Quadruple split.

Chapter 91
Xi Luo didn't notice the difference in their expressions, of course, he might just think that the two young people were a little surprised by what he said just now, so he continued after a short pause: "Now, let's stop for now. Mourning for the deceased, discuss what to do after that, Mr. Bronze Handle..."

"I'm listening, Lord Chief." A dirty middle-aged dwarf answered loudly in the corner, "What's your order?"

It is necessary to mention here that although the Fire Claw Territory is a tribal alliance dominated by orcs, it does not mean that all the population here is composed of orcs. Race-based gathering place, an orc may also be the inner line of the Marshall family placed in the fire claw, and many people from other races also play important roles in the fire claw.

When Mo Tan walked in here, he took a rough look at the surrounding situation. Including the Great Chief Xiluo, the pure-blooded orcs only accounted for about two-thirds of the total number of people in the council room. The other third, including the dwarf, are from all races.

"I want to know how many soldiers can we arm with our current weapon reserves if we enter a state of war with Marshall Land?" Xiluo asked in a deep voice, and then added: "Within a month."

The dwarf took out a dirty booklet from his pocket, flipped through it and replied without looking up: "Seven thousand people, if they are rectified according to the specifications of the Bloodclaw Guard, three thousand people, you know Yes, our lode output has been tight and we don't have the financial resources to import in large quantities."

"Seven thousand people... Okay." Xiluo rubbed his forehead lightly, waved the dwarf named Bronze Handle to sit down, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then said solemnly, "Mr. Lewin..."

The half-orc man with a pair of brown-red pointed ears and a fluffy tail stood up and bowed gracefully to Xi Luo: "Master Chief."

"Summary what you analyzed last night." Shi Luo said to him: "The more detailed the better."

The half-orc was hesitant to answer, and then quickly glanced at Futaba and Motan in the eyes of Xiluo's exploration.

"With all due respect." Futaba, who had been observing the crowd, sneered, "Your thoughts are a little stupid."

"Lewin." Shi Luo shook his head slightly: "I know you are worried that everyone will repeat the mistake of trusting Sir Pace before, but I believe these two companions of Mr. Ned, don't forget that the information you analyzed all night yesterday is Ms. Futaba brought her desperately, now, do you understand what I mean?"

The tepid-looking Great Chief narrowed his eyes, and the fleeting edge in his eyes made everyone present in awe, like a lion dozing on the top of a mountain standing lazily. Getting up, even doing nothing is enough to make the sheep at the foot of the mountain run away, and make the beasts bow their heads...

It was just a breath of inadvertently exuding that made Mo Tan and Futaba understand that this great chief deserved it.

After all, the real strong man does not necessarily have the word 'strong man' written on his face, nor does he have to be born with clear eyes and strong waist, and he does not need to have the ability to breathe fire or eat children. The strong man is the strong man, Hong Qigong At first glance, he looks like an ordinary white-bearded old man, but if he looks carefully, he is a beggar man, but when he uses eighteen palms to subdue the dragon and fight the dog, you can try it at close range?
It's the dragon who can give you down, it's the dog who can stew it for you~ That's the two walking square characters - ox 辶!
Well, let's get down to business...

Speaking of Xiluo's kicking vigorously... I mean, when the arrogance of the bastard was revealed, the fox orc named Levin shuddered, and then answered honestly: "The information brought by Ms. Futaba is extremely Valuable, Lord Ned was originally from Marshall Land and knows a lot about the situation there. The quality and quantity of information he has found over the years is much higher than the other spies we sent. I analyzed it carefully last night. After a while, it is not even a problem to present it to the noble court of the empire, let me talk about the specifics..."

Levin's statement went on for a long time, and occasionally borrowed the map of the empire in the chamber to interpret it in detail, and the amount of information in it was horribly high.

