Caesar could imagine that what Gal said represented the thoughts of the vast majority of orcs, who were full of anger at humans, believing that these greedy little men had ruined their gradually improving lives, so even if they suffered heavy losses now, the Crow Clan was unwilling to take half a step back, gritting their teeth and wanting to fight this war.

True to their slang, the head of an orc is indeed more iron and harder than the skull of a thick-headed dragon.

However, if the battle was to continue, as Garl had said, the Crow Clan would have no other way but to destroy it, so Caesar shook his head, and instead answered, he turned to ask the old wizard, "What do you mean?" ”

Although the black dragon already has the ability and status to command the Stone Crow Clan, the real leader of the tribe is still Sifu after all, even if it is just for show, Caesar has to ask the old leader about his plans.

What's more, Caesar had a heartfelt respect for the wizards who had taught him knowledge.

"I don't want the war to continue."

Sifu glanced at Gar, who was not at odds, and shook his head decisively: "That army has the support of the northern countries, and we have nothing. ”

"If we win this battle, we will gain nothing, and once the war is lost, we will not be sorry to die, but I am afraid that none of the newborns of the tribe will survive."

Sifu stared at Garr with a reprimanding look in his eyes: "The Stone Crow Clan will die because of your recklessness. ”

His words seemed to warn Gal, but in fact, he was also showing Caesar's attitude, the old wizard could clearly see that the Crow tribe was just a small clan, and there was no such thing as a war to feed the war, and as the war continued, the tribe would only gradually wither.

"I agree with you."

Caesar nodded, although it was possible to continue this war to bring him the Black Dream Trophy, but the risk he took was far from proportional to what he would gain later, and he was unwilling to make such a deal.

There are no limits to Black Dreams, and there are more ways to get rewards than just war.

Before the fledgling wings, the black dragon must try to avoid risks and give preference to safer methods.

Despite the help of the Black Dream, the cautious Caesar still wanted to build another team for himself, and to be honest, he did not know the origin and origin of the Black Dream, and was always worried that it would suddenly disappear one day.

Caesar had to plan ahead, and if that day happened, he didn't want to fall from the clouds to the dust in an instant.

The forces in Eladya belong to a completely different line from Black Dreams, and even without Black Dreams, they can still play a role.

This is also the reason why he has always attached great importance to these orcs, no matter what, Caesar wants to give himself more options and leave another way out.

He has another line buried in his heart, and in the future, after he has a stable territory, Caesar also plans to gather goblin dwarves and spellcasters, and research climbing magic technology in the territory.

At that time, even if the black dream suddenly disappears, he will have a considerable say in Eladia.

……

On the other side of the wilderness, Roy Brando is also in full swing.

His army was completely entrenched in the wilderness, and Roy had an extremely long supply line, backed by Kaki, and a steady stream of resources was being transported.

With enough time, the force will soon be able to regroup as before.

"My lord, the soldiers have spotted the traces of those despicable orcs, who are cowering in the Duru Basin to the north." Hu came up from the knight to report it.

Dulu Basin.

Roy fiddled with the Northland Hounds that had just arrived from Kaki, and he couldn't help but think of the time when the orcs had lured their squires to suffer the curse of the Fire.

"It's a good place to defend and hard to attack." Thinking of the topography of the Duru Basin, Roy let out a sneer.

Now that the war is over, the lord army he led has suffered heavy losses, and only half of the 1,000 Brando's private soldiers are currently left, and even the archmage Anthony has been buried in the hands of the black dragon.

It is conceivable that even if he could grab the fruit pulp recipe, capture the black dragon, and burn and loot the orc clan in the future, the benefits would be far from compensating for the losses caused by this war.

The most rational way now is to use force to threaten the orcs to negotiate, renegotiate the distribution of benefits, and then withdraw the troops to a truce and wait for the opportunity.

But to do so would be to declare defeat, cowardice, and retreat, and that Brando's glory would be above all else, and that Roy would not allow himself to insult the lion crest and would continue the war.

And this reason, even his father, the Count of Brando, had to support.

"Send a hundred people over, divide into ten groups and take turns to keep an eye on them, there is only one exit from the Dulu Basin, you must stare to death, I will never allow the previous situation to happen again."

Roy ordered coldly, anger does not mean impulsiveness and recklessness, he did not lead the troops to attack again, but waited, waiting for his trump card.

The green dragon is coming soon.

"Wayne, go and inform Catus and let him come back with the Kobold Clan and the Gnoll Clan." Roy said, but he didn't see anyone come forward to receive the order for a long time, and the attendant in front of him was silent.

Only then did he remember that Wayne was already dead, and he died in the pursuit of the cavalry troops, and that guy was not strong in the first place, and he was like the mentally handicapped in a desperate battle, but he was smashed by the tail of the black dragon and his flesh was blurred, and he died without a body.

Damn, this shit, what a damn one!

Roy clenched his fists and paused for a moment before continuing: "Someone, go and tell those natives the news that the black dragon is here, and spread it to the gnolls and kobolds." ”

"But adults ......"

The soldier hesitated, wondering if he had misheard, Roy was actually planning to tell the kobold clan and the gnoll clan the news of the black dragon, which were the natural crops of dragons.

"I know that those miscellaneous doglegs are born dragons, and it only takes a piece of news to catch them in the wind."

Roy didn't look at the soldier in front of him, and lowered his head to fiddle with the hound: "But I'm afraid, I'm worried that the black dragon will suddenly run away and disappear without a trace, at that time, we can't do anything at all." ”

"It can be seen that the black dragon has very few dependents, so it is quite cherished, and it will definitely accept my gift."

His voice gradually became gritted teeth: "I just want those miscellaneous people to take refuge in that black dragon, increase its strength, and make it think that it has the strength to fight us, so as to give up the idea of leaving." ”

"Even if he is smart enough and still wants to transfer, it is easy to leave with a group of orcs, but it is not so simple to leave with this group of chaotic attribute debris."

No matter what, the black dragon can't please him, and once Sylvia arrives, those miscellaneous pieces will definitely turn against the stronger, and the black dragon will spit back what he has eaten, even with interest.

Roy's eyes lit up.