The surviving soldiers of this army found that they were not executed. On the contrary, when they entered the city, they found that the Beastmen were far more "civilized" than they had imagined. Although most of the Beastmen still did not have any hygienic habits, they had a variety of ways to enslave humans. Moreover, because they had accumulated a group of "loyal subordinates", Sauron's administrative abilities and scope were rapidly expanding.
The captives were divided into various ranks. Some of the strong and honest fellows were directly put into the coolie class and dragged to the "construction site" to constantly repair the city walls or build new defensive facilities. Some of the "talents" who were willing to be loyal, such as carpenters, cobblers, blacksmiths, and even experienced farmers, were assigned various tasks by Sauron and began to carry them out under the supervision of some specialists.
They constantly forged weapons and made armor, and began to speed up the harvesting of food in the surrounding farmlands. Sauron knew the importance of food to these people. As long as he controlled the army and the granary, he could guarantee his absolute dominance over the current humans.
With this increase in power and successive victories, the warlords were also bursting with confidence. Their calls for more population and resources grew louder and louder, but Sauron never agreed to their demands. He was determined to take root here. After two rounds of investigation, the only thing he did was to build watchtowers, small fortresses, and hoard more food.
As time passed, Sauron increasingly saw various illusions in his dreams. Sauron did not need anyone to remind him that the unknown existence seemed to be a little impatient. At the same time, he also felt that the improvement of his body's strength had finally reached some kind of bottleneck, and it could no longer continue to grow wildly like before.
But he still did not take action. He continued to pay attention to the movements of the Magic Tower in the southern city. He was still able to keep his composure, and just like that, it dragged on until the middle of November.
Because of its geographical location in the north, the sky above the stronghold was already snowing. The Beastmen in the city had enjoyed more than two months of peace because there were no more attacks. Now they were all hiding in warm houses to keep warm. Last year at this time, they did not have a good time. Along the way through the mountains, many of their compatriots died of hunger and cold on the road. But this year, everything was better. There was no war, and the Beastmen enjoyed a rare period of peace.
However, Great Chief Sauron suddenly woke up in the early morning of this day.
A purple halo shrouded his body, and Zoro's body trembled violently. He struggled to raise his arm and suddenly grasped a string of animal bone bracelets beside his pillow. After a brief recitation of an obscure spell, the layer of purple light suddenly shattered, and Sauron finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
He had inherited many of Witch Doctor Sarota's ancient witchcraft, and at the same time, he was proficient in Shaman's enchantment-type spells. He had never forgotten to practice and improve in his long and arduous life, so he had enough determination to resist the constantly repeating dreams these days.
But today, Sauron had to admit that the guy who had been pestering him in the dream for days seemed to have a stronger influence.
It was obvious that the other party was dissatisfied with his "inaction". In the dream just now, the tempting scenes that kept appearing had completely disappeared, replaced by a boundless abyss of darkness and a gigantic and suffocating pupil.
That kind of flame-like power burned Sauron's soul, causing him unbearable pain. After struggling hard, he finally woke up.
"So … this is your true appearance?"
Sauron stood up and looked at the gray snow outside the window. But when he looked down at the bracelets, he narrowed his eyes and had no intention of giving in.
He stepped out, put on a fur cloak, walked straight to the hall, and ordered, "Go inform all the warlords to come over for a meeting."
At this moment, Sauron did not know that a few residents living in the fortress were quietly watching the outside of the inner city. When the warlords entered and quickly came out to gather their troops, the intelligence agents of the Kallon Kingdom quickly sent the news through the portable formation and began to transmit it to the country thousands of miles away …
When the news was sent to Hollier City, Roddy was standing in front of an Orc, frowning and observing the other party.
During this period of time, there had been more than a dozen incidents of Orcs attacking people. But because Roddy did not rush to order the execution of all the Orcs, among the tens of thousands of Orcs, there were nearly a hundred "abnormalities". When they were collectively transported to Hollier City, they were carefully studied and summarized. Indeed, the current higher-ups of the Kingdom and the Dragons found a pattern …
"The area of muscle strength change is stable. It seems that this is their limit."
The white-robed researcher said after the examination. The Orc in front of him was struggling like a beast in the array that imprisoned him. Roddy could not see any rationality in the other party's eyes. He was sure that if he let go of the guy's limbs now, the other party would not hesitate to attack everyone in front of him …
Even if all the people standing around were the Lords and elders of the Dragons.
This was obviously not the aggression of a normal creature. It was a mental state that was close to madness. The bloodshot eyes stared straight at all the figures in the room that could move. His mouth was full of rapid breathing and white foam after struggling.
"Most of them are like this. But they do not have the characteristics of 'Demonic Invasion'. According to the examination, this should be a problem with the Orc bloodline …"
"But a small number of Orcs who showed symptoms still maintained their rationality. At the same time, with the protection of the array and the use of potions to strengthen their mental strength for a short period of time, more Orcs have regained their consciousness … For example, here."
Roddy followed the researcher in front of him to another cell. The Orc sitting in the cell raised his head and saw the figure in front of him. He suddenly stood up helplessly.
"Describe your dream."
The researcher had obviously communicated with the Orc before. The latter did not have any rebellious mentality. He began to describe the dream stutteringly. Everyone present understood the Sabine language, so they understood what the researcher was trying to express.
They were obviously not surprised. They just looked at each other. Crupus nodded and said, "From the current situation, we should be on the right path. That's why the other party is so anxious."
However, an elder of the Dragons said, "What about these Orcs? We can't guarantee that they will always remain rational. "
At this point, everyone understood that it was time for Roddy to make a decision.
But he frowned and did not make a decision immediately. Instead, he pointed outside the door and said, "There is another research. Everyone can take a look at it today and then make a decision."
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