The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

Then I made eye contact with a minotaur with a braid in the last row.

The monster, which was a size larger than a normal minotaur, pulled up the giant totem pole that had been stuck in the ground, let out a resounding roar, and hurled the totem pole.

This is a perfect example of a powerful brick flying through the air; the speeding totem pole squeezes the air and hurtles straight towards Rand.

Just then, Tanl realized that his chance to shine had come!

Last time, he cleverly brought a stool for the divine messenger and was promoted. Although it looked a bit like a test, it was indeed a promotion.

Now, a second opportunity has arrived.

Although the divine messenger may not need his help at all, reducing the divine messenger's workload is also a form of support.

Tanl stepped forward, grasped the massive two-handed sword that was placed to the side, and then spun the greatsword in a semi-circle in the air.

He split the totem pole in two from front to back, causing wood chips to fly up around him.

Rand had already jumped to the ground and continued to give orders: "Load, get ready!"

Just as the cultist slingers began to spin the rope once more, a muffled voice rang out: "Wait!"

"?"

I've never heard of minotaurs being able to talk, let alone use a common language.

Seeing that Rand did not continue to order an attack, the braided minotaur, spitting as he spoke rapidly, said, "We surrender! Stop fighting! We surrender!"

……

Back at the hideout.

Each minotaur was imprisoned in a separate place and tied securely with thick ropes. Rand looked down at the minotaur with braids; this elite minotaur was their leader.

“State your value.”

This was Rand's second time facing prisoners, so he was already quite experienced.

These minotaurs are quite powerful and need to be dealt with carefully. We can't let them gather together, otherwise, if they rebel, this small, weak stronghold could be severely damaged.

“I know a way to get to the Underdark!” the minotaur sage Shasa said hastily.

“Not enough.” Rand sat down in the chair that Tanl had once again cleverly moved over, stretched his back, and said, “What good would it do us to go to the Underdark? This information is utterly worthless!”

The Minotaur sage surveyed the surroundings. The village wasn't exactly dilapidated, and the main roads had been cleared and tidied. Although the villagers who liked to wear black robes would occasionally cast wary glances at him, they didn't seem particularly poor.

There doesn't seem to be a need for them, the minotaurs.

However! She was the wisest sage of the Minotaur tribe in centuries, and she quickly realized the problem with the village: there were no livestock!

The only two animals in this village are a haughty horse that likes to look people in the nose and an old horse that is about to die.

Having realized her own worth, she confidently declared, "You have no livestock!"

Chapter 6: The Spying of the Elves

Rand lashed Sasa’s sweaty back with a whip, while a plow hung behind her.

He couldn't make a complex thing like a curved plow yet, but with enough strength, a regular plow and harrow could clear land at a fairly fast pace.

Minotaur are especially much more agile than bulls, and they can even understand human speech.

Unfortunately, only Shasa can truly understand the common language of humans; the other minotaurs cannot.

Otherwise, if we could enslave minotaurs on a large scale, our productivity would leap forward!

Anyway, minotaurs can eat meat, but they can survive on grass.

The fleeting thought crossed Rand's mind, and he quickly put it aside.

He was following behind Shasa, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tanl in the distance, seemingly studying the teachings of the Goddess of Abundance.

Tanl is now showing signs of becoming a persistent ghost, and he is studying the doctrine with increasing diligence.

It seems he's trying to find something out of the cult of the goddess of abundance.

Rand walked behind Shasa and lashed her back with the whip again, adding another slight welt.

Actually, she was very diligent, and Rand didn't want to mistreat her by doing so. However, when he decided to release the prisoner for the second time, he felt that Tanl's suspicions had reached an extreme.

In theory, a messenger of a goddess of abundance should go around killing and sacrificing, but Heland did not do so.

This is highly suspicious!

At this point, Rand needed to find a way to reduce Tanl's suspicions.

Unable to come up with any drastic solutions in a short time, Rand had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure.

The fifteen cultists who followed him from the beginning were loyal subjects of the state, and they could not bear the suffering.

The twelve bandits who then served as slaves, working tirelessly and without complaint, were meritorious, yet they also suffered greatly.

Therefore, I have no choice but to let these minotaurs suffer a bit. Don't worry, once I, Rand, dispel Tanl's suspicions, I will make sure you live a happy life!

Rand lashed Shasa's back with another whip, making the mighty and powerful minotaur tremble.

