Chapter 139 Slave Camp

Shame. What a shame. I thought I would die like this, with my comrades, with my own nest, with respect and apology to the Emperor.

But I didn't expect that I was still alive, living under the whip of the orcs.

Joseph dragged his feet and crowded among the human captives, all of whom were lucky enough to survive the defense of Heglas.

There were scavengers wearing skins made of rats or other creatures, neatly dressed ordinary citizens, wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages, and nobles who were dressed gorgeously but now covered in mud.

This place was like an exhibition of members of the nest, dirty, shabby, dark, with sewage on the ground, and shriveled mushrooms growing in the cracks of the wall.

There was a foul smell in the air. This huge pit was full of human captives. Several orcs surrounded a larger orc and walked to the high platform, examining the slaves.

After shaking the bloody whip in his hand, the big orc coughed and spoke to the captives in a not-so-standard low Gothic language.

"Ahem! You little shrimps! Now! You lose the fight, and you will be beaten! This is the principle of us orcs, and it also applies to you, but you are too weak. If you are thrown out, there will be few good boys willing to fight with you! So you little shrimps, skinny guys, will be slaves in the future!"

The orc pronounced the fate of everyone carelessly. Everyone was still surprised that the orcs could speak human words, and did not realize their miserable life in the future.

A noble, although his hair was messy and greasy, the bloodshot in his eyes was even more than his whites, and the noble dress sewn with gold thread on his body was dirty and worn, full of scratches.

He was the first to react to the fact that the orcs could speak. He widened his eyes, shouted, raised his hands high, and did not see any noble dignified manners at all.

"My Lord! My Lord!"

He had to thank the noble's biochemical transformation and life extension surgery, which allowed him to survive well in the deadly exhaust gas, instead of learning from others to always find some cloth strips to cover his mouth and nose.

As for how effective those simple anti-gas equipment can be, it depends on whether these things have a merciful machine soul.

The big orc saw him, pinched his chin with one hand, and was obviously a little confused. "We don't call you Lord here. If you have any problems, it's best to call you Boss, understand?"

"Yes! Yes! Boss! Boss, listen to me." The noble was a little excited, and the words he said were tied on his tongue, but he was still forced out by his desire to survive.

"Boss, let me go, our family is very rich, super rich, I can give you as much as you want, as long as you can let me go."

Joseph looked at the noble with disgust, watching the noble sell his soul and dignity to beg for life.

The captive soldiers with even worse tempers did not try to hide their emotions at all, and spit on the nobles' clothes to show their contempt.

The nobles' faces became extremely bad, and he must have wanted to curse something, but seeing that the mood around him was not very good, and there was no security around him, he did not dare to curse out loud.

"These lowly people. I pay for your salaries. If it weren't for you bunch of trash, I should be lying on my big bed and resting now, instead of negotiating with those green-skinned trash."

The nobles thought they were negotiating, exchanging interests for interests. For the soldiers and ordinary residents, this was a betrayal of the God Emperor.

So what about the real masters of the field, the orcs?

"Hmm." The big orc looked at the noble twice, and the doubt in his eyes was so big that anyone could see it, "Go, bring that shrimp to me."

The two orc boys left the field and pushed the captives away. There was trampling and chaos on the field, and many people were squeezed out of balance and screamed.

The orc boy drove the noble to the big orc. In the noble's horrified eyes, the big orc pinched the noble's head, held his chin with one hand and looked at the teeth.

"Hmm. Small and thin."

The big orc was a little disappointed, and then he was furious, "You bastard! How dare you lie to me! You don't have any money at all!"

"No, no! I have money! I really have a lot of money, but I just didn't bring it out!"

"You are bullshitting! The teeth in your mouth are as small as the courage of a fart spirit. You are such a poor guy, and you dare to lie to me! You don't even have an armor on you! Those garbage pickers are more motivated than you!"

Seemingly confused by the question, the noble babbled and couldn't speak, "Teeth? What teeth?"

But the orc would not give him more opportunities to beg for mercy. The big orc raised his hand and slapped him. The noble's head twisted three circles on his neck, making the sound of teeth cracking and throat crushing, and fell to the ground with his eyes open.

"You! And you! Throw this liar to the fart spirit and roast him. We'll eat him tonight."

The noble's body was dragged away, and the whole place was extremely quiet. The captured soldiers weighed their own strength and thought it was better to take a long-term view. The ordinary residents were frightened and covered their mouths to prevent themselves from making too much noise.

"To be a slave, you should act like a slave, not think about stealing and cheating all day long! Next time there is such a guy, I will cut you up and put you in mushrooms to eat!"

Amid the roars of the orcs and the sound of whips, they were held by the neck and walked deeper into the dark and chaotic mine.

Joseph vaguely saw a thin familiar figure in the team. He moved quietly in the crowd. Anyway, there was no order in the chaotic crowd, and the orcs didn't care about it.

They just stood on both sides of the road with whips and animal pliers to monitor.

Gently patted the familiar figure on the shoulder, the man trembled, turned his head and looked at Joseph.

"Hello. What can I do for you?"

The voice was a little weak, the hair was messy, but the basic face could tell that it was a woman.

"No, I think I recognized the wrong person." Joseph didn't expect it was a woman's back, a little embarrassed, and apologized quietly and prepared to leave.

"Wait, are you a soldier?"

"Yes."

"I was stationed in the trenches on the front line outside Heglas, and I saved a soldier who was being held down by orcs."

"Why do you know so much about you?"

"I am that soldier, Private Annie reporting to you." A fairly standard military salute reminded Joseph of the cowardly and somewhat clumsy soldier.

I didn't expect that you are alive too.

The Silent King returns. Hive Will: New Mission, Survive