After drinking the river shrimp porridge with the grassy smell after the rain in the bright field, the interrogation began.

Panta, the panda man, is still alive and kicking after last night's fighting, and he volunteers to be the executioner, and he wants to let out a bad breath.

The saline trolls knelt in the mud, their bodies bound up with sturdy bundles of sucking dry vines, and Panta beckoned to the trolls with a whip dipped in water.

Panta's strength was so great that he had snapped one whip after another, and the trolls, unprotected by salted shells, wailed like slaughter.

The women and children of Guangguang Ye were all locked up in the main hall and were not allowed to come out, and this kind of violent scene that was inappropriate for children was not suitable for them to watch.

"How many people do you still have in your troll tribe?" Anna asked in Chang Hao's place.

Cook's head was violently lifted by Panta's hand, and his eyes immediately turned obscene when he realized that it was a rare beauty who was asking him questions.

"It seems that you don't seem to understand your situation yet. Panta sneered and gave a look to his subordinate beside him, who understood and brought a thick rope with one end tied into a knot the size of a pandaman's fist.

"Look up to the noble temple sacrifices!" Panta kicked Cook away from his kneeling thighs, and with a blank expression, he picked up the knots that had accelerated in a circle, and slammed them between Cook's legs.

There was a muffled bang, like the sound of an egg breaking, and Cook foamed at the mouth.

All the men present, including Chang Hao, felt a sudden chill in their lower bodies.

Don't look at Panta's usual politeness, it's really not sloppy to be ruthless.

After such a show, Cook, who was woken up by the leather whip, no longer dared to resist, and poured beans into the bamboo tube of 1510, asking what to do, for fear that he would be tortured again.

After all the questions were asked, it was time to decide the fate of these troll captives.

"Boss, do you want to slaughter them all?" Panta consulted Chang Hao about his decision.

These trolls are notorious, they have done all kinds of indiscriminate things, and they all carry a lot of human lives, and Panta thinks that it is cheaper to kill them.

"Chang Hao... Can you let them live?" Emilia looked at it and felt a little unbearable, so she grabbed Chang Hao's sleeve and asked softly.

"These trolls burn, kill, loot, and die a hundred times is not enough to pay for the sins they have committed, and releasing them is not the same as letting the tiger return to the mountain?" Anna was the first to object, she couldn't rub sand in her eyes since she was a child living in the temple.

Chang Hao had a headache, although it was not a pity for these trolls to die, but they were captives, and the orc kingdom had regulations, and it was a felony to kill captives indiscriminately. There is no impermeable wall in this world, so many vassals who don't know the details are watching, in case one day someone leaks out and is used by someone with a heart, it is difficult for Dante to protect him.

"What do you say?" Chang Hao wanted to hear his sister's opinion.

"I think it would be better to hand over these heinous trolls to the army of Kotave City, and we will wipe their butts, and they will have to take care of the aftermath and wipe out the remnants of the two troll tribes, right?" Chang Ge said after thinking for a while.

"Well, that's a good idea. Amilia's eyes lit up.

Chang Hao asked the rangers to imprison the troll captives first, and then hand them over to the army in Kotav City in a few days, which happened to have a temple under its jurisdiction in Kotav City.

As for whether the troll captives would find a chance to escape, Chang Hao didn't worry at all, because Panta had asked him for advice in private with a vague look just now.

Since they want to run, why don't they just let them run without feet?

When the beauties of the bright field were far away, Panta led a group of rangers carrying whale hunting guns into the cave where the trolls were being held, and the howl of ghosts and wolves suddenly sounded inside.

Kindness to one's enemies is cruelty to oneself, and the death penalty is avoidable, but the living sin cannot be escaped.

After being supplemented by vassals and slaves, the number of personnel came to about 2,400, a full 6 times more than before, and the population was prosperous for a while.

Thanks to the efforts of the monks, the main hall of Guangye, the side hall and the attached buildings have begun to take shape, and the appearance has all been cast with flint gold soup, which at a glance looks like a crystal clear ruby, highlighting a low-key and luxurious noble style, and they will also dim out layers of red circles at the top under the sunlight.

According to the requirements of Chang Ge, the side hall is designed according to the function of the combat command center, and there is a large sand table carefully built by the Xinggong Chenyi Society to simulate and deduce the changes in the battle situation, and it will become an important throat department of Guangming Ye in the future.

