Pirate System

The sun shone into the house through the field windows, forming bright beams of light that lit up Elizabeth's blond hair. She was looking at the personnel list in her hand, which listed the number of troops sent and the number of people left behind.

One-Eye stood opposite her, waiting for Elizabeth's answer. Once Elizabeth nods, he will raise his troops and go to war.

This dispatch of troops is no small matter. One-Eye will take away a total of three thousand people. After they leave, the defense of Dragon Nest Island will become very empty, so be careful before setting off.

Elizabeth finished reading the list and asked: "Will the number of people you bring with you be a little less? There are also 3,000 soldiers stationed on Silmarillion Island, and there are more than 20,000 indigenous slaves. You only bring this few people, don't you think? It’s hard to win.”

One Eye said calmly: "At least 3,000 people must be left to guard Dragon's Nest Island. Otherwise, I won't be able to rest assured when I go on an expedition. Although the number of soldiers I brought is about the same as the soldiers of Silan Island, we are better than others. The battle plan, as long as the plan is successful, we will be able to capture the Silmarillion Island. I am still very confident in this operation."

Because Silmarillion Island was difficult to capture, everyone worked hard on a battle plan, which took a total of five days. One Eye's expedition this time was not to attack by force, but to outwit them.

"Well, since you said so, I won't send you more troops." Elizabeth stretched out her hand to One Eye, who was stunned for a moment, and then extended her hand. The two hands were clasped together, and Elizabeth said seriously, "I wish you a triumphant return."

"I'd like to lend you some good words." One Eye said solemnly.

Elizabeth clenched her hands slightly and said sincerely: "On behalf of Tonk, thank you. You have given a lot to the pirate group, but you have never asked for anything in return."

"Tang Ke and I just said thank you and left. You don't have to do this." One Eye withdrew his hand. "If nothing happens, I will send out troops now."

Elizabeth nodded in agreement.

One Eye walked out of the conference room, and the team captains who had been waiting outside for a long time gathered around him. One of them threw his cigarette butt on the ground and asked, "How is it? Are you ready to go?"

"Let's go. This time when we go to sea, we must plant the flag of the Dragon Pirates on the land of Silmarillion Island!" One Eye opened his eyes, and the netherworld fire in his left eye was billowing like a ball of blue fire.

The fleet of the Evil Dragon Pirate Group set off in a mighty manner, with a total of thirteen ships. The flagship was the Blue Flame, and the rest were ordinary ships. In addition, there were two dragon eagles soaring over the fleet, and there was a mixed team of sea beasts and the heart-stealing ammonite beast Xiao Zhang escorting them at the bottom of the sea.

There are more than a dozen ships left on Longchao Island.

As well as the third-level magic ship Waverider, if it is not attacked by a large force, it can still protect itself.

The pirates and natives on the island watched the fleet leave. Most of them looked concerned, but one person maintained a cold attitude.

"Huh? You look unfamiliar. Which team are you from?" A pirate asked the man suspiciously.

"Oh, I'm a newcomer, so you haven't seen me before. I work under the one-eyed boss, but I don't have a part in this expedition because I have only been a pirate for a short time and my skills are too poor." The man quickly changed With a kind expression on his face, he scratched his head and smiled.

"That's right." The pirate who asked the question was not suspicious.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and after standing in the crowd for a while, he slipped away without anyone noticing. He stayed away from the buildings on the shore, arrived at a dense forest, and climbed up a tree with agility. He leaned against the tree trunk, took out the pen and paper from his arms, secretly wrote a text and stuffed it into the metal mailbox.

After doing these things, he climbed higher up the tree, took out a cage among the leaves, and released the Speech Eagle inside.

The little black hawk flapped its wings and stretched out its head very intelligently.

The man tied the letterbox to the Xunying and patted its body and said: "My dear, go and deliver the letter to Captain Alem. I will leave by boat tonight."

The News Eagle flapped its wings and flew away at low altitude.

It is about to rain, and black clouds are pressing down on the Silmarillion Island, as if it is some kind of omen.

In a large ornate house on the island, Admiral Ste was having a meal. As the highest authority on the island, he eats all the delicacies. On the table are grilled chicken, steak, pancakes with sugar sauce and fruit salad. Each dish is very exquisite and exudes a delicious aroma.

"Well..." The sound of swallowing came out.

Ste raised his eyebrows and glanced at the person at his feet.

She was a little girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, a strange tribe between orcs and humans. Her palms have thick brown hair, her nails are sharp, and she has a furry tail on her buttocks, similar to a dog's tail. Because of their appearance, this race is vividly called the dog race by outsiders.

The little girl looked up at Ste, with a look of pleading. Her appearance was already ordinary, and her cheeks were sunken due to hunger, which made her look even more ugly. Around her neck was a chain symbolizing shame, and the other end was wrapped around the leg of the table.

She was originally the daughter of the tribe leader and had a high status, but that happened a long time ago, and now she is just Ste's plaything.

"Mi Luoka, do you really want to eat meat?" Ste shook the piece of chicken dripping with oil on his fork and asked with a smile.

The little girl named Mi Luoka could only nod to express her hunger because of the language barrier. Her stomach also made a hungry sound in response.

