Chapter 6: Being watched by the elves
Rand took a whip and hit Shasa's sweaty back. A plow was hung behind her.
He is not able to make more complicated things like a curved plow yet, but as long as he has enough strength, he can use an ordinary plow to clear land at a fast speed.
In particular, the Minotaur is much more flexible than cows and can understand human language.
Unfortunately, only Shasa can truly understand the common language of humans, while other minotaurs cannot.
Otherwise, if we can enslave the Tauren on a large scale, productivity will leap forward! Anyway, although the Tauren can eat meat, they can survive by eating grass.
The delusion flashed through his mind, and Rand put the thought aside.
He was following Shasa at this time, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Taner who seemed to be studying the teachings of the Goddess of Fertility in the distance.
Today, Taner has a tendency to linger, and has become more diligent in his study of doctrine.
It seemed that he was eager to find out something from the Cult of the Goddess of Fertility.
Rand walked behind Shasa and whipped Shasa's back again, adding another slight whip mark on her back.
In fact, she was very diligent, and Rand did not want to abuse her by doing this, but when he decided to let the captives go for the second time, he felt that Taner's suspicion had reached the sky.
In theory, a messenger of the goddess of fertility should kill people and offer sacrifices everywhere, but Rand never did that.
This is really suspicious!
Now Rand must find a way to reduce Taner's suspicion.
Rand couldn't think of any ruthless solution in a short period of time, so he had to resort to this last resort.
The fifteen cultists who followed him at the beginning were loyal subjects of the state and could not afford to suffer.
The twelve robbers who subsequently worked as slaves and worked tirelessly were meritorious officials and could not bear the pain.
Therefore, these minotaurs have to suffer a lot. Don't worry, once I, Rand, eliminate Taner's suspicion, I will let you live a happy life!
Rand whipped Shasa on the back again, causing the majestic minotaur to tremble.
"So it turns out that being an animal means being whipped," thought Shasa as he was whipped again.
Although she was once the leader of a tribe with hundreds of people, it is necessary to endure humiliation temporarily for the continuation of the tribe.
Because they have absolutely no chance of winning.
During the clash between the lair and Rand's team, the stone-projecting weapon was indeed powerful, but it could not completely extinguish her confidence at that time.
Until the human in black armor took action.
Just one sword destroyed all their possibilities of victory.
The bull-headed totem pole was not made of ordinary wood; the one she threw out had been reinforced with magic.
Possibly even stronger than steel.
But it was still split apart.
Perhaps the strongest minotaur in existence would not be a match for this human they call Tanr.
No wonder our ancestors were forced to flee and live in seclusion underground. There are such strong warriors in any random human village.
The power of human beings is truly unfathomable.
Rand followed behind Shasa. It was a warm spring day, the sun was not scorching, and there was a gentle breeze. It was a good day for an outing.
Unfortunately, now I can only work hard in the fields.
Since he had to show his evil nature to dispel Taner's suspicion, the training of the remaining eight minotaurs, including Shasa, had to be done by Rand himself.
Now I can only work harder.
Not far away, a slender figure with pointed ears was wrapped in a black robe like the cultists. The ill-fitting black robe could only cover a small part of her curvy body.
She squatted behind a tree, half of her head stuck out, and her golden eyes stared at Rand, who looked a little bored and walking leisurely in the field.
To be precise, it was the whip in Rand's hand.
The man with pointed ears was biting his lips as he watched Rand swing the whip.
Although the whip made of leather was hitting the minotaur, she seemed to feel the same pain at this moment.
Every time Rand cracked the whip, her body trembled slightly.
It was common for humans to use whips, but it was the first time she had seen monsters being used as livestock.
What a genius idea! This mighty elite minotaur carried a thick rope on his back, which was connected to the front end of the plow. He struggled to move forward with his hooves, making the soil soft.
Even though she didn't make any mistakes, she still had to endure the whipping from the sadist behind her from time to time.
In the eyes of most humans, monsters are monsters. They are unreasonable and must be escaped or destroyed.
There is also a small number of people who regard monsters as beings with which they can communicate.
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What kind of genius sadist can come up with the idea of using monsters as livestock! Another whip hit the minotaur's body, but it didn't seem to have much force, just enough to cause pain but not actual injury.
What kind of control is this! Although she is a powerful ranger and is hiding behind the trees, she already feels that she will be discovered and caught, and become the same as this minotaur.
In the eyes of many humans, elves are actually a kind of monster. Although this creature has a beauty that other monsters do not have, it is still classified as a monster.
At least in the south of the continent, if an elf appears in a human town, he will definitely not be treated well.
It was only in the past hundred years that humans officially removed elves from the list of must-kill monsters, because they had to deal with a church called the Blood of Nourishment, and it was not appropriate to waste energy on that group of pointy-eared creatures.
Now that the Church of Nurturing Blood has been eliminated, relations between humans and elves have become tense again.
She took advantage of the opportunity when the human messenger entered the elf territory and slipped out.
She believed that she was still a monster in the eyes of the people in the mountains, so if she was caught by accident, wouldn't she be treated as an animal? She would be forced to bite the bit, be tied with ropes or chains, drag the plow, and walk laboriously while being whipped.
Just thinking about this made her shudder all over.
She stared at Rand swinging the whip randomly, and every time she whipped him, she would imagine herself as the minotaur, also being whipped, and her body trembled.
Rand had no choice but to stop the whip in his hand. He had indeed discovered the elf very early, but he didn't want to pay attention to it.
But at this time, the elf who had been hiding behind the tree had most of his body exposed. It was the same whether he was hiding or not. How could he hide?
Now he couldn't pretend he didn't see it.
But elves are too troublesome. These creatures do look good, but they are the epitome of trouble.
In short, one female ghost per capita.
They like to look down on others, but they have no reason to be proud. In past wars between humans and elves, the elves have always been at a disadvantage.
But they may continue to look down on humans, and come to provoke us from time to time. They will shrink back when they are beaten, and come to cause trouble again after a while when the pain is no longer there.
But there is a very fatal problem. The elves are very weak compared to humans as a whole. It is very easy for the elves to destroy his small hideout.
Rand originally thought that the elf was just passing by, but for some reason, after waiting for a long time, she still stood there with wide eyes watching him whip the minotaur.
His body was shaking from time to time. Was it because he felt that he was too bad, was angry, and wanted to punish him?
Rand looked back at Taner who was studying doctrine nearby. He had found him annoying before, but now he felt at ease.
It's impossible that any random elf could defeat such a powerful paladin? Absolutely impossible!
(End of this chapter)