"Caesar."

When Sifu and Gal left, Luna, who had stayed in the small house, flew back in front of him and couldn't help but ask, "Are you...... Do you really want to kill all the people outside? ”

"Yes."

"However, many of those people are adventurers from outside, and they are only here to hear the news of the summer grass, not enemies." The little one's mood fluctuates slightly.

"Not now, doesn't mean never."

Caesar shook his head: "Do you think that when the lord's army arrives in the wilderness, these people will turn a blind eye and stand by?" No, they will only join the crusade against the Crow Clan, adding straw to the dying camel in an attempt to get a piece of the feast of war. ”

Caesar has always been afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice, and when war is coming, he must strangle the threat in the cradle as much as possible, and if he does not break up the wolves before they are formed, when the lone wolves gather into a herd, the Crow clan can only usher in the fate of being eaten.

"But so cruel, if anyone discovers your existence, Ortorenzo's name will surely be on the list of those who are righteous."

Luna was a little worried.

"So what?"

Caesar smiled at her, "I'm a dragon." ”

If he could, Caesar didn't want war either, he wasn't the kind of traveler who would go against the sky at every turn, and he was just one of hundreds of millions of ordinary people in his previous life.

As a black dragon, Caesar doesn't have any bullshit desire to rule the world, he just wants to guard his own one-third of an acre, be a vulgar lord who is neither big nor small, neither good nor bad, planting fields, selling cards, and going to Eladia in his spare time to take a turn and appreciate the scenery of the other world.

The dream is very small, but someone doesn't let him get his wish.

…… Then go die.

After two years of recuperation, the Crow Clan now has a hundred powerful orcs who can truly be called "warriors", but they have not directly attacked.

Under Caesar's command, a hundred orcs divided into two groups, one of which put their weapons and armor on ox carts, and then covered them with cloth, shouted to each other as usual, and left the tribal territory like a summer grass pulp.

The other team was silent, red-eyed and quietly in their respective caves, fully armed, waiting for the commander's orders.

Except for a few people sent by the army scouts to follow the orcs, no one cared about the departing ones, because in recent times, the orcs have been going to the Mosterl Grand Canyon almost every day to deliver deliveries and deliver summer grass, which has long been commonplace.

Observers were more concerned about the movements in the Stone Crow Clan's territory.

The six scouts who were in charge of tracking the orcs away were also yawning and absent-minded, and they had been ordered to observe the presence of anomalous creatures within the Crow Clan, and they had little interest in these green-skinned ugly orcs.

The leader of this team was Olkash who, despite his usual stupidity, carried out his mission in a good way, following Caesar's instructions to mess with the others on the way, and even allowed the orcs to go hunting in the jungle, slowing down the speed extremely slowly.

After dragging on and on, the road was not halfway through when it became dark.

Orkash muttered a few words, then simply ordered the march to stop and camp in place, apparently preparing to spend the night in this place.

The orcs sat down one after another, lit a fire, and grilled the meat they had caught.

When they smelled the smell of roasted lambs wafting from the camp, the scouts who followed them couldn't stand it, and the six humans kept an eye on the movements of the orcs, who had no time to hunt for fresh meat, so they could only stuff their mouths with the dry food they had brought with them.

After walking for a long time, hungry and thirsty, watching the orcs munching on barbecue, the six scouts were full of resentment.

At this moment, they saw the leading orc waving at him, shouting "friend, friend", inviting them to share the food.

"It turns out that the orcs have already discovered us." Several scouts looked at each other.

"Hey."

One of the scouts suggested, his voice thick and much older than the others: "If you want me to say, since they have found out, we might as well just stand up." ”

This guy is unkempt, and his hair and beard have not been taken care of for an unknown amount of time, and he looks more like a bandit and a robber than a soldier.

"Since these orcs dare to invite, we can't show our cowardice and be looked down upon, so we simply go up and have a meal. How about it, do you dare? "The old fritter instigated.

However, these people were the direct army of Count Brando, and they were not carried away by appetite, and they shook their heads: "You have to go yourself." ”

"A couple of cowards."

The unkempt scout scolded, then stood up and took the belt of his trousers: "Lao Tzu can go alone." ”

As he spoke, under the disgusted gaze of the others, the guy grinned and walked towards the orc camp.

Half an hour later.

The old oilman returned safely with his stomach puffed up and his eyebrows raised, as if he had returned victoriously, and his mouth was full of oil and belching, and he was obviously warmly entertained by the orcs, and had a full meal there.

The other scouts couldn't bear it anymore, and it happened that the orcs sent out another invitation, so they left the well-fed old guy in charge of the rotation, and Hula all flocked to the orc camp.

The orcs apparently didn't treat them as outsiders, shouting to each other as they handed the fragrant barbecue to the five slightly cramped humans.

The delicious food kept their vigilance to a minimum.

In between munching on meat, the leading orc suddenly slapped his head, apologized to the five human soldiers, and then took out two jugs of wine from the northern kingdoms out of nowhere.

Now they ate even more happily, and even Orkash didn't care if he said he would give it to the old brother before to taste it, and let the strong orc hold the wine and walk towards the place where the soldiers had been.

Ten minutes later.

"Ahh Save—"

Suddenly a terrible scream rang out in the distance.

The five soldiers in the camp were shocked, quickly dropped the roast meat in their hands, drew their swords and jumped up.

However, they found themselves surrounded by a crowd, and the orcs who had been smiling and cute all changed their faces, showing their fierce fangs, sharpening their knives and walking towards them.

The screams were incessant.

Several of the scouts were quickly chopped to pulp, and by this time, Orkhash had returned from a short distance away, blood stained from his bulging fangs.

The orcs lifted the cover from the ox cart and put on their armor as they sneered, "Olkash, you guy won't bite that man to death, will you?" I didn't expect you to have this hobby. ”

"That guy was a little bit awesome, and he almost ran away for him."

Orkash scratched his head and giggled as he raised his torch to light the surroundings, his smile particularly terrifying against the firelight.

In the middle of the night, the flames and smoke of the wilderness burn in the dry season, and the flames in the darkness can panic all creatures, but they have no effect on the orcs who are born with dark vision.

The light of the fire was the signal for the orcs to attack, and they divided into two groups, one to charge from the clan territory and the other to the outside of the bread. In this case, the old wizard Sifu also chose to make a move to ensure that nothing went wrong.

It was a massacre.