Red Blood Dragon Knight

"Who has been oppressing these industrious and kind-hearted half-orcs and keeping them living in hardship?"

This question is directed at the soul, and it can be said to be a utterly condemning statement~!

Tekuridom was suddenly shocked, as if someone had revealed the secret hidden deep in his heart. There was a shudder immediately.

"Who is oppressing these hardworking and kind-hearted orcs?"

The answer was like lightning flashing across the night sky of the abyss of hell.

Although it was only an instant of light, at that instant, the monsters hidden behind the incomparably dark night were also revealed.

Grim, bloody, and full of terror~!

Facing the **** truth directly made him afraid to think. Frightened his whole body was cold, and even his heartbeat was stagnant for a quarter of an hour.

After a while, he gradually woke up.

Tekuridom glanced at Lorraine, saw a calm expression on his face, and felt a little angry. Immediately he will speak to refute, but he also knows that if he speaks in anger during the debate, he will lose his objectivity first, fall behind, and lose himself without fighting.

He took a deep breath, and then said faintly: "So, your sir, are you their savior?"

Lorraine turned around alertly and glanced at him, thinking that through his plain face, he wanted to see the raging anger deep in the high priest's heart.

Tekkuridom suppressed the frenzy in his heart, and responded to the famous God of War with a stiff smile.

But he kept crying in his heart: Tank Svado, my brother. I can't dance with the ferocious wolf at all, only you have this ability.

Lorraine retracted his eyes again in an instant, and then said: "If you really want to say that, there is nothing wrong with it."

Then he turned his head to think for a moment, and continued: "Savior of Orcs? I like this name. It's loud and full of justice. It's really good."

Tekuridom looked at Lorraine, with a straightforward Qiqiao, and he whispered in his heart: You **** butcher, blood-stained executioner, shameless hypocrite~!

But this is the case, facing this world-famous governor, he didn't dare to point directly at Lord Luo's nose and yell at him.

Tekuridom sneered, and then pointed to the other side of the battlefield, slowly saying: "Your Excellency, I think my compatriots who died in the battle may have different opinions."

Lorraine turned his head and took a look. On the battlefield over there were the orcs who died yesterday, their bodies still lying on the battlefield.

Although the sight was caused by the emperor team under his leadership, and he had a full estimate of the power of the artillery, but seeing the countless orcs lying down on the grass, he felt like everyone else. Creepy~!

Those corpses can no longer be measured with ‘tools’ as a unit, and can only be calculated with ‘pieces’.

Tens of thousands of dead bodies covered the grass.

Scattered limbs and broken arms, scattered skulls and ribs...

Moreover, in addition to this, there was a large part of the corpse, with the skin spattered, charred on the outside and yellow on the inside burnt by the soaring fire, looking very hideous.

Even the scavenging wild dogs looked at them with their tails between them and avoided them from a distance.

Quite a few corpse collection teams are processing their bodies.

Fearing that the tragic condition of the corpses would cause discomfort to their families, or explode some dissatisfaction, all the corpse collection teams are composed of human and half-orc servants.

In order to complete the task as soon as possible, they used gunpowder or directly with explosive crystals and placed them on the ground to detonate with the acquiescence of the officers.

In the sound of the swaying explosion of the mountain, a huge deep pit was blown into the ground. Then they threw the corpses into the pit, mixing them together, and finally filled with a layer of soil. They are completely buried.

Lorraine couldn't help sighing at the moment, and said in his heart: Nearly seventy to eighty thousand half-orcs, and they are all strong young men. If these work for themselves, how much surplus value can be exploited from them~!

But these guys are all dead~!

The money wasted in this alone is enough to make a heartache drop of blood.

It's just that he vaguely felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

The half-orcs in the vicinity dragged their homes, arranged long, like a registration team of giant dragons. In addition, those in the distance are rudely burying corpses, creating mass graves one after another.

Coupled with patrolling everywhere, wearing SS uniforms, one by one the wicked Imperial soldiers...

That's right~!

If this scene is replaced by a black-and-white film, it is absolutely the same as the Oscar best film in 1993, the classic masterpiece "Schindler's List" directed by Spielberg.

