After sending Sfenrez away, Izzy returned to his tent, staring at the map in a daze, wondering if his decision was the right one.

The Raven Exiles are a group of poor victims who have been persecuted and exiled by their own people, which has led to a deep hatred for the High Ravens.

For now, the interests of the Raven Exiles are the same as those of the Horde, but the future is not easy to say, looking at the Raven Men, Izzy remembered another race he had not yet seen, and that was the Trolls.

Raven people, like trolls, have had a glorious history, and there is no guarantee that they will not want to recreate that past in the future, and whether a race that believes in the shadows can be trusted?

With this in mind, Izzy hypothesized that in the future, the Raven would have problems as an ally, and that the interests of the tribe would come first, and that Izzy would never base the safety of the tribe on trust, kindness, or any emotion for a race.

He is determined to master the means of countering the Raven Ones, and if they really want to prosper peacefully and integrate into the clan as he says, instead of trying to reproduce their former glory or collectively become servants of the Void Shadows, then this countermeasure will gradually fade into oblivion over time.

"Chief, may I come in?" said Garoka's voice from outside.

"Come in!" replied Izzy.

With a worried look on her face, the orc female warrior stood beside Izzy and asked, "Chief, you have made a deal with the Raven Man, have you?"

Izzy looked at the map and nodded, and Galoka continued: "Chief, I have doubts about your decision, I don't trust this group of ravens, they seem twisted and hateful, and they are not the ideal allies of the tribe. ”

Izzy laughed and whispered, "I don't trust them either, but now they have the same interests as the Horde, so the key is not whether they are trustworthy or not, but what kind of benefits the Tribe can get from them." ”

Izzy looked up at Garoka and continued: "I'm glad to see that you can think like this and dare to question it, Garoka, but people should not be judged by appearances, people should not be good-looking, but as a leader, you can't base the safety of your clan on feelings such as trust in outsiders. ”

"Garoka, remember my next words, only strength and wisdom can ensure that the interests of our people are not violated, between races and nations, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests, sometimes the survival of the weak is the truth. ”

With that, Izzy began to exchange ideas with her about countermeasures, and the Raven Exiles would definitely settle in the area of Tongtian Peak after cooperating with the tribe to defeat the high-ranking Raven Men.

Although they hated those high-ranking ravens who still had wings to soar in the sky, they were also extremely envious and longed for them in their hearts.

People always crave what they don't have, and the Raven Exiles are even more miserable, they once had, but forever lost the ability to fly freely in the sky.

And this gives Izzy a chance, it's still the old way, if he can control those holy land peaks in the hearts of the crows, it is equivalent to controlling the crow people, and the spirit of the earth can definitely do this.

"This secret is only known to the two of us, and if I have an accident in the future and the tribe has a new chief, you must decide for yourself whether you should tell this secret to the new chief, and besides, you don't need to say it, you should also understand that you must not let the Raven know about it. ”

Izzy pondered for a moment and asked, "Garoka, do you want to be a chief?"

Hearing this, Galloka immediately knelt down on one knee in front of Izzy and said, "No, I never wanted to be a chief, you are the best leader of the tribe, and the strongest. ”

Izzy looked at it and frowned, and shouted, "Stand up! No one in this world is worthy of your knees except your own parents and relatives." ”

Izzy hated being kneeled to him, it felt like he was the emperor of a feudal society, and Izzy was extremely resistant to this situation, and he himself could not be sure whether the turmoil in his heart was the joy of the desire for power, or the fear of losing himself.

As a chief, he is in power, and it is indeed very convenient in many things, but this does not mean how beautiful the life of the orcs is, compared to the life of modern people, the chieftain of the orcs embodies more responsibility.

Besides, imperial power is not eternal, and the history of the motherland also proves the shortcomings of this feudal society, manpower is sometimes poor, the emperor calls himself the Son of Heaven, but after all, he is just a mortal, and it is simply a fool's dream to rely on a mortal to manage the whole world, and Yiqi despises this system.

Lifting Garoka up, Izzy stared into her eyes and whispered: "I ask you this not to test you, but because I think you are indeed suitable, although you are still very immature now, but in many things, you have embodied a potential, if you can fully realize that potential, the position of chief, you can definitely do better than me, believe me, Garoka." ”

Izzy did a cruel thing casually, the position of chief was not easy, but he wanted to entrust it to an orc girl who was younger than him.

On the one hand, Izzy thinks that Galoka is indeed suitable, because the reincarnated self is not an orc after all, and Galoka is intelligent and has the essence of an orc.

On the other hand, Izzy didn't like his current position, and he didn't dare to guarantee that he wouldn't get lost in this huge desire for power, and Izzy thought that being a general and leading troops to defeat the enemy might be a more suitable choice for him.

Izzy realized that he was in a bit of a hurry, and said, "Forget it, Galloka, forget what I said today, it's not the time yet, go down." ”

The orc girl nodded, walked towards the tent, and suddenly turned back and said, "Chief, I don't know why you expect so much from me, or if you think your actions are dishonorable and don't look like a real orc. ”

"But I must say that a true orc is not necessarily the best chief, the chief always puts the interests of our people first, and in my opinion, you are the best chief. ”

With that, the orc girl stepped out of the tent, leaving Izzy thoughtful.

At the same time, on the peak of Babel of Aranka, Ranjit, a flywheel dancer, walks through the corridor to the top, preparing to meet the leader of the High Raven Clan, the High Sage Verix.

The guards along the way greeted him with the unique etiquette of the high-ranking crowmen, and Ranjit turned a blind eye and arrogantly carried his beak, since his flywheel skills reached the pinnacle of his ability to control the storm at will, except for the sun-like power of the high-ranking sages, Ranjit looked at others as low-level sinners like the Raven Exiles.

In fact, those ordinary high-ranking Raven Men could not even fly in front of themselves who had the power of the storm, and from this point of view, the others were indeed the same as the cursed Raven Exiles.

"Weak mortals. Muttering in a low voice, Ranjit walked to the high platform to meet his own sun.

"High Sage, I'm here. ”

"Oh, it's Ranjit, what's the condition of those low-level orcs crawling on the ground?"

"As you might expect, the cursed exiles and the lower orcs are beginning to come into contact, and it's no surprise that the same lower race crawling on the ground can walk together. ”

The High Sage nodded, and said, "Later, those lowly cursed ones will definitely wait for an opportunity to sneak up on our Light Energy Artillery, you know what to do, go ahead." ”

"Yes, High Sage, at your command. ”

"Do well, Ranjit, only the people of Rukma are the chosen ones, as long as the plan goes well, we can restore the supremacy of the High Raven people in this world, and at that time, believe in our mother goddess, and be proud of us. ”

Ranjit longed for the great blueprint and left respectfully.