Pale Emblem

Chapter 161 Request for Rescue

The Orc clan has always been a primitive society. They have no concept of small families and no private property. Therefore, it is difficult for Quellngra to understand why there are "traitors" among the half-elves. But this does not prevent him from using the "traitors" of the half-elves to benefit his own clan.

Chieftain Blackfyre could bribe the half-elf traitor to draw the defense map of Godorean Fortress, and Quel'Ngra was also desperately learning all the common sense about half-elves.

For now, he still has to rely on his barbarian brothers to deal with the half-elf "traitors".

Quilngla handed this important matter over to Locke, and told him to keep it confidential and not let the Blackfire Blood Guards get involved.

Locke, the spiritual warrior who was once again valued by the chief, returned to his tent. As soon as he reached the door, he smelled a unique fragrance of flowers and plants. So he opened the curtain and saw a beautiful and slender barbarian woman kneeling on a wolfskin blanket in the tent.

The barbarian girl was wearing a cotton dress, a headscarf and a mask, covering her mouth, nose and facial features, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. If he hadn't known her, Locke would have thought she was a half-elf woman, not a barbarian girl.

"Why are you here?" Locke asked coldly with a gloomy face.

The barbarian woman had already gotten used to the disgust and disdain of the Heavenly Spirit Warriors. She raised her head and said calmly, "I'm here to ask the Chief to do me a favor."

Locke snorted and said sarcastically, "Chief Quierngra's most trusted Ingrid advisor also wants to ask me for something? Besides, you are sitting on my sleeping mattress, you should kneel on the ground like other women... Ugly barbarian, do you really think you are a half-elf?"

The barbarian Ingrid grabbed the corner of her clothes tightly, then let go and said, "The wolfskin mattress you sleep on is not very clean."

"what?!"

"I'm just telling the truth. Also, the leader of the Frostblade clan shouldn't use my appearance as an excuse."

"What kind of reputation do you have? Don't you know it? You are a vicious and ugly woman. The entire Frostblade clan spurns you, as well as the barbaric women under you. I once tried to protect your reputation in front of the clan members. After all, you were enslaved by half-elves, but after you joined the Engla brothers, you actually opposed me in every way!"

Ingrid was not originally a member of the Frost Blade Clan, but she once managed hundreds of barbarian slave girls on the plantation in Braun Town, providing abundant food and cotton cloth to the residents of the entire Braun Town.

As a barbarian slave who was highly valued by her master, Ingrid had to first conform to the aesthetic standards of the half-elves. However, in the eyes of the barbarians and orcs, she was actually considered ugly.

Orcs and barbarians like women with strong bodies, believing that only strong women can give birth to strong offspring. This is the main reason why barbarian slaves are discriminated against by their own people. Their bodies are relatively weak, and the powerful barbarian fighters look down on them.

Ironically, these ugly barbarians who were discriminated against by their own kind were welcomed by the half-elf kingdom.

As the best among the barbarian slave girls, Ingrid has outstanding appearance and wisdom. She is proficient in the language and writing of half-elves. She can not only grow crops, weave cotton cloth, and make cotton armor and leather goods, but is also good at management and planning.

Last winter, after the orcs of the Rock-Splitting Clan captured the town of Bolan and drove away the half-elves, Ingrid took hundreds of barbarian slaves to seek refuge with Chief Locke, who was also a barbarian. But she soon stood out in front of Quellngra, and with her extraordinary wisdom and insight, she became Chief Rock-Splitting's most trusted barbarian advisor.

At first, Chief Locke and Ingrid had a good relationship, but ever since she followed Chief Rockbreaker, she often contradicted Locke. However, she was very knowledgeable and often refuted Locke.

The current situation is that Ingrid makes plans behind the scenes, and Quilngla gives the order to execute it, and tells others that it was the idea of ​​the Heavenly Spirit Fighter Locke.

