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At dusk, Airey halted his advance and retreated to the vicinity of the first occupied Goatman settlement.

More than a thousand goatmen were killed in this battle, and their total strength was about five to six thousand, which was considered a heavy loss.

Simon only wanted killings, not occupation, so to be on the safe side, Airey did not plan to camp in the valley at night.

After all, the Goatman is more familiar with the terrain and tries not to reveal any flaws.

In the settlement above the hills, five hundred soldiers have established a simple camp here.

It was all surrounded by a fence like a horse to prevent the goatmen from attacking at night.

Their eyesight is stronger than that of humans, and they have certain night vision capabilities, so they must be guarded against.

In the camp, Simon is interrogating the goat-man priests.

Naturally, he cannot understand the language of this race, but there are talents in this field in the army, and various orc languages ​​are not a problem.

"How many more of you are there?" Simon asked in person.

The translator paused for a moment and translated immediately.

The priest looked at the interpreter in surprise, said nothing, just lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing this, Simon smiled slightly, but did not take it seriously, and continued to ask: "What is the name of the defensive magic you used on the battlefield today?

Where did it come from? Is it passed down from ancestors? "

The goatman priest still didn't speak, but stared at him with hatred.

“Bring the prisoners here.

If you hand over this magic, I will let them go.

If not, just boil them. Simon said in a casual voice.

When the goat man heard this, his facial expression fluctuated greatly, but he still didn't make a sound.

After a while, dozens of goatman captives were brought over and forced to kneel on the ground.

"When this candle burns out, you will have no chance to exchange."

Simon said softly, and then took out a book and read it silently.

The goatman priest firmly held on to the candlelight and gradually became sweating profusely.

"No problem! You put half of it out first!" it finally said.

Simon looked up at it, nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he signaled to the guards, who immediately cut the ropes on half of the goatmen and released them on the spot.

The goatman priest watched their figures disappear into the mountains and breathed a sigh of relief.

“This magic is called the Shield of Protection, inherited from our ancestors.

If you want to practice successfully, you need..." It began to describe how to practice this spell.

Simon recorded it carefully, and at the end he said doubtfully: "Is it really passed down from the ancestors? Impossible.

You don't have the ability to develop such sophisticated magic. "

"It was passed down to me by my father." The goatman priest said firmly.

Simon didn't say anything else, maybe their ancestors had some adventure.

Anyway, at the level of civilization of the goatmen, it is impossible to have such extremely perfect magic. It is possible to evolve some superficial witchcraft like the kobolds.

And the operating context of this magic is relatively similar to that of the human race. Although there are many differences, the two must be related.

At least the two parties have had academic exchanges or have an inheritance relationship.

"The history of the Eagle Kingdom is too short. Before this, this continent must have been very lively."

Simon secretly thought, feeling a lot of awe in his heart.

There are unknown dangers hidden in some of the ditches and ridges in this land. Of course, there are also unimaginable opportunities.

"Release the other half of the goatmen outside."

There is no need for Simon to break his promise on such a trivial matter, it is nothing more than twenty or thirty goat men.

"Yes!" The soldier responded and accepted the order. After a while, the goat man hurried away as if he had been granted amnesty.

When the priest saw this, he felt relieved immediately, and when he looked at Simon, he felt uneasy.

"When did you goatmen settle here? Why did you rob our food transport team before?"

Simon asked with another faint smile.

“We’ve been living here for I don’t know how long.

There is a lot of snow this winter, and the food reserves of each tribe are not enough, so they can only grab some to survive. Please forgive us..."

Seeing that Simon had kept his promise, the goatman priest was not as hostile as before, and he begged.

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished. Until now, I haven't seen any indication from your leader. It shows that the punishment is not enough."

Simon smiled lightly.

As for the fact that the Goatman had always lived here, Simon naturally didn't believe it. It probably only lasted a few hundred years.

After that, he asked some basic information about the Goatman tribe, and the priest also answered many questions carefully.

"Take it down and treat it like a first-class prisoner." Finally, Simon ordered.

"Yes! Sir!" Upon hearing this, the soldiers outside the tent immediately responded and went in to escort the goatman priest away.

Simon also arranged the levels of the prisoners, with different treatment, and divided them into three classes: noble prisoners, first class, and second class.

The first-class prisoners all had some skills, and although their meals were only rye, they were provided in sufficient quantities.

The treatment of second-class prisoners is worse than that of slaves. They can be treated casually as long as they don't starve to death.

According to the Goatman Priest, the Goatmen in the White Sheep Hill group are not monolithic, but are divided into three tribes, but they have a jointly elected leader.

They are internally called the White Sheep Tribe, the Spotted Sheep Tribe and the Yellow Sheep Tribe. The one who robbed the grain team was the Spotted Sheep Tribe, and it was also the strongest one.

The hilly settlement that Simon currently occupies belongs to the Yellow Sheep Tribe, which is not a good match.

But he couldn't care less. There were only about 20,000 or 30,000 goatmen here. They were divided into spotted sheep and yellow sheep. They could just deal with them together.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, around eight o'clock, the soldiers finished breakfast and started the attack again.

This time, they targeted the nearest hilly settlement of goatmen, which belonged to the sphere of influence of the spotted sheep tribe.

After the attack, the result was no surprise.

Thousands of goatmen were killed again, and the second largest settlement was occupied by Simon.

At this time, it was dusk again.

The goatmen leader who had been fighting high before was now covered with wounds, and his left arm was missing, obviously cut off.

The guards of the ancestral temple beside him were also scattered, with only two or three cats and kittens left.

"Chief, we can't defeat the human army... If this continues, our tribe will die out! Woo woo woo..."

A priest cried.

"Let's negotiate with the human race and beg for their forgiveness." The goatman leader looked ashen, no longer stubborn.

The goatmen around him nodded one after another after hearing this.

"I will go to negotiate with the leader of the human race. Whether I can come back or not, Pat will take over the position of leader in the future.

In addition, bring the Shield of Motilus and the magic book. They will be important bargaining chips for peace talks.

If I die, you will lead the tribe to escape from here and go to the Black Desert Goatman Tribe... Don't take any more chances!"

After it explained, it set off alone.

Of course, a few goatman soldiers wanted to follow, but they were scolded.

......

At this time, night fell, and Simon had already ridden a griffin to the newly occupied hilly settlement.

This place had just been occupied not long ago, and the defense facilities were still very weak, so it was necessary to stay in charge.

Just as he finished his inspection and returned to the big tent, a griffin knight suddenly came over and reported: "My Lord Earl, I received a message from a raven."