The sky was just beginning to brighten.
The indigenous tribe was filled with cries and shouts. Many houses had been swept away, and the ground was a mess. There were also many bloodstains and corpses that had not dried yet. The strong smell of blood attracted many dangerous beasts, but after seeing the village in front of them, they were smart enough not to approach. Piles of hides, belongings, and swords were collected and piled up in front of the chief's house in the center. There were also a lot of gold and silver weapons. The indigenous people liked to use gold and silver to show their status.
The empty space in the center was filled with a dense mass of human heads.
All the weapons were confiscated, and the captured indigenous people were all separated into women, children, and adult men. Then they were all tied together with ropes. There were not many old people among the indigenous people because their average life expectancy was less than 40 years old, so most of the indigenous people were adults. Children who were over 14 years old were also considered adults. They had not forgotten the battle last night. The bloodstains on the ground made these indigenous people full of fear. Especially the way they looked at Søren, it was as if they were looking at a very terrible existence!
The battle ended soon after the Soul Essence was killed.
There was basically no accident. Ordinary indigenous warriors could not block Søren's attack at all. Although he had just reached the realm of a high-grade profession, he was not without the slightest confidence in fighting against a legendary creature. The number of captives had not been counted, but there should be eight or nine hundred people. After all, the people who escaped last night were only a few. The drows quickly controlled the situation. After all, the drows were also a race that relied on slaves.
"Sure enough!"
Søren looked at the busy men in front of him and said to himself, "The drows' ability to do things is indeed much better than the pirates."
Whether it was the discipline during battle or the process of capturing slaves.
The drow warriors were completely superior to the elite pirates under Soran's command. The drow society was supported by slaves, so they were also good at controlling slaves under the influence of what they saw and heard. However, the best at enslaving other races in the world were the Soul Suckers. That kind of creature was born to control other races. The drows were still good at the dark arts, but for Søren, their abilities were indeed much better than the pirates.
"Sir!"
A one-eyed pirate approached Søren and bowed respectfully, "I've finished counting."
Søren looked at him and asked, "How are the casualties?"
One-eyed Dragon turned his head and looked behind him. He looked a little guilty and said in a low voice, "Twenty-six died, forty-two were injured, and the rest were basically just minor injuries. I've already given those who couldn't be saved a quick death."
The casualties were so high?!
Søren's face did not look good. He turned around and glanced at the drows. Dark Blade was collecting the bodies of his companions. A total of three drows were killed, and most of the others were injured. The difference between the two was too great. This was the difference between disciplined and undisciplined in battle. Nearly 30 elite pirates had died. If it were other pirates, their morale might have collapsed. Looking back at the drows, only three of them had died, and only a dozen of them were injured.
It seemed that in a large-scale battle, the strength of the pirates was indeed not that great.
"Send a signal for people to come over!"
Søren looked at One-eyed Dragon in front of him and ordered in a deep voice, "Use ships to transport these slaves back. First, transport the children and women back, then the adults. Let the people in the camp come over and help. If there are any strange movements, kill without mercy! "
The indigenous tribes did not have much wealth.
All the spoils added up to ten or twenty thousand Kindler coins' worth, and this was including the fur goods they had accumulated. These things had to be transported to the south coast to be exchanged for money. Here, they were just ordinary daily necessities. Most of the captured indigenous people were ordinary people, but there were also a small number of professions. These people were strictly guarded, and there were only about fifty or sixty of them. As for the original chiefs and high-ranking nobles, they had long been slaughtered by Søren.
These high-ranking indigenous people must not be left alive. They must all be killed to control them!
The pirates began to get busy.
One by one, the ferocious pirates kicked and drove the indigenous slaves away. Many of their brothers had just died last night, so they were naturally not in a good mood now. Søren did not have much pity in his heart. He just warned them that they must not break the slaves because these were important assets that he needed. Long ropes tied the wrists of the indigenous slaves, and then pulled them forward one by one like animals. The warship had been docked in the river in front, and these slaves would soon be transported back to the camp.
"Set fire!"
Søren looked at the ruined village in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Burn it all!"
A big fire ignited.
Many of the aborigines wailed and cried. Their former home had turned into a sea of fire. Now, they didn't even have a place to stay. Seeing that the tribe was completely turned into ashes in the fire, many indigenous people were angry, but more of their expressions gradually became numb, as if they had lost hope and let the pirates take them to the warship. They were homeless, and their tribe had been wiped out. They were now slaves and goods. Without a place to stay, they had no hope and no more choice. They did not even have the courage to resist.
Thick smoke rose.
Søren looked at the village that turned into a sea of fire in front of him, and then turned to look at the slaves tied up with ropes. He could not help but show a smile on his face.
He finally had a foothold in the Outer Islands!
After getting rid of the indigenous tribe in front of him, this island was his territory. Unless he took the initiative to provoke other indigenous tribes, the chances of them attacking Søren would be greatly reduced. At this time, he finally had time to slowly develop, and these nearly a thousand slaves also provided him with a lot of labor. The progress of the construction of the camp would be greatly accelerated.
"It's a pity for these cultivated lands."
Søren stood on a higher slope and looked at the cultivated lands near the tribe. He could not help but feel pity: "These cultivated lands are ripe after many years of cultivation, and there are specially dug ditches. Although the area is not very large, it is quite valuable. It's a pity that the place to develop is not here, and the river here is not very convenient to connect to the sea, so I can only give up all these cultivated lands. "
The cultivated lands could be developed again.
However, the location of the natural port was difficult to change by manpower. Søren could not change his plan for a little land.
His strength could not be dispersed because the Outer Islands were very dangerous!
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