"Can't fight anymore! Can't fight anymore! "The patriarch of the Wolfhead Clan, Bloodthroat Uruk, was snatched back from the front line of the battle by the clan's warriors because he was seriously injured, and the first thing he did when he came back was to kneel down in front of the orc king Hawkdori with blood-red eyes, and tears couldn't help but gush out: "King! Can't fight anymore...... The warriors of the clan are dying! We don't have anything...... No siege weapons, no behemoths, no fire suppression, nothing...... Why is there not even a little cover ... Whining... King! Please, no more fighting! ”

The wolf-headed clan is considered a neutral among the orcs, they are not a big clan, but they are not a role to be bullied, and it is precisely because of this that they are not much touched by Hawkdor's reforms, nor are they much disgusted, they just want to be a wall grass, and they will fall wherever they give them more benefits.

During this time, the Wolf Head Clan has gained a lot of benefits because of this vacillating policy, and it has also had a very good life. Until this morning.

When the siege began in the morning, Uruk thought it was just the same siege as before. It's not a big deal, the Black Orcs are never afraid of war, and in almost all orc cultures, dying in battle is an extremely honorable act, and Uruk is ready to sacrifice a part of his tribe.

But at noon, Uruk found that things had become not good, the casualties on the front line had reached a critical point, but the horn of retreat behind him still did not sound, but the horn of attack continued to echo throughout the battlefield.

Except for those noble orc leaders, such as the leaders of the old clans and the current Overseers, who can retreat from the battlefield because of injuries, and are not allowed to retreat, the Orc King sent his elite orc legion as the Overseer, and any orcs who retreat will be brutally killed.

At that time, Uruk just thought that this was their king and went crazy because the offensive did not go well, this kind of thing happened more than once in the previous siege, and if he disobeyed Hawkdor, he would definitely be punished the most severely, so in order not to make himself the primary target of Hawkdor, Uruk led the tribe to grit his teeth and insist on the front line, and even several times Uruk rushed to the city wall with people.

But it didn't work, and their offensive was still beaten back.

When night was about to fall, Uruk still didn't wait for the long-awaited call to retreat. For the sake of the future of the clan, Uruk had to risk being killed by Hawkdor, coming to Hawkdor, praying to retreat.

Even if he was killed like this, Uruk would not hesitate to do it, if all the warriors of the clan were killed here, then there would be no more wolf head clans in the desert in the future! In the desert, the warriors of the clan are everything, and without warriors, the old and weak women and children are just fat on the lips of others.

Sitting indifferently on the throne, holding a wine glass made of human skulls, Hokdor's pleading only glanced contemptuously at Uruk's plea, and then said to one of the Overseers beside him, "Pass my orders, continue to increase the troops, don't stop attacking, give me a moment of non-stop fighting!" There are not enough people in front, so I will continue to send them! Light all the torches for me, I want the city to have no respite, I want them to drain the last drop of blood in fear! ”

Uruk heard this bloody order, his legs weakened, and he fell to his knees, Hawkdor, this is to let their warriors die!

"Nope! The great Wolf Head Clan will not accept such an order, you are letting us shed the last drop of blood with those humans! You want all of us to die together! This tyrant who deserves to go to hell! I curse you! I curse your soul to be torn to pieces by the three gods and tossed into the crucible of pain and reduced to ashes! Uruk cursed frantically as he claimed to be the greatest king in the history of the Black Orcs.

And in response to Uruk was Hawkdor's huge, hideous, deformed tomahawk!

The hapless leader of the Wolfhead Clan was chopped to pieces with a single axe from Hawkdor, leaving only the hideous head still glaring at Hawkdor.

"Hang his head outside and remind the weak ones that the three gods don't need cowards! Tell anyone who dares to say retreat that this is their example! And let my immortal guards set off and cut off the heads of all the commanders who presided over today's siege! I don't need waste!! ”

As Hawkdor's bloody orders spread throughout the orc camp, all the orcs knew that their king was serious.

But the strange thing is that such a bloody and unreasonable order did not provoke the slightest resistance, and the riot that should have occurred did not appear, but the intensity of the front-line attack suddenly increased by three points.

This is the orcs, they worship toughness and spit on weakness!

At least for now, no one will oppose him. This is also the reason why Bane loves the Black Orcs, they are naturally receptive to tyrants, especially during war, and any unbelievable command that the Black Orcs can endure.

However, this does not mean that the black orcs are really good citizens, on the contrary, it is better for any tyrant to pray that he can always maintain victory, otherwise the tyrant will be brutal, and then how terrible the subsequent resistance will be.

All the black orcs are watching Hawkdor, and if he can't take Silvermoon City, then what awaits him will be the most brutal revenge in the world.

But what these black orcs didn't know was that Hawkdorf was even more brutal than they thought.

As wave after wave of attacks hit the rock-like wall, a blood sacrifice on an advanced scale is also being prepared!

"King of the Orcs, Hawkdor, are you really going to do this?" A figure hidden in a thick trench coat asked in an angry and gloomy voice.

"Of course, Archbishop Margery! Compare this is the oracle of the great god Bane. 'Conquer Silvermoon City at any cost!' Do you know what that means? That's at any cost! Or do you have other plans? ”

Hawkdorf was still sitting on the throne, and he smiled bloodthirsty.

