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The number of gnolls was also counted.

In this village, there are more than 530 corpses of jackals. There were more than three hundred corpses of adult gnolls, and the rest were young gnolls.

Not a single jackal escaped.

As a newborn intelligent race, the Gnolls have a few more hobbies than before, which is to collect what they think will be helpful to them.

The non-commissioned officers knocked down the gnolls' tents, which emitted a disgusting stench from the inside. The non-commissioned officers endured the stench and began to sort out the trophies.

Soon some stones were piled up in the middle of the village, their exterior polished smooth and glowing dark.

"It's iron ore, and Inspector Shiloh and our blacksmiths would be happy to see it." Captain Lubbers followed Locke to the middle of the village.

"Collect all these things, send someone to contact Inspector Shiloh of the Logistics Wing, and ask her to gather the soldiers to bring them all back." Locke commanded.

Eventually, a small pile of iron ore was piled up in the middle of the village, and then there was no more.

"Looks like there's an iron mine around here," Captain Lubbers muttered to himself, "otherwise where would these gnolls get this?" ”

"Make a mark, and then have the soldiers bring the blacksmiths over and look at it," said Locke helplessly, "we don't have a professional prospector, we don't know that there are minerals there, maybe there are under our feet, and we can't see it." ”

"Wait!" Locke suddenly thought of the gnoll named Grayskin.

That druid jackal took him from the High Lord when he was separated from the Second Legion, and now he is locked up in the logistics wing every day, maybe he can ask where these minerals come from?

"Let the soldiers press that gnolloll druid over by the way." Locke recalled, "Now it's time for him to make a difference." ”

The herald of the Guards Company accepted the order and quickly ran towards the camp.

Locke gave the order for the soldiers to take a break, and by the way, the dead gnolls were piled up and burned.

The soldiers dragged the corpses of the gnolls to a low-lying area in the distance, and Locke walked casually around the village, looking at the gnolls on the ground.

It's impossible to say who is right and who is wrong, both sides are trying to survive in this world. For this reason, the gnolls attacked human villages and captured humans for food. In order to defend their homeland, humans are constantly expelling gnolls, killing their cubs and destroying their camps, also in order to survive.

There is nothing wrong with thinking about things from their own perspectives.

So, blame you, blame you for not appearing in the Silver Pine Forest and becoming my enemy!

Suddenly, in Locke's gaze, a gnoll seemed to move.

Locke stood still and looked closely, the gnoll's body was trembling slightly, he wasn't dead?

"Hey! Stand up! Hurry up! ”

The gnoll man didn't seem to understand the lingua franca, and he still lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Locke stepped forward and kicked him hard with his armored boots. Soon, the skinny gnoll man screamed and jumped.

The nearest soldier instantly surrounded him.

However, to Locke's surprise, the gnoll man actually lay directly on the ground, and then flipped over with his belly facing up.

Locke knew that if the dog was showing weakness if it was doing this, then the gnoll man was also showing weakness?

Locke motioned for the soldiers around him to disperse and go about their business.

He looked at the jackal on the ground, and he lay on the ground looking nervously at Locke.

"Do you speak the lingua franca?" Locke looked at him as he spoke, but the gnoll just stared at him blankly.

Locke couldn't help but shake his head, his right hand reached for his back, and slowly pulled out his Omen Sword, the bright blade of which shone with a piercing light.

The gnoll on the ground suddenly got up, and he made another movement that surprised Locke.

He learned from humans, bent his hind legs to stand, and knelt down, reluctantly but surely.

Locke took the long sword in his hand, a little hesitant. The gnoll in front of him was obviously more intelligent, but he didn't speak the lingua franca, and he couldn't help himself, so it was useless to keep it.

Locke had no choice but to say sorry in his heart.

He slowly raised the Omen Sword in his hand, facing the kneeling gnolls.

The gnolls began to let out miserable and desolate howls from their mouths, as well as short, ever-changing howls.

Locke couldn't help but close his eyes, and the Omen Sword in his hand was ready to sweep down.

"Wait! My lord! ”

A slightly slurred voice came from a distance, and Locke stopped what he was doing, and he turned his head to look.

In the forest, Shiloh walked over with a group of soldiers, blacksmiths, and the oppressed gnoll druid Grayskin.

It was Greyskin who prevented himself from killing him.

Locke clubbed the Omen Sword to the ground and waited for the coming gnolls to give him an explanation.

"My lord! He said he was willing to be your slave! Always working for you! The gnoll druid, Grayskin, bowed respectfully.

Grayskin's hands were tied together with ropes, and that section of the rope was held in the hands of a strong warrior.

Locke was stunned.

Slave?

Locke was relieved when he thought about it, strictly speaking. As long as there is war, there will be a large number of slaves.

