Chapter 101 Huge harvest, a group of "living treasures"
When Raven and others rushed to the scorpion nest, the sky was completely dark.
As soon as a group of people poured into the hall, a snowstorm started. The whistling wind hit the door and swirled around the castle, as if dozens or hundreds of witches were singing together.
However, this did not make the Eagle Army more energetic. They forced themselves through the gate and did not even bother to eat dinner. They found their places and lay down in various directions, and fell asleep one after another. .
"Put the pot up and cook whatever good food is available in the Scorpion's Nest kitchen." Raven yawned: "Don't wait until they wake up and can't find anything to eat, and they still have to be hungry. ”
The horse thieves in Scorpion's Nest were able to escape as fast as they could, and the two big horse thieves, Firebeard and Gangya, had also escaped.
After a series of battles, it was finally safe for the time being.
Furaf took the order and retreated, taking a few soldiers who were not seriously injured and started working on the food.
Soon, the pot was set up, and the strong aroma of meat began to float in the air. When the first bowl of broth was brought to Raven, there were already soldiers of the Eagle Army smoking it. The nose sat up.
The person in charge of cooking is Raven's personal soldier. He can't be said to have any skills, but this pot of soup is better than solid.
Large chunks of frozen meat, whole peeled potatoes, stored white radish, pickled pickled cabbage, mixed with horse cheese, salt, butter, and a few snow clams, cooked into a sticky consistency. The pot stews.
Looking at the steaming heat, it looks like a pot of Northeastern stew in a previous life.
High oil, high salt, and high temperature are not healthy from the perspective of the previous life, but in the bloody highlands, after experiencing successive wars, it is the most delicious food in the world.
Turning it slightly with a spoon, setting aside the oil on the surface, Raven lowered his head and took a big bite. The salty, umami, milky and meaty flavors were harmoniously mixed together, making him The body that was about to be penetrated by the cold wind warmed up again.
It would be great if there was a bowl of rice!
The soldiers of the Eagle Army were aroused by the scent, and they all picked up their bowls and started to stir up the atmosphere. The atmosphere was still dull, but it was somewhat lively.
After a simple meal, Raven called Volaf over: "Before you left, you said that you wanted me to decide something. What was it?"
"That's it, Baron. Sir." There was a strange look in Volaf's eyes: "We found a group of gray dwarf slaves in the dungeon, the same group Simon mentioned before, there are seventeen in total."
Looking at him. Raven felt a little surprised by his expression.
It is obviously a good thing to find a gray dwarf slave, why is he acting so strange?
Forget it, you'll find out when you meet.
"They are the only ones in the scorpion nest?"
"There are also many abducted women." Volav said: "I am afraid that they will run around, so I will temporarily pacify them first. The slaves are locked together."
"Bring them all together," Raven ordered.
Flav turned around and left, opened the side door and went to the dungeon.
Raven was a little bored for a while, his eyes wandering around.
Seeing Nancy sitting in the corner sniffling, Raven smiled and handed over the roasted water bag: "Thank you very much for this expedition."
" Huh, you have a conscience." Nancy took the water bag and held it in her arms. Her words were not polite, but she still had an uncontrollable smile on her lips.
Not long after, accompanied by chaotic footsteps, a group of gray dwarves walked up in handcuffs and shackles.
This scene immediately attracted everyone's attention. After all, the Eagle Army who had been living in the Eagle Territory had never seen any "magical creatures".
Raven also studied the appearance of these guys.
The gray dwarves are a branch of the dwarves. Not only are their height and physique very similar to the dwarves, they are also as good at processing minerals and forging weapons and equipment as the dwarves.
The price of an adult gray dwarf is usually more than two thousand gold coins, and the younger, the more valuable it is.
These seventeen people are worth at least thirty to forty thousand gold coins.
They are generally about 1.3 to 1.4 meters tall. They wear thick black leather armor, are as thick as buckets, and have beards of different styles. Some even reach to their feet. .
Different from the bronze skin color of ordinary dwarves, the skin of these gray dwarves is all mineral-like blue-gray, and the pupils are a very cruel-looking blood-red.
In the darkness, a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes, combined with their square but gray faces, looked like a dozen living corpses, giving people a huge sense of oppression.
But as soon as they opened their mouths, this sense of oppression disappeared, and even their worth of two thousand gold coins disappeared.
"I'll go! These guys eat so well, how can they be so delicious?!"
