The Power of the Disease God

"Dong! Dong dong!"

Towards the evening, war drums could be heard from the tens of flying forts. A few Jia Clan warriors bared their upper bodies and lazily growled at the ground.

Countless non-humankind slaves, who had been digging ditches or building walls, dropped their weapons and tools, then yelled, shouted, and leaped towards the campsite. Smoke rose from kitchen chimneys, as the aroma of booze and meat spread out in all directions. Cooks in this slave-hunting army prepared the dinner, and large groups of slave hunters, slaves warriors, and slaves returned to the camp.

On the city wall, Ji Hao looked at those non-humankind slaves who had been scrambling for food in their campsite, then slightly knocked his fingers on a battlement and said, "Yu Mu, do it. They’re gonna throw everything up later anyway. If we wait until they have filled their stomachs, that would be a waste of food!"