The internal space of the annex building is particularly spacious, and Chang Hao directly copied the pattern of the university dormitory building, and divided many male and female dormitories into three dimensions. Before moving into the dormitory, you can enjoy a single room for two people above 300 pounds, a room for four people under 300 pounds, and those who hold important positions such as Herbert and Panta.

According to the current size of the dormitory in Guangmingye, let alone 2,400 people, it will not feel crowded if it is doubled several times.

Vassals and slaves felt like they were living in a dream.

The Varonian Wasteland, where birds don't, has heard of it as an orc, and there is nothing else here but the steppe wilderness. In the orc kingdom, except for the swan clan and the Rhine lion clan, the nobles do not pay attention to the living conditions of vassals and slaves, anyway, they are just tools for work and cannon fodder during wars, as long as they do not starve to death. So they were mentally prepared to live in a dark cave in the wasteland before they came, and if they want to blame it, they will blame happiness for coming too suddenly.

If good accommodation would make them willing to sing the praises of their lordship, then the food in the bright field would undoubtedly make them grateful.

The size of the canteen is not inferior to that of the lord's hall, which can easily accommodate more than 2,000 people at the same time, and the three meals a day will be punctual and unlimited buffets that vassal and slaves have never heard of before, six dishes and one soup, three meat and three vegetables, and exquisite pastries that make you feel appetizing just by looking at them.

The main reason why the mortality rate of vassals and slaves in the orc kingdom is still high is because of poor food, poor housing, and hard and tiring work.

Before they were recruited by the temple, under the captivity of various noble lords, the daily quota of food was a piece of hard black bread, sometimes the noble lords were in a good mood, and would reward some fast-rotting fruits, and of course no one would take care of them when they were sick, so they could only wait for the arrival of death alone in the shack where the wind leaked everywhere.

They tremble at breakfast, because the tables, chairs, and benches are so new and clean that their buttocks dare not even sit in such chairs, for fear that they have overstepped some rules because of their new arrival.

A young slave boy who had failed to stand on his feet accidentally knocked over the bowl, and the shrimp porridge was sprinkled on the gorgeous skirt of a passing woman.

When some of the old men of prestige among the slaves saw this scene, they suddenly became as clear as ashes.

He had the courage to look at the suffocating woman from afar, she was standing very close to the lord, and she was obviously a nobleman. In the laws of the orc kingdom, if a slave offends a nobleman, he can be directly executed for any reason!

As soon as the old man grabbed the boy's head and was about to knock it to the floor, the force was very great, and he knew very well in his heart that only in this way would the boy have a slight chance of survival!

The floor of the Guangming Ye Canteen has been reinforced by the formation of the monks, and it is harder than fine iron, and it must be a head break and blood flow if it hits it.

The boy's head was only an inch from the floor, but could no longer be approached, for a bubble-like cushioning magic stood in the middle.

"When you came, your lord told me that if it weren't for the kingdom's laws, he would revoke your slavery, and he said that one day would come. Emilia helped the old and the young to stand up with her own hands, and said with a smile: "You are also the people of the Lord of the Bright Field, don't be presumptuous. ”

Emilia asked the boy to add another bowl of porridge and gently wiped the marks off the skirt, and she smiled and told the slaves to let go of the food, there was not enough left.

What is heaven and what is hell has the best interpretation in the bright field.

Many vassals and slaves knelt outside the cafeteria after their first breakfast, crying and kissing the ground beneath their feet, swearing allegiance to Lord Bright Field.

After a night of hard fighting last night, the soldiers need plenty of rest, and Chang Hao also wants to go back to rest, but judging from the importance of the intelligence dug out of Cook's mouth just now, he can't rest yet, at least not now.

In the casting space of the Weishui Sword House, everyone was watching the several Mithril Heavy Armors that had been pulled from the trolls, and Yan Qi, who had been appointed by the Lord as the Chief Casting Expert of the Bright Field, was amazed while touching the delicate appearance of the Mithril Heavy Armor.

"How about Yan Qi, do you see something famous?" Chang Hao walked quickly.

"Senior brother, the protective ability of these Mithril heavy armor is very good, and the process is also very mature, and those pig iron bumps we seized before are simply not a product of the same world, are they things from the Human Empire?" These Mithril heavy armor have won the praise of the many casters in the Weishui Sword House with their excellent quality.

They had heard from the Spartan bears that this thing was resistant to magic, and even Mistress Emilia's magic arrows couldn't break the defense. They were enthusiastic to experiment with the Mithril Heavy Armor with the Five Elements Spell, and sure enough, they were defended.

Chang Hao nodded with a solemn expression.

