Quadruple split

Xiluo did not notice the difference in the expressions of the two people. Of course, he might just think that the two young people were a little surprised by what he just said, so after a short pause, he continued: "Now, let us stop for now. Condolences for the deceased, let’s discuss what we should do next, Mr. Copperhandle..."

"I'm listening, Lord Chief." A dirty middle-aged dwarf responded loudly in the corner: "What are your orders?"

It is necessary to mention here that although the Fire Claw Territory is a tribal alliance dominated by orcs, it does not mean that all the population here is composed of orcs. In fact, there have been almost no tribes in the Innocence Continent purely based on a certain kind of people since a long time ago. It is a gathering place for racial units. An orc may also be an insider of the Marshall family placed in the Fire Claw Territory, and many people from other races also play important roles in the Fire Claw.

When Mo Tan first walked in, he took a rough look around. Including Chief Xiluo, pure-blooded orcs only accounted for about two-thirds of the total number of people in the meeting hall, and together with Cassie and The other third, including this dwarf, were people of various races.

"I want to know if we enter a state of war with the Marshall Territory, how many soldiers can our current weapons reserves be able to arm?" Xiluo asked in a deep voice, and then added: "Within a month."

The dwarf took out a dirty pamphlet from his pocket, flipped through it and replied without looking up: "Seven thousand people, if they are all adjusted according to the specifications of the Blood Claw Guards, three thousand people, you know Yes, our mine output has been very tight, and we do not have enough financial resources to import large quantities."

"Seven thousand people... okay." Xiluo gently rubbed his forehead, waved his hand for the dwarf named Tongshan to sit down, closed his eyes and pondered for a while and then said in a deep voice: "Mr. Lewin..."

The half-orc man with a pair of brown-red pointed ears and a fluffy tail stood up and bowed elegantly to Xiluo: "Master Chief."

"Summarize what you analyzed last night." Xiluo said to him: "The more detailed the better."

The half-orc did not respond with some hesitation, and then quickly glanced at Shuangye and Motan under Xiluo's probing eyes.

"With all due respect." Futaba, who had been observing everyone, sneered: "Your idea is a bit stupid."

"Lewin." Xiluo shook his head slightly: "I know you are worried that everyone will repeat the mistake of trusting Sir Pace before, but I believe these two companions of Mr. Ned. Don't forget that the intelligence you analyzed all night yesterday is Ms. Futaba worked hard to bring it, now, do you understand what I mean?"

The seemingly tepid chief narrowed his eyes, and the flash of sharpness in his eyes made everyone present feel solemn. He was like a male lion taking a nap on the top of the mountain, standing lazily. Getting up, even if you do nothing, is enough to make the sheep at the foot of the mountain run away and make all the beasts bow their heads...

Just a hint of aura exuding inadvertently made Mo Tan and Futaba understand that this great chief deserved the title.

After all, a real strong person does not necessarily have the word "strong" written on his face, nor does he have to be handsome and handsome, nor does he need to be able to breathe fire or eat children. A strong person is a strong person, Hong Qigong At first glance, he looks like an ordinary old man with a white beard, but at a closer look, he looks like a beggar man. But can you take a closer look when he uses the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Dog Fighting Stick Techniques?

It’s the dragon who can bring you down, and it’s the dog who can make you stew~ That’s the two walking square characters - the cow’s chariot!

Well, let’s get down to business…

Speaking of Rhino's strong kick... I mean as soon as his bastard spirit showed up, the half-orc of the Fox tribe named Lewen suddenly trembled, and then he answered honestly: "The information brought by Ms. Shuangye is extremely It is valuable. Lord Ned was originally from the Marshall Territory and knows a lot about the situation there. The quality and quantity of the information he has found over the years is much higher than other spies we sent. I analyzed it carefully last night. After a while, even if it is submitted to the noble tribunal of the empire, it will not be a problem. Let me talk about the details..."

Lewin's statement lasted for a long time, during which he occasionally borrowed the imperial map in the chamber to explain in detail. The amount of information contained in it was outrageous.