Locke thought that Engla did this out of consideration for their dignity, after all, barbarian women had no status. Chief Rockbreaker and Chief Frostblade could not rely on a barbarian woman to maintain the effective operation of the entire nest.

If they were told, they would become a joke.

However, deep down, Locke now hates Ingrid more and more.

Ingrid knew that she and her sisters were not accepted by the barbarian tribe, otherwise they would not have been sold to the half-elves as slaves. Even though they were now members of the Frostblade Clan, those barbarian compatriots still discriminated against and excluded them.

The Heavenly Spirit Fighter Locke was influenced by his own people and would never give the Barbarian slave girl fair treatment.

Ingrid can only rely on wisdom and ability to fight for a place to live for herself and her sisters in this primitive and barbaric clan.

This is not an easy thing to do.

The half-elf sage described the half-orc butcher as a cunning and cruel monster. Even if Quellngra behaved very open-mindedly, his butcher nature would not change. Ingrid deliberately distanced himself from his fellow barbarians and repeatedly refuted some of the proposals of the Sky Spirit Fighter Locke in public with reason and evidence. However, Sky Spirit Fighter Locke never understood that if Ingrid completely stood on the side of the Frost Blade Barbarians, who had both military power and wisdom and knowledge, how could Chief Quellngra tolerate them?

Ingrid didn't intend to continue the nonsense of accusing each other with Locke, and said directly: "My husband Yog was captured by the half-elf. I hope you can rescue him... Considering that Yog is also a Frostblade Barbarian."

Locke was obviously stunned for a moment. Such an ugly barbarian girl like Ingrid also has a husband, but her husband Yog is also a freak among the barbarians.

First of all, Yog has a rare blue skin, which is particularly conspicuous among the barbarians with brown and copper skin. Everyone calls him Blue Yog. Secondly, he is not yet an adult. Ingrid is old enough to be his mother, but he is still willing to marry Ingrid. The most important point is that Blue Yog is weak and has no signs of awakening the blood rage power even though he is about to become an adult.

The orcs and barbarians laughed at Lanpiyog for being weak and incompetent, saying that he still relied on women for his care and protection.

A few days ago, perhaps to prove his courage, Yog took the initiative to join a raiding team without telling Ingrid. Then, the team encountered a large group of powerful half-elf adventurers. Not only did they not get any food supplies, they also lost more than half of their men. The wild fighter who escaped said that he saw Blue Yog being captured by the half-elf.

In the battles between barbarian raiders and half-elf adventurers, there were winners and losers, life and death. In Locke's opinion, Yog's capture was common and not worth making a fuss about.

"The plunderer was captured by the half-elf... You can assume that he died in battle. I acknowledge that Yog is a warrior of the Frostblade Clan. May Father Donar protect his heroic spirit." The Sky Spirit Fighter said in a tough tone.

Generally speaking, when half-elves capture barbarian prisoners, they will first torture them to extract information, but ultimately they will not let the prisoners live.

However, Ingrid did not believe that Yog had been executed by the half-elves. She believed that Yog was the child chosen by the father Donar. He was not killed even when hit by the skyfire, but his skin turned blue and he gained the power of the skyfire lightning.

Yog is the destined king of the barbarians, how could he die here?

Ingrid asked, "I just heard from Quillengla that you are responsible for contacting the half-elf traitors and gathering detailed information about Echo Town?"

Locke frowned and asked unhappily: "Why did Brother Engla tell you this?"

Ingrid said calmly, "The chief hopes that I can help you avoid being deceived and cheated by the half-elf traitors. I happened to have been to Echo Town before, so I have a good understanding of the situation in the town."

"So, you want to join this operation?"

"Yes." Ingri nodded and added, "And I have a suggestion. Let those half-elf traitors try to rescue the captured barbarians and orc warriors to prove that they are indeed capable of helping us and really want to help us."

