The half-orc clan has always been a primitive society. They have no concept of small families and no private property. Therefore, it is difficult for Quel'ngra to understand why there are such things as "traitors" among half-elves. But this does not prevent him from taking advantage of it at all.
Half-elf "traitors" seek profit for their own clan.
The Blackfire Warchief can bribe half-elf traitors to draw the defense map of Godore Fortress, and Quel'n'Gara is also trying his best to learn all the common sense about half-elves.
Currently, he still has to rely on his barbarian brothers to come forward and deal with the half-elf "traitors".
Quel'n'Gara handed over this important matter to Locke and told him to keep it secret and not let the Blackfire Blood Guard get involved again.
Locke, the Heavenly Spirit Fighter who was once again favored by the chief, returned to his tent. As soon as he reached the door, he smelled a unique fragrance of flowers and plants, so he opened the curtain and saw a beautiful and delicate barbarian woman sitting on her knees inside the tent.
On a wolfskin blanket.
The barbarian girl wore a cotton dress, a headscarf and a mask, covering her mouth, nose and facial features, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. If he hadn't known her, Locke would have thought she was a half-elf woman, not a barbarian.
female.
"Why are you here?" Locke asked coldly with a gloomy face.
This barbarian woman has become accustomed to the Heavenly Spirit Warrior's disgust and disgust towards her. She raised her head and said calmly: "I'm here to ask the patriarch to do me a favor."
Locke snorted and said sarcastically: "Chief Quel'ngra's most trusted advisor, Ingrid, also has something to ask of me? In addition, what is sitting under your butt is the mattress I sleep on. You should kneel on it like other women."
The ugly barbarian woman on the ground, do you really think you are a half-elf?"
The barbarian girl Ingrid grasped the corner of her clothes tightly, then let go and said: "The wolfskin mattress you sleep on is not very clean."
"What?!"
"I'm just telling the truth. Also, the leader of the Frostblade Clan shouldn't make excuses about my appearance."
"What kind of reputation do you have, don't you know? You are a vicious and ugly woman. The entire Frostblade clan spurns you, as well as the barbarians under you. I once tried to maintain your reputation in front of the clan. After all, you were
I was enslaved by half-elves, but after you took refuge with the Engla brothers, you turned against me in every possible way!"
Ingrid was not originally a tribe member of the Frostblade clan, but she once managed hundreds of barbarian slave girls at the Braun Town plantation, providing abundant food and cotton cloth to the residents of the entire Braun Town.
As a barbarian slave girl who is highly valued by her master, Ingrid must first conform to the aesthetics of a half-elf. Then, in the eyes of barbarians and half-orcs, she is ugly.
Both orcs and barbarians like women with extremely strong bodies, believing that only strong women can give birth to strong offspring. This is the main reason why barbarian female slaves are discriminated against among their own tribe. Their bodies are relatively weak, and powerful barbarian warriors cannot see them at all.
Not like them.
Ironically, these ugly barbarians who were discriminated against by their own race were welcomed by the half-elf country.
As a leader among the barbarian female slaves, Ingrid has outstanding appearance and intelligence. She is proficient in the language and writing of half-elves. She can not only plant crops, weave cotton cloth, and make cotton armor and leather goods, but is also good at management and planning.
Last winter, the half-orcs of the Split Rock Clan captured the town of Braun and drove away the half-elves. Ingrid took hundreds of her barbarian female slaves to seek refuge with the leader of Locke, who was also a barbarian. But soon she returned to Quel'ngra.
With his extraordinary wisdom and insight, he became the most trusted barbarian adviser to Chief Split Rock.
At first, the relationship between Chief Locke and Ingrid was relatively harmonious, but since she followed Chief Split Rock, she often opposed Locke. However, she was so insightful that she often left Locke speechless.
The current situation is that Ingrid made the plan behind the scenes, Quel'ngra ordered it to be carried out, and it was said to be the idea of the Celestial Spirit Warrior Locke.