According to a large amount of information and evidence collected by Ned during his lifetime, the Marshall family's slave trading business has been going on for at least thirty years, and its slave hunting scope covers almost the entire Marshall Territory and a small half of the Fire Claw Territory, and even It also includes the Simon Territory, which is bordered by another Marshall Territory and is affiliated with Grand Duke Simon of the West. There are at least thousands of slaves sold through various channels every year. This is not a small number. You must know that the term slave has long been used in this country. In the era of abolition, even a slave trade involving hundreds of people can be said to be an extremely bad act. If this happened in the Northeast Continent where the Holy Religion United exists, they would be tied to the stake and grilled!

But that's what the Marshall family did. Not only did it, but they also did it enthusiastically, with great success, and their methods were extremely covert.

In most cases, they will pick some villages and towns with a small population and few interactions with the outside world. The specific method is to send a small number of covert troops to rob every local creature that can breathe overnight, and at the same time decide whether to rob all the people according to the situation. Just run away or burn it clean. In most cases, this kind of thing is difficult to be discovered. Even if someone nearby notices something is wrong afterwards, they can make others mistakenly think that the local people have moved collectively to other villages or towns. If the surrounding cities go, the most they can do is leave the blame to some gangsters who don't know whether they are real or fake, and then take out some corpses after a while for propaganda and appease the people...

There are also other situations, such as letting the slave-hunting troops transform themselves into a bandit group, rush into other people's territory, burn, kill and loot, wander around for ten days and a half, and then use some secret channels to return the people to the territory for unified processing. ', in this case the Fire Claw collar is the biggest victim, because orc slaves are expensive to sell.

The last situation is more extreme. At some point, they will even attack cities, and the targets are mostly medium-sized cities in the Marshall Territory. The methods are extremely covert, and under the official cover, these missing persons will eventually be found. It's a series of 'unsolved cases', but the executors are very careful and usually only pick targets who don't have complicated interpersonal relationships, such as homeless people, travelers, loners, singles (crossed out) and even Small caravans are within its hunting range...

It's just that more than twenty years ago, when the Marshall family extended their claws to the small coastal town where Ned lived, they looked a little too ugly and too anxious.

Despite a lot of cover-up and confusion afterwards, the disappearance of one-third of the population still caused a huge commotion that year. Unfortunately, it was eventually forced to be settled by the authorities...

Perhaps even the Marshall family themselves did not expect that they left a curse in that hunt.

Ned, who had been working hard as a nobody and desperately pursuing the truth, was still just a 'little guy' until his death.

He left behind an intelligence dossier that was tens of thousands of words long.

That was proof that he had lived in this world, and it was also proof that carried the belief of Fenrir Team and more innocent people. It was also evidence that was enough to make the behemoth Marshall family collapse.

"Once this information is proven correct in the noble court, no matter how many years of history can protect them." Lewin finally said: "But things may not necessarily go so smoothly, and the Buffy patriarch of the Marshall family is not a person who likes it. People who sit back and wait for death.”

Xiluo nodded and glanced around the hall: "What are your opinions?"

A tall orc who seemed to be able to eat children and breathe fire suddenly stood up and said loudly with splitting eyes: "Kill all the Marshalls."

"Calm down, Grand Overseer Roche." Lewin, who had just finished speaking, gave a wry smile and shook his head: "It is not appropriate to have a head-on conflict with the Marshall Territory now."

A bald dwarf leaning in the corner snorted coldly: "Not appropriate? If we wait like this, all of us in the Fire Claw Leader will be robbed! Will it be appropriate then?"

"Nigu!" Cassie, the taciturn person in charge of the Hokage, said in a deep voice: "Not to mention the Mercury Guards of the Marshall family and the Buffy Sword Knights, even if you let your Blood Flame Mage Group fight the other party's Ice Curtain Mage In a group duel, which side do you think has a better chance of winning?"

The dwarf mage named Nigu curled his lips and turned away without speaking.

"But we must take action." A young female orc with light green skin sighed: "We can't go on like this."

Xiluo was silent, and Motan and Futaba who were sitting aside did not express any opinions. The latter even looked a little drowsy...

"Ahem." At this time, an old orc sitting on Xiluo's left coughed twice, blinked his cloudy eyes, and stood up unsteadily after the hall suddenly became quiet: "I suggest, Send people to the royal city, summon the nine lords including the royal family, and open the noble court."

