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"Put away the anchor chain and get ready to hoist the sails!"

Giant galleys resembling castles on the water raised their sails and prepared for a long voyage, once scuttled by the human sailors of the Bright Dynasty before they fled in despair, and let the merciless time slowly erode away. (Please search for the fastest novel website!)

Unwilling to see the royal fleet of the Bright Dynasty come to naught, the Goblin Army ordered a large number of human slaves to be driven out of the abandoned harbor to salvage the shipwreck, try to repair it and put it back into service. Today, the restored port is bustling with traffic from the Imperial City of Man, connected by a 600-mile straight road, and one of the few coastal areas directly under the jurisdiction of the Emperor of Light, who took advantage of the location and infrastructure of the goblins who renovated Port Royal as a new naval base.

In the harbor surrounded by the breakwater, the newly renovated giant sailing warships are ready to be equipped with the battle flag of the moon on a black background, and the mighty fleet originally used to defend the sea frontiers of the human empire has been transformed into a convenient tool for goblins to hunt and kill the exiled nobles of mankind, and history seems to like to use such metaphors full of black humor to warn the world.

Nothing is sacred and immortal, no matter what world it is. Noble as a god will be dragged into a slumber in the astral realm, and finally fall into the river Styx and be reduced to nothing, let alone those mortals with flesh and blood who will die in the twilight of life? The things that were once cherished by human beings will one day be crushed into mud and dust, and this may be the only eternal truth!

At this moment, with the letter of appointment of his military subordinates, he rushed all the way from the straight to Port Royal, and the proud bear goblin commander Zheti Baishan did not realize the sorrow and resentment of the remnants of mankind and the pain and suffering that had to be endured. As a low-level officer born from a bear goblin, he has been promoted to the high position of today by overshadowing countless colleagues with his military exploits, and has gone through many difficulties and dangers. Compared to Zheti Baishan's thorns, a commander born of a big goblin like Modo Blackwater is undoubtedly the lucky one who has smooth sailing. Getting the same pursuit task as the former, the hard work and hard work that Zheti Baishan put into it cannot be clearly expressed in a few words.

Now, there is no direct proof that Zheti Baishan is more competent than Modo Blackwater, and it is that he returned with the head of Will Needham to the military headquarters and the Senate, as well as to the Goblin Emperor. In this regard, the Bear Goblin Commander is confident, it does not think that it will fail, and success is only a matter of time.

"Raise the sails, set sail!"

The high-spirited Zheti Baishan could not have imagined that when he was commanding the fleet to leave the port, the two bigwigs of the military department, the chief and the deputy chief, were watching this scene from the fortress lookout outside the port. However, the reason for these two heavyweights to come here was not to make a trip for the fleet, and Zheti Baishan did not have such a big face, but they were accompanied by a bigger spectator to see the excitement.

"Your Excellency the Great Shaman, do you think this kid Zheti can succeed?"

Unlike the First Goblin Empire, which worshiped technology to the extreme and finally got it on fire, the current Goblin Second Empire is a community that is annexed and united by goblin tribes in the main 6 ravines.

In addition to the common ancestral blood and great ambition to restore the glory of the First Empire, the common shamanic beliefs of the goblin tribes also contributed to the construction of a new goblin state. The great shaman class is the spiritual core of the entire shamanism, although they do not hold much real power, they enjoy a respectful status no less than the important ministers of the Senate, and there are only a dozen shamans in the entire Second Empire who can be called the title of the great shaman, and the great shaman who appears today is obviously the biggest one among them.

The old goblin, who was so old that even his yellow eyebrows turned white, shook his head and whispered as he looked a little muddy in appearance:

"Hard to say! Hard! ”

The chief and deputy commander of the military department glanced at each other in disbelief when they heard this, and hurriedly asked:

"Why? Isn't such a powerful military force enough? ”

"It's not military power, it's fate! That little human cub should have died a long time ago, but he is still alive today, and this is the predetermined trajectory of fate, and he is very dangerous. ”

Such fatalistic words came from the mouth of a highly respected great shaman, and with his position of religious authority, even unfounded assumptions, the two commanders of the military department had to believe it in advance. Immediately, they realized the meaning of the other party's words, and the chief opened his mouth wide in horror and said:

"You...... Are you talking about that prophecy? ”

Hearing this, including the military chief himself, who blurted out, the faces of the goblins present changed drastically, and the great shaman made a silent gesture and said unhappily:

"Shhhh Are you dying? Dare to say such things in public, not knowing the decree of harmony? ”

Dangerous prophecies such as the proclamation of the imminent end of the world have never been acceptable to the present regime, and even though it is too true to know that any world will fall, it is a truth that cannot be true, and they still stubbornly try to convince everyone that they are the exception that has never been seen in long history. However, the more dangerous and taboo things involved, the easier it is to arouse the curiosity of the general public, and the terrible prophecy about that must never be mentioned openly is still circulating in the corners of the goblin empire, and there is no intention of stopping the flames.

