Chapter 53 Recruiting Miners

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 53 Recruiting Miners

The miners stared at Patch cautiously, while using their staffs to quickly hook up a few pieces of barbecue, stuffing them into their mouths and gnawing fiercely.

Some of them have no teeth in their mouths, but that doesn't stop a piece of ribs from going in and leaving only white bones when they come out.

Seeing that the diners were alright, the others started to help themselves to their meals after waiting for a while.

However, there are still many miners who have not taken action. Their focus is not on Wuming and Pachi, but on a large sack that is constantly squirming not far away.

They looked at the delicious food with fascination, but like people waking up from a dream, they would turn to look at the sacks, like well-trained dogs, waiting for the master's order to eat.

All the miners had faces full of smoke and dust, and their eyes were lifeless. Even those miners who gnawed fiercely on meat did not have the light of wisdom and agility in their eyes, but more of a fierce look forced to survive.

Wuming ignored the tangled miners. He squatted in front of the big sack and communicated face to face with several multi-handed bugs.

This bug is a genus of Corruption, a species of Zerg born from Scarlet Corruption.

The unknown commotion was so loud that it attracted all the miners in the mine, and naturally alerted the corrupt family members who were guarding the miners.

Wuming uniformed all these corrupt relatives, tied them up and put them in cloth bags, except for their heads.

The densely packed insect heads were squeezed together and screamed loudly.

"Hey, do you understand me?" Wuming squatted in front of them and made gestures.

"What are you doing?" Patch asked.

"I'm communicating." Wuming said, "Can't you tell?"

"Those are bugs," Patch said.

"They are using weapons, and they are also working as overseers to look after the miners, and my method of banning spells is effective on them, which means that the essence of the thread is a kind of magic." Wuming said, "They don't seem to be creatures without intelligence.

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Wuming looked at Patch: "Have you seen the talking bug before?"

Patch said: "How do I remember that you are the kind of person who can kill all the talking bugs?"

Wuming covered his face and smiled sheepishly:

"Oh, I can't help it. Who made them talk too much?"

Wuming suddenly turned around, staring at the corrupt family members like a tiger:

"Can you talk? If you can't talk, I can only treat you like a bug. If you can talk but can't talk, I can only treat you like a bug."

Wuming picked up his sword and gestured at the mouth of the bag, calculating at what level he could cut off the heads of all the insects with one sword.

One of the insects suddenly let out a sharp whistle, and then the sound gradually became deeper.

The mouthparts of the Corrupt Familiar are constantly vibrating and changing, producing various syllables.

After a while, the Corrupt Family stopped their ever-changing syllables, paused for a while, and said:

"I can."

This is a somewhat old and rich voice. Although it is a bit unclear, it is indeed human language.

"Very good." Wuming applauded.

He showed no surprise at all when he spoke to the insect, and went straight to the point:

"You seem to be working as supervisors. Why are you exploiting these miners? Who do you work for? And how much are you paid?"

"We don't work for anyone, we only serve the goddess." said the corrupt family.

"So you are working for the goddess?" Wuming said, "Who is the goddess of the Zerg tribe? The big bug?"

The corrupt family members shook their heads:

"The goddess abandoned us, we work for ourselves. The ores here can strengthen our weapons, we need to strengthen our weapons, we want to survive."

Although the bugs can speak human language, they obviously can't speak it well, and their meanings are still somewhat confusing.

However, Wuming can still feel the desire to survive from their words.

Wuming nodded empathetically:

"Well said, in order to survive."

He continued with a smile:

"I also want to survive and strengthen our weapons. How about giving us this mine?"

The insects started chirping and forgot to speak human words, obviously not agreeing with Wuming's proposal.

Wuming negotiated with the insects in a serious manner.

After a long time, he got up and returned to Patch and the miners:

"We have negotiated and they are willing to give up the ownership of the tunnel. They have too few people and cannot use too much ore. As long as we give them some metal products and the materials they need on a regular basis. We will probably give them 20% of the revenue.

Twenty-eight points, we made a lot of money."

Patch was surprised: "Why are you still negotiating with them? Haven't you already won?"

"You said you wanted me to be considerate of others. I put myself in their shoes and thought it was not good to just take advantage of others," Wuming said.

He told the miners:

"Don't worry, your treatment has been negotiated. They will no longer monitor you and rely on violence to make you work. In the future, your treatment will be much better. We will exchange wine, meat and other materials for your ore. If you don't want to do it, you can also

Let's go back and I'll send others to mine."

Patch still felt something was wrong and had a feeling that something was wrong:

"Really believe in bugs? Aren't you afraid that they will act against you and cause trouble in secret?"

"The mine is here, and my proposal will not harm them. This is cooperation. If we cooperate, we will both benefit, otherwise we will lose together," Wuming said.

Wuming looked at the miners:

"And you said it, these people are domesticated. But they are not domesticated by the ore, but by the corrupt relatives. As slaves, they don't even dare to eat without the master's order, even if their master has been tied to

In the sack."

Patch raised his hand and drew the knife on his neck:

"Maybe it's just because their master is still alive. You try to kill them."

"It's no use, this is Galid." Wuming said.

He learned about Galid's situation from the mouths of insects. This place was located in the Ionian swamp, and countless insects swarmed out of the swamp.

Unless Wuming has enough troops to guard the entrance of the cave and reject all corrupt relatives, even if he kills a few bugs in the cave, new bugs will continue to come in and enslave the miners again.

This place is like the land under the light of the golden tree, where the noble "golden people" belonging to this land grow, forming an absolute advantage over other populations in the border tributaries.

Pachi understood what Wuming meant and no longer insisted.

"I hope they can trust you." Patch said, "Although I know you are willing to accept anyone who comes, but you are even crazier than I thought for accepting the bug so easily and negotiating business with corrupt relatives."

"What happened to the Corrupt Family?" Wuming asked.

A miner was stuffing food into his mouth when he suddenly coughed violently and spurted out a lot of blood.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Wuming hurried over and treated the miner.

He quickly clarified to other miners: "We didn't poison."

But faced with this clarification, the miners did not react.

In other words, they didn't react when they saw the miners vomiting blood.

It’s time to eat, it’s time to drink.

"That's the 'what'." Patch said, "Corruption kin are born from corruption, and corruption is incompatible with other creatures. Corruption is extremely poisonous to these people."

Wuming looked at the blood mixed with stomach acid from the minced meat.

He looked at the miner's mouth again.

The inside of the mouth was rotten, and blood was pouring out of the sores.

This kind of decay is not the same as the gradual withering of the immortals. It has a bright red color and seems to have strong vitality. It is a bit like a ripe persimmon that fell from the tree and smashed to pieces.

The miners' mouths exuded a strange fishy stench. It was a combination of rotten flesh and a pungent aroma.

But Wuming couldn't smell the smell, so he moved closer to the miner's mouth and studied the sores.

The tip of his ring finger stirred up a small flame and inserted it into the miner's mouth to illuminate it.

At the same time, the flames emitted rounds of golden light and a warm atmosphere.

Under this light, the ulcers in the miners' mouths were gradually repaired.

But the repairs were soon curbed.

The nameless and unbelieving people send the flames to the fester.
To be continued...