Chapter 64 Level 11 Hero? Slavery! (Thanks to my friend for the first order)

After pondering the demiplane for a while, Lear regained his composure and stared at the two-headed ogre hero who had awakened in battle.

The opponent's attributes are the same as those of the Swamp Queen Bee, which is very simple.

two-headed ogre

Rating: 11
Status: Transforming

The battle just now caused the opponent to burst out with blood and energy between life and death, and entered a transformation.

Once the transformation is complete, it will inevitably become a heroic unit.

The level 11 hero unit became a prisoner. Tsk tsk tsk.

Just thinking about it makes his heart beat faster.

Are you strong?
Sorry, now you are mine.

Looking at Lear's subtle eyes.

The two-headed ogre lord on the ground felt inexplicably uneasy, as if he was being stared at by some ferocious demon.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and said in a deep voice.

"My dear lord, I want more than just wealth. As long as you can help me kill the traitor, I am willing to lead the Red Stone Tribe to join you, become your weapon, and fight for you!"

At this moment, he had nothing.

The betrayer who killed his father still rules his tribe.

The last of his subordinates who followed him had also died in battle.

He was even reduced to a prisoner and could be beheaded at any time.

He no longer had any chips, so he could only bet everything he had.

As long as he was alive, there was hope. Even if he became a slave, he would definitely seek revenge, definitely!!

His gaze became extremely determined.

And there is nothing shameful in submitting to such a person!

Thinking of the overwhelming woodlice that attacked me, I still feel a little depressed.

Li Er was a little surprised when he heard this. This guy actually meant what he said.

interesting.

"Relax your mind, I will leave a mark on your soul."

"From now on, you will become my slave."

The two-headed ogre chieftain gritted his teeth.

"Can you avenge me?"

Lear looked him straight in the eye.

"My subordinates will never be bullied by others."

"The territory you should have occupied was taken away by an outsider. He is not robbing you, but me!"

"Those traitors, why do you dare to snatch my territory?! Why do you rule my tribe?! Why do you take my wealth?!"

"I will send out my army, take back my territory, my subjects, and my wealth!"

The two-headed ogre chieftain felt his brain freeze for a moment.

This gentleman had such strong logic that he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
He took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice.

"That's it. I will execute all those traitors!"

He said this with a determined heart.

"Sir, I am willing to be your slave and serve you!"

Lear's eyes were deep.

I am the fish on the chopping board. At this point, it doesn’t really matter whether the two-headed ogre is willing or not.

At most, it is the difference between forced slavery and voluntary slavery. After the soul mark is left, it is all the same.

While he was thinking, the divinity within the magic seed began to operate quietly.

Sacred, majestic, untouchable, and unspyable, a mysterious and surging pressure swept over.

The two-headed ogre was stunned instantly.

He fell to the ground, looking sideways, staring blankly at the human boy standing in front of him.

The face, which was too young, looked even more majestic at this moment, intimidating without even being angry.

With every move he made, he exerted his power over everyone, like a king who controlled the fate of countless people.

This scene slowly overlapped with the previous scene of controlling the insect swarm and dominating all directions.

Double the impact.

His heart trembled, and without any thought of resistance in his heart, he was directly branded with the soul mark.

But at the moment the brand was engraved, Lear suddenly felt dizzy and a sense of danger came to his mind.

I held my breath and took a few breaths, and the dazed feeling gradually dissipated.

A sudden enlightenment arose in my heart. Backlash!

There are too many soul marks engraved.

His soul at this moment could no longer bear the more powerful force of enslavement.

Every time a mark is imprinted in the soul of a subordinate, a part of his soul power will be involved.

Today, he had engraved the Queen of the Swamp, who commanded a large number of Swamp Hornets, and the Two-Headed Ogre, who was at level 11 and was transforming into a heroic unit. This had pushed his soul to its limit.

He took a deep breath, his eyes looking somewhat solemn.

No wonder the gods of this world did not brand all of their believers and make them loyal to them forever.

