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As a result of the analysis, Victor did not send back the Storm in the first place, and even the communicator was turned off, because Victor did not believe that the Orcs in this Orc Fortress would have no means to monitor the surrounding communication channels.

You can despise Orcs as Greenskins, Barbarians, Orks, but Orcs aren't just non-sapient races that rely on their instincts.

Strict social hierarchy, a warlike nature, and the incredible, metaphysical Orc technology. (Narrator: I use the power of magic card metaphysics, and the Orcs get bonuses, trigger my power of search, and the power of technology is strengthened and summon WAAAAAAAAGH in chains!! ）

It is these things that make up the green scourge.

Victor could guess that the Orcs had some sort of means of monitoring the Orc Fortress, perhaps a tattered and rugged orc-style device, or some god-chattering, crazy nervous boy shaking his orc-filled psychic brain to monitor the starry sky.

Whatever it was, Victor didn't dare to bet on this possibility, he only had one chance to communicate, and he wouldn't waste this precious opportunity until he had found a way to enter this Oak fortress.

While Victor was busy researching the energy barrier and looking for a way to enter the Oak Fortress, Captain Jerome on the bridge of the Tempest received an unexpected message.

"What, they rejected ......"

Captain Jerome was astonished, even a little unable to believe his ears, suspecting that he had misheard the news, and once again pressed the poor communications officer in front of him.

"What did you just say, say it again!"

"Sir!"

The communications officer's body stood straight, and his face solemnly repeated the report just now,

"The system governor of the Cape de De system refuses to send reinforcements, including fighter jets and ground forces, as well as the system fleet!"

Captain Jerome roared with bruises on his forehead and a hideous face.

"The governor of the Cape de Galaxy, crazy, give me his communicator, I want to testify with him face to face."

"Yes, sir."

However, things were once again unexpected by Captain Jerome, and the communication request sent by him was actually denied, and the entire Tempest communicator could not contact the governor of the Cape-De system at all, and the other side refused to communicate with the Tempest.

Unable to contact the Governor of Cape, Captain Jerome realizes that this has taken a turn for the worse, and he does not know why the Governor of Cape De refused to send reinforcements, and even refuses to contact the Warband of the Watchmen in the end.

"Contact me with the other world governors of the Cape de De system."

Seeing that this was indisputable, Captain Jerome decisively switched the target of communication, and this time, Captain Jerome's action was successful, and a world governor appeared on the light screen of the projector.

However, the Governor of the World, though humble, did not go well this time, and Captain Jerome did not receive any useful aid or support from him, not even for the reason.

Captain Jerome, who had wasted ten minutes, grew impatient, and he was no longer willing to waste his tongue, so he cut off the communication cleanly.

"Damn it, I really want to walk away and let these Orks teach them a lesson, let these wastes know that Orks aren't anything the rebels can compare."

Captain Jerome rubbed his brow with his hands, pain and tiredness welling up in his heart, making him feel exhausted.

In the connection just now, Captain Jerome finally figured out the thoughts of these dirt bun nobles, it was nothing more than relying on the Warden Warband to dare not punish the imperial nobles of the entire galaxy, and they were ready to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, so as to reap the benefits of the fisherman, and recover the agricultural world without a single shot.

However, they didn't seem to think about whether it was a good deal to offend an interstellar warband and reclaim an agricultural world. And the Orcs are not opponents to be played, and if you don't pay attention to it, the entire galaxy will be slaughtered, which is a massacre regardless of status or race.

When the Orcs wield the butcher's knife, they don't care about your status and bloodline, and under the butcher's knife, all beings are equal.

"The nobles of the Cape de Des galaxy who want to use political means to wrestle with Oak are definitely eroded by the chaotic psionic energy of the Orcs."

Captain Jerome sighed, because the reconnaissance torpedo had already found that on the edge of the battlefield, there were several sneaky frigates probing their heads to observe the battlefield, and it was not necessary to think about who sent the fleet.

Captain Jerome then told Gavin about the incident via the communicator, and then he left it alone, the sky fell, and there were tall men on top of it, and if the Warband of Warmen couldn't hold on, the Empire would clean up the mess.

As for why he is still holding on here and not leaving, the Captain's mercy for the innocent civilians of the Cape De system is the most important reason, Captain Jerome even thinks that the energy barrier above the Ork Fortress is just an excuse, if things go to the point where it is out of control, Captain Jerome will still propose to the regiment commander to evacuate, he thinks that it is not worth it to pay the Overwatch Wargroup fleet for the Cape De system.

Jiawen was also speechless to these nobles, and Jiawen couldn't figure out what was going on in their brains.

"Forget it, ignoring them is the icing on the cake, and I don't expect the reinforcements they sent to change the tide of the war."

In contrast, Gavin was still more concerned about the situation of Victor's mechanical non-commissioned officer and the 10th Company, and the former was in a state of communication concealment, and Gavin couldn't be contacted at all, so he naturally didn't know how far Victor's mission was going.

The latter, on the other hand, were in communication with the Storm from the time they set out to the time they arrived in the world of Auburn, and knew everything about them until they penetrated deep into the Oak occupation area, and the contact with the Storm ended for the sake of concealment.

At this time, in the Orc Orc occupation area of the Auburn World, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded above the gray sky, and more than a dozen "meteors" crossed the sky and smashed towards the earth.

This scene was seen by a lazy fart who was lying in the shade of a tree, and it stared at the sky with wide eyes for a while, and after a while, as if remembering something, its thin and short body catapulted from the ground, dragging its own fart horn gun assembled with a trumpet-shaped iron pipe and a wooden handle, and ran towards the orc tribe deep in the jungle.

"Boss, Boss......"

In the midst of a jumble, orc-style rough ore complex, a fart elf ran wildly towards the center of the orc tribe, his shrill voice attracting the attention of an orc leader who was wandering around with nothing to do.