"The tide of beasts is receding!"

The orcs of the Ministry of Intelligence roared and rushed into the administration building with excitement.

In the aisle, the office suddenly opened, and the orc ran out excitedly, grabbing the young man from the intelligence department and hurriedly asking: "Really, fake?" ”

The young man from the intelligence department was grabbed by the collar and could not escape, so he had to look at each other.

The man wore a white shirt and black pants, and the words "Ministry of Agriculture" were embroidered.

"Of course it's true, it's a letter from an express pigeon!" He tugged at his collar and tried to break free.

The other party did not embarrass him, let him go, then turned and walked into the office of the Ministry of Agriculture, shouting "We have won", followed by the cheers of several orcs in the office.

"Victory!"

The intelligence department man smiled and shook his head, and within two steps of his walk, another orc from the office rushed out.

When he saw the other party's eyes, he knew what the other party wanted to do, and immediately covered his collar to prevent others from grabbing him.

"Is the tide of beasts ebbing, Eren he is not injured, I heard that he personally ran into the forest to kill the beastmaster."

"This ......" The young man from the intelligence department looked him up and down, this news was inside, and few orcs knew about it.

Looking at each other's clothes, there are embroidered sprouts of the Ministry of Education, which symbolize the new generation that represents the future and grow up under the new education.

He had a small pin on his chest, and on the surface of it was a line of gold-hot orc words - "Minister" Hoss.

"Lord Hoth, Eren is fine, he successfully shot the two beastmasters of the armored beast."

"Good, good, it's really Alan!" Hoss shouted hello twice in a row, and turned back to the Ministry of Education office.

A second later, the office erupted in even louder cheers.

The petty staff of the intelligence department were terrified, and every time they walked through the door, there were people at the ministerial and deputy ministerial levels, and even if they heard the good news of the intelligence officer through the wall, they still took the trouble to initiate verbal questioning.

"Win, Tomorrow City wins......"

Within half an hour, the construction sites, factories, and commercial streets of Tomorrow City resounded with the cheers of the people.

This beast tide is menacing, it can be described as the most terrifying beast tide, and everyone is worried that the city wall will be broken.

When working, the orcs are absent-minded and only half as efficient as usual.

Now that the news of the victory was heard, the whole city was excited, and the joy of victory was everywhere.

After lunch, the leaders all put down their work and gathered on the main road, waiting for the triumph of Allen and the others.

In their hearts, after the victory of the army, it is natural to return to the residential area and enjoy the praise of the lords.

However, after waiting for half an hour, Allen's army did not come, but the intelligence department came.

"Everyone, be quiet, Alan won't be back, don't wait."

"Why don't you come back!"

There were a lot of orcs from other towns in the crowd, and they were used to the lord's victory and immediately returning to triumph, and the lord went out to welcome him.

This is a beast-style celebration custom, inherited from ancient times of sacrificial rituals, and has been inherited to this day.

"yes, the lord is victorious, shouldn't he come back to celebrate immediately?"

Most of these citizens are freedmen from other towns, orcs who have not yet been granted the right to join the army, and are very eager to become soldiers.

I heard that almost all of the recruits were new freemen, orcs who had been slaves in the past.

The black-shirted agent wiped the sweat from his head and drove them back to work.

"The army can't return to the city yet, they have to hold out for three days to clear the forest for hidden dangers in case the beast tide sneaks in."

"Let's all go back, go back to your jobs, Tomorrow City needs everyone's labor."

The Situation Officer repeatedly stressed that the enthusiastic orcs had to suppress their curiosity and go back to work.

"Lord Allen, I'm really not going back."

"This is the style of the lord of the city, the other mayors have won the beast tide, and they will definitely lead the horses back to the city and enjoy our welcome. And Alan really wants to win the war, so he continues to guard the city walls, a real man! "The orcs have little stars in their eyes, and they are more industrious.

With this frenetic atmosphere, the orcs have a more positive attitude towards work,

"I said, let's work overtime on the weekend, shall we?"

"Of course you add it, don't you see me working overtime every week, just your kid goes back to sleep on the weekend, it's a waste of time."

"Am I sleeping, don't I want to be a girl?"

The lion-eared orc listened to his friend's words, blushed, and glared fiercely at the dog-eared brother's face.

The kobold touched his head with an innocent expression.

"What's wrong with me, did I say the wrong thing." The kobolds keep up with the lion-eared orcs, but are despised by the surrounding single dogs, single lions, single pigmen, etc.

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On the occasion of the great victory of Tomorrow City, the fox priest at the construction site had a complicated expression, standing on the construction site, watching the fox people talking and laughing.

"Tomorrow City wins!" The fox man wagged his cheerful fox tail, happy.

"The beast tide has been beaten away, and below Tomorrow City is the fox village, and our village is definitely gone."

Another fox man smiled, his eyes bent into crescent moons.

"Great, there is no need to go back to the village now...... "The more the fox villagers talked, the more exciting they became, and they were already looking forward to a happy life in the next few years.

However, they didn't dare to show it too obviously, because the top boss, the fox priest, was still present, and he was a homecoming party.

Someone accidentally laughed too loudly, suddenly stopped his voice, and quietly glanced at the fox priest.

The fox priest turned around, his back was old, depressed, and lonely.

Who would have thought that at that time, they simply wanted to live in Datie Village for four or five months, but they didn't expect that now all the villagers want to change their identities and have a household registration in Tomorrow City.