From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 166 A bad situation

"Monuments, Tombs of Heroic Spirits! Why don't we have a share? In the past six months, Karina and I have applied for them so many times! Why are the senior men in this department unwilling to look down and see the risks we have taken?

Woolen cloth!"

"Hoo ho ho"

Seemingly seeing that the little girl was frightened by him, Sera Kingsta took two deep breaths to calm down his emotions, and then continued in a deep voice,

"I have nine teammates. Four of them were forcibly recruited and sent to the West to reorganize and build tracks."

"The manager's cold attitude during this period made us very uncomfortable. Can you understand that feeling?"

"I understand. Comrades who have been together day and night for decades, or even hundreds of years, have to be separated after being simply named, and they don't even get a superfluous explanation. It's like you are just numbers on a piece of paper.

It’s just for managers to complete their targets.”

"Haha, you are indeed the new generation of this department. That's a great summary."

"Forget it, let's not mention them. At least they are still alive and are here to contribute to the tribe. It's different where they are."

Serakin said this in a low voice, and his tone seemed to be explaining to Olinka, but also seemed to be trying hard to convince himself.

"But there were four others who died during patrol missions."

"Yes! How could it not be? There are at least three teams here where teammates died during patrols;"

"Without us militiamen staying in the rear, how can the high-level trolls in our headquarters lead the soldiers to fight? Do they just rely on the less than three thousand elite proletarians? There are so many stations to look after, and how can they pull them out?

How much? Can you safely leave the rear behind?"

"They...didn't they agree? Then how did they respond to you?"

"But after we brought it up to the manager, that damn guy actually told us to stop messing around and said, 'Since you didn't die in the war, you can't be considered a heroic spirit'??"

"These are big guys who are going crazy with hunger. Once they are encountered by a small-scale militia, it often means more or less casualties."

"Although the hunting ground is small, due to our restraint in hunting and the withdrawal of more monsters, the population of herbivores is actually denser than in the deep forest."

"How could we not look for it? Karina and I walked back and forth in the government building countless times, and finally found that damn 'Heroic Spirits Memorial Preparatory Group' and told us our demands? It's this high-level word

Right?"

"But the latter are different. They are more sensitive and anxious. While their spirits are always tense, their desire to attack is much stronger than ordinary monsters."

"Listen, listen, is this a decent sentence?!"

Before this, she had actually been hesitant as to whether she should really do that? Although this was also the pioneer's order, it would undoubtedly cause chaos in the tribe.

She held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that this incident was just the laziness of the administrators at Nomen Station, and that there was no real problem at the headquarters.

After a while, she finally regained her composure, then took out another smaller notebook from her bag, opened one of the pages and took a few glances;

What was recorded in it were some of the things and countermeasures told by the Pioneer, as relayed by Kunna before she left the headquarters.

"A twelve-meter-tall giant bear in its prime will not be blocked by that broken fence. My teammates and I happened to run into it, so we went up to resist it."

"Are we trolls? It's actually quite honorable to die in battle, so we didn't think it was anything at all at the time. We even buried them happily and sold the cubs to the headquarters and exchanged them for them from the witch doctor.

I got a lot of rice coins back."

"In fact, we did block it. We killed the mother bear and brought back three cubs at the cost of the death of four teammates."

"What about the monument?"

And judging from the small things, the encounter between Mr. Serakinsta and Ms. Kalinates is obviously not just an exception.

"Damn it, they just wish there wouldn't be any trouble, so they can do some 'great research' without any worries! Can these idiots who don't do their job just do their job well first before talking about anything else?!!"

"And hunting teams that were forcibly dispersed were almost everywhere. This can be said to be a common experience for all members of the Nomen Station;"

"Haha, maybe the only gain I gained there was that I learned a few complex words."

"Suggestion box? It was okay at first, but now, it's normal for the things in it to be regarded as garbage."

High-yielding crops, endless carnivorous fruits and vegetables, sharp weapons, excellent armor, and the endless variety of machinery make the hardships experienced by her ancestors forty or fifty years ago so far away from her, it even seems like they have never happened before.

It's like an illusory dream that has never happened before.

"Not only this, but also the machinery that was dismantled by the hunting team, the inaction of the managers, the suggestion box that became a decoration, the inability to report due to the chaos in the headquarters office, the laziness of the deacons and clerks, etc. I

Everyone wants to know."

