At the top of the Black Earth Fortress, inside a house made of obsidian.

The area of the stone house is about 100 square meters, a round stone table is placed in the center, and a flame burns in the center of the stone table, and the light of the fire reflects the stone house a little dim.

At this time, the stone house was full of orcs, dwarves, goblins, and several trolls, these people were standing or sitting, noisy and shouting, the hot-tempered dwarves roared angrily from time to time, and the orcs were not to be outdone, shouting loudly and angrily, this is the meeting of the tribe side.

Bang, bang, bang!

A troll, about four meters tall, banged on the stone table, trying to get the dwarves and orcs to stop arguing.

Around the stone table sat several leaders of the Black Earth Warzone, a sturdy bull head, a mountain dwarf king, a goblin inventor, and the troll who was slapping the table, a frost troll, a rare spellcaster among trolls.

These four are the supreme commanders of the Black Earth Fortress, and there is no distinction between them and their superiors, and if there is an important decision, it needs to be discussed in a meeting.

Behind these four, there are also their respective clansmen, and those who can enter this stone house are all high-ranking members of the tribal army.

As the frost trolls slapped the stone table, the stone house was quiet.

"Silence!"

The frost trolls were clearly furious, and in his opinion, the stone house was a rabble except for the trolls.

"Hmph."

The neighboring mountain dwarf king snorted coldly, he also had the same idea, except for the dwarves, the other races in the stone house were all waste.

"We want to be united, and the lack of unity is the main reason why we have not been able to fight the Empire."

The leader of the Orc Black Earth War Zone, Minotaur Amster, sighed, although he looked rough, his temper was the best of the four present.

"Yes, to be united."

A shrill voice came, and a goblin inventor with a golden crown and at least two dozen rings on ten fingers spoke, these rings were not ornamental, all his skills were on them.

The goblin clan belongs to the wall grass, they will not take the initiative to propose, and they will prefer whichever side has more people.

"The Imperial army is about to fight, and you can all hear that shout, in the previous station, the orcs suffered heavy casualties, so this battle can no longer be led by the orcs."

The Frost Troll nodded to the Minotaur Amster, and Amst's heart was hot, and he silently noted the friendship of the Ice Troll.

"They don't take the lead? So who's on? Dwarves? There are many of them. ”

The goblin inventor realizes that something is wrong and quickly throws the blame on the dwarves.

"your pig's stinky fart! If we dwarves are killed or wounded on a large scale, will you fight with sticks? ”

The hot-tempered dwarven king slapped the table and glared.

"You don't go up, are we goblins......"

"Good idea."

"That's right."

"I agree."

Before the goblin inventor could finish speaking, the other three all looked at it, the dwarven style was so hated that they had always been hiding in the rear.

"Impossible."

The goblin inventor flatly refused, and the use of orcs as cannon fodder almost became a tradition.

"The enemy will hit right away, and we can't even pick a striker, hey."

The Frost Troll sighed, this is why the Tribal Army, which is more than three times the size of the Imperial Army, has been surviving on the edge of the continent.

This is also a helpless thing, there are contradictions between the various races on the tribal side, even if they are forced by the pressure of the empire and the poor living environment alliance, they cannot elect a big leader, unless the big leader is a mixed race of the four races, this is a little possible.

And then it is difficult for the royal families of the tribes to intermarry, imagine what the prospect of a female goblin marrying a troll will be like, it is not an exaggeration to go to the stomach in one step, it is not an intermarriage, it is murder.

Orcs, goblins, and dwarves all have intermarriages and have produced good offspring, but the trolls have always been an insurmountable difficulty.

Moreover, even if there is a mixture of four tribes, there will be constant troubles in the future, so the tribal side directly adopts the parliamentary system.

The advantage of the parliamentary system is that the contradictions between the various ethnic groups are reduced, and all ethnic groups have rights in their hands, and the disadvantage is that it is too troublesome to choose one thing, such as which ethnic group is the first to defend the black soil fortress now.

"The situation is urgent, let's take the lead of our troll clan."

"Nope."

Goblin inventors were the first to object.

"Frost, do you want the race to be wiped out?"

The dwarf king put away his fiery temper, the fertility of the troll clan is not strong, and if the troll clan has a large number of casualties, it will be a serious blow to the tribe.

"There is no other way......"

"We orcs are the strikers."

Amster, the minotaur, stood up, his figure a little lonely, and he looked around at the three people present.

"Fellow citizens, when we unite, it will be the day of the demise of the Empire, and until then, we will only be able to cower on Chimney Hill."

Amst got up and walked outside, he pushed the door open, bowed his head and walked out of the stone house, where the other three leaders were silent.

As soon as he stepped out of the stone house, Amst felt the fortress under his feet shake slightly.

Boom, boom, boom......

The march of hundreds of thousands of people shook the ground slightly.

"It's here so soon, it's worthy of the Side-Stuffed Blood Lion Carlos."

Amster came to the edge of the city wall and looked down, and by the moonlight, he saw the army half a kilometer away.

In front of the army, a man on a war horse and wearing blood-colored armor catches Amst's attention.

"That's... Carlos!? ”

Amster shook his head in disbelief, and blinked, after more than ten seconds of confirmation, he could be sure that it was the Side-Plug Blood Lion Carlos.

"Is this guy crazy......"

Amster began to feel bad, very bad, and he reflexively rushed into the stone house, the horns on his head knocking a piece of obsidian off the doorframe.

With a muffled bang, Amst rushed into the stone house, and the three leaders in the stone house were stunned.

"Amster, you're ......"

The Cool Troll sensed that Amst's face was wrong.

"The Imperial Army is here."

Amst's face twitched.

"Snort~"

The goblin inventor sneered, it was laughing at Amst's embarrassed appearance at this time, wasn't it the Imperial Army attacking, this kind of thing was commonplace.

"Side-Plug Blood Lion Carlos takes the lead."

"What!?"

The three leaders stood up at the same time.

"That's not good."

"Is Carlos in the brain, if he dies......"

"Bullshit, Side-Stuffed Blood Lion Carlos personally led the charge, once the war started, how fierce would the momentum of the Imperial soldiers be?"

The four tribal leaders were aware of the seriousness of the matter.

"Frost, let's find a chance to get rid of him."

A puff of white air erupted from Amster's bull's nose.

"Okay."

The frost troll stood up, among the orc clan and the troll clan, only the strong can be the leader, and the strong man is the royal family, and the royal family in the two clans is not passed down by blood, but by the capable.

"Count me in, Carlos's strength is well known to everyone, besides, the Night Elf princess must be near him, and it is said that those two guys have a leg."

The Mountain Dwarf King sneered.

"No, you go, who will command the defense of the Black Earth Fortress."

Amster flatly refused.

"Am I an ornament? Sometimes brains work better than muscles, and if the Night Elf princess was really near Carlos, then he would be dead. ”

The goblin inventor laughed wickedly, as if he had won the battle.