Archdemon

Oka is a typical male dwarf. He is less than 1.5 meters tall, bald, but with a big beard.

Huo Ling couldn't help wondering if his hair grew in the wrong place.

Oka was only wearing a pair of big shorts, and the rest of his body was naked. This pair of shorts was worn when he was captured as a slave.

Maybe Oka has traveled through several worlds.

After Huo Ling bought these dwarves, he was busy with other things and had no time to pay attention to what these dwarves wore.

Although Oka was not tall, he was very strong, like a square muscle block, with muscles all over his body.

When Oka heard Huo Ling's question, he said sparingly: "I don't have any stories!"

Huo Ling shook his head and said: "I think you can have a story. Tell me. If I am satisfied, I can reward you with ten barrels of strong liquor."

The dwarves only love two things in their lives, drinking and ironmaking. Other than that, they are all small hobbies.

No dwarf doesn't like drinking. Even female dwarves are addicted to alcohol. They can have nothing but drinking and ironwork.

Since being captured, Oka and his group of dwarves have become slaves. Although they still need to ironwork from time to time, they haven't had wine for a long time.

This is even more so after entering Purgatory. The high-magic environment of Purgatory even makes them not need to eat or drink.

Hearing the wine that Huo Ling mentioned, Oka's eyes lit up almost instantly, and he said, "Really?"

Looking at Oka's appearance, Huo Ling laughed, and then he threw out a barrel of wine from the space equipment. This was the cheapest liquor bought from Manu.

Oka looked at the barrel of liquor that landed, and his beard seemed to stand up at this moment. He quickly pried open the oak barrel with his hands.

"Bang!"

The lid was pried open by Oka directly, and a strong aroma of wine came to his nose. This kind of inferior wine would not have been taken seriously by Oka in the past.

In Oka's eyes, this inferior wine was horse urine before, but now it is the national cellar!

Oka couldn't wait to lift the barrel of wine and drank tons of it directly...

Oka drank half a barrel of strong liquor in one breath. At the end, he put down the barrel, wiped his beard soaked in strong liquor, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

Huo Ling looked at this alcoholic dwarf and said, "How about it, can you tell me your story?"

Oka sighed and began to tell his story.

The story is nothing new. Like most of the slaves sold to Purgatory, the original origin is because of war and defeat.

Oka was born in a medium-sized dwarf tribe. One day, their tribe broke out in war with another dwarf tribe.

As expected, Oka's tribe was defeated, and these losers were sold as slaves by another dwarf tribe.

Originally, more than 500 people in their tribe were sold as slaves, but they were divided more and more in the layers of resale.

In the end, Oka and the group of dwarves around him were even sold to Purgatory and began their journey to Purgatory.

The story has no twists and turns, no love and hate between men and women, no betrayal and forgiveness, just one word, (poor) weak!

If Oka's tribe won the battle, then the ending of their enemies would not necessarily be much luckier than Oka and his tribe.

After listening to Oka's story, Huo Ling did not think it was very story-like. This was a story of the survival of the fittest, and it was told by Oka, a dwarf, and the story was very stiff and concise.

However, Huo Ling's purpose was not to listen to Oka's story, but to pave the way for what was to come.

Huo Ling looked at Oka and said, "So Oka, do you want to regain freedom with your people?"

Oka raised his head and looked up at Huo Ling, his eyes full of suspicion, not understanding what the slave owner wanted to say.

"Work hard for me, and I'll let you go after three years." Huo Ling said.

When Oka heard these words, he didn't get excited. On the contrary, he was calm.

Three years. Although he had been a slave for a short time, he had seen and experienced many slaves who died of exhaustion, including when he was in the dwarf tribe.

If you want to exhaust a slave to death, ten days is enough instead of three years.

"Sir, what do you really want to do?" Oka looked up at Huo Ling and asked.

Huo Ling looked down at Oka. In his eyes, Oka didn't look like a smart man, but he had a reputation among the dwarves, which was enough. He said, "I hope you will work hard for me.. "

"That's it?" Oka was puzzled.

Huo Ling smiled slightly, and said: "I am not a real dragon from Purgatory. I also come from other worlds. I will not be as cruel to you as the devil."

Oka listened, but his mood was as calm as the lake. The whip marks on his body have not healed completely.

"I hope you will work hard for me, seriously! Instead of being sneaky like now." Huo Ling said, pointing to the dwarf blacksmiths who were dawdling in the blacksmith workshop.

Oka sighed, he looked at the inferior demons who were building buildings not far away, and said: "If we work hard according to the devil's standards, we dwarves will all be exhausted in three months instead of three years. What freedom do we need?"

Huo Ling asked: "Do you think three years is too long? I think the deadline I gave is already very tempting. "

"Sir, I don't think we can survive for three years under high-intensity work. "Oka shook his head. Even if he drank the strong liquor provided by Huo Ling, his stubborn character would not let him say anything good.

Huo Ling laughed and said, "Then let's change the conditions. Have you seen the armor made two days ago?"

Oka nodded and said, "Yes, you want us to make this kind of armor? I have seen these armors. It is not difficult."

"Then let's calculate based on this kind of armor. As long as any of you dwarves can make two hundred sets of this kind of armor within a certain time, I will abolish his slave contract and let him regain his freedom!"

"Oka...what do you think?" Huo Ling looked down at the dwarf under his feet.

Oka's breathing became heavy. This was a good condition. Unlike the previous three years, this number became more specific.

And there was no time limit, which allowed the dwarves to choose the work efficiency they liked to complete.

But in order to regain their freedom as soon as possible, the dwarves would involuntarily speed up the pace of making armor.