Broad World

Facts have once again proved that there will be some so-called outliers regardless of race. They are incompatible with their own kind, but are very compatible with other races. These guys are usually given special terms. For example, the orc chief in front of him is a typical beast (rape). Not only did he betray his faith, he also led a whole tribe to rebel. Although I don't know what the orc master **** Gewus thinks, but I won't be happy when I think about it.

Henry looked at Fugna's eyes with a little eagerness and enthusiasm, and nodded slightly. "Okay, I'll talk about the specific conditions. First, you and your tribe must guarantee their faith. Except for the gods I designate, nothing else will work. Second, you can only pay a specified share of taxes. In addition, a blood tax of 10% must be paid. (Blood tax, also known as blood tribute, is to hire a strong and strong man to serve as a soldier or labor in proportion.) Third, you must ensure the law and order of the city, and you must not rob merchants or conduct arbitrarily Similar behavior."

The orc chief smiled bitterly and touched the scar on his face and said: "Although it is a bit harsh, it has not exceeded my tolerance. May I ask, are there any gods you have designated?"

"The **** of slaughter in the future, at this time next year, he should almost be able to inherit the throne of Baal. Of course, if you want, you can continue to believe in the primitive shamanism."

Henry made no secret of his purpose. After all, regardless of whether it was Aberdare or Imoen who finally consecrated the gods, there would never be too many believers at the beginning, so it is only one to have one more. The number of orc tribes in front of them is quite large, and there are almost thousands of them together, if half to one third of them believe in it. That is also a lot of power.

"Understood. You are investing in a son of Barr. You want to reap enough benefits from this turmoil." There was a light of wisdom in Fugna's eyes. As an orc who has spent many years in human society, he has long heard the legend of the Son of Baal. Becoming a believer of a new **** has certain dangers, but the corresponding benefits are also enormous.

"Yes. Now that the conditions are over, it's time to talk about the benefits." As he said, Henry took out a map of the north from his arms. He pointed to the three-way intersection north of Bariskell Bridge and south of Dragon Spear Castle. "See here? I will help your tribe build a real fortress city here, and I will send people to teach you how to farm."

Fugner glanced at the long and narrow trade road, with a suddenly realized expression on his face. "You mean let us protect the past business travel?"

Henry smiled and shook his head. "Yes, this is just one of them. In order to ensure that you have sufficient labor. I allow you to enter the Troll Roaring Forest and the High Wasteland to hunt, whether it is an orc, hobgoblin, ogre, kobold, or jackal All can be used as slaves. Of course, the premise is to ensure the smooth flow of trade routes."

"So you allow us to legally sell slaves?" An ecstatic expression appeared on Fugna's face. He once stayed in Luskan for a while and knew the huge profits of the slave trade. As long as one thousand orcs are sent out to stroll around the wasteland, to ensure that a large number of strong slaves can be captured, it is completely a non-profit business, and it is more profitable than robbery.

"Yes, but you can only remember that humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, and gnomes are absolutely not allowed among slaves, otherwise I will immediately cancel this special policy. Also, don't go near the northern part of the Troll Mountain. The tomb of the sorcerer. There is a danger beyond imagination."

When Henry said these words, he was very serious. You know, there is the lich with the highest level of spellcasting on the road to Faerun. Lavoke, the king of wizards in the era of Netheril. He maintained this honor with an unprecedented caster level, forty-sixth level. As the creator of the magical weapon Dead Moon Magic Orb, this guy's strength is simply bottomless.

Henry felt a lot of pressure to be a neighbor with such a scary guy. Before gaining more powerful power, he will never take the initiative to make any kind of contact with the Lord of the Wizard King. You must know that a large group of powerful red-robed mage rushed in to seize the treasure inside, but they were all killed.

Fugner clearly understood the danger, and promised without hesitation: "Please rest assured, I will never let any of my subordinates approach there."

"Very well. In addition, you also need to monitor the situation of the Dragon Spear Castle at any time. If you find that it has been captured by monsters emerging from the ground, immediately close the city gate and strengthen your guard. Of course, this kind of thing depends on the situation. There are not many enemies, and you can also choose to occupy this place." After finishing Henry, he handed this fairly detailed map to the orc chief. Whether it is capturing slaves or building an early warning tower, he needs a map.

In the following time, the two discussed the types of taxes, the size of the cultivated farmland, the types of crops, the construction style of the city, and other issues. Finally, Fugena was appointed as Wywood City (Wild City). The mayor of the city, who also serves as the highest military officer of the city, enjoys the special care of the entire country’s administrative system.

