Broad World

Facts once again prove that there will be some so-called outliers regardless of race. [ ] They are at odds with their own kind, but they are very compatible with other races. These guys are usually given special names, for example, the orc chief in front of him is a typical beast (tranny). Not only did he betray his faith, but he also led an entire tribe to defect collectively. Although I don't know what the orc god Gruumsh thinks, but I don't think he will be very happy.

Henry looked at Fugner's eager and fanatical eyes, and nodded slightly. "Okay then, let me just talk about the specific conditions. First, you and your tribe must guarantee your beliefs. Except that you can believe in the gods I appointed, nothing else is allowed. Second, apart from paying the specified share of taxes, you In addition, you must also pay a 10% blood tax (blood tax is also called blood tribute, which is to recruit strong and strong soldiers in proportion to serve as soldiers or labor). Third, you must ensure the law and order of the city, and you must not plunder merchants or carry out similar behavior."

The orc chief touched the scar on his face with a wry smile and said, "Although it's a bit harsh, it's not beyond my tolerance. May I ask, who are the gods you appointed?"

"The future God of Slaughter, by this time next year, he should be able to inherit the throne of Baal. Of course, if you wish, you can continue to believe in the original shamanism."

Henry made no secret of his purpose. After all, no matter whether it is Aberdare or Imoen who conferred the gods in the end, there will definitely not be too many believers at the beginning, so it is only one if you can get one more. There are quite a few orc tribes in front of us, almost thousands of people, if half to one-third of them believe in it. That is no small force.

"Understood. You are investing in a son of Barr. You want to gain enough benefits from this turmoil." Fugner's eyes showed wisdom as he spoke. As an orc who had stayed in human society for many years, he had long heard the legend of the Son of Baal. Although there are certain risks in becoming a believer of the New God, there are also many corresponding benefits.

"That's right. Now that the conditions are over, it's time to talk about the benefits." As he spoke, Henry took out a map of the north from his pocket. He pointed to the three-way junction north of Bariskell Bridge and south of Dragonspear Castle. "See here? I will help your tribe build a real fortress city here, and I will also send someone to teach you how to farm."

Fugner glanced at the long and narrow trade road with a sudden realization on his face. "You mean to let us protect the passing business trip?"

Henry smiled and shook his head. "Yes, this is just one of them. In order to ensure that you have sufficient labor. I allow you to enter the Troll Howling Forest and the High Wastes to hunt, whether it is orcs, hobgoblins, ogres, kobolds, or gnolls They can all be slaves. Of course, the premise is to ensure the smooth flow of trade routes."

"So you allow us to legally trade slaves?" Fugner had an ecstatic expression on his face. He had stayed in Luskan for a while and was well aware of the huge profits of the slave trade. As long as a thousand orcs are sent out to stroll around the wasteland, it is guaranteed to catch a large number of strong slaves. This is a completely worthless business, and they can earn more than robbery.

"Yes, but just remember that humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, and gnomes are absolutely not allowed among slaves, otherwise I will cancel this special policy immediately. Also, don't go near the northern part of the Troll Mountain. The Warlock's Tomb. There are dangers beyond imagination."

When Henry said this, he was extremely serious. You must know that the Lich with the highest spellcasting level on the Faerun road lives there. Ravok, the wizard king of Netheril. He maintained this honor with an unprecedented level of spellcasting, level forty-six. As the creator of the artifact Death Moon Magic Orb, this guy's strength is simply bottomless.

Henry felt a lot of pressure to be a neighbor with such a terrifying guy. Before gaining more powerful power, he would never take the initiative to make any kind of contact with the wizard king. You must know that a large group of powerful red-robed mages rushed in to seize the treasure inside, but they were all killed in the end.

Fugner obviously understood the danger, and assured him without hesitation: "Please rest assured, I will never let any of my men get close to it."

"Very good. In addition, you need to monitor the situation of Dragonspear Castle at any time. If you find that it is captured by monsters pouring out of the ground, immediately close the city gate and strengthen your guard. Of course, this kind of thing depends on the situation. If The number of enemies is not large, and you can choose to occupy this place." After speaking, Henry handed the fairly detailed map to the orc chief. Whether capturing slaves or setting up early warning towers, he needs a map.

In the following time, the two discussed the types of taxation, the size of the farmland, the types of crops, the construction style of the city, and other issues. Finally, Fugner was appointed as Weywood City (the wild city) Meaning), the mayor of the city also serves as the city's highest military officer and enjoys special care from the entire national administrative system.