Lorraine couldn't help but smile wryly, but then reacted again.

He turned his head to look at the high priest Tekuridom, and said: "There is a famous saying from us: The flower of freedom is so precious that it can only bloom with blood and life as fertilizer.

Their death may not be worth it, but it is also an inevitable price.

It is precisely because you cannot rely on your own strength, but on the strength of others, so the price will be even heavier~! "

He paused, then continued: "I'm not a lie. You think you can just chant two slogans and you can change your freedom as soon as your upper lip touches your lower lip? That freedom is too worthless.

‘If you don’t give, there is no return’, do you still need me to teach you this truth? "

Tekuridom was shocked again, but he gave a strong smile and said, "But..."

Lorraine raised his hand and interrupted him, saying, "There is nothing. In my opinion, they may be just a bunch of poor people, but in any age, if you want to fight for freedom, you have to pay a price."

Tecuridorm was silent, biting his lips with his teeth, and after a while, he mocked and said: "According to your statement, if... I mean if. If one day we fight for freedom, we will rebel. Would rather pay enough, you would not condemn us, would you?"

Lorraine shrugged indifferently and said, "You have now gained independence and freedom. Why do you want to resist?"

Tecuridorm was stagnant.

Lorraine suddenly understood and couldn't help laughing.

He stretched out his hand to point to the people of the orcs below, and then said, "My dear high priest. You still haven't figured it out.

What I call freedom is the freedom of the people.

What you call independence and freedom..."

When Lorraine said this, he stopped and looked at Tekuridom coldly.

Tekulidom knew that Lorraine was tempting himself to ask, but he couldn't help but ask: "What is it?"

Lorraine said coldly: "What you call independence and freedom is the freedom of those clan chiefs who wantonly exploit and rule the people."

His blow was so heavy, it was like a sledgehammer hitting Tekuridom's chest with a thousand catties.

Under this heavy blow, Tecuridorm shook his body twice, and took two steps back fearfully before he regained his footing.

Lorraine pointed to the people who were half-orcs, and then said: "Don't believe me, look at it. See if the smiles on those people's faces are from the heart. And the loss of the patriarchs is because of their nature?"

Tekuridom looked down at the orcs below, helping the old and the young, happily running into the market, or walking happily on the way to the market.

They seem to have completely forgotten, the thrilling **** fight on the battlefield.

You know it was just born yesterday~!

He couldn't help squeezing the crutches in his hand tightly, his hands were white, and he almost broke the crutches in two. In my heart, I feel extremely worthless for the half-orc warriors who died in battle: the blood of these warriors is really in vain~!

Lorraine looked at his face and immediately sneered, then shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you still don't know your people, my high priest."

Tekuridom lost his voice: "What did you say? Me? I don't know my people?"

Lorraine looked at him coldly and said: "As far as I know, your patriarchs, in order to obtain huge profits, but there is no small robbery to kill the caravans that came to the grassland. After that, very few people came to you to do this. Business.

On the contrary, those patriarchs of yours are in the midst of making great money.

Now that we are here to do business with you, the half-orcs who have not died in the war do not see the slightest psychological burden on doing business with us. Seeing the rare opportunity, the price is cheap and the quantity is sufficient, of course I am happy to do business with us.

And for those half-orc warriors who died bravely...Your patriarchs and elders never get a pension, instead they look forward to taking their family property and children.

In that way, their family life will be even more difficult.

In order to survive, those family members must seize this only opportunity now, do business with our people, in exchange for necessities, otherwise life will be more difficult and difficult in the future. even……"

When he said this, he took a meaningful look at Tekuridom, and then he continued: "You may even become a slave to you bigwigs, or be driven from the tribe, abandoned on the prairie, and alive. Starved to death..."

Tekkuridom's lips tightened.

He hesitated for a moment, and then hissed: "But...but this is the tradition of our half-orcs for thousands of years~!"

Lorraine turned his head in amazement, and the guards beside him also exchanged surprised eyes with each other in disbelief.

After Tekuridom finished speaking, he suddenly felt a guilty conscience. It's hard to believe that this kind of statement actually came from my own mouth.