According to Cook, these San Francisco Mithril Heavy Armor were stolen from a group of human caravans that were planning to quietly cross the border. He remembered the robbery vividly, and the reason why he remembered it so clearly was because the guards in the human caravan were so strong that they even killed several of them as powerful trolls.

You must know that trolls are a kind of ferocious guys who can stand upright more than three meters, humans are as weak as pheasants in the grass in front of trolls, and few human caravans will sacrifice their lives to fight back when they encounter troll tribes, and most of them choose to use money and women to save their lives.

Since the end of the sea and land war thousands of years ago, the human beings who have moved their homeland have understood the truth of "whoever has better weapons and equipment can be favored by the goddess of victory" in the trauma of the war, and San Francisco, which has countless natural mineral deposits, has quickly become the leading industrial province of the Human Empire, where countless industrial masters and top craftsmen have gathered, and almost all the high-level weapons and armor in the major armies of the Human Empire come from San Francisco.

It has long been rumored that St. Francis has developed a kind of heavy armor that can effectively resist magic, and the temple leaders of the orc kingdom can only know that the material of the heavy armor that can resist magic is cast from Mithril through the eyeliner placed in the human empire, and other information is not known at all.

The problem lies in these Mithril heavy armors, these Mithril heavy armors from San Francisco are undoubtedly imperial secrets, how can this kind of Mithril heavy armor that ordinary people have no access to at all, how can it end up in the hands of a group of merchants?

"I'll go in and have a look. Chang Ge volunteered to get inside the Mithril Heavy Armor, the specifications of the Heavy Armor were designed to be very large, and it was easy for adults to get into it.

Compared with the smoothness of the exterior of the heavy armor, the inside is much rougher, and Chang Ge carefully looks for clues inside the heavy armor. Finally, in the inner lining of the neck of the Mithril heavy armor, she found a line of English plated on it, which was also found in several other heavy armor pairs.

Trial Hex。

Treal means prototype, and it is not known what Hex stands for.

The discovery that these Mithril heavy armors, which could make Emilia helpless, turned out to be just experimental models?

If these San Francisco Mithril armors were the final finished products, everyone would only be amazed by the abundant capital and superb smelting technology of the Human Empire. But the truth is too cruel, these Mithril heavy armors that can make the orc kingdom such a treasure turned out to be just an insignificant experimental model of the human empire, and the meaning of this is that even the most stupid orcs will subconsciously shudder.

This explains why these Mithril Heavy Armor ended up in the family caravan, as these are simply obsolete items that the Human Empire does not look at.

"This Hex, I remember what it is!" Anna's breathing became a little short, "Hex is supposed to refer to the Hex family of the Human Empire, I heard my father say that they are the absolute core of the industrial system of San Francisco!"

"And... There is no magic in the Orc Kingdom, so why does the Human Empire go to such lengths to build Mithril Heavy Armor?" Emilia's unintentional words made the sharp-minded people present suddenly break into a cold sweat.

"We must report this matter to the Temple and the Council as soon as possible, the Human Empire may be plotting something terrible!" Anna said categorically.

As the highest priest of the Bright Field, she has the right and obligation to do so.

Chang Hao pondered for a moment and did not stop her.

Behind these Mithril heavy armors is a lot of important information, related to the war situation that the orc kingdom may face, they have access to too little information now, and they can only trust that the Lord Dante's side and the kingdom council can make the right judgment.

"Interesting, interesting!" Unlike the shock of others who couldn't recover for a long time, Yan Qi and the other forgers of the Weishui Sword Mansion had their eyes shining.

The casters are too lazy to care about the situation of cutting and untidying, which is something that Senior Brother Chang should worry about, they only care about whether they can come up with satisfactory works.

Forgers are all proud, and they are used to speaking with their own works, and the Hex family of the Human Empire has handed in a seemingly good answer.

Weishui Jianlu is the leading casting sect in Eastern Kyushu, and no one dares to sit first in the second place. Although Kyushu rarely forged armor due to the different cultivation systems and war patterns, this did not prevent them from applying what they had learned.

The Mithril Heavy Armor created by the Hex family is a challenge for them, and they also have to build the heavy armor, and it will be better and stronger than the Hex family's!

"Yan Qi, I can count on you Weishui Sword House, I don't want to see my followers in the future wearing poor leather armor and fighting this silver pimple to the death. Chang Hao snapped his fingers on the Mithril armor, and a deep pit was deducted.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I promise to complete the task!" Yan Qi replied loudly.