This world is still in the age of cold weapons, and many soldiers who have not died on the battlefield will become slaves if they are captured.

The value of the slaves is reflected in what they will do.

Compared to slaves of other races, the Jackal slave is of low intelligence and prone to accidents. The latter is highly intelligent and easy to control.

It just so happened that the Fifth Legion was vigorously developing new towns, and it was a time when there was an urgent shortage of labor, so wouldn't it be nice to grab some gnolls slaves to dig and move stones?

Locke thrust his sword back behind his back, he looked at Grayskin and asked, "What do you have to guarantee that these gnolls won't betray us?" ”

Locke pointed to the gnolls who were kneeling on the ground and said, "You know what your people are." ”

"Your Excellency." Grayskin bowed first, as if this guy had been watched for a long time, as if he had learned a lot of human etiquette, and even spoke more neatly.

"First of all, thank you for your kindness to the Greyskins, as a fellow kindred, it is impossible for the Greyskins to watch him die in front of the Greyskins. The Greyskins know very well what the Greyskins have done, thank you for your mercy. Grayskin bowed again, then he looked up and continued, "I will tell him about your greatness and kindness. In the future, if there are any more such people, I will persuade them to pledge their allegiance to you and become your slaves. ”

"Of course, this may not be able to undo the damage they have done to humanity, to your people. No matter what you ask them to do, Greyskin will support your grown-up. I only hope that you can spare his life and let him atone for the sins of mankind. ”

As soon as he said this, Locke began to hesitate in his heart.

Use? Or not?

These gnolls are bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, if you really want to use them, then you have to be careful. Coupled with the fact that there is an alternative in the Gray Skin, it shouldn't be a big problem?

Take something to try?

Locke hesitated, and finally ordered the gnolll to be taken into custody.

"Inspector Shiloh, it looks like we need some gnolls slaves to share the pressure with our soldiers." Locke instructed Shiloh, "Let the blacksmiths make shackles to roast his feet, don't overeat every meal, and keep his body in a weak state." ”

"We're going to grab some gnolls and slaves to mine and stone for us." Locke looked at the officers present and said, "Do you have any opinions?" ”

"In principle, I don't approve of this move, it's too dangerous. However, if you decide, Commander, I will support you. Shiloh thought for a moment and replied to Locke.

"As long as we can free our soldiers from their work, I don't think anyone else will have an opinion." Captain Lubbers nodded in affirmation of Locke's thoughts, "Even if they rebel, the brave recruits can defeat them." ”

"Alright, let's go ahead and sweep up the small and medium-sized gnolls around. Those who are not strong enough to resist remain. With this gray druid. Locke instructed Shiloh, "Let the soldiers of your logistics wing follow us and clean up the corpses of the gnolls along the way." Collect the things in the Gnoll camp. ”

"Oh, yes. Greyskin! Ask the gnoll where he got all this iron ore. Locke pointed to the stone on the ground and explained, "This thing is of great use to us, if it can help us, I will give your people a better life." ”

"Thank you, merciful sir, Grayskin will ask!" Grayskin bowed, and then, pulled by the soldier, walked towards the gnoll man who had just been taken in.

A short time later, Greyhide came with the gnoll man.

"Grayskin asked, Grayskin told me. Not far from here, there is a place where there are such stones everywhere, and there are many on the ground. ”

Grayskin finished speaking the lingua franca and turned to his people, the skinny gnolls communicating in the gnoll language.

The gnolls looked at the humans around him with a terrified gaze, nodded vigorously to return to the gray skin, and tried to run to the side, but was stopped by the soldiers guarding him.

"He's saying, let's follow him." Grayskin was busy translating for everyone.

Leaving behind the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, Locke and a group of others followed the leading gnolls towards the mountain.

Within five minutes of walking, at the foot of a small hill, there were bare, black, yellow, brown stones everywhere.

"Iron ore!"

Several blacksmiths who accompanied him hurriedly squatted down, picked up the stones on the ground and looked at them.

"Legion Commander! These iron ores are all medium and high-grade iron ores, which can meet the armament needs of our legions, but I don't know how much reserves are here. A blacksmith excitedly handed Locke a yellow-brown stone in his hand.

Looking at the blacksmith's ecstatic expression, Locke took the stone and looked back and forth. Apparently he couldn't see it, and he handed the stone to the blacksmith.

He turned his head and asked, "Ask him, why didn't anyone come here to dig ore before?" ”

The gnoll barked like a dog, and Grayskin nodded.

Grayskin respectfully explained to Locke, "There used to be a group of humans digging here to dig stones, but then the natural disaster struck, and these humans were all killed by the natural disaster. That's what happened here. ”

Oh?! That was a real surprise.