"Yes, my Lord!"
They responded with a roar and secretly made up their minds to use their lives to ensure that the lights would continue to be lit during any action.
"Put the things here. Each of you come and take a set. Put the synthesis table in your backpack and put it away."
Colin distributed the lanterns, synthesis tables and some materials.
In the lantern, he had filled it with at least a hundred milliliters of normal blood, enough for three hours of burning.
As for the ones behind, Colin is also confident that he can supply them.
Then, Colin gave the nine team leaders three minutes, and each of them selected 3-5 slaves and regrouped.
One-third of "old people" are mixed into each team, and the team can grow rapidly by having the old bring up the new.
"Set up the pot!"
Upon hearing this, the nine servants used the synthesis table to synthesize at the same time.
The synthesis table has nine grids. As long as you put the materials in the correct order and posture, you can synthesize what you want.
When you have a blueprint, you can also synthesize things that cannot be synthesized under normal circumstances.
Suddenly, nine large pots were set up.
This time, Colin had experience, so he prepared the food first and then recruited people.
This will avoid someone starving to death due to being too slow.
After all, the hunger values of those slaves who were sold were around 1, and they might starve to death if they were slow in eating.
This time, the team has expanded to recruit nearly a hundred people at one time. If not handled properly, deaths could easily occur.
"Are you ready?"
Colin asked in a deep voice.
"alright!"
"Very good. Then please don't let me see anyone starving to death in the team you are in charge of, otherwise..."
Colin's expression was serious, and he didn't tell them the consequences, but they couldn't help but make their own associations.
Of course, the main reason was that he didn't think of what to do next...
"Everyone, light the lamp with blood!"
Following Colin's order, nine bright lights appeared from the gray fog.
At the same time, hundreds of slaves were projected out from the parchment scroll in Colin's hand at an extremely fast speed.
Just as Colin had thought, these slaves were already shaky and struggling to stand as soon as they came out.
The teams that had been prepared quickly stepped forward, selected a corresponding number of people to bring to their own teams, and distributed food.
Soon, without any surprises, the expansion was completed.
The total number of people in the ten teams, including Colin and other lords, is 162.
Except for Colin's team, which still has fourteen people, the others have sixteen people.
Shana is his only close guard.
More people would be troublesome...
At this moment, Colin looked at the nine teams lined up in front of him, and saw those pairs of eyes staring at him with awe. He took a deep breath and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"I finally feel like a lord..."
On the other side, the four survivors looked at the scene in front of them with complicated feelings.
They knew there was no chance of escape...
Bang!
A wooden table was thrown out by Colin and hit the ground.
The four survivors couldn't help but twitch their faces when they saw this scene. There are actually people going out to explore with tables...