"As expected, being treated like livestock means being whipped," Shasa thought as he received another lash.

Although she was once the leader of a large tribe with hundreds of people, she now has to endure humiliation for the sake of the tribe's survival.

Because they have absolutely no chance of winning.

When she clashed with Rand's forces at the lair, the weapon that could launch stones was indeed quite powerful, but it didn't completely extinguish her confidence at that time.

Until the human in full black armor made his move.

With just one sword strike, they destroyed all their chances of victory.

The bull's totem pole wasn't just any ordinary piece of wood; the one she threw out had been magically reinforced.

Its strength may even exceed that of steel.

But it was still split open.

Perhaps even the strongest minotaurs in existence are no match for this human they call Tanl.

No wonder our ancestors were forced to flee underground and live in seclusion; even a random human village could have such powerful warriors.

Humanity's power is truly unfathomable.

Rand followed behind Shasa. It was a warm spring day, the sun wasn't too harsh, and a gentle breeze was blowing – perfect weather for a spring outing.

Unfortunately, now all I can do is work hard in the fields.

Since he needed to demonstrate his evil nature to dispel Tanel's suspicions, Rand himself was responsible for training the remaining eight minotaurs, including Shasa.

Now we just have to work harder.

...

Not far away, a slender figure with pointed ears was also wrapped in a black robe, just like these cultists. The ill-fitting black robe could only cover half of her curvaceous figure.

She crouched behind a tree, peeking out half her head, her golden eyes fixed on Rand, who looked somewhat bored and strolled leisurely through the field.

To be precise, it was the whip in Rand's hand.

The pointed-eared man was biting his lip as he watched Rand brandish his whip.

Although the leather whip was lashing at the minotaur, she seemed to feel it as well.

Every time Rand cracked his whip, her delicate body would tremble slightly.

Humans using whips is common, but using them on monsters as livestock is something she's never seen before.

What a brilliant idea!

This majestic and powerful elite minotaur, with a thick rope slung over his back and connected to the front of a plow, struggled to move forward with his hooves, loosening the soil.

Although she did not make any mistakes, she still had to endure the sadistic lashes from behind from time to time.

In the eyes of most humans, a monster is a monster, incomprehensible, and must be escaped or eliminated.

A small minority of them also treat monsters as beings they can communicate with.

but.

What kind of genius sadist could come up with the idea of ​​using monsters as livestock!

Another lash struck the minotaur's body, seemingly with little force, just enough to cause pain but not actual injury.

What incredible control that is!

Although she was a powerful ranger and was hiding behind the trees, she already sensed that she was about to be discovered, captured, and reduced to the same status as this minotaur.

In the eyes of many humans, elves are actually a type of monster. Although these creatures possess a beauty that other monsters do not have, they are still classified as monsters.

At least in the south of the continent, an elf appearing in a human town would definitely not be met with a pleasant reception.

Human authorities removed elves from the list of monsters to be killed only in the last hundred years, because they had to deal with a church called the Blood of Nurturing, and it was no longer appropriate to waste their strength on those pointy-eared creatures.

Now that the Church of the Blood of Nourishment has been eliminated, relations between humans and elves have become tense again.

She slipped away while the human messengers were entering the elven territory.

She believed that she was still a monster in the eyes of these people in the mountains, so if she were to be caught by chance, wouldn't she be treated like livestock?

They would be forced to bite on the bit, bound by ropes or chains, dragging plows and harrows, being whipped as they struggled to move.

Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.

She stared wide-eyed as Rand randomly swung his whip, imagining herself as the minotaur being whipped each time, her body trembling.

Rand was forced to stop whipping the elf. He had indeed spotted the elf long ago, but hadn't intended to pay it any mind.

But at this moment, the elf that was originally hiding behind the tree had most of its body exposed, making it seem as if it hadn't hidden at all.

He can no longer pretend he didn't see it.

But elves are too troublesome. These creatures are indeed very beautiful, but they are simply the epitome of trouble.

In short, everyone is a little devil.

They like to look down on people, but they have nothing to be proud of. In any case, in the past wars between humans and elves, elves have always been at a disadvantage.

But that doesn't stop them from continuing to look down on humans and coming over to provoke us from time to time. They shrink back when they get hit, but after a while, when the pain subsides, they come back to cause trouble again.

However, there is a fatal problem: the elves are weak relative to the human population as a whole. Their small hideout could be easily wiped out by the elves.