Lorraine looked at him. After half a day, he suddenly sighed, and then said: "High priest, don't you realize that these words are a bit despicable and sordid? You beautiful women with fine clothes and good food and wine. And those people. You have to bully, bully men and women, and grab property. Let people be separated and starve to death. What kind of tradition is this?

If you allow this tradition to continue, this race is dead and deserves it~! "

Tekkuridom was also ashamed and silent.

At the same time, he was also a little desperate. After this verbal confrontation, he was defeated and fell on his own position.

Their conversation will inevitably spread out, through word of mouth, and fall into the ears of every half-orc.

As the high priest of a half-orc, no outsider has understood his people, and he has also become a spokesperson for the powerful and oppressive people.

His prestige must be completely lost.

From now on, even if you see an opportunity, it will be more difficult to inspire those half-orcs to revolt.

Those half-orcs will never follow their patriarchs blindly as before. Instead, he stayed aside and watched coldly.

And without their support, no matter how big the flames are, they will eventually be extinguished by the empire~!

At this moment, an officer in a SS uniform was seen hurriedly running from a distance.

He ran to the front, saluted Lorraine, and then handed a document in his hand to the Throne of God Seal, saying: "Sir, it has now been found out that there are about 100,000 slaves in the camp of half-orcs. ."

Lorraine immediately couldn't help but let out a low wow, and then glanced sideways at Tekuridom. One hundred thousand out of one million are slaves. This number is staggering.

The officer continued, "Some of them are women and children, and most of them are young laborers. This is a document. Please sign it."

Lorraine was stunned for a moment, wondering: "Why are there so many young laborers?"

After asking, he suddenly understood.

Sure enough, I listened to the officer's report back: "According to the investigation. Those clan chiefs and chiefs are old and weak slaves wasting food, and they are generally disposed of directly."

As he talked, his expression of disgust and contempt appeared on his face: Obviously, the meaning of ‘dispose of’ is not to give them a pension and to put a lot of money on them. It was dragged directly to the grassland, beheading and feeding wild dogs.

He paused, then continued: "In addition to the counted slaves, some of them are branded and sold to our human race.

The brethren are still searching, but the lower official has brought the **** slave traders over, please take care of them. "

After hearing this, Lorraine smiled without anger, and said, "This bunch of puppies who can't finish killing~!"

Then he waved his hand and said, "Bring me all of them."

After a while, several fat guys came up under the **** of a group of soldiers.

Lorraine was surprised to find that they were all human beings~!

In the course of the investigation, those imperial soldiers, when they learned that these people were colluding with the orcs, under annoyance, they also put a heavy hand on them, beating them with a bruised nose and swollen face, as if they were caught in the second best school in the world. You can't see the true colors at all.

Lorraine looked at those people, and was speechless for a while: He couldn't even recognize the appearance, how can people check it?

When the slave traders saw the big flying eagle behind Lorraine, their frightened legs became weak.

They knew the great name of the Sir Alex Ferguson, but for a while, the lard was overwhelmed and wanted the last fortune before leaving.

But he didn't expect Luo Jue to bring the younger brothers into a group fight, so powerful. When they reacted, Lord Luo's army had already surrounded him, and he couldn't walk away even with his wings.

Later, I thought about being in the camp of half-orcs, but Lord Luo's Gestapo, a subordinate of the CIA, was a vegetarian, and they immediately found it out.

When everyone came to the front, the soldier beside him kicked the throne of God Seal at the slave traders immediately, and shouted angrily: "Bastard thing, my lord, can you look up rudely? Kneel down. Up."

Amid his anger, the group of slave traders knelt to the ground.

Lorraine pointed at the fattest-looking guy among them, and asked angrily: "You, it's you. Do you know, the empire is now banned from slaves? Where are you selling slaves?"

The man raised his head, looked at Lorraine through the swollen eyes, then hurriedly lowered his head, and then said with a trembling, "Although... Although the empire has strict control, it is because of the prohibition of slaves. It just... just soared. Our slave trader, the master... is mainly for other countries. Like Parthia, Rezedora... the prices there are very high, so... so the villain... People are confused for a while, please spare your life, please spare your life~!"

As he said, his head was knocked on the ground again and again, and a big pit sank on the soft grass.