But under the cover of all these beautiful things, in the executive government office building at the core of the headquarters, those elites who have the brains second only to the witch doctors in the tribe would actually do such a thing and say such a thing?

Olinka stopped the pen in her hand and put it and the notebook on the table. She raised her palms and rubbed her cheeks hard, causing the rubber-like solid skin to rub against the fangs, making a harsh sharp sound.

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However, what she was afraid of would come to pass. What Serajinsta said next directly shattered her expectations.

"This place is close to the mountains in the north. Because the camp is small, the range of mature hunting grounds is naturally smaller."

Karina felt dizzy, and the words she heard from Seraginsta's mouth tore apart her impression of the pure whiteness of the tribe.

In her short life of only more than twenty years, everything in the tribe was so prosperous, and everything seemed to be pulled onto a rail car, developing rapidly and never looking back.

In her imagination, the living conditions in other stations outside the headquarters were relatively simple or at most more difficult than those in the headquarters, but she never expected that such a thing would happen.

"'This is a good thing! The names and deeds of Toka Jinsta and others can be remembered by the little ones even a hundred or a thousand years later.' This was what Karina and I thought at the time."

"Three years ago, we encountered a mountain giant bear with three cubs not far from the base. She seemed to be going crazy with hunger. She rushed towards the base after smelling the smell."

"The second time, what about 'research and study'? Let us wait patiently."

Such a developed material life satisfied all Olinka's needs, and she even dreamed of being an "artist", hoping to make this new civilization more vibrant and dynamic.

"As for the manager's inaction, isn't it clear from the outside? I have been to other small camps and have heard more or less such complaints from friends;"

Olinka nodded slightly, indicating that he was not wrong.

But now, she no longer hesitates. Although she has only visited one troll so far, what she has heard has exceeded the control in her heart.

"In desperation, Karina and I went there again."

"But more than half a year ago, the headquarters suddenly said that they would build a 'Heroes Monument' to commemorate the compatriots who sacrificed their lives."

"The former is okay. Although it is also dangerous, losers in territorial wars are usually already scarred, so they know how to give in and are easier to deal with in battles;"

"And the chaos in the headquarters office has become one of the sources of jokes in the field. There are various committees, and the names of the offices are more senior than the last, but the things they are responsible for are difficult for us foreign trolls to understand. Every time we go to

Every trip brings back new jokes."

Hearing this, Olinka felt incredible

Such a simple truth, even the 'old-school troll' in front of me, who is obviously over a hundred years old and may not have received any other education except literacy, can think of it. How can the elites in this department still not understand it?

"Have you ever made any comments to the headquarters? How did they respond?"

"Tsk, tsk. The first time, they asked me to go back to the resident manager, the two idiots at the center, and said that they were the ones directly responsible for me and Karina;"

"For this reason, although it is not that frequent, there will occasionally be monsters that venture in from the mountains or from the deeper forests to poach. They are either losers in territorial wars, or they are hunting with the hunger of their children.

."

"Even if you accidentally get a little closer, you will attack like crazy. Once you encounter it, it means extreme danger."

"Okay, Karina and I went back obediently, but we couldn't wait until the day they finished their research."

She closed the small book, put it carefully into her bag, and then asked solemnly,

"Mr. Seraginstad, I would like to ask, have you heard of any other examples of this?"

"This time, the apprentices in the office seemed to be tired of the hassle and told us directly that 'the selection is too troublesome and the statistical coordination is too complicated. Can you please stop causing trouble to them? It won't hurt to bury them like before.'

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"Deacons and clerks, anyway, they are no longer the same as when I was in my prime."

"Although we were stupid at that time, we couldn't even talk to each other, and we could barely eat enough to eat, but even if the chief angered me, I dared to drag him into a fight."

"Haha, if you win, I will be the chief. If you lose, you will be lucky enough to continue living and gain worship. The other guys will have to respectfully let me eat meat first."

"Now, I'm not saying that bloody gladiatorial battles are necessarily good, but at least everyone's thoughts are simple, and the chief witch doctors won't use some advanced vocabulary to talk about us."

There was a bit of nostalgia in his words at this time.

(End of chapter)