From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 193 The loser’s little thoughts and the lion’s big mouth (4)

"Haha. Let me do the math. It will take about three hundred years."

'Bang!'

A giant ax flew straight past his skull and cut deeply into the wall behind;

This excitement caused all the horned hoofs present to shed cold sweats. Only the chief priest acted submissively, but his eyes always remained calm.

"Old thing, are you kidding us?"

Daba's right hand maintained an axe-throwing posture, and his eyes were filled with blue bloodshot eyes in anger. The muscles all over his body were tense and tight, as if he was about to jump to the opposite side at any time to kill.

This time, Big Tooth didn't say anything to stop him, but just stared at the opposite side.

"Your Excellency, the Cavalry Commander, there seems to be some misunderstanding. I have no intention of fooling you. There are more than two thousand Black Forest troops outside the big tent who can crush the city at any time. How can I dare to do this?"

"But what's the situation? Is this really the case? Can you allow me to explain it to you in detail?"

"explain!"

After the old shaman finished speaking, he still maintained a humble posture, but the scene fell into silence.

"I am a reckless man, a true barbarian. I prefer blood and fire to that kind of 'knowledge'. So, old man, you think about it before you speak. Don't force me to take action."

"That's fine."

The chief priest looked at the wall between him and the next door, hoping that even one of the seven would come out to stop the behavior of this reckless man and the other reckless man outside.

"Haha, isn't it the other way around? As the victors, we have to pay a higher price? How can this make sense?"

Outside the tent, the sound of the moose's hooves soon sounded, and soon it gradually faded away.

"Your Excellency Commander, Your Excellency the wise spellcaster next door, the Ancestral Altar is ready. Once there is a misunderstanding that the war resumes, they will start to destroy the inheritance. This is not only our loss."

Forget it, he sneered, picked up the single ax and walked behind the old shaman, pulled out the giant ax he had thrown earlier from the wall, and then walked straight out of the tent.

Before leaving the house, he turned around and showed a bloodthirsty smile, grinning and saying,

"After the assembly is completed, go into the city and kill five hundred hornhoof species, and then come back to me with their heads."

"For the clans and people to whom the fields belong, this is undoubtedly a disaster that will inevitably make them lose their desire to work. This is the third point."

"In addition, the people must be appeased and production must be restored. After comprehensively considering these many circumstances, I cautiously set the number of 'three hundred years'."

"The influx of rice coins will cause disorder for a long time, which will weaken the production efficiency of our Toulon department. This is one of the reasons;"

Next door, one of the seven witch doctors who had been monitoring the situation from beginning to end spoke softly.

"Daba, go and assemble all the cavalry;"

"Of course, by saying this, we don't mean that we want to default on our debt, but we want you to have a relatively objective understanding and understand our difficulties;"

"Writing an official apology document and placing all the blame for this war on the Toulon Ministry will also hurt the enthusiasm of the people. It will also weaken our production efficiency. This is the second one;"

"What should we do? He seems to have made up his mind to use inheritance in exchange for our concession. He can't even guarantee how much he can hand over."

"Your ministry has promised to allow us to pay all the compensation clauses in installments. We are really grateful;"

"clear!"

"Dwarfs of the horn-hoof species, Daba does not want this meeting to end smoothly, because in that case, where will Daba go to kill? Hahahaha!!!"

"For example, the 'field cleanup' mentioned earlier requires at least several shamans to cast spells day and night for several days to restore a small piece of land to normal. However, the land that was 'punished' by you this time,

More than thousands of 'little pieces'?"

"If this is the case, it means that our needs have been clearly exposed in front of them, which seems to be a bit troublesome."

"Then let's see if the witch doctors accompanying the army will stop me, and if they can stop me?"

"And we, the shamans and senior clan officials, must spend a lot of time in order to collect compensation for your tribe and to fulfill our obligations, whether to the people or to you.

There are many things about the tribe to inspire people’s confidence in the future.”

Big Tooth's words were very intimidating, which somewhat made the old shaman doubt his own judgment.

"Presumably, the spell casters in the next tent won't let you do whatever you want."

"I think this will cause them to lose the joy of life and their longing for labor. The entire tribe will sink into a hopeless future. This is the fourth point."

'Fortunately, they are not real barbarians and understand the importance of knowledge.'

"The above four points are what I think the Toulon Ministry may encounter in the future in terms of compensation."

After hearing his words, the old shaman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had made the right bet. Compared with many other conditions, 'knowledge and inheritance' are the real goals of these barbarians, and they can definitely use them to pry them off.

Move more chips.

