The total number of remnants of the Fireblade Tribe is less than 40,000, and it is obviously impossible for Agula to open his mouth for 15,000. Therefore, there is an indispensable battle between the open and the dark.

Therefore, they had been arguing for several hours, and the four of them had a common opinion on how to settle the people of the Fireblade Tribe. But after discussing this matter that can make benefits, the next thing about building a new city has become a troublesome matter that cannot be avoided in the orc kingdom today.

"The reason why we want to build a new city in the East is to make this new city a fortress against the people of the East. In recent years, it is unlikely that we will launch another large-scale crusade.

We need a fortress to defend against the tragedy of the Fireblade Tribe. ”

Looking at everyone present, Davout, who was nominally the Orc King, said so. But for his words, the great patriarch of the Falling Hammer tribe in the westernmost part of the orc kingdom, Agula, did not agree very much.

"The reason why the Fireblade Tribe has such a disaster this time is only because they mistakenly chose the right time. Otherwise, this kind of thing would never have happened.

So I don't think we need to spend so much material to build a brand new fortress or city in the East. Wouldn't it be nice to build a few watchtowers for vigilance? ”

"No, watchtowers can't stop the mighty human legions. Chagan, who had fought the Templars and Tribal warriors head-to-head, shook his head in disapproval, "I think the king's advice is correct, we do need a fortress. A fortress strong enough to withstand those humans. ”

"I agree. Hassan of the Demon Axe Tribe chimed in.

The demise of the Fire Blade really gave the Demon Axe tribe in the north a great shock. Even when there was no one around, Hassan couldn't help but worry that such a tragedy would happen again in their Devil Axe tribe.

Therefore, after echoing it, he added: "It is not a bad thing to have a tall and strong fortress. We do need such a fortress, and the Devil Axe tribe is willing to contribute to it. ”

"Good," Davout couldn't help but smile.

The situation on the field finally took a rare turn. Three to one, so he immediately turned his gaze to Agoura, who had a sinking face on the side, and asked directly at the other party: "Now that this is the case, you shouldn't object anymore." ”

"Well, since you all see it that way, what's the use of me objecting. Well, I agree with that too. Agoura nodded helplessly. But at random, he changed the conversation and said, "I agree to build a new fortress in the east." But how exactly should this fortress be built, how much should each tribe pay, and how much should it garrison.

It's not a trivial matter, and I think we should discuss it carefully, shouldn't we?"

"That's right, it's time to discuss it carefully. But I also want to warn you about this, don't think that those humans seem to be so far away from us that they can't directly threaten us and think that we are okay.

Don't have the stupid idea that "as long as you hide away, the fire won't burn me". In this matter, the orc kingdom is one. The loss of any one tribe is the loss of the entire kingdom. And without a kingdom, without unity, sooner or later we will be broken by those human beings!"

Davout said this with a serious expression. Listening to his words alone, it didn't seem to be aimed at anyone present. But if you look at his eyes, you can understand that he said this to Agoura.

Therefore, after Davout's words, even if Agoura is a brazen one. But in public, my face couldn't help but be a little red. opened his mouth and wanted to refute it, but what Dawu said was reasonable, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while, so he couldn't help but be exhausted.

But Davout also didn't say anything else so far.

It didn't make much sense to just take advantage of it, and Davout wanted to cut down this bastard who was afraid that the orcs would not mess up with it than to make Agora speechless. It's just that the great shaman Amugulo has promised ahead, and Agula has brought thousands of elite warriors into the Shield City just in case. Now there are 500 heavily armed Hammer Tribal warriors waiting outside the palace, and Davout does not dare to act rashly.

Therefore, in the next four people, there was another discussion and dispute. Discuss where and how big the new fortress should be built in the east, and whether the tribes should contribute troops or forces.

Judging from the conventions of the orc kingdom, even this little thing will take a day or two of arguments to be done. So they had no idea that at this moment, hundreds of people were in full swing in the mountains to build houses in the original territory of the Fireblade Tribe.

......

"Come on, this will be our home from now on. For the sake of your future life, don't be lazy and slippery!"

With a loud roar in his throat, Iron Fist, who had been a gladiator, had a smile on his face at this time. Although they didn't participate in the war not long ago, after the war, they became real gainers.

By continuously collecting the human slaves who had served the Fireblade Tribe, the Dingkou of the cottage had expanded more than ten times. It grew to 5,000 people. Therefore, now, Black Sword plans to expand and transform the original cottage into a city-state in the mountains.

As a result, once a gladiator, now because he has been blessed, the iron fist of the upper echelons of the cottage outside the city has become an overseer. Responsible for leading those new people who joined the cottage to cut down trees and build houses, and transform the mountains.

And this is not an easy job, of course. Everyone in the cottage, whether new or late, is free. Therefore, even as an overseer, Iron Fist sometimes has to go out to work himself.

It's just that Iron Fist enjoys it. Once a slave gladiator, Iron Fist had nothing, not even that life. Therefore, in order to have a hope of regaining his freedom, he did not hesitate to join the team of Black Sword and others.

And when he acted that night, he was also the first to drip blood on the statue to receive blessings. He hated being a slave so much that he longed to live freely.

Therefore, even if today's cottages still lack everything, Iron Fist is like heaven.

He used to have no home, but now this is his home. They created a home from scratch and single-handedly.

"Hah!"

Thinking of this, he struggled to cut down a tree with the axe in his hand. Iron Fist shouted again: "Come on, for our homeland!"

With that, look up. At this moment, the sky is still fluttering with snowflakes. However, looking at the more and more large-scale cottages, Iron Fist did not feel cold at all.

"Even if this is orc territory, no one can take it all away!" muttered, Iron Fist took a deep breath and couldn't help but laugh.