The twelfth year of the new calendar, spring

While Lawrence is enjoying a picnic in the warm spring breeze at the Snow Mountain Castle, a bloody battle is breaking out on the other side of the forest!

Rastana shuddered as she watched as the cruel humans stabbed her kindred to the ground and slammed a male elf's head with a sharp, heavy axe.

Rastana's frightened feet trembled, and the wooden staff in her hand swayed.

The nearby barbarian invaders quickly killed the village's resistors, looking at the remaining elves and half-elves with a cruel smile.

Those who dared to resist and were able to bravely stand up and attack them were all dead.

Of course, there is no shortage of human corpses on the ground.

The forest stands in the way of ordinary humans, and before spring arrives, adventurous merchants and hunters dive into the forest in the wind and snow, and determine their own path and goal.

"Wang! Woof! ”

The hound yelled fiercely at Rastana and the other half-elves who did not dare to resist, this giant hunting dog with a height of one meter and two three meters has terrifying muscles and appearance, and its strength is also amazing.

The drooling hound barked fiercely at the living elf, but the humans around him kicked it lightly.

"Fuck off, this big-breasted, big-ass elf is dedicated to the Prophet."

A few hunters nearby approached, "Chief, I've found the child and the she-elf who are hiding, it seems to be six." ”

The leader glanced at the ruined village in front of him, which consisted of only five simple houses, and a few houses in the trees, including the five dead male elves, less than twenty in all.

"Tie it up, this is a tax for the Prophet, don't get hurt!"

"Yes!"

The stakes are clear to all.

Although they were both from Pig's Trotter City, they had the same respect for the legendary great prophet.

Not giving a gift to that prophet would have had terrible consequences.

The unafraid and adventurous savages were still religiously and spiritually repressed, and were as humble to Lawrence as they were to the wizards and the church.

Now these people are like Redbeard and others who used to rob and get rich everywhere, but honestly paid taxes to the earl.

No matter how crazy or impulsive you are outside, you must honestly follow all the rules at home.

In the eyes of these people, it was a matter of course that the prey and harvest obtained in the forest at the risk of total destruction and slaughter should be handed over to the lord.

In particular, the act of going out without permission to make a fortune and rob and fight, and if you don't pay taxes to the lord when you go back, you won't be able to sleep well.

Rastana was soon locked up with the half-elf women and children of the village.

The two sides did not speak the same language, and there was no communication.

The carcasses of humans were piled up by the hunters themselves and burned along with nearby houses.

The corpses of the elves were left alone, and the elves had only some animal bones and wood and stones on their bodies, and they were wearing hairy linen clothes, and there was no money or anything of value.

These elves and half-elves were quickly taken out of the forest and taken to the outskirts of the forest two or three days away.

Tired and frightened, Rastana soon saw a scene of despair, and the forest was full of humans with weapons destroying the forest.

There are more of them than the bugs and ants on the trees, and the number is not clear.

Rastana was watched by the humans nearby, and soon a woman came and took them to a wooden house that could be moved.

After a long day or a day, I came to a bustling and crowded city, where the houses were all made of stone and earth, and the smell of dirt and trees was completely unpleasant.

If it weren't for the fact that the elves and half-elves she knew in the village were still with her, Rastana would have wanted to die now.

During this period, I also thought about starving to death without eating, but then I couldn't help but eat human food.

It's delicious.

When I had this thought, the tears of humiliation could not stop flowing.

The elves were soon taken to a large ship as long as a fallen tree, and sat on the ship for a day or two before coming to a lively harbor.

It was more bustling than the other day I had seen, and the humans on land were busy carrying goods, or buying fruit and fish on various wooden shelves, as well as cloth and clothes.

Feeling humiliated, Lastana disembarks and finds that the humans around her look at her with envy and respect.

They would bend down and salute themselves when they looked at them, and even the warriors with weapons would quickly bow their heads when they saw her.

Rastana and the other elves were taken to a market where a woman in a blue dress came with a few nuns dressed in nun clothes and said something to the village that had invaded them.

Through the past half month of study, Rastana has understood some everyday language a little, and roughly feels that they seem to be talking about price.

***

The taverness, Ulla, was very happy with the slaves this time.

"Very good, how much is this big-breasted, big-ass elf?"

The slave trader quickly and respectfully bent down his strong body, showing a respectful side to this weak woman.

"She is our tax gift to the Prophet, and we don't know how much to sell for the rest of the slaves, so we set the price according to the rules here, and the Prophet's servants set the price."

Ulla is used to this kind of thing, used to others obeying the rules of their own side and doing things according to the rules of their own side.

"Okay, there are three elves and ten half-elves, and I'll give you twenty cows, eight dom sheep, a four-wheeled cart, and ten thousand copper coins."

The leader and the nearby hunters who were still alive looked at the woman excitedly, and soon lowered their humble heads in excitement.

The money would have been enough to offset the loss of the death, and it would have allowed the survivors to return to their hometowns to buy land, hire builders to help build sturdy and warm houses, buy a warehouse of wood for fuel, marry a daughter-in-law, hang endless dried meat at the head of the bed, and place endless liquor at the end of the bed.

The more than ten people who survived didn't need to fight for it, because these rewards were enough to be so many that they were willing to go back and find some more people to continue to do a good job!

"We are willing to obey the prophet's arrangement!"

A few outlaws with a lot of blood on their hands were willing to follow the rules here.

Ullah said to a few people: "The prophet has sent a message that if you can not kill these elves during the hunt, do not kill them, you can protect the elven women and children back, and the reward will be more, if there are enough of them, you can be rewarded with a ship." ”

The leader quickly agreed, "Yes! We are willing to be guided by the great prophets! (End of chapter)