The Sky Spirit Warrior subconsciously wanted to object, but he couldn't find a reasonable excuse. In the end, he could only threaten: "You are going to contact the half-elf traitor in person. I can't guarantee your safety... You are too weak." This time it was Ingrid's turn to frown. She slowly said: "You must guarantee my safety, and I promise to help you identify the lies and tricks of the half-elf traitor."

After a moment of silence, Locke finally said, "Okay, come over tomorrow night and we'll set off tomorrow night."

Ingrid nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and habitually saluted the Sky Spirit Warrior, just like a barbarian slave saluting her half-elf master, which almost angered the other party. So, before Locke could curse, she said: "I want to remind you that from now on, you can no longer call those half-elves 'traitors'... They are friends, friends of Rockbreaker and Frostblade."

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Echo Town, as an outpost military town guarding Godore Fortress, has high walls, deep trenches, and numerous arrow towers, but it is not very large. Its total area is only about half of that of Brown Town. It usually has 500 elite Flame Tiger Legion soldiers and 800 ordinary garrison sergeants stationed there, plus some logistics personnel, sergeant's family members and hired slaves. The total population of the town is maintained at around 2200.

After General Clark of Fallen Leaf City took over Echo Town, 500 elite soldiers returned to Godore Fortress, and 800 garrison soldiers were sent to Braun Town. Clark also dismissed the original logistics personnel and moved the families of the soldiers to the military town in the rear.

Echo Town was almost vacated and could only accommodate more than 3000 people from Clark's main army. Among them, 1500 were elite private soldiers of the famous families in Yinpanjiao, all of whom were professionals; the remaining 1500 were sergeants allocated to Clark by the Fallen Leaf City Council. According to the standards of regular legions, they were all well-trained awakeners.

In addition, Clark also has a 3000-man slave private army. It is said that there are also professionals and awakened ones among them, and they are well-equipped and brave. However, Echo Town can no longer accept more soldiers, so these slave private soldiers have to be dispersed in the other military towns.

Even though Echo Town was now overcrowded, Clark had no way of refusing those sons of noble families who came here to gain military merit, as well as their followers, private soldiers, slaves, etc., all of whom had to live in Echo Town.

These children from prominent families have strong backgrounds and promising futures, so Clark, who is from a prominent family in Yinpanjiao, has to find ways to please them.

As a result, the 1500 soldiers had to move into a temporary military camp outside the town, leaving more and better houses for the children of prominent families to live in.

Clark even built a small slave arena in the center of town for the entertainment of the children of noble families.

Of course, it cannot be called entertainment in the sense of the word, but rather an arena where the children of noble families use to demonstrate their courage and strength and win prestige.

In the eyes of the elders of the noble families, it was worth spending a little money to use the blood and lives of gladiator slaves to wash away the weakness and naivety of their young nephews and nieces.

For Clark, this was a business that brought him both fame and fortune. He provided suitable gladiatorial slaves and venues, satisfying the vanity of the children of noble families and perhaps tempering their character.

The elders of the prominent families paid the money and praised Clark as a capable man.

Today, as usual, everything was peaceful in Braun Town. Clark led a group of distinguished guests to watch a "wonderful" gladiatorial contest in his arena.

It has to be wonderful.

If the fights were not exciting, it was because General Clark had not arranged them well.

The possibility of this is almost zero. Clark has a group of people under his command who specialize in arranging gladiatorial fights that cater to the children of prominent families.

Now, he was very relaxed, sitting on the podium and talking to the guests around him:

"... Private slaves are not servants. They are greedy and selfish, without any sense of shame or morality. Suppose we give a private slave an extra piece of roasted mud melon every day. On the first day, he will be grateful to us. On the fifth day, he will not be so grateful. On the tenth day, he will ask for a set of cotton clothes. At this time, we reject the private slave's request and cancel all the extra roasted mud melons given every day, so that everything returns to the original state."

"…….You will find that these private slaves have not lost anything, but they are full of resentment towards us."

