The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

"Yes, my lord."

The elf guard left.

Villers stared at the Moonlight Lake in the distance in a daze.

Although he did not send the elves out to find Cersei.

But he is Cersei's husband, so how can he not worry about her safety?

He closed his eyes slightly and felt the rhythm of the natural wind.

When a breeze passed by him, he whispered ancient and mysterious notes. The wind would bring his thoughts and concerns to every corner of the Sunset Forest. If Cersei heard it, she would know that it was time to come back.

. . . . . .

The deepest part of the Goblin tribe.

The first round of five-hour battle is over.

Miss Elf huddled in a corner with her head down, hugging her knees. Her bangs cast a shadow on her forehead, and no expression could be seen. All that could be seen was her tightly bitten red lips, and the tears flowing down her cheeks and chin.

Caesar sat opposite Cecinati.

It’s a pity that there are no cigarettes, otherwise he would definitely take one out and light one.

It seems that only dwarves and humans know how to make rolled cigarettes and pot tobacco. I must capture a few human and dwarf tobacco makers when I have the chance.

His eyes fell on the elf in the corner.

Caesar licked his lips savoringly.

Elves, they are so wonderful!

No wonder elves are always targeted by demons and human slave-hunting teams. In addition to their exquisite god-like appearance and unchanging face, there are many other wonderful things about them. It is said that the Naga of the sea tribe was once a branch of the elves. Why can elves evolve into sea tribe? After this battle, Caesar has found the theoretical basis.

"Miss Elf." Caesar sat down next to Cesinati and said with a smile, "From now on, you have betrayed your husband, you have been abandoned by the Star-Moon Goddess, and you have abandoned your people... But I am a demon who keeps my word. I said that as long as you can satisfy me, I will give you a chance to save your people, even if it is impossible for you to return to your people now... Do you understand what I mean?"

Caesar's words finally made the elf lady move.

"My people need herbs." She leaned sideways, her plump thighs crossed, and stared at Caesar with red eyes: "Can you deliver the herbs to Moonlight Lake?"

Caesar smiled, picked up the elf lady's smooth bare feet and played with them carefully: "Don't you want to return to your tribe? Deliver the herbs to your husband in person?"

When her husband was mentioned, Cersinati's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She bit her red lips tightly, grief, anger and humiliation gradually tightening her heart like a devil's claw, and two lines of tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

[Cesinati's humiliation value reaches 100]

[Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: Jungle Troll Lair x1, initial gift of Jungle Troll x10]

"I won't go back."

Cecilia shook her head resignedly.

Maybe she would try to commit suicide after her magic power was restored. Maybe she still dreamed that Villers would come to save her.

But she would never return to the tribe on her own initiative.

Let her face Villers' disgusted eyes?

Faced with being abandoned by the Goddess of Stars and Moon?

Faced with the disgust of his people?

It would be better to kill her.

However, if possible, she still hoped that the people of Moonlight Lake could obtain enough herbs to withstand the invasion of the drow elves.

"Can you deliver the herbs to Moonlight Lake?" Cecilia's voice was filled with earnest pleading: "I will try my best to satisfy you, please..."

"You are not qualified to negotiate with me, Miss Elf. What I will do depends entirely on your performance in the future! Always remember that your husband and your people are still bleeding on the battlefield~"

Caesar still did not agree to Cersei's request, but gave her a little hope.

“Okay, okay . . . . . I, I understand.”

She turned over with great effort, propped up her limp body and leaned against the cold rock wall.

The burning gaze from the opposite side made her feel ashamed.

She could only bite her red lips, turn her head away to avoid that gaze, and murmur softly:

"bring it on. . . . . ."

As a career-oriented demon.

Caesar would never waste all his time on women.

The second round of fighting lasted only three hours.

And this has already reached Cecilia's limit.

Chapter 50: What? The God of Filth is me? ?

At the end of the first round, Miss Elf was at least still conscious. Halfway through the second round, Miss Elf was already incoherent. Her mind was completely controlled, and she could say any humiliating words. At the end of the round, she was completely unconscious.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg of Caesar's fighting power.

He had a hunch that if he wanted, this battle could go on for a dozen more rounds. It is said that there is no land that can be plowed to death, only cows that can be worked to death. It also depends on the bloodline and breed of the cow.

System rewards have been distributed.

The Jungle Troll Lair has already generated next to the Goblin Tribe.

This is a forest that appeared out of nowhere. Compared with the trees in the Sunset Forest, these trees are more tropical and more lush and tall. At first glance, they seem abrupt.

The treetops almost blocked out the sky, with only sporadic sunlight shining through the thick leaves. The entrance to the lair was a huge cave covered with vines and mosses, with the bones and remains of giant beasts scattered around.

Caesar lowered his head and entered the cave.

The inside was more spacious than he had imagined, with skins and trophies of various prey hanging on the rock walls, such as animal bones, broken and rusted weapons and armor. The ground was covered with hay and leaves, and there was a huge bonfire in the middle, with smoke swirling in the cave.

Next to the campfire.

Caesar saw the first jungle troll here.

This humanoid demon was huge, with broad shoulders and arms, dark green skin covered with rough scars and wrinkles, and its hair was fluffy and messy, like a bunch of untrimmed bushes.