Locke thought that Engla did this out of concern for their dignity. After all, barbarian women had little status. The Rock Chief and the Frostblade Chief could not rely on a barbarian woman to maintain the effective operation of the entire nest.
If told, they would become a joke.
However, from the inside, Locke now hates Ingrid more and more.
Ingrid knew very well that he and his sisters were not accepted by the barbarian tribe, otherwise they would not have been sold to half-elves as female slaves by the tribe. Even though they are now considered members of the Frostblade clan, those barbarian compatriots will still
Discriminate and exclude them.
Locke, the warrior of the heavenly spirit, was influenced by his own race and would never give fair treatment to the barbarian female slave.
Ingrid can only rely on his wisdom and ability to fight for a place for himself and his sisters in this primitive and barbaric clan.
This is not an easy thing to do.
The half-elf sage described the half-orc butcher as a cunning and cruel monster. Even if Quel'ngra behaved very enlightened, his nature as a butcher would not change. Ingrid deliberately drew a clear line between himself and his fellow barbarians, and spoke in public on many occasions.
He refuted some of the suggestions of Sky Spirit Fighter Locke with reasonable evidence. But Sky Spirit Fighter Locke still didn't understand that if Ingrid completely sided with the Frostblade Barbarians, they had both force and wisdom, and how could Chief Quel'ngra
Can you tolerate them?
Ingrid did not intend to continue the nonsense of blaming each other with Locke, and said directly: "My husband Yog was captured by a half-elf. I hope you can rescue him...for the sake of Yog being a Frostblade Barbarian."
Locke was obviously stunned. An ugly barbarian like Ingrid also had a husband, but her husband Yog was also a freak among the barbarians.
First of all, Yog has rare blue skin, which is particularly conspicuous among the barbarians who generally have brown skin. Everyone calls him Blue Yog. Secondly, he is not yet an adult, and Ingrid is old enough to be his mother.
, but he is still willing to marry Ingrid. The most important point is that Lampyog is weak and has no signs of awakening the power of blood rage when he reaches adulthood.
Both the orcs and barbarians laughed at Blue Pyog for being weak and incompetent, saying that he still had to rely on women for support and protection.
A few days ago, perhaps to prove his courage, Yog took the initiative to join a team of marauders without telling Ingrid. Then, the team encountered a large group of powerful half-elf adventurers and failed to grab food supplies.
, and lost more than half of their manpower. The barbarian warriors who escaped said that they saw Blue Pyorg being captured by the half-elf.
The battles between barbarian marauders and half-elf adventurers resulted in losses and losses, life and death. Yog was captured by mistake. In Locke's opinion, this was normal and not worth making a fuss about.
"The plunderer was caught by the half-elf... You can consider him dead in battle. I admit that Yog is a warrior of the Frostblade clan, and may Heavenly Father Donar protect his heroic spirit." The Heavenly Spirit Warrior said in a strong tone.
Generally speaking, when half-elves capture barbarian captives, they first torture them for information, but in the end they will not let the captives live.
Ingrid did not believe that Yog would have been executed by the half-elf. She believed that Yog was the child chosen by the heavenly father Donal. He was not killed by the sky fire, but his skin turned blue and he obtained the power of sky fire and lightning.
strength.
Yog is the destined king of the barbarians, how could he die here?
Ingrid asked: "I just heard Quel'Engara say that you are responsible for contacting the half-elf traitor and spying on the detailed information of Echo Town?"
Locke frowned and asked displeasedly: "Why do brothers Engla tell you this?"
Ingrid said calmly: "The chief hopes that I can help you not to be deceived and deceived by the half-elf traitors, and I happen to have been to Echo Town before, and I know the situation in the town fairly well."
"So, you want to participate in this operation?"
"Yes." Ingrid nodded and said: "And I have a suggestion, let those half-elf traitors try to rescue the captured barbarians and half-orc warriors, to prove that they are indeed capable of helping us, and they are indeed true.
They want to help us."
