Uh... the protection period requires constant experimentation, half a year, one year, two years, five years... keep experimenting. Forget it, skip it and do the experiment directly on humans.
Then, the necromancers ordered the prisoners according to the book, picked and picked from the prisoners, and discovered a very embarrassing thing...
"However, these prisoners of war are all professionals... The lowest-level civilians and non-professionals required by His Excellency the Lord of the Plague are not available at all!"
"Isn't this nonsense? If you are not a professional, you dare to follow and rob the Eagle Kingdom? Even if you are a pirate, even if you are an indigenous warrior, without a second, third or fourth level professional level, you are not qualified to join the team as a handyman!"
"But, if there are no civilians, who should we use for experiments? Is it okay to just use professionals? Or go and tell the Lord of the Plague to just use existing prisoners of war?"
"..."
"..."
The 15th-level necromancer Wendell Jennings, a disciple of Archmage Hines, faced the eager looks of his subordinates and shook his head vigorously:
"You cannot use existing prisoners of war! The Plague Lord is very strict about the experimental conditions. If he uses professionals instead of non-professionals without authorization, he will directly declare the experiment a failure!"
"That's right..." The necromancers looked at each other. Every one of the people here had been scolded by Gretel, and had their wrists knocked by his elusive transparent hemostat:
I dropped something and bent down to pick it up, I tried to turn on the centrifuge without balance clamping, I opened a reagent bottle without wiping the mouth with an alcohol cotton ball...
If you dare to change the experimental subjects without authorization, it is probably not a matter of being scolded to death. They may be kicked out!
"What should we do?"
"Don't alarm Your Majesty the Plague Lord about this matter! I'm going to tell the teacher that the indigenous women and children who help raise chickens and rabbits here will be recruited for experiments!"
"Then it's up to you!"
Archmage Zhannings took advantage of Grete's absence to discuss the difficulty with the teacher. Archmage Heins immediately objected:
"The indigenous women and children here can't be used! - Not to mention one or two fell down, but they are locked up alone to observe the vaccine reaction these days. Who will do the work? You? Or the few in your group
Guy? Or let the skeleton do it?"
Archmage Zhannings shook his head like a rattle. Are you kidding? They raise monkeys and mice - the ones in the cleaning area - to the point where they are almost vomiting blood. Who will help raise chickens and rabbits?
Must move?
"Then...teacher..."
"Forget it, I'll go talk to Tratoani." Archmage Haines sighed:
"Let them provide a group of civilians. It doesn't take too many anyway. The first group only needs 50, and there will only be a few hundred after that. There are millions of natives around. Just give them a few and it will be done."
"Great! Teacher, you still have a way!"
"Bang!"
A translucent mage's hand raised its index and middle fingers, and struck Archmage Zhannings hard on the forehead:
"Don't think that I don't know, you are just too lazy to deal with them, so you just push the matter to me! - I won't stay here for long. After a year and a half, I will leave it to you to take charge."
You have to be able to speak to these nobles in this country!"
"Hehe...Teacher, isn't it because you are here and I can be lazy as long as I can..."
Archmage Heins sighed and floated away. When he went to Tenoch City to talk about it, their Tratoani agreed without even thinking about it:
"We want some people who have no strength, can't be warriors, and can't be priestesses to do experiments? Guaranteed to bring them back safely? Can slaves be used? Yes? That's too easy! Don't worry, we will collect them today, and we will be there early tomorrow morning
Send people off to the mountains!"
Just a slave!
Although the request is a bit more... Strong slaves over 16 years old, under 30 years old, no sick ones, no injured ones, no pregnant ones... 50 people in total, half male and half...
However, for the Eagle Country, that is nothing at all! All the great nobles, golden eagle warriors and female snakes scanned their homes and gathered them together with their eyes closed!
The only ones who are unhappy are the slaves. When the rainy season comes, the slaves suddenly have more work to do:
A year's harvest depends entirely on this season's rain. We make fences, repair floating fields, and sow seeds. After serving the crops, you also have to take care of your own chickens, ducks, dogs, and rabbits, and provide chicken coops and rabbit cages.
Build a thatched roof to prevent them from freezing to death in the rain...
Only when you have finished taking care of everything can you repair your house. If it rains heavily outside, it doesn’t matter if it rains lightly inside. Don’t let it rain heavily outside and cause the house to be watered down!
People are not happy about being so busy and being taken to the mountains. Although they are slaves and dare not resist the nobles, it does not prevent these slaves from crying:
"Can we come back-"
"I don't know... my third aunt's little daughter was sent to the mountains. It's been several months and there's been no news at all..."
"It is said that there are some dead people there... The master's family I served, their soldiers went there once and came back and said that there were skeletons walking around everywhere..."
"Are we going to die too? Will we be taken there, have our hearts dug out, beheaded, and put on a wooden shelf?"
"No--"
The team walked slower and slower. The slaves who were sent to the top of the mountain were not like the wizards who could ride phantom horses. At worst, they could summon magic horses to rush on. They could only walk on their own two legs.
In order to prevent them from escaping, they were even strung together with their hands tied up, stumbling and stumbling. Next to them, the soldiers who were ordered to escort the slaves were wearing raincoats and walking in the rain with one foot in the water and one in the mud, urging angrily:
"Let's go! - If you don't want to go, just die here, and the men in black robes will turn you into a living corpse and take you away!"
Become a living corpse?
Forester Ashe Moonsong's ears perked up.
After receiving Tupac Amaru's call for help, she traveled for a month from the remote rainforest to the Land of the Eagle. She hid her figure, quietly inquired around, and locked in on "that place" -
—
Tupac Amaru's friends, comrades in arms, the father and brother of his beloved girl, and soldiers from the same tribe. Those who did not die in the war or in human sacrifices should all be sent there...
So where exactly is it? She has been wandering around Tenoch City for three days and still hasn't found any suspicious location. Instead, she was almost swept out by the mage tower several times. It's rare to see a group of slaves sent to the mountains. What a good opportunity!
Follow along quickly!
Ash Moonsong licked her paws, turned around, and turned into a smaller form. She was only a little over two feet long, and her whole body was grayish-yellow, covered with black spots and stripes. She went up the mountain and into the trees.
Once you lie down, you can't tell the difference with the naked eye.
She jumped lightly to keep up with the team transporting slaves, and from time to time she pricked up her ears to listen to the words on the other side:
"Go faster!"
"I'm procrastinating and want to die!"
"The Plague Lord is waiting to use you!"
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