This special city with orcs as its main residents is more similar to an autonomous region in terms of system. The chief has the right to appoint and remove most officials. In addition to having to send a certain number of soldiers to respond when the country launches a war, other time as long as it is responsible for management Just your own site.

Henry believed that once Wywood City was established, it would soon prosper with the advantage of the slave trade. Of course, this kind of system with a slightly evil tendency may bring some not-so-good reputations, but the slaves are all evil creatures, and the harm will not be too great. After all, it is located in this wild land, and it is not too strange to retain some barbaric customs.

Seeing that the negotiation was over, Fat Cat hurriedly stood up and bowed. "Your Excellency, there are still a few minor problems in the camp that need to be resolved, so please allow us to retire."

"Oh? What's the trouble? Shouldn't Corey let you assassinate the commander of the Iron Throne?" Henry asked with a playful smile on his face.

He knew his chief knight too well, and was always overly careful, not willing to take any danger. Of course, this kind of personality is quite good when it has an advantage, and you can use strict defense to push the enemy into a dead end alive. However, once at a disadvantage, there will never be any chance of a comeback.

The Fat Cat shrugged helplessly and replied: "Yes, we accepted the task of assassinating the other's high-level staff, and it must be done before dawn. However, those **** Iron Throne high-level officials have been gathering together to quarrel, and there is no chance to start ."

"Hahahaha! Man, I suggest that it is better to give up this plan, because that group of **** won't stop before dawn." Fugner suggested with a laugh. As the negotiation went smoothly, he is now full of red, and he is not like a person who hasn't closed his eyes overnight.

Henry nodded slightly and agreed: "The chief is right, give up, anyway, it will be dawn in a while. Don't worry, I will deal with them personally, and no one can run away."

"Since you said that, of course we have to obey the order." As he said, Fat Cat sat down again. He knew how terrifying the strength of the Lord Duke in front of him, and it didn't take much effort to clean up a few professionals who had never even reached the fifteenth level.

Everyone sat quietly around the fire, waiting for dawn. After more than half an hour, the orcs in the entire camp woke up one after another, and began to gnaw hard bread and jerky without making a sound. They had been ordered long ago, knowing that the war was coming.

Just when everyone was rushing to eat and rest, a little human girl ran into the big tent alone. She saw the fat cat at a glance, with a surprised expression on her face, and then asked loudly: "Huh? Aren't you the one who asked me to deliver the letter?"

"Yes, it's me. How about it, did you get the bounty?" Fat Cat asked with a harmless smile.

The girl shook her head. "Not yet, but I'm planning to come." Then she turned her head and said to Fugner: "Mr. Orc, I have stayed here all night according to your request. Can you give me the bounty now?"

"Of course, but you'd better stay a little longer. There is going to be a war here, and you will be very dangerous by yourself." As he spoke, Fugna grabbed an animal skin bag from the wooden shelf and threw it over.

The weight of two hundred gold coins was close to one kilogram, and the acceleration of gravity falling from the sky caused this little skinny girl to sit on the ground. But she didn't make a sound. Instead, she immediately opened the bag and counted them carefully, and bit each one with the few remaining teeth.

Seeing the poor health of the little girl in front of him, Henry frowned and asked, "Where did you find this girl? Where are her parents?"

Fat Cat sighed slightly and explained: "There are many woods outside the camp, most of them are orphans. You know, the Iron Throne is not a philanthropist~www.ltnovel.com~ They will kill those who dare to resist. "

Henry's face became gloomy when he heard the news. He glanced at the happy little girl and continued to ask: "You mean there will be a lot of them?"

"Maybe there are hundreds, maybe there are nearly a thousand, and some will die almost every day. After all, they are still some children, and they are not very survivable, and they are easy to be hunted by wild beasts or monsters." Fugner was also at this time. Inserted a sentence.

He is well aware of the living conditions of the orphans in the woods. They can only survive by catching some birds, rabbits and mice every day. Fortunately, it is the most abundant autumn season, otherwise it will be hungry in a few days. dead.

"After the war, gather these children together. I will provide them with food and arrange shelter."

After finishing talking, Henry released a three-level magic "cure disease" to the girl. Maybe it's because the food is not very clean. The parasites in this little guy's body are already so life-threatening. If he didn't meet himself, he would definitely not live for two weeks. It seems that these orphans are indeed on the verge of life and death. If he does not take action again, it is estimated that no more than one tenth will survive when the first snow falls. (To be continued...) ()