"Very well, if you want to eat meat, just beg me as a pet dog should do. Otherwise, don't even think about getting anything to eat." Ste said with a smile in common language. He showed a playful look in his eyes. For a nobleman in his early forties, his expression was very charming.

The guard and translator who was proficient in the local language reminded in native dialect: "Miluoka, hurry up and learn how to bark like a dog. As long as you please the "god", he will reward you with food." "

Mi Luoka had been pretending to be a dog for more than a day or two. She lowered her head to collect her emotions, closed her eyes in pain, and let out a low cry: "Woof!"

"The voice is too soft, and it doesn't sound like a dog at all." Ste stretched out his foot and raised Mi Luoka's chin with the toe of his shiny boot. "If you can't even be a dog, don't worry about it. There is no point in living if you can’t please me while I’m eating.”

The guard faithfully translated the original words.

Mi Luoka bit her lip, and a tear appeared in her eyes, slowly spinning around.

"Wang! Wong! Wong!" Mi Luoka shouted louder this time, raised his head, stuck out his tongue like a dog, and swung his tail behind him.

"Haha, this makes sense." Ste was so happy that he cut off a piece of chicken and threw it on the ground.

Mi Luoka rushed forward and devoured the piece of meat.

"Tell her not to forget to wag her tail when she eats," Ste ordered.

"Yes." The guard sighed secretly and translated St's order again.

Mi Luoka endured the humiliation and waggled his tail while eating with tears in his eyes. Although her race has a tail, this race has human intelligence and is not an animal!

For Ste, bullying Mi Ruoka is just a small game to kill time in the day. After finishing his meal, he picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth in a very gentlemanly manner, thinking about the next entertainment project. He can use the local natives as targets to practice archery, and he can also abuse the slightly more attractive Dog Tribe women.

Just when Ste was hesitating about this, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The door was opened, and three people walked in. Two soldiers were holding a Dog Clan native on the left and right.

"Dad!" Mi Luoka shouted after seeing the person clearly.

The man in the middle looks to be in his fifties, very old. Without the brown hair on the back of his hands and the long tail on the back, he would be no different from an ordinary old human race.

His name is Miye, and he is the original patriarch of Silmarillion Island, but now he is just one of the slaves. He can occasionally speak out for the majority of slaves, but he only has this little power.

"Mi Luoka, how are you doing?" Miye asked with a trembling expression.

"I'm having a very bad life. This God of Gods, Ste, often insults me. I want to leave him and come back to you." Mi Luoka said in tears.

The natives on the island had never seen the world, let alone any culture. After seeing the muskets in the hands of Ankara soldiers, they thought they were soldiers from heaven and generals descending to earth, and they always respected the people of Ankara as gods. Because of this ignorant thinking, the indigenous people on the island did not dare to resist and allowed themselves to be enslaved by Ankara.

Situations like the Silmarillion Island are common in various colonies. Some empires can even control an indigenous tribe with a few hundred people. In fact, the number of indigenous people is much greater than that of soldiers. Once they resist, they are fully capable of changing the enslaved life, but they have not taken that step.

There are many reasons for the emergence of colonies, and the ignorance of the indigenous people is just one of them.

"Daughter, hold on, I will talk to the gods and others, and beg them to let you go." Miye rushed forward, grabbed her daughter's hand, and comforted her.

"I can't hold on any longer. He will find ways to torture me every day and even make me dress up as a dog." Mi Luoka cried.

"What are you doing here?" Ste interrupted the conversation between father and daughter and asked coldly.

Miye wiped away his old tears, stood up, and replied in common language: "I want to negotiate!"

After several years of contact, Miye has mastered a small number of "god's languages".

"Why are you bothering me? Tell me about it. Although 90% of the time I won't agree." Ste said in a nonchalant manner.

"Women and children can no longer work in the mines. They can't stand it." Miye added, "Please."

"No, one more person means more effort, the work progress can be faster, and more ore can be dug out for me and Ankara." Ste refused flatly.

"They have babies in their bellies! If they work too hard, they will die! More than fifty women have died in the past few years."

"So what? There are so many people dying every day in the world. Do I have to sympathize with everyone who dies? The lives of you Dog Clan people are not valuable, and they will die if they die. If you are lucky, those dead people may be reincarnated in the next life. To become a noble race, this is actually a good thing.”

"That's human life! Shouldn't God have mercy on the world?" Miye knelt down and begged.

"Unfortunately, I am the evil god, and I have no extra mercy for you." Ste waved his hand, "Okay, get out of here. I have already thought of the next entertainment project."

"Please, don't be so cruel."

"Ouch? You know more and more words, and you can even say cruelty." Ste raised his eyebrows, "Your progress has given me a new understanding of the IQ of the dog people. Now look Get up, you are much smarter than the pig beast."

"Please, agree to my request. Men will take over the jobs left behind by women."

"No need to discuss this matter. It actually has nothing to do with the workload. I just like to see you living in dire straits." Ste stood up and said with a sinister smile.

Miye raised his face and saw the impossible cruel look in Ste's eyes.

(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to click: Like, I like it. Your support is my biggest motivation.)