The Heavenly Spirit Warrior subconsciously wanted to object, but could not find a reasonable excuse. In the end, he could only threaten: "You have to personally contact the half-elf traitor. I can't guarantee your safety... You are too weak."
This time it was Ingrid's turn to frown, and she said slowly: "You must ensure my safety, and I also promise to help you identify the lies and tricks of the half-elf traitor."
After Locke was silent for a moment, he finally said: "Okay, you come here tomorrow night and we will set off tomorrow night."
Ingrid nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and habitually saluted the Celestial Spirit Warrior, just like a barbarian slave girl saluting her half-elf master. This almost angered him. So, she said before Locke could curse: "I want to remind you.
You, from now on, you can no longer call those half-elves 'traitors'... They are friends, friends of Rockbreaker and Frostblade."
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Echo Town is an outpost town that protects the Godore Fortress. It has high walls and deep ditches, and is lined with arrow towers. It is not very large. Its total area is only about half of that of Braun Town. There are usually 500 elite Flame Tiger Legion soldiers stationed there.
With 800 ordinary garrison sergeants, plus some logistics personnel, as well as the sergeants’ family members and hired slaves, the total population of the town is maintained at around 2,200 people.
Since General Clark of Fallen Leaf City took over Echo Town, 500 elite soldiers returned to Godore Fortress, while a total of 800 garrison sergeants were sent to garrison in Braun Town. Clark dismissed the original logistics staff, and then moved the sergeants' families to
The placement of military towns in the rear.
Echo Town was almost vacated, and could only accommodate more than 3,000 people from Clark's main army. 1,500 of them were elite private soldiers from the famous Yinpanjiao family, all professionals; the remaining 1,500 were sergeants assigned to Clark by the Luoye City Council. According to the regular rules,
The standard of the legion is that they are all well-trained awakened ones.
In addition, Clark also has a private slave army of 3,000 people. It is said that there are also professionals and awakened people among them, and they are well-equipped and brave and good at fighting. However, Echo Town can no longer accept more soldiers, so these private slave soldiers have to
Scattered among several other military towns.
Even though Echo Town is now overcrowded, Clark cannot refuse to live in Echo Town as well as those famous disciples who have come to join the army, as well as their followers, private soldiers, slaves, etc.
These children from famous families have profound backgrounds and promising futures. Clark, who belongs to the famous Yinpanjiao family, has to find ways to please them.
As a result, the 1,500 soldiers had no choice but to move into temporary military camps outside the town, freeing up more and better houses for the famous disciples to live in.
Clark even built a small slave arena in the center of the town for the entertainment of the famous disciples.
Of course, it cannot be said to be entertainment in name only, but an arena where children from famous families can demonstrate their courage and force and gain prestige.
In the eyes of the elders of the noble family, it is worth spending a little money to wash away the weakness and innocence of the young nephew with the blood and life of the gladiatorial slaves.
For Clark, this was a business that brought both fame and fortune. He provided suitable slaves and venues for gladiatorial fights, satisfied the vanity of the famous children, and probably also tempered their character.
The elders of famous children paid for it and praised Clark as a capable person.
Today, as usual, everything was peaceful in Braun Town. Clark led a group of distinguished guests to watch a "wonderful" gladiatorial competition in his arena.
It must be wonderful.
If the fight was not exciting, it was because General Clark did not arrange it well.
The possibility of this is almost zero. Clark has a group of people who specialize in arranging gladiatorial fights that can cater to the children of famous families.
Now, he is very relaxed, sitting on the high platform and talking to the guests around him:
"...Private slaves are not followers. They are greedy and selfish, with no sense of shame or morality. Suppose we give the private slave an extra piece of baked mud melon every day. On the first day, he will be grateful to us, and on the fifth day, he will be grateful to us.
There is not so much gratitude. On the tenth day, he will ask for another set of cotton clothes. At this time, we refuse the private slave's request and cancel all the extra baked mud melons given every day to restore everything to the original state."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "...You will find that these private slaves have obviously not lost anything, but they are full of resentment towards us."
