The sky was slightly bright, and outside the Gale Mine, the open space in front of the goblin office area was densely packed with people.
Prell stood on a high platform. This platform was built by Gresu last year. It looked like a gallows, but in fact not many kobolds were hanged. It was a dog head specially built by Gresu to scare the mines.
of the miners.
The kobolds are actually a race that lacks enough courage and rebellious spirit. According to Fitzkus, since Gresu started engaging in arms trade around the Barrens, he has not been as harsh on the kobold miners as before.
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After all, he has deceived Rolling Rock Canyon twice in a row, and "hired" two groups of kobold miners from the previous Rolling Rock Canyon. It was only three things, and Gresu himself understood that if he deceived Rolling Rock Canyon again, things would be difficult to handle.
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Therefore, he gave the kobolds a little more preferential treatment in terms of food and clothing subsidies, but that was all. The kobolds' employment compensation was still the lowest among the venture capital companies in the entire Azeroth world.
In fact, if it had not been for two consecutive failed attempts to mine in the Mogore area, Gresu might have been promoted to another level within the company and become a small shareholder at the company level.
But Gresu put his main focus on the Black Wolf Lake, but it does not mean that the other supervisors in the mine are also kind to the kobold miners.
One of the things that the jackals like to do most is to use whips to whip the kobold miners who they think are lazy. Moreover, they know the severity of their attacks and will never hurt any of the miners, because this is Gresu.
It's not allowed either.
As for the ogres, they generally look naive and silly, but they have their own set of values. In their eyes, kobolds are like rats who like to dig mines, and they regard themselves as giants. Giants naturally disdain them.
To cause trouble for rats.
So the ones who caused the most public outrage were naturally the jackals. And now, the seventy or eighty jackals were all naked and lying on the ground in the dark. A large group of kobolds were vying to be the first to line up.
If a person gets a whip, he can be whipped three times by any jackal.
Belga stayed aside with the kobolds, harpies and tauren shamans accompanying the army. Once any gnoll couldn't stand it, he would immediately carry it down for treatment.
Lexa did not stand on the stage, but stood under the stage like everyone else, because if he stood on it, Prell would look too short and insignificant.
He once advised Prell not to do this. After all, the gnolls had expressed their opinions to him, the kobold warchief who killed their former leader and was regarded as "the servant of the Holy Light walking on the ground in the world of Azeroth."
In order to show their obedient loyalty, whipping the gnolls who had made some mistakes in public now is really disrespectful of the dignity of a warrior.
But Prell rejected Lexa's advice for the first time. He felt that the gnolls were originally a whole group of people who had been intentionally migrated by Gresu. From the perspective of group thinking, the gnolls were far away from their homeland and had no one to rely on.
Now as soon as Prell appeared, they immediately turned to express their sincerity to Prell, which showed that they were erratic and lacked enough loyalty. Since they lack loyalty as soldiers, they naturally don't care about dignity.
Lexa was surrounded by Prell's absurd reasoning, and suddenly felt that there was some truth in it. When the kobolds began to beat the jackals, and the jackals howled, Lexa looked carefully for a long time, and finally understood.
Prell was right. Jackals indeed lacked the sense of shame as warriors and had no regard for their own dignity. He saw with his own eyes that a kobold had just raised his whip and had not hit a jackal on the back.
The jackal had already started howling in pain. In fact, his back was very clean, not even a single whip mark.
Rexxar was stunned. He finally saw how shameless a group of people was. According to the traditional culture of the orcs, even if he was punished by being whipped, a warrior could not make any sound, because that meant that he could not bear the pain, that is,
Not enough to take responsibility.
There were seventy or eighty gnolls, and the kobolds who stood up to whip them were only over 200. On average, one gnoll would receive less than ten whips. Rexxar thought about it and felt that he was really worrying too much.
, this kind of punishment is more of a show than a punishment.
At least the kobolds vented their grievances, and the jackal also learned a lesson. He couldn't help but give Prell a high look.
Beside him, Magatha Horrible Totem had a staff stationed there. He looked stupid and stupid, like an old man who was indifferent to what was happening in front of him.
Meili Dongfeng was also standing in the crowd, and he watched it with great interest. In fact, this old undead mage was very good at finding all kinds of fun for himself, otherwise he would have gone crazy after a long life of more than three thousand years.