The most emotional Governor Roche lost his voice and said: "But father... Lord Kurogiri! Those fat nobles..."

"Listen to what I have to say, little carrot head." The old man, who was known as Kurogiri-sama and was suspected to be the biological father of a certain great warlord, smiled and said: "Your bad temper is the same as your picky eating problem. It always changes. No."

"Pfft~" Futaba burst into laughter without giving any dignity at all. The combination of the great warlord who looked like a devilish muscular man and the slightly cute name of 'little carrot head' made him feel incongruous. The horizon.

There was a sound of dry coughing in the hall, and everyone was trying to hold back their laughter. Grand Overseer Rosh, known as the 'Growler', has always been a powder keg, but his flammable and explosive temper obviously cannot be used here. The attack occurred at this moment. This guy who can be said to be the number one warrior in the Fire Claw Territory is famously afraid of me. It is obvious that he was beaten many times when he was a child.

"No big noble is full of fat. They have been able to stand in the core circle of the empire for so many years, relying on more than just their history and influence." Gruheche patiently sat down on his son He said, and then looked at Xi Luo thoughtfully: "But Da Luo, you seemed to like eating fat sausage when you were a child..."

Xiluo smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "Uncle Gru, you are off topic."

"Haha, sorry, sorry, people just like to chatter when they are old~" Kurogiri chuckled, and then continued: "The Marshall family not only shook the rules, but also violated the interests of more than just our Fire Claw family. When we are not strong enough, Now that you have the advantage, it is wise to negotiate first, but..."

He paused slightly, and there was a hint of red in his muddy presbyopia eyes: "We must also be prepared for war during this process. Sir Chief, I suggest that we immediately organize a delegation to go to the Violet Imperial City, and at the same time mobilize all the people in the territory. Soldiers rush to the border. If the situation changes, we must take action first! Start a full-scale war as soon as possible! I will take the lead in the charge..."

Everyone was silent, and several senior Fire Claw leaders seemed to have seen the Blood Lion Grand Overseer again just now...

Time has taken away many things from him and has not given the old man any additional gifts, but this does not mean that the blood flowing in his body has cooled. Experience can make him understand what is rational, but when war is inevitable, When avoiding it, no one will question whether the old warlord can still carry weapons. Just like Gru just said, he will take the lead in the charge.

"Do you still have any opinions?" Xiluo smiled at his uncle, then stood up and looked around the hall, and said in a deep voice: "If not..."

"I have." A clear voice suddenly sounded, and Futaba, who had been holding his arms and sneering just now, suddenly became the focus.

"What's your opinion?!" the hot-tempered Luo Shi shouted angrily. Of course he didn't have a bad temper with Xi Luo and his father, but he wouldn't be polite to this little girl who was as big as a bean sprout.

Futaba glanced at him: "Be quiet, little carrot head."

The veins on Rosh's forehead stretched with a sudden sound.

"Roshi, let Ms. Shuangye finish what she said." Xiluo frowned at his good brother, and then looked at Shuangye gently: "I would like to hear the details."

The girl pushed up her glasses, walked up to Xiluo and said in a deep voice: "What the old man said just now makes sense. There is nothing wrong with the idea of ​​courtesy first and then fighting. But what I want to know is how you plan to refute the Marshall family in the aristocratic council... …Of course, in ways other than fisting.”

"Mr. Ned's information is evidence. I will ask Levin to organize an envoy and take it to the Violet Imperial Capital." Rhino replied: "Let the noble court make a decision."

"Oh." Futaba smiled softly: "This information is false."

"What did you say!?" Xiluo's eyes suddenly widened, and the surrounding people such as Lewen, Cassie and others were also stunned for an instant.

Futaba shrugged: "This is the simplest retort. What if the Marshall family says so?"

"What do you think we should do?" Xi Luo stared intensely at the girl in front of him who was not even as tall as his own chest. He knew that since the other party would ask this, he must already have the answer.

"Bring a good witness." Futaba said lightly: "And it's best to have a good brain, at least one who won't be stunned by a clumsy fake news."

"who?"

"I."

Chapter 88: End