Chapter 165, Cruel Means, Slave Trade, Taxes for the Rat War

A head was thrown off.

This was a head with a face full of shock, anger and unwillingness.

It rolled on the grass until it stopped in front of an old priest.

On the grassland, in each tribe, the leader and the priest were the two who decided everything in the tribe.

Their relationship was not that bad.

Or perhaps it was because the priest was always the oldest elder in the tribe.

His body trembled a little more, wanting to touch the head in front of him that was still alive.

But he was interrupted by the cold words.

"Gather all the warriors in your tribe."

The wolf knight leader valued this group of sheep orcs, after all, their great king almost suffered a defeat on this grassland.

His cold eyes fell on the old priest in front of him, with a sense of scrutiny.

But although he valued it, when facing the old priest in front of him, the wolf orc leader riding on the giant wolf always felt superior.

The argali tribe in front of him was not small. Even though they were at a disadvantage when facing the wolf orc knights entrenched outside the tribe, they were not without the power to resist.

But they would probably still surrender.

Not because of the wolf knights who had arrived in front of them, not because the wolf orc commander killed the leader of the tribe preemptively.

With just one call, the angry argali warriors in the tribe behind him would come out in a line, but the old priest did not do so.

Kneeling down with trembling.

In front of him, behind the wolf knight commander, a dazzling flag was fluttering, and the breath of the god on it was so clear and strong.

The god who was worshipped and held high betrayed the argali tribe.

After the leaders were killed and the priests knelt down sadly, even though the power left by the argali tribe on this four-season pasture was far greater than that of the wolf knights who arrived.

But they lost the power to resist, in the betrayal of the god, in the silence of most of the priests.

Of course, there were also some guys who did not cooperate.

Although the wolf riders who came to Four Seasons Ranch for support were only a reserve team, they had an absolute advantage when facing any scattered tribe.

All the guys who didn't cooperate were killed.

The wolf rider leader successfully completed the collection of most of the remaining forces of the argali tribe.

At the same time, the migration of these large and small argali tribes began.

After leaving behind most of the giant sheep, these argali tribes moved towards the grassland pasture promised by the wolf orc commander.

They were unwilling, but the warriors of the tribe had been summoned and left the tribe.

They had no power to resist.

When the wolf orc commander and the wolf riders blocked the tribe again, there was only one choice left.

Either believe the promise made by the wolf orc commander and lead the tribe to the deeper part of the grassland at the moment when the severe winter is coming.

In the words of the wolf orc commander, there are more vast grasslands and prepared food.

Or, be killed.

There was no choice at all. Under the leadership of the silent priest and the escort of the wolf knights, the old and weak argali tribe left behind most of the giant sheep and embarked on the road of migration.

The wolf knights received a huge amount of supplies.

It was enough for them to spend this winter in abundance and for them to fight a long war.

At the same time, the group of argali knights became more obedient, taking into account the old and weak who were taken away, and their relatives and tribes.

This group of grassland barbarians who had experienced the baptism of civilization were no longer as free and easy as they used to be.

Only the wolf orcs knew the direction and specific location of the migration of the argali tribe.

They were not afraid of war and death, but they were still concerned.

They surrendered to the group of wolf knights and obeyed the command of the wolf knight commander.

However, could such surrender really bring any good results? Could these argali knights really see their relatives return to their tribes again?

Although the argali tribe nominally joined the grassland empire as a member, in fact, the commander of this wolf knight did not seem to take it seriously.

What the argali riders didn't know was that their gods, the gods they worshipped, were no longer limited to their argali tribe.

Some wolf orcs had new beliefs under the assignment of the wolf orc king, and even priests of the argali gods had been born among the wolf orcs.

Gods are a precious resource, even if they are just apprentices.

Whether the argali tribe is still so important in the eyes of their gods is already in doubt.

Those wolf riders who sent the argali tribes away quickly turned back. It seemed that they didn't send them far away, and they were also stained with some bright red marks, like the blood that had just coagulated.

The commander of this wolf rider was decisive and had no shortage of means. He quickly completed the integration of the remaining forces of the argali tribe.

Be prepared, be prepared to meet the impact of the outsider.

Then, then he punched the cotton.

There was no attack at all, and no trace of the enemy was seen. The wolf rider leader who stayed in the depths of the Four Seasons Pasture did not wait for any enemy.

During this period, Shu Zhan was recruiting troops and had no intention of going out. The rat scavengers who were actively rushing out also had more lucrative and delicious goals, running around the grassland.

They were hunting the scattered sheep orc tribes outside the Four Seasons Pasture.

After almost losing all the warriors, these large and small sheep orc tribes became the fat pies scattered on the grassland without surprise.

A large number of rat scavengers were chasing their tracks on this vast Four Seasons Pasture.

Especially recently, a large sheep orc tribe was targeted and broken by a large rat scavenger team.

That harvest was really enviable.

The rat scavengers who had been following Shu Zhan's ass to pick up garbage had never seen such a posture.

Groups of giant sheep were driven out of the grassland city, but this was not the biggest harvest. The biggest harvest was the large number of sheep orc slaves who were captured.

This is a rare commodity. Although Shu Zhan killed a river of blood on this grassland, this killer did not leave any survivors.

In most cases, there were piles of corpses, and sometimes the corpses didn't even have heads.

Compared to corpses, living slaves were undoubtedly more popular.

Even the leader of the temple guards, the real big man who served the gods, showed up.

Although these sheep-beast slaves did not satisfy the leader of the temple guards, the best sacrifices were still powerful warriors, enemy priests, or leaders.

But unfortunately, these guys were chopped off by Shu Zhan.

There was no other way, with a wave of the hand, the temple guards bought all these sheep-beast slaves and the giant sheep.

