[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence":3,"chapter-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-215":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2338678,4572,"Chapter 215: Surrender or Not?","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-215",215,"\u003Cp>“You’re the Princess of the Silver Moon Tribe? Not bad-looking, but why are you so stupid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas sized up the Silver Moon Tribe princess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a leather crop top exposing her midriff, and a leather skirt reaching her knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath that skirt, however, she wore a pair of linen trousers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with her long, straight, beautiful legs, her slender yet powerful waist, and her exquisite face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she was unmistakably a wild, fierce beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her skin was slightly duller than that of a noble lady,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she lived on the wastelands—this was unmistakably healthy wheat-colored skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know me? Which traitor revealed our assassination plan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d already felt something was off about tonight’s events—as if the noble had set a trap in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he’d identified her instantly, Freya was certain a traitor had emerged from her tribe!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas offered no explanation, only a mysterious smile. “Who it is doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re trapped now, with no way out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, I’ll give you one final chance: drop your weapons and surrender immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surrender? Never. Shameless Gervas, our tribal warriors would rather die than surrender!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, though she was a woman, the Silver Moon Tribe princess was fiercely defiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right! Freya speaks the truth—our warriors would rather die than yield!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other tribal heirs echoed her in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t surrender, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas grabbed Iron Claw, who had just been captured, and hoisted him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud palm struck Iron Claw’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh…” Iron Claw was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t even say anything…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why are you hitting me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Gervas clearly didn’t care about Iron Claw’s feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More slaps followed—slap! slap! slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Claw’s face visibly reddened and swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Claw began struggling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his hands and feet were bound—he couldn’t resist at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now tell me—do you surrender?” Gervas glared fiercely at Freya and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya: “???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other heirs: “???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Freya and the other heirs exchanged hesitant glances, then gritted their teeth: “We won’t surrender…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t surrender, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would rather die than yield, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard-headed, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hate hard-headed people the least!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now—do you surrender?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m asking you—do you surrender?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… huff… I… I surrender! I surrender! My lord, please stop hitting me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya and the others stared, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t even spoken yet—and yet Iron Claw had surrendered first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was barely breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face had burned fiercely moments ago, but now he felt nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of fear and fury, he finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Gervas had clearly been asking Freya and the others—but why was he beating him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this kept up, he’d be beaten to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Gervas remained unmoved, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Freya and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap! Slap! Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll ask one more time—do you surrender?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We… we…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya and the others were now filled with rage and terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas’s methods were brutally cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Iron Claw’s pitiful state sent chills through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cheeks were swollen like pig’s heads; his teeth were nearly all gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood streamed continuously from his nose and gums—so pitiful it was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such a situation, they’d rather be killed outright than endure this torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…We surrender. Let go of Iron Claw right now!” Freya could no longer bear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her beautiful eyes burned red, fixed on Gervas as if he were a demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing the word “surrender,” Gervas finally stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s better! Why not surrender earlier? What a waste of suffering!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas set Iron Claw down and, with a look of feigned pity, adjusted the collar of the man who could barely stand, supported by guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-you… you…” Iron Claw, seeing this, choked on a breath and fainted on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tribal heirs, locked in the dungeon for two full days, finally heard movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that time, Gervas had given them nothing but water—not a single morsel of food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing Gervas, the tribal heirs instinctively glared at him with hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment their eyes met his, they remembered something—and immediately lowered their heads, refusing to meet his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How was your stay in my castle, my dear princesses and young lords?” Gervas observed their reactions with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Human noble, kill us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other heirs dared not speak—but Freya, teeth clenched, finally couldn’t hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d rather be killed instantly than endure this humiliation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Princess of the Silver Moon, you’ve got the most courage!” Gervas exclaimed. “Open her cell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you going to do, noble?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her solitary cell unlocked, Freya turned pale, clenched her teeth, and stepped back several paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What am I going to do? What do you think?” Gervas grinned wickedly as he stepped into the cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Human, kill me! Let this be your punishment—we won’t resist!” Freya finally felt fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill you? That’d be too easy—and too much of a waste…” Gervas’s mockery deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya shuddered. “Human, if you dare lay a hand on me, my father will never let you live!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she knew her threat rang hollow, it was her last shred of defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Gervas didn’t stop—he kept advancing toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Freya curled up, closed her eyes, and trembled, waiting for the demon’s touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But long moments passed—and the demon’s claws never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she cautiously opened her eyes again, she saw Gervas seated calmly in a chair, his gaze clear, his expression serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now you’re afraid? Why weren’t you afraid when you planned to assassinate me?” Gervas sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya clenched her teeth, realizing she’d been toyed with—but dared not speak another harsh word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I ask you—do you want to live?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After observing for a long while and confirming Gervas wasn’t mocking them, Freya asked: “Will you spare us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It depends on how you behave!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, several companions in nearby cells perked up their ears,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you want?\" Freya asked further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First, write letters demanding your respective tribes send large ransoms!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides, I’ve been short a maid to dress and wash me these past few days—I’ll need you, the Silver Moon Princess, to fill in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible!\" The earlier demands were tolerable; the ransom was reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon hearing Gervas’s final demand, Freya gritted her teeth and refused outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her to become a servant—especially this man’s enemy’s servant—was an unbearable humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>",1074,"2026-06-20T22:44:02.338Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","911b3c92abc50ce6ffc4a5c3d898e5172071fde6aa040260bd3d409f11d6097d","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-216","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-214",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]