The face of a jungle troll is broad and rugged.

Under the thick dark green lips was a row of uneven teeth, with two fangs protruding from the lower lip and pointing upwards to the sky, and the light red eyes flashed with cunning and ferocity.

Its nose is a typical hooked nose, its ears are large and pointed, the edges of the auricle are irregular in shape, and there are earrings engraved with some kind of totem on its earlobes.

The troll's arms are long and powerful, with muscle lines like twisted tree roots, large and rough palms, and fingers ending in sharp but not very long black claws, suitable for tearing prey and heavy labor.

"king!"

When he saw Caesar, the jungle troll knelt on one knee, bowed his head respectfully, placed one hand on his knee, and placed the back of the other hand on the ground.

This is the etiquette for the trolls to meet the royal family.

Completely universal across all different types of Trolls, with only very minor differences.

Caesar looked the troll up and down.

Compared to goblins, trolls have a more developed civilization and are not as barbaric as goblins. As demons in the evil and lawful camp, they believe in the wilderness god Draesor and worship the barbaric power of nature.

The troll in front of him was wearing rough leather armor made of various animal furs, and his waist was hung with bone ornaments and trophies obtained from prey and mortal enemies. Behind each trophy there might be a bizarre story. This troll's waist was almost full of these things, and his identity was obvious.

The leader of the troll nest, a real troll elder, his strength is at least level three, and may even have reached level four.

"What is your name?" Caesar asked.

"Ullr." The troll elder still had his head lowered, his eyes only lingering on the toes of the demon. The memories in his mind told him that the demon in front of him was the one he must be loyal to all his life, his king.

"Very well, Ullr. Are you the only one in the troll den? Where are the other jungle trolls?"

"please wait."

Uller stood up and blew a long, sharp whistle towards the deep, dark cave behind him.

Soon, there was the sound of dense footsteps.

I saw jungle trolls walking out of the darkness.

There are a total of ten jungle trolls, half male and half female. Each of them is an adult, and their aura generally hovers around the third level.

A moment of seeing these jungle trolls.

Caesar already knew that he would definitely be able to gain a foothold on the outskirts of Sunset Forest.

Just relying on the third-level trolls under his command, even if there are only ten of them, he can fight against most of the demon barons and even viscounts. Moreover, they are not cannon fodder like pioneering nobles, but real nobles with family inheritance.

"king!"

All the trolls knelt on one knee to pay homage.

Caesar nodded and turned his gaze away from the jungle trolls.

"How productive are you trolls?"

Uller was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to understand what Caesar meant. "The reproduction efficiency of us jungle trolls is similar to that of orcs. We give birth to two to three babies at a time. They can grow into qualified troll warriors in half a year, but it only takes half a month here."

"Why?" Caesar was confused.

Could it be that this place is some kind of Feng Shui treasure land?

Just building a nest near him can speed up the maturation of the cubs?

"Don't you know?" Uller looked at Caesar in surprise and explained, "You are blessed by the gods. Under your influence, the cubs will mature very quickly. Jungle trolls can go to the battlefield in half a month, have the ability to reproduce in three months, and grow to the peak of combat power in half a year!"

Caesar pondered.

Could this divine blessing be the bull-headed god that appears when obtaining the system?

I didn’t expect that being blessed by the Bull-Headed God would bring me such an unexpected surprise.

Isn't this much more awesome than that damn God of Filth?

The maturation speed of jungle trolls has increased to this extent. If goblins can grow from cubs to mature individuals in less than a day, then won't it be possible? It seems that the plan to attack Stone Sword Village has to be put on the agenda. He needs more female livestock to develop his troops.

As for people like Irene, Shana and Cecilia.

That's his treasure!

In the future, if you are good-looking and have system rewards on you, you can keep them as collectibles.

All that are not aesthetically pleasing serve as breeding beds!

. . .

When leaving the jungle troll lair.

Caesar gave orders to a group of jungle trolls to speed up production.

Let the goblins go hunting for food.

He should try to gather a team of young jungle trolls within half a month, so that he can deal with the inspections of the upper demons.

He returned to the goblin tribe.

I went to see Cersei first.

The elf lady was still unconscious on the grass mat deep in the cave. Because of his death order, the goblins dared not approach. He took out a set of clothes from the space ring and threw it on Cersinati. The elf woke up and knew how to put them on. Then she walked to the hall of the goblin tribe and found Broken Tooth who was still torturing the lion demon.

"Okay, stop it."

Looking at the miserable lion demon in front of him.

Caesar smiled grimly, "Lion Demon, where are you from and why did you invade my territory? I hope you'd better think clearly before answering. What is the price of not saying anything or lying?"

Chapter 51: The territory still needs a skilled cook

Broken Tooth is good at inflicting torture with hatred.

After being tortured for nine hours, this lion demon known for his bravery and cruelty was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

He didn't dare to lie at all and answered almost every question Caesar asked.

In return, Caesar would of course hand the Lion Demon over to Broken Tooth to continue to torture him, but this time there would be no death limit. When he was tortured to death, he would be thrown into the pot and cooked to eat his meat.

It just so happened that the troll nest next door was carrying out large-scale production activities and needed a large amount of meat.