Lorraine looked at him and sighed, "I want to spare you too, but I can't find a reason. Can you find one for me?"

"I...I..." The man stuttered immediately, and gritted his teeth one last time, and said: "My lord. I still have tens of thousands of gold coins. I beg my lord to let me make a living. I will give all the money to the lord."

Lorraine is very boring: Why do these guys always say the same lines when begging for mercy? Nothing new~!

He said coldly: "Your money is already mine. I don't need to talk about this. Are there any others?"

The slave trader saw that the soldiers next to him had already drawn out the knives, and looked at himself with a smirk on his face... his neck seemed to be studying where the knife should be better.

He couldn't help being shocked, knowing in his heart that if he couldn't produce something decent, as long as Lord Luo winked, these soldiers would slash and cut off his own head.

He hurriedly pulled his throat and hissed: "Yes, yes. I also have a pair of half-orcs sisters, I would rather offer them to adults here."

Lorraine was stunned for a moment, and laughed, and said: "I heard you right? You bastard, you just use a little good way to make beautiful women. You actually use the "half orc sister flower", you*, think Lao Tzu Isn't it just that lack of vision?"

Speaking of later, he even roared angrily.

The soldiers beside him also looked nervous, staring bitterly at the slave trader. I wish I could rush to the Throne of God Seal and cramp him. It made Sir Alex Ferguson so annoyed, if you anger us, don't want to be promoted again in the future~!

They immediately rushed to the Throne of God Seal, using their heavy military boots, they slammed on the slave trader. Using the heavy heel, ran his fingers, and ran them hard. Supposed a bad hand.

The slave trader screamed in pain and screamed: "My lord, ah. Ah. My lord. Listen to me. That's different. It's different~!"

Lorraine heard this, and immediately became interested, and said: "Since you have said this, I want to see what is different? Come here, take him down, wait until you find the sister flower, come see me ."

A soldier approached immediately and dragged him down like a dead dog.

Lorraine turned around and asked several other slave traders. But these guys are just small roles compared to the guy just now. There is not much oil and water.

Lord Luo Jue was extremely disappointed at the moment, he first shaved them all clean, and then ordered the soldiers to take them all aside. Then a swordsman stood behind him. After the big slave trader came back, they beheaded together.

After a short while, I saw that the soldiers had already turned back with the slave trader, and two people were following him behind him. They were wearing cloaks and hoods on their heads, and they couldn't see their faces, but they walked around like a willow in the wind, but they looked very graceful.

Lord Luo looked at it, and couldn't help touching his chin, muttering, "Well, I'm getting a little interested."

At this time, the slave trader had come to the front.

He first saluted Lorraine respectfully and said: "I have seen adults. I have brought them here. Would you like to check the goods first?"

As he spoke, he kept rubbing his hands against each other, looking extremely wretched.

Lorraine looked at it and frowned. Then slightly lifted the index finger of his right hand. Immediately there were soldiers rushing to the throne of the **** seal like wolves, whip the whip at the slave trader and drew the throne of the **** seal. Scream at the slave trader.

While beating hard, the soldier yelled angrily: "You dog is really itchy~!"

Lorraine looked at it for a while, and now the two people next to him were already shivering in fright~www.wuxiaspot.com~ they hugged each other tightly, then waved to stop, and said, "Forget it, forget it. Sir, I am kind. , I don’t even hear someone screaming, just hit half-dead casually."

He paused, and then added: "Wait a while, maybe you have to beheaded. If you are killed, beheaded again will not look good."

The crowd listened nearby, and there was a sudden chill. This Sir Alex is really cruel and vicious, he is indeed a scum among scum~!

The soldier listened to the order, and then stopped, then kicked the slave trader hard, and shouted angrily: "Hurry up and get up. Why wait for us to help you?"

The whole body of the slave trader who was beaten was covered with flesh, and he wanted to make a living. He fell to the ground and grunted twice, but in order to survive, he finally stood up.

He bowed to Lorraine, and then pulled the two men in black, as if offering treasures, and said, "Lord, please see."

With that, he took off the cloaks on the heads of the two.

Everyone took a closer look, and they were all taken aback at once~! V