Chapter 41 Conservation
Chapter 41 Conservation of Eternity
“This is a cross-border operation that is not officially recognized by the High Elves.” Drell replied succinctly.
After Drell’s dissection of the High Elves’ policy of governance from the black history to the rottenness, David finally understood:
If the High Elves really redeemed them, it was tantamount to recognizing the legitimacy of this group of elves’ military action.
If this military action is legal, doesn’t it mean that it is the same as recognizing that the High Elves have openly invaded Red Scourge Pavla’s territory?
Isn’t this tantamount to giving this crazy red dragon an excuse to take revenge on them?
No Elf would dare allow a repeat of the Crimson Scourge of eight years ago, especially since it would probably reach Dwensel itself.
It might not be called the Crimson Plague then.
Instead, it’ll be Scorched Earth, Elven Tears, and Defense of Dwensel.
No one can afford this kind of offense that is enough to dig up all one hundred and eighty generations of their ancestors and flog them repeatedly.
No one dared to take the blame, so naturally no one dared to claim these elven prisoners of war, let alone prepare any ransom.
At this moment, I’m afraid that the families of this group of high elves have already received a notice to run to the back door of the logistics department, lining up in tears to receive the accidental pension for the maneuvers and signing the gagging agreement .
“. Ward Fark!”
David, who had learned the cause and effect, immediately had the fucked-up feeling of having sunk a gnome.
This kind of expectation loss, moreover, made him feel like he was excitedly playing a strategy game pre-opening a second mine, but as a result, because of the double line operation there was a small monster did not A dead, and by the time he reacted to it had already put down his just put down sub-base to the living A burst like.
“Then what’s the point of me fucking keeping you guys?! Who’s going to answer me?”
David’s roar, which was filled with [Rage], instantly made all the High Elves tremble.
Fearing that this furious red dragon’s next sentence would be the tyrant’s words of ‘let them dig a hole and bury themselves’.
Fortunately, today’s David was getting more and more comfortable with his emotional control.
Especially the emotion of anger.
Due to the fact that there were gains in rage, he was more able to transform into a ‘weakening taunt all-in-one group control’ at critical times.
So now most of the time Davey let his inner rage run wild, and then recovered as before after brushing up on the [Rage] phrase, like right now.
But the reason for this was unknown to anyone but himself.
But a red dragon with uncertain temperament and a face that flipped faster than a book made this group of high elves feel even more fearful.
Immediately, there was an elf who couldn’t bear the torture of being repeatedly ravaged mentally and knelt down to pray:
“I can sing, dance, and am proficient in thirty-six musical instruments.”
David, who was a reckless man among dragons, scoffed at these ‘arts’.
But seeing as the other party was the first to defect, he immediately moved his claws and instructed the Drow to the side:
“This one will be taken into custody first, and given the same treatment you Drow would give to an elven prisoner of war.”
David’s words had just finished on the front foot, and the scene was dead silent.
The High Elf who had already surrendered even showed despair, and immediately grabbed the ground with his head, seemingly intending to drown himself directly in the sand.
However, he was yanked out by Zhuoer, while the pudgy-faced latter spat out a mouth full of sand and uttered a phrase that was often on Yevgeny’s lips lately:
“Kill me!”
“What? How do you Drow usually treat High Elf prisoners of war?” Davy offered his confusion.
“Uh we usually just pull them straight to mating.” Drow replied.
“.” Davy.
Drell Hiatt, however, did not show the slightest bit of gloating, but instead looked somewhat compassionately at Kraytian, who pursed his lips and did not say anything at the side, and explained:
“After all, the males of our Drell are really limited, and we usually rely on exogenous supplementation.”
Which is a giant dragon.
Of course this sentence she didn’t dare to say it in front of her master who was also a gargoyle.
David slapped his head with some headaches and casually said:
“Then change it to the treatment of your High Elves capturing Drow.”
The scene continued to be silent.
“What again?” David had a bit of egg on his face, thinking that there wouldn’t be something on the High Elf side as well.
Just then, he heard the High Elf representative Yevgeny on the side speak expressionlessly:
“Because of the eternal hatred, and the Drow’s cunning nature, so we generally capture the Drow and interrogate the information, either directly execute them on the spot, or sink them into the sea and feed them to the fish.” “. You guys with long ears are really bullish ah, after so many years of doing this you actually haven’t died out yet.”
David couldn’t help but tsk and tsk, just comparing the treatment of the prisoners of war on these two sides was startled to realize:
One side of the mating birth, the other side can vigorously slaughter, God damn conservation of mass you dare to believe?
Really can not stand this group of long ears grudges and feuds of David immediately swung his tail without good humor:
“You continue to beckon to surrender, get done first pull to the beach, the wreckage of the valuable are given me first pull out, and then find a terrain higher place for me to build a nest.”
“Understood.”
Zuoer immediately understood, and then asked:
“What about the rest?”
The rest, of course, were the hardcore ones who refused to surrender.
All pulled to bury, David thought or withdrew this both too brutal and somewhat wasteful elf order, immediately changed his words:
“Drag all of them to dig potatoes in the Katgana Plains.”
This statement is more effective than any intimidation.
Zhuoer have not yet had time to lead the order, that group of high elf prisoners of war who originally still stubbornly held their heads high and looked like they were generous in the face of righteousness first softened by half on the spot, scrambling to be the first to cry out:
“I surrender! I surrender!”
“Let me do whatever I want, don’t send me to the Katgana Plains, please.”
“Just give me the treatment of a human prisoner of war!”
High elves generally lived longer compared to humans, and when they lived longer, they were generally not too short on insight.
Carter Ghana plains is what ghost climate, this moment have already started spring, is still minus forty degrees toward the bottom, really dripping water into ice.
And pull them over how can just dig potatoes, they may face, may also include digging, logging and other heavy manual labor, do not know what will face what miserable Elf Road cruel treatment.
Under this cruel test, I am afraid that within a few years, they will have to die under the double torture of hunger and cold.
Even if they didn’t die, under the supervision of the Drow and the Surrender Faction, they would still live a life worse than death.
David nodded with satisfaction at the effect and immediately prepared to leave first.
The expected loss of the elven ransom continued to pain him, and he needed to eat something to slow him down.
“Master wait!” Drow, who seemed to see what was on Davy’s mind, hurriedly called out to him.
“What else?” Davy was a bit irritated.
“Master, in fact, you still have a portion of the loot that might be able to make up for your losses.” Hiatt said solemnly.
“Oh?” David couldn’t really think of any other loot he could have for a while.
Drell said with a look of ‘admiration’:
“Yes, as expected master, you have another shipload of loot buried at the bottom of the sea not far from the harbor.”
David first looked confused, then finally remembered something and smacked his lips:
“That broken ship of yours?”
He finally remembered that he had just broken out of his shell five years ago when a fart crashed and sank that Drell sea ship.
It’s just that it’s been soaking in salt water at the bottom of the sea for five years, what’s left of it?
“Yes, exactly the same batch of dragon eggs we used to collect.” Drell gave the answer.
The various dragon eggs that a group of them, the Drow, had collected after three whole years of birth and death in the Old Continent.
“.” David’s mouth slowly opened uncontrollably wide.
It eventually settled into a devilish smile.
A dragon egg?
Wonderful ~~~~~~ ah.
(End of chapter)