Chapter 83 Capturing Slaves

It was just dawn.

There was a lot of cries in the indigenous tribe, many houses had been swept away, the ground was a mess, and there were still many wet blood and corpses. The strong smell of blood attracted many dangerous beasts, but after seeing the village in front of them, they were still very smart and did not approach. Piles of animal skins, belongings, and swords were collected, and they were all piled up in front of the chief's mansion in the center. Among them were a lot of gold and silverware. Aboriginal people like to use gold and silver to show their status.

In the open space in the center, there were a mass of human heads.

All the weapons were confiscated, and all the captured indigenous people were separated into women, children, and adult men, and then all of them were tied with ropes and strung together. There are basically not many old people among the aborigines, because their average life expectancy is less than forty years old, so most of the aborigines are adults, and children who are over fourteen years old here are also considered adults. The battle last night hadn't made them forget. The bloodstains on the ground made these natives full of fear, especially when they looked at Sauron, as if they were looking at something very terrifying!

The fight ends shortly after killing the spirit.

This was basically no accident. Ordinary indigenous warriors couldn't stop Sauron's attack. Although he had just entered the realm of high-level professionals, he was not at all unsure about fighting legendary creatures. The number of captives has not been counted yet, but a rough count should be eight or nine hundred people. After all, there were still a small number of people who escaped last night. Those drow warriors quickly controlled the situation. After all, the drow It is also a race that relies heavily on slaves.

"really!"

Sauron stared at the busy subordinates in front of him, and said to himself, "The drow's handling ability is indeed much better than that of pirates."

Whether it is the discipline in battle, or the process of capturing slaves.

The drow warriors are completely superior to the elite pirates under Sauron, and the drow society is supported by slaves. So they are also very good at how to control slaves under the influence of ears and eyes. However, the spirit suckers are the best at enslaving other races in this world. That kind of creature is born to control other races. The drow are still good at the dark arts, but for Sauron, their abilities are indeed much easier to use than pirates.

"Your Mightiness!"

A one-eyed pirate came to Sauron, bowed slightly and respectfully said: "The statistics have been completed."

Sauron glanced at him and asked, "How about the casualties?"

The one-eyed dragon glanced behind him. With a guilty conscience on his face, he whispered: "Twenty-six died, forty-two were injured, and the rest were basically minor injuries. I have already given them a happy ending for those who couldn't be saved."

Casualties so high? !

Sauron's complexion was not very good-looking, he turned around and glanced at the drow side, Dark Blade-Andri was restraining his companion's corpse. A total of three drow warriors were killed, and most of the others were wounded. The gap between the two is really too far. This is the difference between disciplined and undisciplined battles. Nearly 30 elite pirates died. If other pirates came over. I'm afraid it will cause morale to collapse. Looking back at the drow elves, only three people died in total, and only a dozen of them were wounded.

It seems that in a large-scale battle, the strength of the pirates is really not very good.

"Sign someone to come over!"

Sauron looked at the one-eyed dragon in front of him. Shen Sheng ordered: "Use a boat to transport these slaves back. First transport the children and women back. Then transport the adults. Let the people in the camp come to meet them. If there is any abnormality, they will be killed without mercy!"

Native tribes don't have much wealth.

All the trophies add up to a value of 10,000 to 20,000 Kindlers, and this is after calculating the fur goods they have accumulated, which have to be transported to the south coast before they can be exchanged for money. Ordinary daily necessities here. Most of the captured natives were ordinary people, but there were also a small number of professionals. These people were strictly guarded, and the number was only about fifty or sixty. As for the original chiefs and nobles, they had already been slaughtered by Sauron.

These high-level indigenous people must not leave a single one alive, they must all be killed in order to control them!

The pirates got busy.

The hideous-looking pirates kicked and kicked the native slaves up. A lot of brothers died just last night. Naturally, they don't have a good temper now, and Sauron didn't have much pity in his heart. Warn them that they must never break slaves, because these are important properties he needs. A very long rope tied the wrists of the native slaves, and they were pulled forward one by one like cattle. The warship had already docked in the river ahead, and these slaves would soon be transported back to the camp.

"set fire!"

Sauron looked at the ruined village in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Burn them all!"

A big fire broke out.

Many aborigines howled when they saw it. Their former homes were turned into a sea of ​​flames, and now they don't even have a last place to stay. Seeing that the tribe was completely reduced to ashes in the fire, many natives were furious with anger, but more often their expressions gradually became numb, as if they had lost hope, they let the pirates control them and bring them onto the warship. They are homeless, their tribes have been wiped out, they are now slaves and goods, and they have no hope and no more choices after losing their shelter, and they don't even have the courage to resist.

A puff of smoke rose.

Sauron stared at the village that had turned into a sea of ​​flames before him, and then turned around to look at the groups of slaves tied up with ropes, with a smile on his face.

He has finally gained a foothold in the overseas islands!

After getting rid of the native tribes in front of him, this island is his territory. Unless he actively provokes other native tribes, their chances of attacking Sauron will be greatly reduced. At this time, he finally had time to develop slowly, and the slaves with a population of nearly a thousand also provided him with a large amount of labor, and the progress of camp construction would be greatly accelerated.

"It's a pity for these farmlands."

Sauron stood on a higher slope and looked at the cultivated land near the tribe. He couldn't help but regret: "These cultivated lands are mature land after many years of cultivation, and there are specially dug ditches. Although the area is not very large, it is considered Quite valuable. It's a pity that the place where I developed is not here, and the river here is not very convenient to connect to the sea, so I have to give up all the cultivated land."

Cultivated land can be redeveloped.

However, the location of the natural port is difficult to change by manpower, and it is impossible for Sauron to change the plan for a little land.

Power cannot be dispersed, because the overseas islands are dangerous!

……………(to be continued ~^~)