According to a large amount of data and evidence collected by Ned during his lifetime, the Marshall family has been engaged in slave trade for at least thirty years, and its slave hunting range covers almost the entire Marshall Land and the smaller half of the Fire Claw Territory, and even It also includes the Simon Territory, which is bordered by another Marshall Territory, and belongs to the Grand Duke of Simon Simon. Every year, there are at least thousands of slaves traded from various channels. This is not a small number. You must know that the term slave has long been used. In the era of abolition, even a slave trade on a scale of [-] people can be said to be an extremely bad act. If this happened in the Northeast Continent where there is a joint existence of the Holy Religion, it would be tied to the barbecue at the stake!
But the Marshall family did just that. Not only did they do it, but they also did it in full swing, with great enthusiasm, and the means were extremely concealed.

In most cases, they will choose some villages and towns with a small population and little communication with the outside world. The specific method is to send a small number of hidden troops to snatch every breathable creature in the area overnight, and at the same time decide whether to rob people according to the situation. Just run or burn it clean. In most cases, this kind of thing is difficult to be discovered. Even if someone nearby notices something wrong, they can make others mistakenly think that the local people have migrated to other villages or towns collectively. When I went to the surrounding cities, I would at most throw the pot at some gang of robbers who don’t know if it was true or not, and then take out some corpses for propaganda after a while to appease the hearts of the people…

And there are other situations, such as letting the slave hunters turn themselves into a band of robbers, rushing into other people's territory to burn, kill and loot, and after wandering for ten days and a half months, they will be sent back to the territory for unified processing through some secret channels. ', in this case the fire claw collar is the biggest victim, because the orc slaves are expensive.

The last case is more extreme. At some point, they will even attack cities. Most of the targets are medium-sized cities in Marshallese. It is a series of 'unsolved cases', but those who execute them are very careful. Generally, they will only pick targets that do not have complicated relationships, such as homeless people, travelers, lone rangers, single dogs (crossed out) and even Small-scale caravans are within their hunting range...

It's just that more than [-] years ago, when the Marshall family extended their claws to the small coastal town where Ned was, their food was a little too ugly and too anxious.

Although a lot of cover-ups and confusion were made afterwards, the disappearance of one-third of the population caused a huge commotion back then, but unfortunately it was finally forced to 'let it go' by the authorities...

Perhaps not even the Marshall family themselves thought that they had left a curse on that hunt that year.

Ned, who has been working hard as a little man, desperately pursuing the truth, was still just a 'little man' until his death.

He left behind an intelligence file that was tens of thousands of words long.

That is the proof that he once lived in this world, and it is also the proof that it carries the faith of the Fenrir team and more innocent people, and it is also proof enough to bring the behemoth of the Marshall family down.

"Once this information is proven correct in the noble court, no matter how many years of history, it will not be able to keep them." Levin finally said: "But things will not necessarily be so smooth, and the Buffy Patriarch of the Marshall family is not a favorite. People who sit still."

Xi Luo nodded and glanced around the hall: "What about everyone's opinions?"

A tall orc who seemed to be able to eat children and breathe fire suddenly stood up, and said loudly, "Kill all the Marshall family."

"Calm down, General Roche." Levin, who had just finished speaking, gave a wry smile, shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate to have a head-on conflict with Marshall Land."

A bald-headed dwarf leaning in the corner snorted coldly: "Not suitable? If we wait like this, we will be robbed of all the people in the fire claw collar! Will it be suitable then?"

"Nigu!" Cassie, the taciturn head of Hokage, said solemnly: "Not to mention the Mercury Guard of the Marshall family and the Knights of the Sword of Buffy, even if you let your Blood Flame Mage go to the other side's Ice Curtain Mage Team heads-up, which side do you think has a better chance of winning?"

The dwarf mage named Nigu pouted and turned his head away without speaking.

"But we have to do something." A young woman orc with light green skin sighed. "It can't go on like this."

Shi Luo was silent, and Mo Tan and Futaba, who sat aside, did not express any opinion, the latter even seemed a little sleepy...

"Cough cough." At this time, an old orc sitting on the left of Xiluo coughed twice, blinked his turbid eyes, and stood up staggeringly after the hall suddenly quieted down: "I suggest, Send someone to the royal city, convene the nine lords including the royal family, and open the noble court."