"We can draw a conclusion that the master's generosity and kindness cannot influence the slave. But if, on the contrary, I whip the slave once more every day, he will hate me on the first day, he will start to beg for mercy on the fifth day, and he will tremble with fear when he sees me on the tenth day, and then I will stop whipping him. The slave actually sincerely thanks me for my kindness."

Several delicate ladies from wealthy families were looking at Clark, who was talking eloquently, with eyes of admiration, while the young scion of a noble family was obviously more interested in the upcoming gladiatorial contest.

These boys and girls, aged fifteen or sixteen, were leaning against the railing, talking to each other.

"I heard that Gaius chose a barbarian fighter as his opponent this time?"

"Barbarian fighter? That's impossible... Although Gaius's swordsmanship is a little better than mine, and he once killed a spotted tiger and two bears alone in the arena, the strength of the barbarian fighter is very strong. Only a fifth or sixth level venerable can be sure to compete fairly with the barbarian fighter."

"Yes, Gaius is fifteen years old this year and is already a fourth-level swordsman. Tsk, tsk, his talent is really enviable... Unfortunately, a fourth-level swordsman is not a venerable."

"Hehe, the Golden Sunflower Family servants would never allow Master Gaius to challenge the Barbarian Warrior, unless the Barbarian Warrior is a castrated Barbarian slave in disguise."

"Don't talk nonsense here! Brother Gaius's opponent is a real barbarian fighter, not a barbarian slave in disguise!"

"Haha, Muse, have you checked?"

"Damn you, Kuhn! I will never talk to you again!"

"Everyone be quiet, the gladiatorial contest is about to begin."

"Look, that barbarian has blue skin!"

"Blue-skinned barbarians are so rare..."

In the circular arena, Gaius of the Golden Sunflower family was known as a talented swordsman. He was already a fourth-level professional at a young age and had almost no rivals among the children of the noble families in Fallen Leaf City. The silver-gray armor he wore was made of tough crypt moth silk as the main material. It was first processed with secret methods and then carefully woven by skilled craftsmen. It not only had a beautiful appearance, was light and breathable, but also had excellent defensive power, providing all-round protection for the user.

Gaius was wrapped tightly from head to toe in moth silk armor, holding a standard long sword and a one-handed axe in his hands. All of them were alloy weapons mixed with refined gold and refined iron. They were sharp and strong, reflecting a terrifying cold purple light.

Gaius's opponent, on the other hand, was only wearing a pair of shorts, revealing his muscular body. However, he was very thin, not as sturdy as the Barbarian Warrior, and his arms were even thicker than the half-elf's thighs.

The managers of the arena wanted a proper gladiatorial contest, but they didn't want to go too far, so they used white paint to paint a pattern on the blue-skinned barbarian that could show his wildness, and gave him a huge wooden mallet, making the barbarian look very fierce while covering his still young face.

The skinny blue-skinned barbarian was taller and stronger than Gaius. His attacking posture with the giant wooden hammer clenched in both hands looked very imposing, causing the audience in the stands to ignore the gap in equipment between the two sides. Even Gaius himself felt pressured.

There were large patches of untreated dried blood on the sand of the arena, traces of yesterday's gladiatorial contest. A half-blood deserter from Braun was disemboweled by his opponent here, and his soul seemed to be wailing in the wind. Gaius and his barbarian opponent could both feel the horror of facing death.

It was an extremely strong emotion, and Gaius was so nervous that his palms were sweating, but he still took the first step, holding a sword and an axe, and approached the blue-skinned barbarian opponent.

At this moment, the young barbarian took the initiative to attack. He let out an angry roar, raised the giant wooden hammer high and threw it hard at Gaius who was several meters away.

  Gaius swiftly dodged the giant wooden hammer that was spinning towards him, and at the same time he was confused as to why his opponent threw away his weapon at the beginning.

When he looked again, he found that the blue-skinned barbarian fighter had already started running back.