Chapter 1151 Master and Slave

The relationship between the master and the slave is always unequal. The master always regards himself as the center of the world, and the slave only has obedience.

The master will gradually degenerate in power and lose his strength, while the slave will begin to wake up in the unconditional obedience of labor and realize the importance of freedom.

The two sides may exchange their identities by chance, and the relationship between the master and the slave will become a fragile balance...

For Loxia, maintaining the status of a slave is a necessary condition for survival. Challenging the master's consciousness with one's own value will inevitably cost one's life.

And Imrick, as a master, needs to remind himself all the time that these slaves will seize the opportunity to disobey the majesty of the Phoenix King at any time to regain their freedom.

Or become a master...

It has been nearly two years since the Black Ark God Blessed Evil Party first left the port of Nagarys and came to Bretonnia.

For the elves, two years is just a simple and ordinary killing, but for humans, these two years are an unprecedented disaster.

Under the plunder of the Blessed Evil Party, Lyonness has turned into a sea of ​​fire. The Bretonnians, whose naval power is far inferior to that of the elves, can only watch the Black Ark plundering along the coastline, turning into another monument to the cruelty of the Blessed Evil Party.

But now the admiral of the Blessed Evil Party still has to prostrate himself before a greater existence...

Loccia Fallen Heart, reported in detail the achievements made in the past two years, focusing on the attack on the Church of the Lady of the Lake, and roughly omitting the massacre and enslavement of humans.

According to Kuran, as long as there is no such thing as the Ten Thousand People Jingguan in Bretonnia, the Phoenix King will not ask too much about the Blessed Evil Party.

Completing the task and floating within the rules is within the permissible range.

Listening to Druzy's report on work is a very torturous thing for the elves. Even if Imrick has made preparations in advance, he still can't stand Loccia's endless chatter about how to destroy the Church of the Lady of the Lake.

Including but not limited to slavery, defilement, and use as a slave den...

To be fair, Imrik has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. No matter what race it is, the nature of war will not change, killing, plundering and cruelty.

Imposing one's own will on others and using force to get the desired results.

But Druz...I can only say that it is worthy of the Witch King to cultivate a perverted race. Caledor can't catch up with this set of skills in torturing people.

The usual deterrent method used by Caledor is to let the dragon army stroll around the opponent's airspace.

But what Druzor likes to do is to assassinate several important figures without anyone noticing, and then spread rumors in population gathering places, and poison and pollute water sources, and end the enemy's life in the spread of fear.

In the face of Loxia's indifferent expression, Imrick nodded gently: "Well done... but you should be able to do better."

"Prince Draknir's actions make it difficult for the God-blessed Evil Party to find out the details of some things... In addition to Lyonness, we had the opportunity to attack other principalities in Bretonnia, but considering the strange relationship between Caledor and humans, I chose to stop for the time being.

If you think fear is not enough to establish the kingship, the God-blessed Evil Party will target Cologne next, so that the Bretonnian monkeys know how to respect the monarch of the elves."

Cologne... This will cause a backlash, and Imrick is not going to do this. One Lyonness is already the limit that humans can tolerate. If they continue to go deeper into the old world, the elves will soon be labeled as plunderers.

The affairs of the Southern Kingdom, so they can use the friction over the years as an excuse to force them to voluntarily accept Caledor's rule, but Bretonnia and the Empire, the old enemies, can be called a strange thing in the quagmire.

They have fought, but when it comes to mutual support, they will not be vague.

Druzy is no longer suitable to continue the action against Bretonnia. The next step... let Asrai.

"No, I need you to go to the Imperial Nordland together to stop the invasion of the Norse barbarians."

Loccia's metal face was very hesitant. Supporting human monkeys to resist the invasion of Chaos was simply against the ancestral teachings.

What Druzy should do is to take advantage of the situation when both sides are fighting hard and plunder all the wealth and population.

Seeing Loccia's paused expression, Imrick's tone was a little unkind. Could it be that after being released for two years, he forgot who can decide Druzy's fate?

"Your answer, Loccia."

"Your order is my fate."

"Yeah."

After finishing the communication with Loccia, Imrick finally had the leisure to take a good look at the Black Ark where he was.

The famous Tower of the Blessed Evil Party.

According to ancient rumors, this Black Ark was the first batch built with black magic, and its roots came from the floating land of Nagarys torn apart by powerful magic.

The Lockshire family has been trusted by Malekith for many years, and often plunders the world as the admiral of the Druzy Navy, spreading the Witch King's terrifying command.

This makes the Black Ark more exotic, with some strange mudstone sculptures hanging on the streets, or abstract sun emblems, and giant black lions from Zhendan, which can be called a mobile treasure house on the sea.

Because the recent plundering force is Bretonnia, many giant helmets, chain mail, and emblem shields have appeared in the square...

Originally Drucci would not seize these human rags. After all, Bretonnia's forging technology is extremely inferior. Except for the well-known Holy Grail Grandpa, who can obtain the blessed weapons and protective gear from the Church of the Lady of the Lake, he can only rely on With money, he paid a sky-high forging fee to the dwarves.

It is no joke for Bretonnia that a set of armor is passed down for five generations. Even if the armor is carefully crafted by a dwarf master for a hundred years, as long as it is well maintained, it is far more useful than the inferior goods made by the blacksmiths in the territory.

In order to complete the mission, since the human slaves are to be sent to Nagaris, they must use the equipment of the knight grandpa to deal with the royal court.

This gave Imric the opportunity to see with his own eyes the specific conditions of Bretonnia, especially the pieces of unusually thick chainmail...with an obvious dwarven craftsmanship style.

Picking up a well-preserved heavy chainmail, Imric asked the maid.

"Speaking of which...how long has it been since I put on my armor?"

Phyllis pinched her nose, quite disgusted with the chainmail in His Majesty's hand.

"Since the end of the civil war... Do you want to try the human monkey's armor? The Father of Dragons, even if you don't take the identity of the Phoenix King seriously, you must at least care about the identity of the dragon tamer family head.

Wearing a monkey's chain mail will be laughed at by all the elves. "(End of chapter)