The wolf-headed man naturally knew what to do, because his own country also had humans as slaves.
The use of humans as slaves was not pioneered by the tauren, a cannibalistic race. In terms of body structure, orcs, although their average overall strength is much higher than that of humans, there are some things that humans can't do as neatly as humans, especially with those demihumans or demihumans with hooves.
This is especially true for orcs, and humans have the value of being used as slaves.
As a side note, because of that incident, the tauren were somewhat praised by humans.
In short, since the country of orcs has human slaves, then the wolf-headed man naturally knows what to do as a slave, and what will happen if he disobeys his current master.
Orcs are not a race that is all simple-minded and strong-blooded, and there is a possibility that they can just survive like this.
"Oh, forget it if you don't say it. If you had known that it would turn out like this, would you have continued to try to attack human countries?" Cronpis asked mockingly.
"Yes. Even if there are a large number of compatriots like me, they will definitely do it."
"Wow, that's so decisive. Why?"
"In order to obtain the food that our people depend on for survival."
There is another point that only the superiors consider: no matter whether the war is won or lost, the population can be reduced and the per capita food supply can be increased.
"...Ah, you love your country and your people? You can't belittle it." Crounpis felt as if she was starting to fall in love with the orc race.
If one compares it with the cunning Six-Color Sacred Scripture of the Theocracy, this upright look is indeed easy to like.
"Well, since you have a civilization that is proud to be more advanced than human beings, don't you know how to farm?" Cronpis asked.
"What is Tian?"
"...Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it." Crownpis realized that she seemed to have said something stupid, "It's a place where edible plants are cultivated, but it seems like you can't eat plants either."
"Oh, that kind of thing, I think I've heard of it, the one about the tauren and the horse-headed people..." The wolf-headed man actually raised his chin seriously and thought about it.
Before the wolf-headed man could continue talking, the slave trader came back.
He whipped his whip to the side of each cage and said loudly: "Stop whispering, it's open, it's open, get ready for me!"
The room quickly became quiet. It was not just the pair of Crounpiss and the wolf-headed man who were talking to pass the time. Some of the people who were closer to the cages were also talking.
"What do you want to prepare?" Crounpis asked the wolf-headed man.
"Like, like this." The wolf-headed man posed to show off his biceps, and the muscles bulged majestically.
"Philosophy?" Crounpis glanced around quickly. Except for the blue skeleton who seemed to have not regained his consciousness before and the new one, everyone else was posing in various poses.
Muscular males display powerful muscles, while other uses are to try to show cuteness or other styles, mixed with killing-like movements.
"I see, the models sell their faces... It seems that the slave market is quite interesting."
In short, Crounpis just dealt with it casually, pretending to be the Statue of Liberty for the time being. I hope other buyers won't take notice of it before Nue comes. It's not impossible to solve, but it's very troublesome, so I hope she won't come.
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Imperial City, Imperial Magic Province
This is the place where magic equipment rations for knights are produced, new magic is developed, and research on improving living standards through magic experiments is carried out. It can be said to be the place where the essence of the empire's magic is gathered.
Although the name looks very high-end, in fact the progress and research progress in various aspects are not high, because the country does not pay enough attention to this place and the investment is not very large.
Regardless of whether they are emperors or nobles, they are all ordinary people with single-digit levels and occupations that have nothing to do with fighting. Their understanding of magic is basically that it is magical, can cure injuries and diseases, and can be used as a powerful weapon.
There is a feeling of emptiness, and both the country and individuals have quite a few projects to allocate funds to, including filling their own pockets, so the investment in magic is not high.
Of course, this "less" is only relative. After all, based on the above reasons alone, it is worth investing a lot of money, more than most surrounding countries. However, from the perspective of the high-ranking magic official, the person in charge of which is Fluder, I feel that there are some shortcomings.
.
Even so, some projects that should have required more funds to start were successfully launched with the help of goblins.
In the deepest part of the Magic Province, Fluder, who had arrived at the tallest tower early in the morning, walked in surrounded by several disciples and followed the downward stone steps straight down to the underground facilities.
Fluder stopped midway, stroking his long beard and looking at the scene below him.
In the center of the bottom of the tower, stands a large tree full of ominous purple. This is a level 30 undead tree given to Fluder by Clunpis. There are many undead surrounding the undead tree.
Working on the soil, the movements were very neat and uniform, and there were some magic chanters busy outside.
The person with the highest status among them, after seeing Fluder, hurriedly ran to Fluder.
"Any progress?"
"Not at all, teacher."
"That's it. We still can't cause natural phenomena with our active will, can we?"
"Yes. The only things that can produce the undead are those around the undead tree and the cemetery moved here as a reference. We put the corpses around the skeletons, and the saplings cultivated with the seeds of the undead tree cannot cause the corpse to transform into
The phenomenon of zombies. However, it may also be due to the insufficient experimental period of the latter. After all, the time for naturally producing the undead is not short."
"Yeah, yeah. Really? I understand." Fluder did not scold him and continued walking.
The man breathed a sigh of relief.
At first, Fluder was just trying to complete the project assigned to him by "God". However, as the research progressed somewhat, he and some colleagues discovered that if they could succeed, it would be helpful to automate production, expand the military, and thereby enhance overall national strength.
, which has a great promoting effect.
Colleagues and disciples greatly admired Fluder's "forward-looking" ability, who took the initiative to find materials and initiate research, and they also respected him even more.
However, Fluder knew in his heart that these were not his ideas at all, these were all proposed by his "god".
Therefore, with the passage of time, and seeing his subordinate Luna advance to the peak human realm in person, his awe of Crounpis became deeper and deeper. Although it was not expressed in his daily words and deeds, in reality
It has reached a fever pitch.
Now, he was walking towards the storage place where the gifts brought by Granbell, another fairy who arrived some time ago.