The slaves were conducting orderly training every day, and no one could interrupt them. With the supervision of the lord, even in this winter temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, they had to grit their teeth and persevere.

In order to maximize the combat effectiveness of the territory, Yang Dashuan even captured the group of dwarfs. Although the dwarf elder repeatedly emphasized that he relied on his wisdom to make a living, Yang Dashuan regarded this guy as a fart. [bsp;                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

However, these dwarfs still did not make any great contribution to the territory. They could not even build bird-winged crossbows and could not draw the drawings.

And every time they fight, they are the first group of guys to apply oil to their feet.

Faced with these dwarfs who only reached their navel, Yang Dashuan made a lot of cruelty. Since their wisdom is not useful, then training these guys well may also become a combat power. Strictly implementing the lord's policy, none of the dwarfs dared to run wildly without dying to let go of their lives.

When talking about letting these guys run a long-distance run, Yang Dashuan really took some effort. These guys relied on their wisdom and brains to refuse all the physical training arranged for them. The person who supervised the dwarf training was originally Bardo, but when he was asked by Thad from the cafeteria, he was confused. When he learned that Yang Dashuan had arranged such a task to him, he knelt on the ground and licked Yang Dashuan's boots cleanly.

But Bardo has no way to command these dwarfs after all... No matter how Bardo ordered these dwarfs, they thought Bardo was farting.

The coach changed one after another, and several rather fierce slaves even carried whips to slap these little dwarfs, but these dwarfs didn't move to death.

Yang Dashuan, a little angry, asked the slaves to strip the trousers of these dwarfs, and asked the ogres to press these guys tightly on the ground, and then "kindly" applied a little "cooling oil" to their chrysanthemums... As for what happened later, it was something that almost everyone could think of.

The dwarfs ran away and ran wildly. Any dwarf held the idea that it was enough to beat their companions. This idea made them run for a whole day. It was not until in the evening when the centaurs were idle and went out for a walk, and they found wild dogs so tired that they couldn't even close their mouths, as well as dwarfs lying all over the ground.

This high-intensity exercise can only be effective for one day, so for three consecutive days, the dwarfs were chased by a group of wild dogs from daytime, and were not brought back by the centaurs who were out for a walk in the middle of the night.

"Master Lord, you can't treat us like this!"

The dwarf elder wailed. As the oldest old guy in the territory, the dwarf elder suffered the first day Yang Dashuan came up with this idea. And he was the first dwarf to be knocked down by a wild dog. At that time, the old man's roar almost made all dwarfs dare not turn back to save his respected elder. However, the dwarf elder, who looked very particular, hesitated to the son of the Hulk Troll Gao Fei, and became the second dwarf to be thrown by a wild dog.

"Why?" Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes and looked at the old man who had been knocked down by a wild dog for three days. This old man now walks like a hernia. No matter who sees him, he feels like he has a hemorrhoid expression on his face.

The dwarf elder's butt hurt so much that he couldn't sit still. As long as he was close to something, he would immediately make him wail. Hearing Lao Yang's question, the old man almost wasn't angry to death. "Lord, our dwarfs are not doing hard work, we strongly protest. You are abusers of the people, you are a thug!"

Yang Dashuan shut up just by slapping this old man.

The short men around the bonfire never dared to say anything more. They looked at the lively wild dogs, fearing that Yang Dashuan would add a "night snack" to them.

"I am the lord of this territory, and what I say is the greatest. If anyone is not convinced, come to me even if you don't accept it!" Yang Dashuan walked among the slaves with his hands on his back. "As your most kind master, I will give you meat and clothes to wear. My biggest requirement is to let you guard the territory for me. Before I arrived at our territory, I said-I never feed the waste! It's okay to protest, I'll give you a choice. Either give me honest training, or I will send you back to the Kemeser Mountains."

Although the choice was given, the dwarfs could only suffer a loss.

If you send it back to the Kemeser Mountains, it would be a death. Although you are a little tired in Maple Leaf Town, at least you still have this idiot lord to give you food and clothing...

"Absurd, dwarfs are probably their favorite food for monsters!" Four figures walked out of the bonfire, and the white cloak made them particularly conspicuous in the light. The jumping flames were like dancing elves. People took off their hat brims that covered their faces, and an old but resolute face appeared in front of everyone.

"Father-in-law?" Yang Dashuan was stunned. "Why are you here?"

"Dad!" Joan of Arc exclaimed and threw himself into Old John's arms.

Looking at the three pastors behind his father-in-law who took off their hats in turn, Yang Dashuan saw the golden badges obtained from senior professional titles inlaid on their collars, and then he remembered that these were pastors sent by the church from the Holy Capital. But why did his father-in-law come with him? Could it be that the demons in his territory were discovered?

Thinking of this, Yang Dashuan couldn't help but take a look at the dark forest behind the territory. Fortunately, Lina had already let the ordinary demons go to the dark forest to avoid the limelight, otherwise such a large number of demons would easily allow others to notice their aura.

"I must be looking for you here. Do you think I am a hand-off manager? The church has gone to the sea. I can only stay here for two or three days at most, and on the one hand I look at my daughter. "Old John caressed Joan of Arc's hair lovingly and said to Yang Dashuan." On the one hand, he came to find you, a little bastard. Recently, many things on the mainland have been surging. You have to pay attention to me."
Chapter completed!