Chapter 662: postwar interrogation
The battle was won. Two thousand people fought against more than four thousand people, and the victory was clean and neat. There was almost no loss worth mentioning. It was a complete victory.
But it didn't end there.
Sitting in the renovated coalition tent, Yuneruo couldn't help sneering at the characters listed in the hall, either kneeling or lying down.
"Aren't you guys very majestic when you instigated the various tribes to unite against us?" he said mockingly, "Why are you all so downcast now?"
The leader of the Half-Murloc Tribal Alliance, Sheba Gaoqin, said with a bitter face: "We are also obsessed, thinking that we can take advantage of it... How can you imagine that you can fight like this!"
"Yeah, I knew you could fight like this, so let's just go to you!" said the other half-murloc patriarch.
"That's right, that's right!" Another half-murloc boss agreed.
Unlike the Orcs and Argonians, the Half-Murlocs don't actually have a bad impression of Yuneruo. It's just that this family is used to the style of "be a businessman if you can't beat it, and a robber if you can beat it".
Yuneruo snorted coldly, ignoring the guys whose names had changed from red to yellow, and turned to look at the other two groups whose names were still red, with no change in their attitude.
He ignored the half-orcs, but said to the leaders of the Yalong people: "If you want to talk about blood, I am a dragon person, you are a Yalong person, we are also close sects, you don't come to help me, it's fine, Why are you bothering me?"
The Argonian leader with a stubby one-horn looked at him fiercely and said, "A great dragon will not have a lowly kin like you!"
Yuneruo was stunned for a moment and said, "If you doubt my bloodline, you can verify it through a magic ceremony. Although I dare not say that I am 100% of the blood of the ancient goddess and dragon mother, there are always more than 70% to 80%. Speaking of pure blood, I am afraid that many dragons in the world today are not as pure as me, so why is it inferior?"
"Nonsense!" said the famous warrior "Sauron Broken Angle" among the Argonians fiercely, "You are just a fake made in the magician's laboratory! I don't know which stupid magician it is. , obviously collected a large number of dragon corpses, extracted a large amount of dragon essence, and made an inferior product like you! How dare you say that your blood is pure? A fake is a fake!"
His words naturally aroused the anger of the generals in the tent. Many of them had already drawn their weapons, and just waited for Yuneruo's order to hack this guy to death.
But Yuneruo was not angry, he shook his head, sighed, and said, "People often say that knowledge determines fate, and this is true. You people lack knowledge, so when you meet a dragon man, your first reaction is 'Things made by magicians'...that's not an attitude. The world is big and you don't know a lot of things, don't feel like you're well-informed."
"Bah!" Sauron spat at him.
Yuneruo smiled slightly, his vindictive vigour burst out, and he stopped the spit in the air and landed on the ground.
"Panda, what do you think I should do?" he turned to Panda and asked.
"I'm here to help. I'm only responsible for doing things, not using my brains." Panda shook his head and said, "You are the head of the clan, how to deal with them is your power."
Yunero looked at the others again.
"Don't waste your time!" Before he could speak, Mandu said, "No matter what you plan to do with them, whether it's releasing them or hacking them to death, in short, we will firmly support you!"
"Resolutely support Your Majesty!"
"Resolutely support!"
"support!"
Inside the tent, cheers rose and fell.
Yunero smiled again, nodded, raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then looked at the Yalong people.
"From my personal point of view, I don't really care if you come to make trouble -- after all, you are too weak to be called 'trouble' at all. However, as the leader of one side of Longtou Island, I can't treat you like this. Unite against our actions and turn a blind eye."
He paused and his expression became serious: "For the sake of your backbone, I'll give you a treat! Guards, drag them out and behead them!"
The guards walked in, in groups of two, and they were about to go out with these Yalong leaders, but the leader of the Yalong tribal alliance refused to give in, shouting: "What about our soldiers and the people?"
"Your soldiers need to serve three years of hard labor, and they can be released after three years. As for your people, if they are willing to come to work, we can give them some work; if they are not willing, they can farm in their hometown." Yuneruo said , "I'm not a murderous person, and I don't have the habit of linking up with the nine clans."
The Yalong leader broke away from the soldier who was trying to suppress him, and looked straight at him. Seeing his serious face, he nodded, and without saying anything, he turned his head and went out.
After a while, screams and the sound of a sharp ax slashing the neck came from not far away.
The leaders of the half-murlocs were so frightened that their scales turned white, and they all shouted: "We are not the leader! The big leader has escaped!" and so on.
Yuneluo ignored these **** and turned to look at the orc leaders.
They were the most resistant, each with several wounds on their bodies, and they were tied like zongzi.
"You orcs are the ones who are leading this war." Yuneruo said, "It was you who had a conflict with us from the beginning; after a small conflict, it was you who looked for help everywhere and called friends to build an alliance. What exactly do you want to do?"
"Guard, our, the land!" replied a tall orc.
Yuneruo sighed and said, "You live by animal husbandry, but you don't know that animal husbandry is very harmful to the grassland. Instead of herding sheep, it is better to plant grass and harvest and feed it regularly, so that you can raise more livestock— My messenger should have told you these truths, right?"
"Do not believe!"
"It's terrifying to be ignorant!" Yuneruo sighed, "What about now? If you lose, as long as I give an order, there is a risk of extermination. At this point, do you still want to be my enemy?"
The orcs fell silent, and no one answered.
Yunero clearly saw that the names above their heads were still flushed red, and there was no change in the slightest.
He couldn't help sighing again, feeling that his current job was harder than fighting a war. Beheading the enemy on the battlefield, he did not have the slightest psychological pressure. But facing these prisoners and ordering the execution of each other, he always felt a little pressure.
And... when he thought that there were still a large number of Orc civilians waiting to be dealt with, it was not a problem of pressure, but he couldn't help but have some headaches.
(What should I do? Is it really so special to kill them all? This is a bit too brutal...)
(However, if they don't kill them, their completely unreasonable attitude will only cause us trouble. And their living areas are so close to each other, if they are determined to fight with us to the end, I'm afraid the trouble is not small...)
He frowned and hesitated, unable to make up his mind for a moment.
At this moment, the messenger rushed in in a hurry and shouted: "Report! The envoy from the Five Towns Alliance came to ask for help, saying that the defeated soldiers of the three tribes were besieging the five towns, and they asked us for help!"