In order to stop the prophecy that the Second Goblin Empire will eventually be wiped out by the descendants of the Emperor of Light, this ominous prophecy continues to spread, to prevent the unreliable apocalypse theory from continuing to ferment and cause new chaos in society, and to try to eliminate the poison and negative impact of the prophecy.

The Goblin Senate, which has always been far-sighted and never makes mistakes, and the Imperial ** Ministry jointly drafted a "Harmony Decree", which was then submitted to the Goblin Emperor for personal review and officially promulgated throughout the country. From then on, goblins who dared to spread discordant information in public would be severely punished by the laws of the Empire, and if the rumor spreader was not a goblin, even the basic trial procedures could be omitted and executed on the spot. Such a decisive high-pressure deterrence method actually exposed the sick psychology of the Second Empire, even if it was a high-ranking and powerful boss like the Great Shaman and the two bigwigs of the Military Command Department, it would be an extremely troublesome thing to be accidentally implicated.

"Ahh I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Great Shaman, I just ......"

Stopping the apology of the military chief, the great shaman whispered as if immersed in a dream that belonged only to him, and said:

"There is a saying in human beings that the moon is full, the day of the moon will not be too far away, the success we have achieved is too great and too brilliant, in the past few thousand years, countless heroes and heroes have not been able to achieve the main 6 hegemony, we only took less than 20 years to complete it all. This success came too quickly, too easily, too much luck. ”

What the Great Shaman said was just a cliché of vulgar topics, and the Second Goblin Empire had not reviewed the history of its rise, and at this time, the two chief and deputy commanders of the military department looked at each other speechlessly. Subsequently, the chief humbly asked the great shaman for advice and said:

"Uh, is there something wrong with that?"

The great shaman's eyes, which looked drowsy in the past, suddenly flashed with a gleam, just like the electric light that pierced the sky in the dark night, and the corners of its mouth showed a meaningful and strange smile, and said softly:

"Don't you understand the fact that the more a bonfire burns, the faster it will go out?"

Indeed, there is only one step left before the end of the game is to cook oil with flowers, and this truth is indeed plain enough. Since the conclusion of the reasoning was extremely cruel, the two bigwigs of the military department had to work hard to solve this difficult problem, they talked in a low voice, turned to the great shaman and said:

"So what are you going to do?"

"Hehehehe, I'm an old fool who can't say anything in the Senate, who cares about my opinion? If you think my hunch is credible, it's time to arrange a suitable candidate to crusade against the orcs. ”

Hearing this, the two powerful military bigwigs looked at each other, and the deputy chief took the initiative to ask:

“…… Orcs who need to be sent out to fight with a large army? It's definitely not those small tribes, you don't mean the orc wilderness, do you? There are no lowly humans living in that place, so what are we going to do? ”

Indeed, apart from the orc tribes scattered throughout the main 6, the only area where the orcs are mainly inhabited is the orc wilderness located in the hinterland of the main 6.

Although the land is not the most central part of the ocean, it is located just in the middle of two parallel towering mountain ranges, surrounded on all sides by rolling hills, so that the land is far from the water vapor supply from the direction of the ocean, and the average annual rainfall is less than 200 millimeters according to Old World standards, and the main source of water is glacial snowmelt. Without water supplies, although the land is not barren, there are no decent crops other than wild grasses. In the depths of the deserted wasteland, where there is little rainfall, there are weathered gravel and loess everywhere, and the number of plants growing on an area of one square meter of land can be counted with a single hand.

In fact, most of the land of the Orc Wasteland is only slightly better than the desert Gobi, where nothing grows, except for the claim that they can eat anything, and the half-orc tribe that is so hungry that they devour their own kind can survive in that barren land, and the humans who are recognized by the intelligent races of the New World as being second only to cockroaches and rats in their vitality cannot live in this wilderness for a long time, at most they run to graze their sheep during the short summer snowmelt season. At present, the Goblin Empire has already taken control of the richest and most fertile lands on the Lord 6, and of course it will not be interested in the labor expedition to attack the barren wilderness that can hardly find any use value.

The Great Shaman did not respond positively to the thorny question of the direction of the exhibition, but said in a dazzled manner:

"I hope I'm getting older, alas, if I'm old and confused, I will inevitably think too much, maybe one day we will have to rely on that land to continue the blood of the goblins!"

Instead of being appreciated, the great prophet who correctly foretold the catastrophe will become the scapegoat for the panic of the crowd in times of force majeure. The Great Shaman's pessimistic statement almost explicitly told the audience that the unfortunate fate of the goblins was already predestined, and that the Second Goblin Empire would fall to the orcs and eventually hide in the barren land in order to survive.

At this time, the two high-ranking goblin officials changed their voices when they heard this, and they asked in unison:

"Great shaman, you're not kidding, are you?"

The old goblin had a strange smile on his face that was inscrutable, and he said as if he were answering earnestly and as if he were casually perfunctory:

"Yo, I'm serious, believe it or not. Well, I'm tired and need to go back and rest......"