"Look at how miserable they are, even a Heraiti was injured like this Vice virtue, so damn weak! If they hadn’t arrived too early, we would have killed the Sand King by now!”
"That stupid big guy, what the hell are you looking at? Quickly, give me the food in your hand, and I will forgive you!"
This is another characteristic of gray dwarfs, their foul mouth. And dirty.
“Stop arguing—” the gray dwarf walking in front, with a long beard like a braid, shouted: “It’s because of your behavior that outsiders think we gray dwarves are rude and rude!”
“Come on!” A gray dwarf with a messy beard came from behind He bumped into him: "It's because you kept talking about bullshit politeness and made us look easy to bully, that's why you were caught and made a slave!"
"Stop talking!" Raven was also caught by this group of people. The guy was so noisy that he had a headache, and now he finally knew why Volaf's expression was so weird.
But no one listened to him. There was even a gray dwarf who jumped up and said something to Nancy: "Hey, that red-haired girl, do you want to try my skills? My mailbox is bigger than that of the human race. I'm sure It will take you to heaven and spray it on the face of the Lord of Light!"
Brush.
A ball of flame immediately appeared on Nancy's hand, staring at the guy.
"Master of the Forge! Magician!" The cheerful guy immediately covered his mouth. He knew that he had offended the wrong person, but he was still suppressed by several dwarves next to him. , punching and kicking.
“I’ll make you talk bad, I’ll make you talk bad!”
"Stop it all!" Raven shouted loudly.
With Nancy threatening them from behind, the group of gray dwarves finally calmed down.
Leaven raised his eyelids and glanced: "Which of you is in charge?"
"Me."
"Me!"
The braided beard and the wild beard refused to give in to each other and each took a step forward.
Lei Wen asked: "What is your name?"
"Bowell Gray Hammer!" Braided Beard proudly raised his chest: "Heir to the jewelry family that has been passed down for thousands of years!"< br>
"Sohei·Iron Hand!" There is no scruffy beard Give way: "The pioneer of the forging family that has been passed down for thousands of years!"
The corners of Raven's mouth twitched. Facing these "living treasures", he really couldn't get angry, but he didn't have any extra energy to waste. On them, straight to the point:
"I am Raven Ota Griffith, Baron of the Cairns Empire."
"You were once slaves of the Sand King. Since you were rescued from the Sand King by me, now you are I am a slave of the Griffith family.”
“I will give you housing, food, and if you work hard, I can even provide you with ale and wages!”
"Hey!" Bowell suddenly interrupted Raven: "Don't mention dwarves as wine. Who said dwarves must drink? You are racist!"
"Fart!" Sohe shouted loudly: "If a dwarf doesn't drink, he is not a dwarf, and he is betraying the teachings of the Lord of the Forge!" "Shut up!" Even Raven couldn't bear it anymore. He spat out a syllable in his mouth and palmed his hand. Suddenly a flame ignited.
Another magician!
The gray dwarves all covered their mouths.
"From today on, you must obey my orders and serve me. Do you have any opinions?"
The gray dwarves shook their heads in unison.
"Then it's settled." Raven shook off the flame in his palm: "Swear to the Lord of the Forge."
The Lord of the Forge is the god of fire and forging, and the guardian of the dwarves. , whose status among the dwarves is equivalent to that of the Lord of Light among humans.
"Before I swear, can I ask one more question?" Although it was a question, Buvier didn't expect to get an answer at all, so he asked again: "How many years will we serve you?"< br>
“One hundred years.” Lei Wen said.
After saying these words, the gray dwarf wanted to explode again.
Although they have a long lifespan, a dwarf can live to be more than 600 years old without any disease or disaster. One hundred years is equivalent to more than ten human years.
But after all, it was a hundred years, not really only a dozen years.
Seeing their displeasure, Lei Wen did not intend to continue arguing with them: "It is now a hundred years, and every time you bargain, add another hundred years!"
" Vampire!”
“Black-hearted nobleman”
"The guy who deserves to enter the forge!"
The gray dwarves complained, but they still had to swear loyalty to Raven one by one to the master of the forge.
"Flav, give them the keys to the handcuffs and shackles." After they finished taking the oath, Raven ordered: "Bowel, Sohei, take your people and find a place to rest by yourself. No Leave the scorpion nest and don't harass women You can drink, but you are not allowed to get drunk. Don't disturb my soldiers."
"Okay, Lord Baron!"
These gray dwarves are very adaptable to their new status. He turned around and left obediently.