"We can draw a conclusion that the master's generosity and kindness cannot influence the private slave. But if it's the other way around, and I whip the private slave one more time a day, he will hate me on the first day, start begging me for mercy on the fifth day, and then start begging for mercy on the tenth day.
God, he was so scared when he saw me that he trembled, and then I stopped whipping him. The private slave actually sincerely thanked me for my kindness."
Several delicate wealthy ladies were looking at Clark who was chatting with admiration and admiration, while the young disciples from famous families were obviously more interested in the upcoming gladiatorial competition.
These boys and girls aged fifteen or six were leaning on the railings and discussing in whispers.
"I heard that the opponent Gaius chose this time was a barbarian fighter?"
"Barbarian Fighter? This is impossible... Although Gaius's swordsmanship is a little better than mine. He once killed a spotted tiger and two bears alone in the arena, but the Barbarian Fighter is very powerful. Five or six
Only a high-level venerable can have the confidence to compete fairly with barbarian warriors."
"Yes, Gaius is fifteen years old this year and is already a fourth-level swordsman. Gee, his talent is so enviable... It's a pity that a fourth-level swordsman is not a venerable one."
"Hehe, it is impossible for a servant of the Golden Sunflower Family to let Master Gaius challenge the barbarian warrior, unless the barbarian warrior is a castrated barbarian slave pretending to be a barbarian slave."
"Don't talk nonsense here! Brother Gaius's opponent is a real barbarian fighter, not a barbarian slave pretending to be!"
"Haha, Muse, have you checked?"
"Damn Kun, I will never pay attention to you again!"
"Everyone be quiet, the gladiatorial competition will begin soon."
"Look, that barbarian actually has blue skin!"
"Blue-skinned barbarians are so rare..."
In the amphitheater, Gaius from the famous Golden Sunflower family has a reputation as a genius swordsman. He is already a fourth-level professional at a young age. He has almost no rivals among the famous disciples of Luoye City. He is wearing a silver-gray suit.
The armor is made of tough crypt moth silk as the main material. It is first treated with secret methods, and then carefully woven by skilled craftsmen. It not only has a beautiful appearance, is light and breathable, but also has excellent defense, providing the user with all-round protection.
.
Gaius was tightly wrapped in moth silk secret armor from head to toe. He was holding a standard long sword and a one-handed ax in his hands. They were all alloy weapons, mixed with fine gold and fine iron, and were sharp and sharp.
It is solid and reflects a frightening purple cold light.
On the other hand, Gaius' opponent only wore a pair of underpants, revealing his muscular body. However, his body was very thin, not as thick as a barbarian fighter, and his arms were even thicker than the thighs of a half-elf.
What the managers of the arena needed was a decent gladiatorial match without going too far. So, they used white paint to draw a pattern on the blue-skinned barbarian that showed his wild nature, and then prepared it for him.
A huge wooden mallet makes the barbarian player look very fierce, and at the same time it also covers his childish face.
The skinny, blue-skinned barbarian was taller and stronger than Gaius, and his attacking posture with both hands holding a giant mallet looked very imposing, making the audience in the stands ignore the difference in equipment between the two sides, and even Gaius himself was under pressure.
There are large areas of untreated dried blood on the sand of the arena, which are the remaining traces of yesterday's gladiatorial competition. A mixed-race deserter from Braun Town was disemboweled by his opponent here, and his soul seemed to still be wailing in the wind. Gaius and
His barbarian opponents could feel the horror of facing death.
It was an extremely strong emotion, and Gaius was so nervous that his palms became sweaty, but he still took the first step, holding a sword and ax, and forced himself towards the blue-skinned barbarian opponent.
At this moment, the young barbarian took the initiative to attack. He roared "Ouch" and raised the giant mallet high to throw it at Gaius who was a few meters away.
Gaius moved sideways very quickly to avoid the spinning giant mallet. At the same time, he was confused as to why his opponent threw away his weapon in the first place.
He looked again and found that the blue-skinned barbarian warrior had already spread his legs and ran away.