Chapter 301 The Return of Ziwei Sal

The night called his men and set up a banquet outside the canyon.

Now there is a shortage of food, most of which are pickled lean meat and coarse grains. There is still a lot of wine left, and there are two large jars on the table.

After making such a decision, the night was entangled for a long time.

After all, it's ridiculous to let him eat at the same table with an orc who rations human beings.

He took a pottery bowl, patted the mud at the mouth of the altar, and poured a bowl for himself. Then he waved his hand and threw another jar of wine to Sal.

Sal was puzzled and didn't know what the human being was doing.

The night picked up the wine bowl and said, "We human beings are used to calling the last meal the last supper. I'm sitting here drinking with you. There are two meanings, one of which must have been guessed by you.

Although Sal is the leader of orcs, he can't touch wine at all in the orc tribe that doesn't produce anything. He ignored the night, poured a bowl himself, raised his neck and poured it down.

There is a saying that wine is the poison of missing. He killed seven or eight bowls in a row, one bowl after another.

"Uh!" Sal spewed out a smell of alcohol and seemed to be immersed in some kind of memory: "I really miss this feeling. I thought I had forgotten this feeling."

"In the process of pursuing strength, I lost myself." The night took a small sip and said to it.

Sal was silent. Suddenly, he raised his head and said, "I vaguely remember that before working together to do something, both sides had to drink a bowl of wine and wish him success, right?"

He nodded at night and drank the wine in the bowl.

"There is another meaning. Although you are not stupid, it seems that I don't expect you to figure it out." The night smiled and turned his eyes into the distance.

"Human, no, young man, just say it." Sal stared at the wine bowl, picked up the jar in one hand, and filled it.

The night raised its head to him, signaling him to drink the wine in the bowl.

Sal didn't push it away and killed it in one bite.

The night sighed and said carelessly, "I'm full, I'm full, I'm on my way. I believe you can understand it."

"Wang!"

Sal's wine bowl suddenly fell to the ground. He stood up and stared at the night with a bad face.

"Don't look at me, you deserve it." Night Road.

Sal pointed to the night and said, "Human, you are going to die."

"Half a minute ago, you were completely right." The night got up gracefully and smiled more and more: "But now, it has changed. Your bad ideas are no different from a pile of expired stools. So, you can go on the road with peace of mind."

As soon as the voice fell, the face of the night fell.

Salton noticed something wrong. He held the handle of the knife on his back in one hand and pointed to the wine jar in the other and said, "Human, have you tampered with the wine?"

"Relaxing, I'm not going to do that." The night shook his head and turned his eyes to the distance again.

Sal then realized that there was something wrong with the night's eyes. He quickly turned his head and looked along the sight of the night. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. At a glance, you suddenly collapsed on the seat.

In the distance, twelve lone walkers of different shapes come together. The most striking is an animal like an earthworm. Strangely, this animal has a pair of very bright eyes. Under the eyes, all the secrets of the Buddha's heart are exposed.

"Candle Dragon, how come, how can it be him?" Sal muttered to himself.

The night nodded in the distance and turned his eyes back to Sal: "It seems that you have accepted your fate."

Without warning, Sal suddenly burst out, and a bright knife light came out and went straight to the waist of the night. To its surprise, the night did not dodge, and it endured this blow.

Sal felt the knife light, as if he had cut an invisible hard egg, which could not break the shell of the defense at all. It doesn't believe in evil, and it is cut off with a knife, but it still doesn't work.

Just as he vibrated quickly and was about to cut a few more knives, the night had rushed into the sky like a rocket.

"Lock!" The night shouted loudly, and the trapped array went out to Sarsa.

Sal's movements suddenly stiffened, but it seemed impossible for such a trap to tie it up. After several struggles, he broke free. The exposed Sal was waiting to launch his skills and began to attack crazily.

Two electric beams of light came directly, covering Sal in it.

The blue-faced orc suddenly became timid, threw off the sharp blade in his hand and knelt to the ground.

"Lord, what should this orc do?" Ziwei, who has turned into a "candle dragon", passed on his thoughts to the night.

The night slowly fell from the air and exchanged ideas: "Can you confirm that the way Sal leaves this place is obtained from your body, and now you can guarantee that you will definitely leave this place?"

"This..." Ziwei hesitated. After all, he occupied the body of the candle dragon, but the memory was only partially integrated and was not fully absorbed. Moreover, the body of the candle dragon has been sleeping for hundreds of years, and it is impossible to know whether Sal has made improvements in the original theory.

"Lock him, lock his power!" Ordered in the dark night.

After the candle dragon got the order, the beam of light from his eyes began to change. After a while, he trapped Saar in a silver cocoon.