This special city with orcs as the main residents is more similar to an autonomous region in terms of system. The chieftain has the right to appoint and remove most officials. Except that when the country launches a war, a certain number of soldiers must be sent to respond. Just your own territory.

Henry believed that once Waywood City was established, it would soon prosper with the advantages of the slave trade. Of course, this system with a slightly evil tendency may bring some not-so-good reputations, but since the slaves are all evil creatures, the harm will not be too great. After all, it is located in this wild land, and it is not too strange to retain some barbaric customs.

Seeing that the negotiation was over, Fat Mao hurriedly stood up and bowed. "Your Excellency, there are still a few small troubles in the camp that need to be resolved, so please allow us to leave."

"Oh? What's the trouble? Corey won't let you assassinate the commander of the Iron Throne, right?" Henry asked with a mocking smile on his face.

He knew his chief knight too well, and he was always overly cautious, unwilling to take any danger. Of course, this kind of personality is quite good when you have an advantage, and you can use strict defense to push the enemy into a dead end. But once you are at a disadvantage, there is absolutely no chance of a comeback.

The fat cat shrugged helplessly and replied: "Yes, we have accepted the task of assassinating the other party's top management, and we must finish it before dawn. However, those damn high-level Iron Thrones have been arguing together, and there is no chance to do it .”

"Hahahaha! Dude, I suggest that it's better to give up this plan, because those bastards won't stop until dawn." Fugner suggested with a laugh. Due to the smooth negotiation, his face is now flushed, and he doesn't look like someone who didn't sleep a night at all.

Henry nodded slightly in agreement and said: "The chief is right, give up, anyway, it will be dawn in a while. Don't worry, I will personally deal with them, and none of them will be able to escape by then."

"Since you said so, of course we must obey the order." Fat Cat sat down again as he spoke. He knew how terrifying the strength of the duke in front of him was, and it would be effortless to deal with a few professionals who hadn't even passed the fifteenth level.

All sat quietly around the fire, waiting for dawn. After more than half an hour, the orcs in the entire camp woke up one after another, and began to gnaw hard bread and jerky in silence. They had been ordered long ago and knew that the great war was coming.

Just as everyone seized the time to eat and rest, a little human girl ran into the big tent alone. She saw Fat Mao at a glance, with a surprised expression on her face, and asked loudly, "Huh? Aren't you the one who asked me to deliver the letter?"

"That's right, it's me. How about it, did you get the bounty?" Fat Cat asked with a harmless smile.

The girl shook her head. "Not yet, but I'm planning to come to ask for it." She turned her head and said to Fugner, "Mr. Orc, I have stayed here for one night as you requested, can you give me the reward now?"

"Of course, but you'd better stay here for a while. There will be a war here soon, and you will be very dangerous alone." Fugner grabbed an animal skin bag from the wooden shelf and threw it over.

The weight of two hundred gold coins was close to one kilogram, coupled with the acceleration of gravity falling from the sky, this little skinny girl sat down on the ground. But she didn't make a sound, instead, she immediately opened the bag and counted it carefully, and bit each one with her few remaining teeth.

Seeing the poor health of the little girl in front of him, Henry frowned and asked, "Where did you find this girl? Where are her parents?"

Fat Cat sighed slightly and explained: "There are many in the woods outside the camp, most of them are orphans. You must know that the Iron Throne is not a philanthropist. They will kill those who dare to resist."

Henry's expression darkened immediately when he heard the news. He glanced at the happy little girl and continued to ask: "You mean there will be a lot of them?"

"Maybe there are hundreds, maybe nearly a thousand, and some will die almost every day. After all, they are still some children, and their survivability is not strong, so they are easy to be hunted by wild beasts or monsters." Fugner also said at this time Inserted a sentence.

He is well aware of the living conditions of the orphans in the woods. They can only survive by catching some birds, rabbits, and mice every day. Fortunately, it is autumn when food is the most abundant, otherwise they will be hungry in a few days. die.

"Put these children together after the war, and I will provide them with food and arrange housing."

After speaking, Henry casually released a third-level magic spell "cure disease" on the girl. Perhaps it was because the food he ate was not very clean. The parasites in this little guy's body were already so many that it was life-threatening. If he hadn't met himself, he would definitely not survive two weeks. It seems that these orphans are indeed on the verge of life and death. If he doesn't take action, it is estimated that no more than one tenth of them will survive when the first snow falls. (To be continued..)u