"I have already visited the destroyed fields outside the city. The land is infiltrated with a strange grease that I have never seen before. Please forgive me for being rude to anyone who has been ruined by your department. The troll language should be used here."

The word 'punishment' is the right one, it's an old mistake. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

After the discussion, the voices of the witch doctors rang in Big Tooth’s ears again.

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"Old man, Black Forest's patience is limited, but I still want to hear, what do you want?" Big Tooth resisted the urge to lift the table, and asked calmly.

"Aren't you afraid of us attacking the altar?" a witch doctor asked doubtfully.

"But now, that seems to be the case."

"clear!"

To be honest, if the witch doctors didn't need that knowledge, and he himself vaguely understood their importance, it would have been impossible for Big Tusk to ask such a question that made him feel ashamed.

"More than half of the caster power retained on the altar may not be used to target us. In other words, it is indeed targeted, but the method may be different from what we imagined, and it may not be used to completely destroy them.

"Inherited"

"I may be punished, but if I survive, I will be stripped of my command and given another beating! But what about you? Let me tell you! You will all die! All of you will die!!"

Under the dark glares of the trolls, the old shaman stood up. After bowing and apologizing sincerely, he sat back and continued,

"If the fields that have been 'punished' by your ministry are not decontaminated using special means, they will not be able to be cultivated or harvested normally for at least ten years;"

"But the compensation period, which can easily start at 150 years and reach 300 years with no cap, and the huge interest generated thereby, will make our people feel a heavy debt burden, and it may not be able to be repaid in several generations.

Huge Debt”

"Here!" the female troll stood up and responded.

With this in mind, he apologized and said again,

"Everyone in the Black Forest, it's not what we want. We really want to accomplish what you want from the bottom of our hearts."

"Approved."

"Then what should we do? Ignore everything and attack directly? Whatever we can get is whatever it takes. I feel pain in my heart when I say this. I think the other witch doctors in this department will not be willing to do it either."

Big Tooth imitated Nesta's appearance in his memory, and continued to tap the table with one finger to create pressure. His eyes stared directly into the eyes of the chief priest and expressed his stance.

"Then what should we do? Do we really have to give in? But what if they push further and are unwilling to give us anything? They may even use this as a threat to ask us for more."

But even so, in order for the subsequent negotiations to proceed as he wished, the old shaman still insisted on saying,

"You can kill a group of people first, otherwise you won't be able to be scared."

But no, the witch doctors did not stop them. Instead, Big Tusk spoke again.

"Very good, it's nonsense again. Drow, listen to your orders!"

The anger in his heart was beyond words, and the other officers sitting there were no less generous. Daba even held the remaining giant ax in his hand and was openly charging up.

"Old man, that damn 'knowledge' is what the witch doctors of the headquarters ask for by name, but remember, this is not the headquarters, and the command of the expeditionary force is in my hands! If you say one more nonsense, I, the commander, will

I would rather accept the punishment of the parliament after returning, but first flatten your dirty city that is leaking everywhere!"

"Follow your orders! Commander is awesome!"

"exist!"

"Old guy, I'm warning you again, don't talk nonsense in front of me." Big Tooth interrupted, tapping the desk in front of him.

"Haha, do you already know that they exist?" Juya smiled disdainfully and did not say another threatening word. Instead, he looked directly into the old shaman's eyes and said word by word,

The horn-hoofed people who came with him finally understood his plan. They were secretly happy and worried at the moment. They lowered their heads and did not dare to take a closer look at the reactions on the other side. Only the heavy breathing of the trolls could be heard in their ears.

linger.

"Let the giant fang ask them about their true purpose first, and threaten the rest with a certain amount of force. Then send a letter to the speaker and others to make a decision."

The moment before he went out with a big smile, Big Tooth's next order came to Daba's ears again.

Although he did not expect that the order was given to him, Daba still stood up and responded;

"Order! Far Traveler immediately kill thirty prisoners from each clan!"

"Daba!"

After receiving the order, Zolni, who had a more reserved personality, did not make threats like Daba, but turned around and left the camp.

Seeing this, the chief priest didn't say anything more. He didn't really want to anger this reckless man, but for the sake of 'initiative', he wasn't prepared to compromise on this.

It was only five hundred people, no, it was not just that. This loss was indeed enough to make him heartbroken, but in order not to pay more price, the old shaman decided to continue to wait.

The relationship between gains and losses is complicated. He doesn't believe that the other party's spellcasters will really risk losing knowledge and let these big-headed soldiers do whatever they want.

Let's see who can persist to the end.

(End of chapter)