The night approached and flicked the silver cocoon with his finger, making a metallic sound. He secretly guessed in his heart that this Ziwei should have picked up the treasure. The body obtained can actually turn energy into substance, which is definitely not an ordinary ability.

"I'll give you two choices," said the dark night through the silver cocoon. "Be treachery and forget the end. From the moment you become an orc, you have deserved to die. Orcs, as a new species, are reprehensible even if they can't get along with human beings, but you regard human beings as food and as a supplement for evolution. This alone is enough to sentence you a thousand times and ten thousand death sentences. No one wants you to continue to live here. I won't let you leave freely, because I can't explain to my people. But I'll give you another choice to wash away the sins you have committed.

Sal struggled in the cocoon, but everything was in vain.

"Now, tell me your choice." The night said coldly, "There are still ten thousand orcs over there. Your choice is very important, either as your subordinates or your kind. As the leader of the race, the extinction of the population is still a continuation, just in your mind.

The night made such a decision after careful consideration. Generally speaking, Sal has only one way to die. However, the experimental field, the bronze trial field, the Magic Mountains, and even the whole Qinglin Star are still too small in the era of interstellar navigation. They are just frogs at the bottom of the well and have never seen the outside world. He must accumulate every point of strength and wait until he connects with the outside world so that he will not be easily crushed to death as an insect.

Sal still didn't answer, but looking at his expression, he was shaken, and the night gave another strong medicine: "Do you know the outside world? Or change your mind, where did you live and where is your hometown before you came to the laboratory?

Sal showed a thoughtful look, and his heart was obviously more entangled. As the leader of a force, of course, it has its arrogance. But the ant is still greedy, not to mention a wise orc. He finally nodded and gave in.

"I need some security," said the night, depicting the slave mark with the power of faith. "Don't resist. This is the premise for me to let you live."

The slave mark was soon finished. The night waved his hand, printed it into Sal's forehead, and then pulled it out and incorporated it into the prism on his forehead.

"Remove the trapped array," the night told Ziwei.

"Yes, Lord."

The next moment, the silver cocoon suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Sal looked at the night with a tangled look, but he couldn't have any idea of resistance.

"Gain your orcs, and I'll be there later." The night ordered.

"Yes, master."

The night returned to the canyon with Ziwei. Everyone was surprised to see a large number of lone walkers following. He did not explain, but called Li Jiang, Li Luan and Li Ge from the original Lianqing tribe.

"I have a few things to ask you to fulfill a promise first, which is to take you away." The night smiled at them.

"Really?" The three of them couldn't believe it.

"But there is a problem," the night fell. "I can make a portal, but the number of people I can take away is only about 25,000. I will take away all the people in your tribe, but the rest must be screened.

"I'll do it," Li Ge took the initiative to ask.

"Try what you think first," said the night.

"Only those who believe in light can leave, and the rest are heretical." Li Ge has completely entered the role of a saint, and his standard is very simple.

The night sighed and hesitated, "You can't beat to death with a stick. After all, believers can be recruited outside in the future, but there may not be talents. People here have more or less genetic mutations, but because of survival problems, specific uses have not been developed. If it is brought outside, there will be great changes. This is an amazing wealth, and we need to take good care of it.

Li Jiang is an old man. He agrees with the night's point of view very much: "I have some experience in this field. Let me do it with my little girl."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Li Luan couldn't help interrupting: "Isn't there any way to take them all away?"

"I also want to," the night sighed again, "but there are two problems, one is the lack of flesh and blood energy of the casting transmission array. Second, the additional energy that needs to be provided is too large. If you expand the array, it will exceed my control ability.

Hearing this explanation, they could only shake their heads together.

Night said again, "Actually, I have some other ideas about the people who take away. Sal, the leader of the orc, has been subdued by me. There are also ten thousand orcs under his men. I hope you can also take these orcs into account when weighing the candidates to leave. I promised you to go out to build the country, but I'm afraid you have put out this idea now. Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and looked at Li Jiang.

Li Jiang couldn't help nodding. After seeing the power of the night, he had more ideas about running a force. It is almost impossible to grow an acre of land in the continent where the power is crisscrossed. There is a saying that it is easy to enjoy the cool under the big tree. If you don't have enough ability, it's better to stay under the command of the strong.

"As compensation, I decided to establish a slave corps, led by Li Luan." The night can't doubt: "The first batch of soldiers are selected from these ten thousand orcs. There will be more slaves in future wars. If Li Luan can operate properly and our power expands enough, we can even establish a slave empire.

Li Luan quickly knelt down and thanked the night.

Li Jiang's expression was entangled, because in this way, his task became more complicated. If you take away the orcs but leave a large number of human beings, it will definitely bury great hidden dangers.