After all, he was transformed into an undead through the power of magic. Unlike the immortal species of the night elves and other immortal species in the world of Azeroth, he has not lost his sense of freshness as a human to everything that happens in the outside world.
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After being whipped, the gnolls became more honest. Since Prell killed Anheim, and Gresu deliberately divided them, the relocated gnolls have never had a leader with appeal.
, this indeed facilitated Gresu's management, but it allowed Prell to seize the opportunity.
The "wounded" who had been treated by the shamans quickly and lively gathered together according to Prell's instructions. When they looked at Prell, they seemed to be in awe.
Rexxar was a little speechless, feeling that these gnolls really had some masochistic tendencies. He was a hybrid of orcs and ogres. Whether he was an orc or an ogre, he had established a glorious civilization of his own race, and as a powerful race, he would always
It is also impossible to understand that weak races such as gnolls and kobolds hold some weird cultural and racial values that sound a bit absurd.
The gnolls reluctantly formed a team, sandwiched between the kobold garrison and the harpy detachment, while the tauren troops stood outside the harpies, and further outside was a group of lazy and strong men.
Rexxar looked at the group of strong men. He saw some of them even sitting on the ground. He couldn't help but frowned and glared at Kauduk beside him. The old two-headed ogre mage threw
With a blank and innocent look in his eyes, he didn't know what was going on.
Rexxar sighed. He really knew the ogre race very well. Most individuals of this race have low IQs and simple thoughts and behaviors. Compared with the organized kobolds, they have less discipline in terms of discipline.
It's a complete mess. It can even be said that there seems to be no concept of discipline in their cultural traditions.
Prell stood on the stage and saw his father, Gaspar, who was surrounded by a group of kobold elders. This kobold patriarch who was getting older and older had a look of pride on his face. After being awakened last night,
, the old kobold was incredibly excited when he learned that it was his youngest son, who had been away from home for more than two years and had no news, leading two thousand soldiers of various races to counterattack into the mine.
So he didn't sleep all night, and behind him, Prell's brothers looked at the youngest brother with envy, even though as far back as Prell can remember, the youngest brother has rarely spoken to him.
They have expressed too much brotherhood, but at this moment, they are equally proud.
At the back of the crowd, there was a group of kobold women, Prell's mother and his sisters, also huddled together, looking at the small figure on the stage in the distance.
"I, Prell Windshear, the first kobold chief of the Thresh Kingdom in Rolling Canyon, in the name of the Holy Light and the blood of the God of Candles, announce a good news to my compatriots: starting from today,
The Storm Mines will become an everlasting part of the Kingdom of Thresh, a true kingdom that belongs to us kobolds, as well as the peace-loving races of the Stonetalon Mountains and other areas, and today we welcome a new group of citizens!"
"We kobolds have been liberated from the evil force of the Venture Capital Corporation and the evil enemies represented by the evil goblin Gresu who oppressed us!"
"We can't just be satisfied with taking back the mines that belong to our kobolds. We want to take back more. This is not robbery or plunder, but asking for money from the forces that once oppressed us, namely the venture capital companies.
Get back a small portion of the interest!”
"Now, all the soldiers who have gathered, let us fight towards Black Wolf Lake, occupy the smelting field, and take back the land destroyed by the venture capital company! Let's go!" Prell yelled. In the audience, Lestalen said early
He used a "magnification technique".
"This boy's words are really shameless, but I like it!" Merry Dongfeng laughed loudly and said to Magatha Horrible Totem beside him.
Magatha Horrible Totem unconsciously moved a step outward. As a race that believes in Mother Earth, tauren love nature and life, and have a natural rejection of all non-living objects. In fact, this is also true of almost all intelligent races.
common ground.
Magatha couldn't even accept Pierto Thunderhorn, let alone the gloomy-looking old undead mage in front of him. Merry Dongfeng shrugged. He didn't care about Magatha's attitude. In the past three thousand years, he
Already seen too much.
So he shook his wrist, hid his pale hands in the gray cloak again, followed Prell, and walked slowly towards the door of the mine's wooden fence.
Rows of soldiers walked out neatly, except for the small ogre team at the back. Prell's original intention was to show his strength to the tribesmen in the Gale Wind Mine, so that they could have more strength.
With a little bit of confidence and courage, I can continue to support myself in the next war.