Just when he was about to go out, Bowell suddenly turned around: "Lord Baron, um... no women are allowed to be harassed?"
"Of course, what do you mean?" Raven was a little confused.
"That's right...Hleti also imprisoned a woman on the third floor." Bowell said: "It seems that no one has sent her food for two days!"
" It’s three days, idiot!” Sohey shouted, jumping on his feet.
Leaven raised his eyebrows.
The woman held in solitary confinement on the third floor?
"Margaret, go to the third floor and bring someone here!"
"Huh?" Margaret, who was recovering her energy, opened her eyes in surprise, although she had no choice but to , but still agreed: "Yes, Lord Baron."
Then he turned to Volaf: "Bring the women with you."
Nancy would never agree. Spend a little more energy for the "untouchables".
But after experiencing the arduous march on the bloody highlands and seeing the heroic sacrifice of the Eagle Army, her mentality has quietly changed. She began to understand why Raven paid so much attention to the people at the bottom.
In her eyes, ordinary people are no longer just property and numbers, but gradually become flesh and blood.
Therefore, when the women who were kidnapped into the scorpion nest appeared in the hall, Nancy was still quite shocked, and the sight in front of her inspired her sympathy.
Even in the bloody highland winter, these women were wearing the crudest and thinnest linen dresses, and they were quite torn. Their hands and feet were exposed, covered with mud and dust, and they could still I saw patches of frostbite.
Their bodies were curled up and rickety, and there were scars of various shapes on their necks and under their cuffs, including burns, scratches, and whip wounds. The new wounds were superimposed on the old scars, which was shocking.
For horse thieves, these women are toys for them to vent and have fun. They can abuse and humiliate them at will without any pity.
Under the Bloody Highlands, there are so many women. If this batch dies, another batch can be snatched.
This scene immediately made the Eagle Army present breathe heavily!
They were born in the Eagle Territory, and they have all witnessed attacks by horse thieves, and have lost their wives, daughters, and sisters. Although they already knew that there would be no good results for them, when they saw it all with their own eyes, they still felt It made their hatred of horse thieves even deeper!
On the battlefield before, you should have killed a few more!
The bullied women looked at Raven and others with vigilance and panic in their eyes. They all knelt down as soon as they entered the door, but no one dared to say anything.
"...I am Raven, a baron." Raven introduced his identity again: "I have killed the Sand King. I plan to rest here for a few days, and then set off to return to my home. Territory.”
“I will take you away to my territory, where you can have your own house, your own life, and your own territory. You can even regain your freedom, provided that you can work for me, work long enough, and be responsible enough.”
Leaven’s conditions are not loose, but the women are still not. Ken believed it, and were all stunned, looking at Raven with a suspicious look, as if they wanted to see clearly what the lord was planning.
You can imagine what kind of life these people live in the Scorpion Nest.
Raven would not force them to believe in him now, and waved his hand: "It's none of your business now, let's leave."
The women bowed and left.
Raven's mood was a little heavy, but like the Eagle Army, there was a bit of relief in the heaviness.
At least their arrival saved a group of innocent women.
"Okay, things are pretty much settled, you all should go and have a rest." Raven looked at Volaf and Eric.
Volaf and Eric were also very tired. Although the decisive battle only lasted one day, the fatigue had already soaked into their bones, so they all bowed to Raven and retired, each sleeping peacefully.
The bonfire was burning brightly, and the hall soon became quiet again.
At this moment, a fierce shouting came from the corridor: "Let me go, you dirty heretic, I will never listen to your lies!"
The eyes just turned. Throwing it over, Raven saw Margaret walking back into the hall holding a chain. There was a thick handcuff attached to the back of the chain, which was clasped on the hand of a female knight.
This kind of handcuffs are made of "magic-sealing steel" and can block the fighting spirit and magic power in the extraordinary body.
Raven frowned slightly, while Nancy's eyes showed a bit of vigilance, because this woman was really pretty enough.
A head of chestnut hair as smooth as silk satin, a face as clean and delicate as could hardly be seen on the bloody highlands, eyes as sharp as a lioness, and teeth biting her thin lips.
The most eye-catching thing is the enchanted plate armor she wears, which is both practical and ornamental. It shines brilliantly in the dim environment - this is the standard plate armor of the Holy See Knights!
The moment she saw Raven, the female knight was stunned:
“Who are you?”
"Where is Horati!?"
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(End of this chapter)