There was chaos on the battlefield, a large number of soldiers were infested with poisonous gas, lying on the ground with their throats clutched, and hundreds of orcs were pouring in. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhu Liu gave the order to retreat, and when the soldiers heard the horn of retreat, they turned around and ran, completely demoralized.

Zhu Liu encountered Waterloo, defeated in the battle, fled back to the castle thirty miles away, the remaining orcs quickly opened the city gate, enlarged the army entered, closed the gate and defended it, and the pursuers temporarily retreated.

The three-headed demon dragon landed on the city wall, and a big hole was opened in the head of the thunder attribute, and the screams resounded throughout the castle, and the sound frightened people.

Zhu Liu was naturally distressed when he saw his baby injured like this, so he took out the treasured healing scroll and tore it open, and the brilliant white light spilled out, the three-headed demon dragon recovered, and the wound disappeared, but the head of the thunder attribute was still drooping, and it looked weak.

The demon dragon reclaimed the blessed land space to cultivate, and the environment there was more suitable for recuperation; Bursts of sharp pain came from the limbs, and Zhu Liu found that his injuries were not light, and a whole team of doctors ran up the city wall.

In the king's tent, Zhu Liu's left hand helped the white cloth around his neck, and his head was also wrapped around it, and there was red blood oozing out, and the wolf girl was gently supporting him, looking very embarrassed.

Beneath the "Confession to the King" is a shaman on his knees.

"Say." Zhu Liu turned around and walked on the throne, accidentally touched the wound, and bared his teeth in pain.

"There were heavy casualties in this battle, and only thirty-two soldiers escaped from our army."

"What?" Before Zhu Liu could sit down, he immediately stood up and screamed. The soldiers he had brought into battle numbered one hundred and forty orc warriors, and now only a fraction of them had escaped;

These are no ordinary orcs, they are all baptized soldiers, one hundred and forty, almost all of his military strength, back to the pre-liberation period in World War I.

If he hadn't been bored with the idea of building the city wall, it would have been a problem to lose today and escape alive.

"Tell the king, after the divine power of your conquest of the tribes spread, those tribes who did not obey the religion, in order to resist our army, led by the ambitious chieftain of the Flying Fish tribe, spontaneously formed an alliance."

"The Flying Fish Tribe." Zhu Liu's teeth creaked, and the handle of the throne was directly crushed.

Shaman: "My lord, the situation is worse than imagined, and the farther away the tribes have also united, and it may not be so easy to subdue them in the future." ”

"Damn, I'm still too slow. This can be regarded as another method to catalyze the evolution of the backward system of the orcs. It's ironic to say that I'm a good person. Zhu Liu felt that the wheels of history were rolling forward.

Under the general trend, he can't help himself, no matter how he chooses, the birth of the orc empire is unstoppable.

The only variable is that it's an empire controlled by him, or by any other species.

For the main god, whoever wins in the end will choose who is the spokesperson, as for whether the emperor of that empire is Zhu Liu or a cat or a dog, is there a difference?

"By the way, the Flying Fish tribe doesn't play cards according to common sense; If it weren't for that damn poisonous spirit, it wouldn't be certain who would lose and who would win today. What is the poison gas they use, and what can we do to restrain it? And what the halberd that hurt my pet was so powerful. "Only by figuring out how to lose can you win back next time.

"Tell the king, the poisonous gas is the poison of the other party's shaman's configuration of herbs, and his subordinates actually know a little bit."

Zhu Liu pounded his chest and complained: "You can also configure it, why didn't you say it earlier." ”

The shaman said aggrievedly: "Great King, my subordinates can dispense minor injury healing potions, curse potions, and blood mosquito curses, and there will be some highly poisonous potions, but without the blessing of the altar, the distribution of highly poisonous potions will be inseparable from the enemy and hurt our soldiers." Without an altar, many of the shaman's skills cannot be used. ”

"Ahem, I know this, after defeating the Flying Fish Tribe, I will leave an altar for you. Let's talk about the halberd weapon, what's going on, the demon dragon that can hurt me. ”

"Great King, the orc tribe has been fighting monsters for 10,000 years, so naturally there are ways to deal with monsters. The large tribes, which are often inherited for thousands of years, worship totem gods; Or the bones of powerful monsters, or meteorites from the sky, earth-conceived treasures, some inherently unique weapons, after being obtained by orcs, put into the altar for thousands of years of worship and tempering, their power is unpredictable. It is the most important means for the orcs to deal with monsters. ”

Zhu Liu broke a dozen cups: "Totem Divine Soldier, there is such a thing, why didn't you say it earlier." How come I haven't seen it in your tribe? ”

"My king laughed, we are a small tribe, how can there be such a rare thing as a totem divine soldier."

Another orc hurried in: "Report to the king, the Flying Fish tribe has sent a war letter." ”

Zhu Liu got angry, got up from the chair and walked out: "Zhanshu, the little rabbit cub really takes himself seriously, I will gather the wolves and fight them again." ”

"Slow down, King." The shaman tugged at his trouser leg: "This war book has a saying. The living environment in the border wasteland is harsh, and the number of orcs is too small, in order to prevent the internal friction from being too serious, there is such a thing as a war book.

After a war breaks out between the two sides, the temporarily victorious side issues a war letter; The losing side has two options:

After the war was written, the two tribes would not die, and after the war started, all the old and weak women and children would be killed;

There is a second option, not to accept the war letter, to leave the land of survival with the tribe, and if the second option is made, you can also spend a certain price to ransom the captured warriors from the other party.

King, this battle book cannot be accepted, after the defeat, we are not the opponent of the Flying Fish tribe for a period of time. ”

Zhu Liu closed his eyes and combed through the knowledge in the library in his mind, in the past ten thousand years, the biggest enemy of the orc tribe was not itself, but the harsh environment and thousands of strange beasts and void creatures.

Under normal circumstances, if the loser is driven out of this land, there will be no return, and the war between the two sides will be resolved.

But now, the orc's worst enemy has become itself, and this rule doesn't apply very much; The old world has not yet been corrupted, and the stupid orcs still adhere to the dusty rules of history.

Zhu Liu thought about it again, this point can be exploited, drill some loopholes in the rules, and do not do it in vain. If you are soft, you don't have to fight, and this kind of good thing, I am good at fighting, and I am even better at pretending to be a grandson. Who is joking with their own lives?

"Redeem our warriors, so at what cost?"

The shaman replied, "Food, weapons, slaves, and jewelry." "In a sense, slaves and food are equated.