What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

She opened her eyes and found an unfamiliar ceiling in front of her. She was so startled that she wanted to get up immediately, but she didn't expect to wake up a series of metal collisions beside the bed. It turned out that her right hand was tied with shackles.

Only then did she remember the memory of being hit. She struggled desperately, but with her frail body, there was no way she could break the thick iron chain.

"Don't waste your energy." Just then, a female voice appeared in her ears.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw the loli she saw in the last moments before she passed out.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Fran. I'm from the Holy Roel Empire."

"Holy Roll Empire?" There was a hint of doubt in the girl's eyes.

Well... since she had never heard of the Holy Roll Empire, it was even more impossible for her to have heard of the City of Aurora.

So Fran changed the topic and said, "We are from the continent of Calradia."

"I know!" the girl said rudely, "Humph! Since I've been captured by you, I have nothing to say. You can kill me or chop me up as you please! But! We, the Feather Tribe, are all born warriors and will never submit to you humans!"

"Born to be a war maniac?" Fran frowned. "You are all so weak, how can you not be born to be a war maniac... The orc is more likely to say so."

"I won't allow you to belittle our Feather Tribe!"

"I didn't expect the Feather Tribe to have such strong self-esteem." Fran said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong. You've been unconscious for so long, you must be very hungry. When the food is served, you can eat first!"

"Hmph! Don't try that on me! I will never eat your food!" The girl tilted her head and said, "Despicable humans! Who knows if you will poison it."

"Poison?" Fran couldn't help but laugh when she heard it. "Do I need to use such a troublesome method as poisoning to kill you?"

"Even if it wasn't poison, it could have been aphrodisiac or something like that!" the girl said, "You humans are the dirtiest!"

"You know a lot, little girl." Fran looked at the girl and said, "Don't worry about that. You look skinny, with no breasts and no butt. No one will spend precious aphrodisiacs to get you."

"Hmph! What you're saying is that you have no breasts and no butt either!" The girl also looked at Fran and said with disdain.

"Where's the knife! Bring me the knife! I will kill this feather tribe member now!" Upon hearing this, Fran was furious.

Chapter 120: The Iron-Boned Nerte

"City Lord! Calm down!"

"Lord City Lord! Don't be angered by her fabricated facts!"

Fortunately, Catherine and other guards were quick to act and grabbed Fran, otherwise who knows what would have happened.

“Huff…Huff…” Fran took a few deep breaths and calmed down. Then she said, “I won’t argue with you. The meal should be here soon. I’ll ask you questions after dinner!”

"Hmph! Even if I, Nelte, starve to death, I will never eat a single bite of food from you humans!" The girl who called herself Nelte was still being stubborn.

But at this moment, a tempting aroma suddenly entered Nerte's nose. She looked carefully and saw a plate of golden roasted meat being brought in front of her.

The rich soup soaked the crispy and tender food, making it particularly delicious. The unique aroma of barbecue soon filled the entire cabin.

This looks so delicious!

The Feathered Tribe often had no food to eat on the barren island. When they were lucky, they could only catch a fish and take a bite. For years, they could not see poultry meat, let alone poultry meat sprinkled with various spices.

Soon, Nerte's mouth was drooling. If it weren't for the unique pride of the Feather Tribe, which prevented her from breaking down her last psychological defense, she would have already pounced on the dish and finished off the evil food.

Seeing Nerte's arduous struggle with food, the guards around couldn't help but smile.

Fran couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she sighed and said, "Come on, eat quickly! If you keep going like this, I'm afraid your saliva will soak the sheets, and we'll have to wash them for you! I told you there's no aphrodisiac. If you don't feel comfortable, you can just bite your tongue and commit suicide."

Nelte still didn't take any action, but it was obvious that she was on the verge of collapse.

"It won't taste good if it's cold," Fran added.

After hearing this, Nerte grabbed the meat. At first she was a little reserved, but soon she began to gobble it up.

Soon the food on the plate was eaten up cleanly, and even the soup was magically licked clean, leaving the entire plate as clean as if it had just been washed.

After finishing the food, Nerte leaned against the bed contentedly, and said comfortably: "After so many days, I finally had a full meal. It's worth dying for."

"I'm not interested in your death." Fran said, "You've eaten and drunk before, now it's time to answer our questions. What's your name and where are you from?"

"Humph! I didn't say I have to cooperate with you after dinner! You were the ones who stuffed the food into my mouth!" Nerte acted like a scumbag and said, "Now I'm full, you can do whatever you want with me. It's worth it to be a full ghost before I die."

"Hey!" Fran said immediately after hearing this, "Don't act like you're a revolutionary who died a heroic death! It was you who robbed my fleet first! Put yourself in the right position! You're a pirate who attempted robbery, and I'm the victim!"

