among these generals, there are also a few gray orcs.

They look at the humans around them laughing and grinning themselves.

In fact, there are a large number of gray orc warriors in the heavy armor corps of the Northern Army.

As long as the heavy armor is worn and the sealed helmet is worn, outsiders can hardly tell whether the heavy armor is a human or an orc.

Moreover, the Northern Army has been promoting the slogan that orcs are also people, and orcs are lives too.

Although the gray orcs are not disciplined, the northern government has spent a lot of effort to reform them.

Now the gray orc warriors in the north can already follow their human companions to attack together, instead of running around.

The combat effectiveness is still quite strong.

After a while, Ster-Nimi looked away from the map, looked at the generals in the tent, and said: "This time our victory is inseparable from the efforts of our orc brothers, so I personally make the decision and give them a higher reward, everyone has no opinion." ”

Everyone shook their heads.

The salary of the gray orc soldiers is only about half of that of normal human soldiers, and it will not exceed the level of human salaries.

"Commander-in-chief, we have also captured a group of gray orcs from the south." At this time, one of the generals said, "Do you want to absorb them into our army?" ”

"Of course." Ster-Nimi thought for a moment and said, "It just so happens that Delu Tima has also come to our rear, and he has come to give a speech to his comrades, which is more effective and can awaken the numb minds of the orc brothers. ”

All the generals thought it was a good idea, and several gray orc generals were trembling with excitement.

They also want to hear the speeches of their own people.

This order was quickly handed down in layers.

More than 10,000 gray orcs who were captured were collectively escorted to the rear and placed in a huge cotton flower farm called Memphis.

This estate was once the territory of the Southern faction, covering an area of about 65,000 acres.

At its peak, there were 20,000 orcs working here, and each gray orc had to manage about three acres of fields, which was extremely hard.

So it's easy to place 10,000 gray orcs here.

Those captive southern gray orcs looked around curiously, everything in this farmstead, they were all familiar with it, the fragrance of kapok was engraved in their bones.

But the treatment they received was very strange.

Serious food, no deliberate scolding, no abuse.

Only when you are disobedient will you be beaten up, but it is not miserable, and it is not painful, it is just a lesson.

As long as they obey orders, the humans who watch over them will become very polite.

On the seventh day after their captivity, they were gathered together and sat in spacious fields.

And in front of them, a raised platform was improvized.

Although they were a little confused, under the continuous oppression and abuse of the southerners, they did not dare to ask or say anything.

It wasn't long before a small guard consisting entirely of gray orcs came from afar, escorting a carriage.

They looked at these compatriots in amazement.

Unlike them, those gray orc armies, neatly dressed, straight, and all of them were in high spirits.

There is a huge difference with them as muddy people.

Why are they so 'proud'?

This was on the minds of almost all Grey Orc captives.

Soon after, the carriage stopped next to the wooden platform.

Several people who looked like human officers surrounded them.

After that, the gray orc stepped out of the carriage.

This gray orc wears a beautiful costume, the kind that only nobles can wear.

He was very clean and neatly dressed, completely different from those of his own people who were shirtless and only had a towel around their waists.

This gray orc's body is full of knowledge.

When he came down, he shook hands with several human officers.

Several human officers were very respectful to this gray orc.

Such a scene stunned these southern gray orc captives.

There seemed to be a peculiar mood sprouting in the hearts of these southern grey orc captives.

At this time, the gray orc, who was full of knowledge, walked to the high platform.

Many of the grey orcs saw him clearly.

It's a pure gray orc, and in terms of the aesthetics of the gray orc, it's very handsome.

A magician set up a sound amplification magic circle behind the gray orc, and then went down.

"Fellow citizens, relatives, brothers, it is a pleasure to see you here." The grey orc's voice was full of enthusiasm: "I am Delu Timma, a grey orc who came to the north a few years before you. ”

"I was also a slave, the best at growing melons, and I was oppressed and abused by slave owners every day." Delu Martin's voice began to become mournful: "I didn't think about it, right, until one day, the original owner sold me to the north. And the human brothers in the north smashed the shackles around my neck, cut the chains on my feet, and gave me a house, a piece of land. ”

The captured gray orcs, hearing this, felt incredible, and even suspected that they were dreaming.

"I thought the northerners were playing tricks on me, a poor creature, where would there be humans who sympathize with the gray orcs." Delu Martin said this, and his voice was full of tears: "But all this is true, and after coming to the North, I have learned what dignity is, what freedom is, what is man!" ”

"Personally, I am liberated and have become a 'human'." "But I still have thousands of my compatriots, still suffering in the South, being treated like dogs, without any dignity," he shouted. ”

"That's not right." Delu Martin roared: "No one is born a dog, no! My compatriots should not be. ”

Sounds filled with emotional outbursts echo through the vast farm.

The captured orcs, looking at this compatriot, their eyes lit up, and many even stood up.

"So, I have a dream ......"

Delu Martin's voice stopped abruptly!

An arrow was in his eyebrow...... A few seconds later, his body fell to the high platform.

The human officer next to him, along with the gray orc convoy, rushed madly towards the assassin.

A human officer of the North.

"James Earle." An officer shouted angrily: "Are you sick, why do you want to kill!" ”

(End of chapter)