"Humph! Hawkdor, you should know how much of a sequelae you will have if you do this. How are you ready to explain this to His Holiness the Pope? When the trench-robed man heard Hawkdor's laughter, he immediately threw away all the falsehoods and questioned sharply.

"Explain? To whom? I! Hawkdor! King of Orcs, Lord of the Desert of Ainoca! Protector of the Great God Bane! Do I need to explain this to anyone?!!! Hearing the trench coat man's question, Hawkdorf slowly put away his smile, and then said with an arrogant face.

"Hah! It's like betraying your master so quickly? Orc King Hawkdor? "The man in the trench coat deliberately accentuated the words 'Orc King Hawkdor', and the irony of which could be heard by a fool." Remember who brought you the power and honor you have today! You're nothing but a lowly orc! Without the Pope's crown, you're just a deflated man who can only catch gerbils in the sand! How? Want to climb on the owner's head now? Don't forget, who made you a patron! You ...... Forehead...... You ......"

(Note: Gerbils are not rats, but a kind of finger-length lizard, with no meat, and a lot of sand in their bodies, which has a bitter taste and is easy to cause diarrhea, and only the most down-and-out desert dwellers will use gerbils to satisfy their hunger)

The man in the trench coat was obviously so angry with what Hawkdorf had just said and done that he was a little out of control. But before he could continue, Hawkdorf grabbed him by the neck with one hand and lifted him up.

"Yes, I wouldn't have been able to unite the orc tribe so quickly without Magellan's help, but Magellan wanted to make me his dog with that little pitiful help? Are you thinking a little too much? I'm Hawkdor!!! ”

Regarding Pope Magellan of the Bane Church, there are very few people in the entire Bane Church who know the details, he is not like a Bane Christian, but it is this mysterious person who does not know who the ontology is, and he has been firmly in the top position of the Bane Church for 80 years, and any fool who dares to challenge his position in these 80 years has died very miserably.

This faceless pope rules the entire Bann Church with an iron fist beyond imagination! It was he who deliberately divided the Bane Church into several factions, let them fight each other, and at the same time used these battles to provoke proxy wars throughout the continent, allowing Bane's ideas and terror to spread everywhere.

He calls himself the shadow prime minister of the Dark King's side! All he did was to let the reign of terror of the Dark Lord envelop the land, and he was the spokesman of the will of the Dark Lord! He is the agent of the great god Bane in his reign on earth!

For this Pope, Hochdorf has admiration, a trace of longing, and even a trace of fear, but the only thing he does not have is loyalty! He is only loyal to the god Bane! Even, he felt that the person who stood beside Bane and exercised the power of the gods on the earth should be himself!

Magellan did help Hawkdor, who was once weak, but in Hawkdor's opinion, it was the will of the Great God Bane! Magellan has been in power for many years, and the dark tyrant doesn't need a prime minister who has been in power for so many years!

It's time for someone else to do that.

And the fact that he became a patron is the best proof of that!

"Magellan is old!" With that, Hawkdorf snapped the trench coat's neck and threw him into a large pit. Then he looked up at the other figures in the same costume, and the bloodthirsty gaze made the people start to stir, and some even opened their trench coats and took out their weapons, ready to kill the arrogant orc on the spot!

Hawkdorf looked at the men, and a trace of chagrin welled up in his heart, he shouldn't have brought things to light so quickly. If he had been before, before he got angry, Zelemy would have stopped him......

Thinking of this, Hawkdorf began to feel nostalgic for the only best friend who could calm him down.

However, now that his best friend is gone, it is useless to think more, he must rely on his own way to compete with Magellan for Bane's position as the chief!

Thinking of this, Hawkdorf let out a roar!

"Blood sacrifice to my gods! Dedication to the Throne!!! ”

A blood-red tyrannical divine power responded to his call, enveloping him in it, and in the divine light, a giant hand wearing jeweled black metal fists clenched in a green light.

That's Bane's emblem!

The sea of tyranny favors Hawkdor!

Seeing this, the commotion of the trench coats fell silent, since Bane still favored Hawkdor, then they couldn't disobey Hawkdor's orders!

"Servants of Bane! This is Bane's will!! Your choice! Is it to follow Bane's will, or is it ......"

With Hawkdor's words, a group of well-armored undead guards silently surrounded all of Bane's priests in neat and heavy steps from the darkness. These undead guards, like Hawkdor's orc legions, are made up of Hockdor's most ardent supporters, believing that only Hockdorf can bring the black orcs to unprecedented strength, and unlike ordinary legionnaires, the undead guards are made up of the most powerful warriors, and their selection criteria are extremely strict.

These cold-blooded and brutal warriors, at such a close distance, coupled with sophisticated weapons and armor, could have torn these priests to shreds before they could resist.

What made these Bane priests even more aggrieved was that the equipment of these undead guards was still provided by them...... Hawkdor: This is poking their horses with their guns......

But no matter how aggrieved, Bane's will, coupled with the threat of rudeness, these priests had to give in.

"Do your bidding!" Under tyranny, everything will be subservient, including Bane's priests, who are the propagators of tyranny and the implementers of tyranny. At the same time, they are victims of tyranny!

They worship tyranny and are subject to tyranny at the same time, so everyone wants to climb to the top and act as the one who enforces tyranny. But before that, they must succumb to the tyranny of others for various reasons.

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