"So what? You should have robbed it! If it weren't for you, how could our Feather Clan have huddled on an island the size of a fingernail, starving all day long!" said Nelte.

"Ha? It's obviously the dwarves who persecuted you. What does it have to do with us humans? Do you know where I'm from? The northern part of Calradia. We don't even border the Endless Sea, so how could we persecute you? If you are really heroes, go fight the dwarves. Why are you looking for a weak caravan like us?

What kind of hero is he? I think he is just a bully who only cares about the weak and the strong!"

"We are not bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong!" Nerte was furious when he heard this. "Let me ask you, why did you, the people of the Roll Empire, come all the way to the Volsas Continent? Wasn't it just for the Holy Alliance?"

"You actually know about the Holy Alliance?" Fran was quite surprised: "Yes, we are indeed going to attend the Holy Alliance meeting, but what does this have to do with what I just said?"

"Of course it is related! The elders told us that it was the Holy Alliance that united to rob our homeland and destroy our empire." said Nelte.

"The Feather Tribe had an empire in the past?" Fran was stunned for a moment, then looked at the people behind her, but everyone shook their heads in confusion.

"Of course! Our empire is known as the Thousand Feather Empire!" Nerte said, "Back then, our Feather Empire was very powerful, even occupying most of the Volsas continent. It was the despicable Holy Alliance that defeated us, destroyed our history, and destroyed our civilization."

"There is such a thing." Fran became interested and immediately asked someone to go to the ship to ask people who knew history. However, both Christina, the saint, and Gustav, who had read countless books, said that they had never heard of the Thousand Feather Empire.

"Why would I lie to you? Everyone in the Feather Clan knows about the Thousand Feather Empire!" Seeing that everyone looked unconvinced, Nerte became anxious.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Of course I heard it from our elders! They told us a lot about the Thousand Feather Empire. The city that towers into the clouds, the wings that cover the sky, and the golden city that stands forever in the world."

Fran scratched her head and asked, "Where did your elders hear this?"

"Uh..." Nelte was stunned for a moment, then continued: "I think I heard it from their elders."

"Huh? Isn't that just a myth passed down by word of mouth?" Fran said disdainfully, "You can all believe it!"

"Hmph! There's nothing to say to you despicable humans." Nelte turned her head away and no matter what questions Fran asked her, she didn't answer.

In the end, they had no choice but to let Nerte stay in the room.

"Do you believe what this Feather Clan member says?" Christina asked when they arrived on the deck.

"The Thousand Feather Empire?" Fran said, "If anyone else heard about it, they definitely wouldn't believe it. But since we know that goblins have a glorious history... it doesn't seem to be something out of the ordinary that the Feather Tribe established an empire."

"I also think... what Nerte said doesn't sound like a myth." Christina said, "If it were a myth, it would definitely be a hundred times more exaggerated than this. But I am more confused about two points. First, why did she say that it was the elders who told them these things."

"What's so strange about that?"

"Generally speaking, primitive religious worship is likely to appear in such barren places... and such religious worship often gives birth to priests and prophets. Like the ogre and goblin tribes in the wilderness, the tribe's accumulated technology and knowledge will be passed down by these priests. But what Nert said

, but he is an elder.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence. Maybe they just didn't develop religion," Fran said. But she herself didn't believe this explanation.

In a desolate and barren place where people depend on the weather for food, the development of primitive religious worship is basically a foregone conclusion.

Christina continued, "The second strange thing is that she said it was the Holy Alliance that destroyed the Thousand Feather Empire! If she said it was the Dwarf Empire or the Elves, that would be fine! They destroyed quite a few countries, so why did she say it was the Holy Alliance?"

Fran shook her head.

"The purpose of the Holy Alliance is to resist the demons... Once the demons are destroyed, the Holy Alliance will exist in name only. The only possibility of destroying a powerful empire in the name of the Holy Alliance is that destroying the Qianyu Empire will benefit all members of the Holy Alliance."

"It can't be that this Thousand Feather Empire was founded by the demons. The Feather Clan is actually a part of the demons? So they are so anxious to destroy the Feather Clan's empire?"

"Obviously impossible! The demons themselves don't admit it!" Christina shook her head: "But these speculations are groundless. After all, what she said and the rumors she heard could all be false."

Fran narrowed her eyes and began to think: "First it was the Jade Empire of the Goblins, then the Thousand Feather Empire of the Feather Tribe. It's as if the marginalized races in this world all have a glorious history... Who is deliberately erasing their history, and why were they chosen for destruction?"

Chapter 121: Friend or Foe?

In the following days, Nert continued to be uncooperative, and could only talk to her a few times during meals.

But Fran didn't expect to get much information out of her. The civilization of the Feather Tribe had been almost destroyed, and most of the history was passed down by word of mouth. It was really hard to get much accurate information from them. If you wanted to know the true history, you had to rely on archaeology.

