Chapter 91: Courtesy first, then attack

Xi Luo 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 he continued after a brief pause. Said: "Now, let us stop mourning the deceased for the time being and discuss what we should do next, Mr. Copperhandle..."

"I am listening, Lord Chief." A dirty middle man said Old dwarf big in corner Sheng responded: "What are your orders?"

It is necessary to mention here that although the Fire Claw Territory is a union of tribes dominated by orcs, it does not mean that the entire population here is composed of orcs. In fact, there have been almost no gathering places purely based on a certain race in the Innocence Continent since a long time ago. An orc may also be an insider of the Marshall family placed in the Fire Claw Territory, and there are also many people from other races in the Fire Claw Territory. plays an important role here.

When Mo Tan just walked in here, he took a rough look around the situation. Including the chief Xiluo, pure-blooded orcs only accounted for about two-thirds of the total number of people in the meeting hall, and The other third, including Cassie and the dwarf, are 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 don’t have enough financial resources to import in large quantities.”

“Seven thousand people...Okay.” Xiluo gently rubbed his forehead and waved to that person. The dwarf named Copper Handle sat down, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, 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. He bowed elegantly to Xiluo: "Master Chief."

"Summary 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."

"Lewen." 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 information you analyzed all night yesterday was brought by Ms. Futaba with her life. Now, understand Do you understand what I mean?"

The tepid-looking chief narrowed his eyes, and the flash of sharpness in his eyes made everyone present feel solemn, as if A male lion who was taking a nap on the top of the mountain lazily stood up. Even if he did nothing, it would be enough to make the sheep at the foot of the mountain run away and make all beasts bow their heads...

Just disseminated inadvertently. With just a breath of breath, Mo Tan and Shuangye understood 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 that can bring you down, and it’s the dog that can make you stew~ That’s the two walking square characters - the oxcarriage!

Hey, let’s get down to business...

Speaking of Xiluo kicking hard...I mean, as soon as the bastard spirit showed up, the half-orc of the Fox tribe named Lewen suddenly became a Shivering, he then answered honestly: "The information brought by Ms. Futaba is extremely valuable. Lord Ned was originally from the Marshall Territory and knows a lot about the situation there. What he has found out over the years The quality and quantity of the information are much higher than those of other spies we sent. I analyzed it carefully last night, and it is not even a problem to submit it to the noble tribunal of the empire. Let me talk about the details..."

Lewin’s statement lasted for a long time, during which he occasionally borrowed the imperial map in the conference hall to explain in detail. The amount of information 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 target villages and towns with a small population and little communication 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 monitor The situation determines whether to rob someone and run away or to burn them all. In most cases, this kind of thing is difficult to be discovered. Even if someone nearby notices something is wrong afterwards, they can easily make others mistake them for locals. They have collectively moved to other villages, towns or surrounding cities. At most, they will leave the blame to some bandit groups who do not know whether they are real or fake, and then take out some corpses after a period of time for propaganda and appease the people...
 And there are 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 reunification. 'Processing', in this case the Fireclaw 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 official cover. These missing persons will always be "unsolved cases" in the end, but those who execute them are very careful. Under normal circumstances, they will only pick targets who do not have complicated interpersonal relationships, such as homeless people, travelers, loners, and singles. Dogs (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 "let it go" by the officials...

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

Ned, who has been working hard as a nobody and desperately pursuing the truth, is 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.” Levin finally said: “But things may not necessarily go so smoothly. The Marshall family’s Bashar Patriarch Fei is not a person who likes to sit still and wait for death."

Xi Luo nodded and glanced around the hall: "What do you think?"

One looks edible. The tall orc who could breathe fire suddenly stood up and said loudly with piercing eyes: "Kill all the Marshall family."

"Calm down, Grand Overseer Rosh." Levine, who had just finished speaking, gave a wry smile. He shook his head and said: "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 Territory will be robbed! Will it be appropriate then?"

" Nico!" Cassie, the taciturn person in charge of Hokage, said in a deep voice. : "Not to mention the Marshall Family's Mercury Guards and Buffy's Sword Knights, even if your Blood Flame Mage Group were to challenge the opponent's Ice Curtain Mage Group in a duel, which side do you think has a better chance of winning?" Named Ni The ancient dwarf mage curled his lips, turned away and said nothing.

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

Xi Luo was silent 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 to summon the nine lords, including the royal family, to open the noble court."

The most excited Governor Roche lost his voice: "But father... Lord Kurogiri! Fat noble..."

"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 His temper obviously couldn't break out at this moment. This guy, who could be said to be the best warrior in the Fire Claw Territory, was famously afraid of me. It was obvious that he had been 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 because of 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 talk when they are old~" Heiqie 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. Now that our strength is not dominant, it is wise to negotiate first, but..."

He paused slightly, and a trace of red light appeared in his muddy presbyopic eyes: "We are in this process China must also be prepared for war. Sir Chief, I suggest that we immediately organize an envoy to go to the Violet Imperial City, and at the same time mobilize Send all the soldiers in the territory to the border. If the situation changes, we must take action first! I will take the lead in the charge..."

Everyone is silent, and some of them are very senior. The senior leaders of the Fire Claw Leader 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 have any other opinions?" Xiluo smiled at his uncle, then stood up and looked around the hall, and said in a deep voice: "If not..." 
"I do." A crisp voice suddenly sounded, and Futaba, who had been sneering with his arms folded just now, suddenly became the focus.

“What do you think?!” the hot-tempered Luo Shi shouted angrily. Of course he didn’t have any temper towards Xi Luo and his father, but he wouldn’t do anything to this little girl who was as big as a bean sprout. polite.

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

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

"Roshi, listen to Ms. Futaba." Xiluo frowned at his good brother, and then looked at Futaba gently: "I would like to hear the details."
 The girl pushed up her glasses, walked up to Xi Luo 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 Marshall in the noble assembly. The family...of course, by means other than fists."

"Mr. Ned's information is evidence. I will let Levin organize a delegation and take it to the Violet Imperial Capital." He replied: "Let the noble court make a ruling."

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

"What did you say!?" Xiluo's eyes suddenly widened, and Lewen, Cassie and others around him were also stunned for an instant.

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

"What do you think we should do?" Xiluo looked at him with burning eyes. Staring at the girl in front of him who was no taller than his own chest, he knew that since the other person would ask this question, 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?”

"Me."

Chapter 88: The End

(End of this chapter)