Preparing to send them back to the Desolate Mountains can also be regarded as their own achievements. After all, the main temple of the great god in the Desolate Mountains has not been offered sheep-beast sacrifices.

As for these giant sheep, they are doing the same thing as Shu Zhan, preparing to bleed them to fill the blood pool.

The temple guards' bids were very generous, and these guys have never lacked blood mushrooms.

They gave a very large number.

Even during the trade negotiations, the captain of the large scavenging team was servile in front of the temple guards.

But if there was a choice, many ratmen would rather kneel before the temple guards.

In the end, it even alarmed Shu Zhan.

Shu Zhan felt something was wrong when he saw this situation, and he keenly noticed it.

Wait! These guys bought the slaves and took them back to the Desolate Mountains, instead of offering them as sacrifices in the temple of this grassland city?

Although Shu Zhan didn't care how these guys tinkered, after all, no matter how they tinkered, half of the blood mushrooms produced in the temple of this grassland city would flow into his hands.

But you went to capture the sheep orc tribe that was crippled by me, and then traded with those temple guards, instead of offering them as sacrifices in this grassland city?

This is not allowed! This is absolutely not allowed!

Shu Zhan immediately realized that something was wrong, but he didn't mobilize a large force to find trouble with the temple guards. After being tricked by him, these guys didn't pay much attention to him, and he didn't go to make trouble.

And this problem is also easy to solve.

The arrival of Shu Zhan directly interrupted the captain of the large scavenging team's dream of getting rich overnight.

It was an 80% commission.

When Shu Zhan could slaughter these guys like pigs, he was not polite at all.

In a daze, the captain of the large scavenging team, his expression on his face changed drastically, almost instantly flushed, his expression became ferocious, terrifying, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Then, he glanced at Shu Zhan.

Shu Zhan was looking at him with interest at that time.

At this moment.

All the emotions were suppressed, the flushed face was forcibly pressed back, and a flattering expression was squeezed towards Shu Zhan.

The captain of the large scavenging team was very self-aware.

It was just that the change of expression and the ups and downs of emotions were inevitably a little unnatural. This flattering smile seemed particularly twisted and weird.

Shu Zhan shook his head with some regret. If the guy in front of him didn't know what was good for him, he could have more blood mushrooms in his hand.

He found that he was short of blood mushrooms again. Although the blood mushrooms in the temple had not stopped popping up for the time being, he was preparing and forming the second round of violent knights recently.

He looked at the giant bell in the temple of the gods with envy, which was a bigger one and carved with more complicated patterns.

Although Shu Zhan was already rich in the rat kingdom, compared with those real big families, those senior rat priests and these temple guards, the things in Shu Zhan's hands were really not much.

The giant bell in the temple outside the grassland city has been replaced with a bigger, better one with a crisper sound.

He retracted his sight.

Shu Zhan left.

He left the captain of the large scavenging team who was crying and laughing.

Regret lingered in his heart for a long time.

Even if Shu Zhan directly took 80% of the commission, he could still make a lot of money, but he couldn't make that much.

But if you can't make more, then you'll make less!

The new rules were set, and Shu Zhan would take a cut of all transactions in Prairie City.

A new thing was officially put on the table by Shu Zhan, who was not rich enough, taxes.

Shu Zhan, the warlord, began to collect taxes.

Especially the slave trade, which was heavily taxed.

For ordinary trade, if blood mushrooms were involved, a 50% tax would be collected.

And if it was a slave trade, the tax would be 80%.

An interesting point appeared. In the rules of Rat War, slave trade did not include slave rat trade, and slave rat trade was classified as ordinary trade.

The above two items, plus the five-level commission on blood mushrooms in the temple, Rat War was conservative in calling it tax collection. In fact, it was considered exploitation without any problem.

But after all, this was also a kind of progress.

It was a record that Du Yuan, the god, would write down in his notebook when he saw it.

The civilization process of the rat people increased by one again.

Later, in this grassland city, many strange things happened because of Rat War's tax problem.

The most direct manifestation was.

Rat War's ordinary trade tax could not be collected at all. Although Rat War was the commander-in-chief, it was quite difficult to get rice from the mouths of these rats.

The Ratman Supervisory Team was sent out by Shu Zhan to collect taxes. These supervisory teams, who cruelly executed fleeing rats one after another on the battlefield, had no way to deal with these guys who were thinking of various ways to evade taxes.

When these guys were forced into a corner, they would even choose the most primitive barter.

Anyway, it was a matter of life and death. There was no blood mushroom at all, and what was collected was bags of inferior blood mushroom powder.

When Shu Zhan saw these inferior blood mushroom powders for the first time, he fell into deep thought.

What is this?

This was the first question that came to Shu Zhan's mind.

But it was no wonder that Shu Zhan was like that.

These inferior blood mushroom powders were just like their names. They were really inferior stuff. There was definitely adulteration, at least more than half of them. The better ones were made of cave mushroom powder, which had the closest texture.

The worse ones were not acted, and were directly mixed with dirt, sawdust and some messy things.

In Shu Zhan's contemplation, this ordinary trading tax was left unresolved.

In fact, there are still some guys who can collect this tax, such as those big claw priests, but Shu Zhan is not stupid.

Most of his army's replenishment and logistics rely on these big claw priests. He has offended so many guys in the rat kingdom, but he has never had conflicts with the big claw priests.

But Shu Zhan still collected the slave tax.

Although the temple guards are not asking as high a price as the first time, they still want slaves.

In general, there is still some profit, even if Shu Zhan takes a high commission.

A large number of rats began to break into the grassland in front of them and dreamed of getting rich by catching slaves.

Under such circumstances.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and fine snow covers the vast grassland overnight.

The cold winter has arrived.