However, Nerte also has another role, which is to serve as a hostage to make the other side hesitate before the arrival of the Feather Clan army.

It’s not that Fran is afraid of the Feather Clan.

But this was his first long voyage after all, so he had to worry about it as little as possible. And who knew how powerful the "kingdom" behind Nerte was. If there were thousands of people, they wouldn't be able to handle it.

A few days later, Fran was extremely glad that she had made the right choice and did not kill the Feather Princess who dared to insult her.

Because a few days later, lookouts discovered an even larger black cloud.

The Feather Tribe is here again!

And from visual observation, the number this time is more than ten times that of the previous one!

It seems that the kingdom where Nerte lives is not just the size of a village.

Fran pulled Nerte out of the cabin and tied him to the pillar of the cabin, then lowered all the sails and asked all the soldiers to put on thick armor and wait for the arrival of the enemy with guns in hand.

Seeing that Fran was facing a formidable enemy, Nerte said sarcastically, "Finally you understand the strength of our Feather Tribe! If you are smart, just let me go. Maybe we can spare your life!"

"Come on." Fran picked her ears and then flicked the earwax onto Nelt's face.

She said disdainfully: "With your few broken copper and iron arrows, they can't break our defense at all. I regard you as my opponent? I just feel like I have encountered a group of annoying flies. I say again, I never think that you, the Feather Tribe, are a powerful race. At least not now!"

"you!"

"Am I wrong? You dare not confront the dwarves who actually occupied your homeland, but come here to rob unarmed merchant ships. Aren't you picking on the weak? You are no different from the robbers and bandits I met." Fran continued to mock, "The bandits and bandits at least know that they are bullies, unlike you,

It's disgusting to watch someone rob someone and then act like a victim!"

"you you you!"

Faced with Fran's rapid-fire bombardment, Nelt's face turned red and she had no idea how to retort.

"You think I pulled you out because I was afraid, so I wanted to use you to negotiate with your people?" Fran said, "No, no, no? You are completely wrong. I am using you to threaten your people. If they know what's good for them, they will leave on their own. If they don't leave, I will beat them all down in front of you! At night,

Use their wings as firewood to heat up dinner for all the members! Including the meat you eat!"

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!!!" Nerte struggled frantically.

"Everyone pay attention! Prepare the formation!" Freya ignored Nelt's insults and ordered loudly.

"As you command!"

The soldiers all formed their battle formations.

After the last contact with the Feather Tribe, they specially designed a formation. When the time comes, the soldiers who have designed it will lower their heads and start filling in, while the shield soldiers on the other side will be responsible for defense, alternating with each other.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Nerte, who was still cursing, also became quiet. Looking at the densely packed gun barrels, she finally began to worry about her people.

However, just as the two sides were about to come into contact, bursts of melodious horn sounds appeared on the sea.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw tall ships appearing on the horizon. Judging from the cabins exposed above the sea level, the tonnage of the other party should be more than twice that of Fran and his team.

What surprised Fran even more was that such a heavy ship could sail surprisingly fast, at least much faster than the sailboats made by the Venetians.

This is impossible!

The power of wind is limited after all. No matter how ingeniously designed the mast is, it is impossible to push such a large ship to sail across the sea. To be fair, even the power of today's steam engine cannot propel such a huge vessel.

"It's elves! They are elves." The speaker was Nerte. She had been active on the sea for many years and recognized these ships immediately.

"Elf?"

"Yes!" Nerte said anxiously, "Only the elves' big ships can go so fast! Quick! Take out my whistle. The elves' ships are extremely powerful, and they also have various crossbow vehicles! My people are no match for them at all. If they really encounter them! They will all die here. Quickly give me the spoon..."

Nelter yelled several times, and then he remembered a serious problem...

She is a prisoner now! It is already very good that they do not join forces with the elves to attack the Feather Tribe. How can she be expected to show mercy and let her people leave?

Thinking of this, Nelt lowered his head in despair.

But what she didn't expect was that the next second Fran took out a spoon from her pocket and stuffed it into Nelte's mouth.

"Blow. Blow hard." Fran said.

Nelte's eyes widened, not understanding what Fran was up to for a moment. However, the situation was urgent and she didn't have time to think too much, so she immediately puffed up her cheeks and started to blow the whistle.

I don't know what this whistle is made of, but the sound can travel so far.

As Nerte continued to play, the Feathered Clan in the distance quickly fled away, and the originally dark clouds disappeared over the sea in an instant.

Seeing her people leave, Nelte couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but at this time Fran roughly snatched the whistle from her mouth again, wiped it simply, and put it back into her pocket.

"You..." Nelte was in a complicated mood for a moment, not knowing what to say to Fran. In the end, she just said softly: "Thank you..."

"Let's send her back to the cabin first." Fran was not in the mood to say anything more to Nelte, so she said.