The most emotional Roche Grand Commander lost his voice: "But Father... Lord Heiqi! Those nobles who are full of belly fat..."

"Listen to me, little radish head." The old man known as Lord Heiqie, who was suspected of being the father of a certain Grand Overseer, smiled and said, "Your bad temper is the same as your picky eater, you always change it. No."

"Pfft~" Futaba let out a puff of laughter without giving any face at all, the great warden who looked like a devilish muscle man no matter how he looked, and the cute name 'Little Carrot Head' combined together to break through the sense of disobedience Skyrim.

There was a dry cough in the hall, and everyone was trying to hold back their laughter. The Roche, the 'Growler', had always been a powder keg, but his flammable and explosive temper obviously couldn't help it. At this moment, this guy who can be said to be the first warrior of the fire claw leader is notoriously afraid of Lao Tzu, and it is visually estimated that he was beaten a lot when he was a child.

"No great aristocrat is full of belly fat. They have been able to stand in the core circle of the empire for so many years, not only by virtue of that little history and influence." Gruheche patiently sat down after his own smash. He said, and then looked at Xi Luo thoughtfully: "But Da Luo, you seem to like eating fat intestines when you were young..."

Xiluo smiled wryly and waved his hand: "Uncle Gru, you digress."

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I like to talk when I'm old~" Heiqi chuckled and continued: "The Marshall family has not only shaken the rules, but also violated the interests of not only our Fire Claw family, but our strength is not enough. In times of dominance, it would be wise to negotiate first, but…”

He paused for a moment, and there was a hint of red in his cloudy presbyopic eyes: "We must also prepare for war during this process, Mr. Chief, I suggest that you immediately organize an envoy to the Violet Imperial City, and dispatch all the people in the territory. Soldiers rushed to the border. If the situation changes, we must be the first to take action! Start a full-scale war as soon as possible! I will lead the charge..."

Everyone was silent, and a few senior Fire Claw leaders seemed to have seen the blood lion warlord just now...

The years have taken away a lot of things from him, and it has not given the old man any additional gifts, but this does not mean that the blood surging in the body has cooled. When it was avoided, no one would question whether the aged old Overseer could still carry a weapon, as Gru had just said, he would lead the charge.

"Do you have any opinions?" Xiluo smiled at his uncle, then stood up and looked around in the hall, said solemnly: "If not..."

"I have." The crisp voice sounded suddenly, and Futaba, who had been sneering with arms around her arms, suddenly became the focus.

"What's your opinion?!" The hot-tempered Roche shouted angrily. Of course, he had no temper with Xi Luo and his father, but he would not be very polite to this little girl who was like bean sprouts.

Futaba glanced at him: "Be quiet, little radish head."

The blue veins on Roche's forehead tensed with a 'sudden'.

"Rosh, listen to what Ms. Futaba has to say." Xiluo frowned at his good brother, then looked at Futaba gently: "I would like to hear more."

The girl pushed on her glasses and walked to Xiluo with a deep voice: "What the old man said just now is very reasonable, there is nothing wrong with the idea of ​​​​first rites and then soldiers, but what I want to know is how you plan to refute the Marshall family at the noble council... ... in ways other than fists, of course."

"Mr. Ned's intelligence is the evidence. I will ask Levin to organize an envoy and take it to the Violet Imperial Capital." Shi Luo replied, "Let the noble court make a ruling."

"Oh." Futaba smiled softly: "This information is fake."

"What did you say!?" Shi Luo's eyes widened suddenly, and the surrounding Levine, Casey, and others were instantly stunned.

Futaba shrugged: "This is the simplest rebuttal. What if the Marshall family said so?"

"What do you think we should do?" Xi Luo stared at the girl in front of him, who was not as tall as his chest. He knew that since the other party would ask such a question, he must already have an answer.

"Bring a good witness," Futaba said lightly. "And it's better to have a good head, at least one that won't be stunned by a clumsy fake news."

"Who?"

"I."

Chapter 88: Final

(End of this chapter)