Regardless of everything, not even considering the physical strength that must be reserved for the long journey, the organs that support the body's galloping work to the limit, and the beating of the heart is clearer and louder than the roar of the wind in the ears and the neighing of the weeds. The eardrum is struck, shaking the sense of balance.
The sound of the sound caused the brain to receive a nausea signal. The hot and hot body was panting rapidly and did not dare to relax at all. The disgusting feeling could not be expelled from the body that was slowly becoming tired.
An essential instinct for living things, a self-defense function derived from fear of death.
An instinctive emotion called [fear].
He was afraid of the pursuer who was following him everywhere, he was afraid of being a prisoner, he was afraid of his unknown fate after being captured, and he was afraid of the extremely miserable and long and painful death process.[
The humans who tried their best to escape were convinced of the rumors about the elves killing prisoners, and were driven to the point of collapse by the rumors and derivative imaginations. They only wanted to stay away from the terrifying pursuers, and ignored several crucial details.
His attempts to mislead the followers behind him by dashing left and right always failed. No matter how carefully he concealed the traces of his escape, the elf would quickly follow the path that was so correct that it was more painful than it was before, or he could intercept him from the front.
What is even more incomprehensible is that in this cat-and-mouse pursuit, the elves jumping quickly among the trees were obviously able to do so with ease. They kept a certain distance from the fugitives unhurriedly to ensure that they would not lose their target. With this
The race is familiar with the forest environment of the valley. This gap is really unnatural.
The spies who had long since left the rookie stage should have noticed these life-threatening anomalies and then rethought their escape plan.
However, he didn't have the luxury to do that.
There is no need to think about anything anymore.
At first glance, there was nothing unusual about it. The trap, which looked exactly like the solid ground he had been stepping on, collapsed. He had no time to react, and a sharp impact penetrated from behind. After the impact, his right eye lost the picture, and his left eye opened as wide as possible.
I saw several pieces of wood drilling through the skin and bones, spitting out bright red buds like seeds under the clothes. The smell of rust mixed with the nauseating stench stimulated the gradually thinning sense of smell and consciousness.
A sharp wooden stake coated with excrement - the quick method to maintain continuous operation of thinking barely recognized the murder weapon that took his life. Driven by unwillingness and anger, his left hand trembled and stretched out to his chest, trying to save himself. Standing on the edge of the trap coldly
The watching elves didn't think that the spy with his head, torso, legs, and right arm strung on the stake could accomplish such a difficult feat. If he waited a little longer, the unlucky guy would be where he should be.
"Asshole pointy ears...!!"
The only movable limb finally lost its strength halfway to the chest and rested softly on the intestines flowing out of the abdomen. After the last words uttered from the mouth spitting out red blood bubbles, no more sounds came from the trap.
"Which number is this this week? 9 or 10?"
Tire straightened the headband that fixed his long hair, and gave a steady answer. He showed no sympathy to the intruders with malicious intentions, and the rats wielding daggers in the shadows lacked the elements to make the elf boys feel. In order to prevent the decay of corpses from causing
After confirming that the spies were completely dead, the companions who were accustomed to cleaning up the corpses began to clean up the corpses and rearrange the traps.
"Human beings are really resilient. Even after so many deaths, they still enjoy doing this kind of thing."
He spat vigorously at the corpse with his eyeballs hanging out and his body completely transformed into a colander. Rudolf Schengen shook his head in disgust. The short-haired elf couldn't understand the way that human powers kept sending their subordinates to die. At the same time, he felt
A little disgusting.
"Those pigs have ignored the lives of their subordinates and soldiers since a long time ago, but they don't directly call the soldiers [cattle] like the orcs do."
It seems that Tier got the habit of complaining from Li Lin, and Tier sharply complained about his enemies. However, Tier has a good tongue, and is far from being as mean as Li Lin.
The simple and straightforward ancient proverb from the East is always so sharp, but Li Lin has not yet translated this sentence into Elvish and said it, and no one knows the famous saying that is very suitable for the occasion.
"Recently, spies have been coming out more frequently. Maybe someone is eyeing this place and is ready to take action?"
"There is no evidence to confirm this hypothesis. Black marketeers, nobles, sneaky priests - there are more and more suspicious guys wandering outside the valley. Maybe they are hot-headed merchants who want to cause trouble." [
The cleaning and repair work of the trap is almost completed. The riddled corpses are carefully wrapped and will be incinerated later. The edge of the woods has returned to its previous scenery, and the smell of blood has gradually faded.
"Close the team."
After finally confirming that there were no omissions, Tire and his companions in the escort quietly evacuated into the Niflheim Valley.
The outer fence of the village was demolished last month. The elves who had become richer originally planned to build a stone wall to replace it. However, after discussion at the meeting, the first-line city wall defense was stillborn.
Trenches, horse-rejection, watchtowers... If you add dozens of barbed wires and machine guns, a complete trench museum can be opened. The elves who are not qualified to toss high-tech weapons finally come up with [responding to localized areas under existing technical conditions]
Conflict] three-dimensional defense system.
"...4, 5, 6, a total of 6 usable ones."