We even often hear news of people betraying their own sects and gods.

There's a reason for everything.

If the soul could be infinitely powerful and make everyone loyal to it, then perhaps there would have been only one master of this world.
Take a deep breath and calm down.

The skill of Divine Residual Power can be powerful, but this requires his soul to be strong enough.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to withstand the backlash of slavery.

Authority, still authority.

As long as he can control power, he will be able to usher in a huge promotion and this problem will not be too serious.

"Owner."

The voice of the two-headed ogre chief interrupted his thoughts, and the hostility in the other's eyes had completely disappeared.

The mark engraved on the soul can directly change its concepts and ideas.

Extremely domineering.

Seeing this, Lear breathed a sigh of relief.

Mobilizing the magic power in the body.

Swamp bounty.

A powerful healing spell surged into his body, and his originally weak breath immediately stabilized.

He waved his hand, allowing the wetland lizardmen to unlock the chains.

After the two-headed ogre who was tied up like a dumpling regained his freedom, he stood up with a complicated look in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked around, then slowly knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and saluted Lear in the most humble manner.

"Master, Et Redstone, I salute you."

Seeing this, Lear felt better.

Within one day, he successively captured Akania, the Queen of the Swamp Bee, and the Level 11 Two-Headed Ogre Chieftain.

This is so cool, he likes it!
He accepted the backlash.

The other party also brought news about the demiplane.

This is something he values ​​very much.

"Et, stand up. Tell me about the Redstone Tribe and the demiplane."

The two-headed ogre immediately stood up and said with a respectful look.

"Master, the Red Stone Tribe has been passed down for more than 500 years and its name is based on the surname of our Red Stone family."

"We have been occupying half of the Broken Star Plane, and the territory we rule covers an area of ​​more than a hundred kilometers."

"The tribe has over 10,000 people!"

"Every ruler of the tribe will be crowned king, and it has always been ruled by our family."

"But just half a year ago, my father was ambushed and killed by a despicable traitor! I was also demoted, and later the other party even sent a large army to hunt me down."

After some conversation, Lear had a general understanding of the Red Stone Tribe and the other-dimensional plane called the Broken Star Plane.

The two-headed ogres of the Redstone Tribe number over ten thousand, occupying half of the territory of the plane (in parentheses) - hundreds of kilometers.

In addition, the environment in that plane is harsh, resources are scarce, food is in short supply, and survival is a big problem.

Therefore, even if they occupied a territory of hundreds of kilometers, they could only support tens of thousands of people.

In addition to the two-headed ogres, there are seven or eight other small races, but the geographical locations they occupy are more desolate, and the two-headed ogres are unwilling to occupy them.

The so-called traitor is the person who seized the position of chieftain of the Red Stone Tribe.

He really didn't want to call the chief of a tribe of 10,000 people a king.

Too cheap.

But that traitor should not be underestimated, his level has reached 13!
This guy Aite is only level 11, and he wasn't even a hero unit before, so there's no way he can be compared to him.

But it seems that there is not much money to be made in this plane.

As they were talking, Lear was unwilling to give up and asked about the local specialties. The two-headed ogre chief gave a lot of answers, but he was not interested.

On the contrary, when talking about the mine, an unintentional remark perked him up.

"In the Red Stone Tribe, the main source of meat is the three-tailed pig. Those animals are easy to raise. As long as they have wild grass to eat, they can grow meat."

"If there is enough food, it only takes three months to grow to 600 kilograms. Therefore, the warriors of our Red Stone Tribe are quite powerful and occupy seven mineral veins."

Lear interrupted him suddenly.

"Tell me more about these three pigs!"

The ogre chieftain was stunned.

"Sir, aren't you going to talk about the mine?"

What's so strange about pigs?
Lear glared at him unhappily.

"Cut the nonsense!"

Can you grow 600 kilograms of meat in three months?
This is simply an enormous fortune. How can any of that crappy ore or gold compare to this good stuff?
(End of this chapter)