Freya, who was standing on the edge of the ditch, was waving a charcoal pen carelessly. A form was drawn on the newly produced white paper, and groups of numbers were filled in their respective boxes. Opposite the petite girl, there were a group of tied up men.
He squatted on the ground with his head lowered, like a group of capons.
"...Too little."
Adding a new prisoner number with no name at the end, the charcoal stopped on the paper.
The delicate and cute face like a doll was completely occupied by a terrible expression of dissatisfaction.
"Mr. Thor."
A terrifying smile appeared on the lips that gave the honorific, and the bright white tiger teeth made the elf boy, who had an absolute advantage in height, feel uneasy.
"Thor-sir."
The honorific title of "Herr" was sonorous and powerful, and the big man who barely mustered up his courage carefully took over the words.
"Well, Freya, regarding the number of prisoners..."
"Mr. Thor!"
The heavy pauses, the truncation of the coherence of the excuses, and the paused sneers foreshadow the coming storm.
"Yes! I'm here!"
The body reacted and stood upright like a spear. The body was mentally prepared to bear it.
"I don't care how much waste dies, in fact we don't care much, but please pay attention to the current situation of insufficient labor in the mines and cotton fields!!"
Freya exploded like a boiling kettle, and her hand patting the form seemed ready to smash the stack of paper into poor Thor's face at any moment.
"When it comes to the problem of the captives, I am also responsible, so don't blame Thor, Freya."[
"Max!"
Seeing a glimmer of light from the unbearable despair, Thor looked at the savior with gratitude. Tyr returned Yi Nai's wry smile and continued:
"I also made a mistake, and in the end I had no choice but to drive my opponent into a trap. The ones who have come recently are all veterans, and they are not as easy to catch alive as these, and there is nothing you can do about it if you are blamed."
He shrugged his shoulders to apologize, followed the direction of turning away the corner of his mouth, and the blood-soaked body bag passed in front of Freya, who was holding her forehead, and Thor, who was breathing a sigh of relief. The prisoners squatting on the ground secretly glanced at the blood-red bag, their eyes darting rapidly.
Return to perpendicular to the ground.
The language they heard next was still the Elvish language they had learned, but the captives couldn't understand it at all.
"Production efficiency is still very low, and it is difficult to achieve the target."
"How about enhancing labor efficiency and extending working hours?"
"No, the report submitted before was rejected. The reason is that [it will only further expand the labor gap]."
"Indeed, the current 12-hour work system has become unsustainable. If we continue to intensify the work intensity, sooner or later, everything will be incinerated to make fertilizer, which is really troublesome."
Unintelligible words and elusive content are almost like forcibly translating the language of another world into the language of elves and pouring it into the ears to force memory.
even so.
Not understanding what the elves are discussing does not prevent uneasiness from triggering some kind of alarm.
"It's too naive of me to expect boys to be able to alleviate the burden on ladies. Well... anyway, having six useful ones is better than none. In short - let's make do with it."
The hand that was frowning was lowered, and the gaze that moved over made the lucky captive feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
unequal looks;
The way you look at objects;
a look of contempt;
cold eyes;
——Looking at the six corpses.
"Take them to the hard labor camps."
He waved the paper filled with lines and numbers, and pronounced the future of the prisoners in a cold tone while disposing of the waste.
Work makes you free (rbetmhtfre).
The signboard with curly script was selected from a certain memory and jumped into reality. It sat on the door beam, looking down at the new tenants of the hard labor camp like a judge in the underworld.
Speaking of the hard labor camp, it is actually more like a shantytown placed next to the mine. The scenery outside the wooden house only has more watchtowers and a few young guards than ordinary mountain huts.
Barbed wire, high-voltage power grids, landmines, Alsatian wolfhounds, and guards in black coats carrying submachine guns scanned the prisoners like experimental animals. The tall chimneys continuously spewed out burnt odor and fly ash day and night. At night, dazzling white light beams swept repeatedly
Passing through every corner of the camp...
It has the same house number as [Bai Fumei] and [Little Tsundere], which are both models of similar facilities, and their motto is [Love the shower room, love the crematorium, love gold teeth, love human skin, love hair, and love fat soap,
Compared with the well-equipped Auschwitz concentration camp, which is the most annoying thing about Jews in the Soviet Red Army, the hard labor camp in Niflheim can only be classified as "short and poor". There are no iconic gas chambers and
The crematorium does not have the "luxurious" configurations of the previous ones. Onlookers can't associate it with the name of "hard labor camp", and further doubt whether the facility can effectively perform the function of guarding prisoners' labor.
"If you want to survive, you have to work conscientiously."
Standing on two stacked wooden boxes, the smile of the middle-aged dwarf carries a sense of rebellious excitement. Even with the height of his sight increased, the gray face that still makes the purchased serfs and captured prisoners a little fond is filled with a strange look.
Joy. Just like a child receiving a new toy or a peasant woman discovering that the hen at home has laid another clutch of eggs.
——Vulgar dwarf.
The new residents unceremoniously wrote their unanimous comments on their faces, accompanied by a look of strong contempt.
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