After gently covering Sally with the quilt, Roddy looked at her much thinner face, and felt a little distressed.

Don't look at Sally just sitting in the mansion all day to do business, but the pressure she faces is not much less than herself - the girl in front of her is only eighteen years old this year, and she is just a college student on earth.

But what about her? All day long, she was faced with all kinds of government affairs in the entire Ivota territory, and the livelihood of tens of thousands of people was decided. Not only do you have to face a group of nobles who eat people and don't spit out bones, but you also have to keep an eye out for border movements, deploy troops, and check all kinds of reports...

Without her father's protection, all the pressure had to fall on her shoulders, and although Sally persevered, she was tired after all - Roddy knew that he was the harbor in her heart where she could rest at ease, and his existence was the biggest spiritual pillar in Sally's heart.

With all sorts of thoughts swirling in his mind, Roddy sighed, got up and paced back to the duke's study.

The interior of the study was no different from before, and the scene of discussing countermeasures with Bishop Benjamin and Duke Angmar is vivid. Roddy walked slowly to the map hanging on the wall, his eyes swept over the markers, and then he looked west along the Ivota ...

There, is the Nehemian steppe where Roddy once led his troops to kill, and it is also the location of the Orc Kingdom.

"It's 590, orcs... How long will it lie dormant?"

Unlike the territory of Evta, where there are always snowflakes, in the endless Nehemian steppes, everything has begun to revive under the spring sun.

At this time of year, the various tribes of the orc kingdom usually start to divide the general "pastoral area" for this year, but since last summer, everything has been different.

The "Sarota" tribe has risen.

No one knew how the tribe came to be, and by the time everyone began to notice the presence of such a tribe in the steppe, it had grown in force for months to the point that it was difficult for any chief to ignore, and had never stopped advancing.

Their forces were like a torrent of steel, and no one could stop them - and the name "Zoro" had taken on some more profound meaning after a winter, and his strength and strength had been deeply imprinted in the minds of all orcs.

From a small tribe of a few dozen people to a "large tribe" of 10,000 men in three months, Sauron's ambitions have already chilled the rest of the chiefs... Soon, some small tribes knew that they were not opponents and took the initiative to surrender, but Sauron did not cut down these small chiefs as before, but "treated them with courtesy", gave them various military ranks, and had the power to lead the troops into battle...

This caused a complete uproar in the orc kingdom - because in the eyes of the orcs who "respected the strength", the loser of the power struggle was of no use other than feeding the vultures, but Sauron's unprecedented initiative led to a series of astonishing results: the "Sarota" tribe accepted the submission of six small tribes and a large tribe of similar rank throughout the winter, and became the most powerful tribe in the entire grassland!

Naturally, the process was not as easy as it seemed: the annexation of the orcs was always accompanied by war and death, some willing to surrender, some desperately resisted, and when one winter passed, more than 3,000 orc soldiers also died in civil strife.

And in this flesh-and-blood land, the "Sarota" tribe with a total population of more than 100,000 has risen strongly, firmly ruling fifty percent of the territory of the orc kingdom map!

If the former "Orc Kingdom" was a rabble, then the thriving "Sarota" now clearly has the capital to become a "military power".

Under the sun, the core of the "Sarota" tribe is quiet and orderly. From the outside, it is not much different from ordinary tribes, but if a human officer is allowed to observe it here, he will find that the structure of this garrison is extremely exquisite.

The wooden camp wall divides the camp into three layers, there is a special food storage area and a fence for storing cattle and sheep, the civilian area is far away from the military zone, and the camp of the orc soldiers is built separately according to different formations, and countless corridors are divided in the middle to gather at any time...

Orcs had never studied station planning in a "rational and scientific" way before. But Sauron proved with his execution that what humans can do, orcs can do as well.

Looking at the foundation he had laid single-handedly in front of him, Zoro was both relieved and a little worried: the amazing development speed of the tribe made everyone look sideways, but because of this, there was no initial "monolithic" state inside, and now there are more people in charge, and differences are inevitably breeding.

"Chief Sauron, it's almost February now, and our soldiers have been dormant for two months, if we don't go out to move our muscles and bones, I'm afraid these warriors will all die of rust in their tents!"

In the chief's tent, an orc in front of Zoro was shouting loudly, his words quite dissatisfied. Zoro glanced at the other and waved his hand, "What, where is the Godard Overseer looking at again?

The guy known as "Godard" is one of the three "Overseers" in the current tribe, and he was originally the chief of the "Hand of Geron" tribe, and because of his high prestige in his own tribe, he still spoke hard after submitting to "Sarota", and sometimes even dared to openly contradict Sauron.

Sauron chose to tolerate this, he knew that he could not kill all the opponents, and used the human political methods to unite his own tribe, which was what he wanted to do now.

"Ha, Great Chief, where can our warriors still look at such a small place, and who else can stop us on this grassland now?"

"Great Chief, there is still something to report to you - the food stock is really a little tight, and if we don't get enough food, I'm afraid we will have to starve to death by this time next year!"

The other two Overseers, who usually don't talk much, are uncharacteristically cheering for Godard today. This made Sauron's eyes narrow meaningfully, and after thinking for a moment, he still said calmly, "It seems that Godard's Overseers have a solution to these problems?"

"Heh! How dare I say that we can solve these problems? Great Chief, everyone knows what is going on with our hardships on the grassland for so many years, and if we can solve it, we will find a way a few decades ago!

Godard clearly did not have the acting talent of a human nobleman, and his tone was pompous. However, he didn't bother to make too many detours, so he turned his words and stretched out his hand to the southeast: "Our available troops are already nearly 10,000, and those food and resources in the human kingdom are the best supplies for our orc warriors - Great Chief, can you still sit still?"

"Yes, Great Chief, the resources on the grassland are too poor, and now the consumption of food and drink for the entire tribe is already an astronomical amount, and now we must act!"

"As long as you give the order of the Great Chief, we will immediately go to the front line, and absolutely take down all the cities on the border within half a month! If you miss, you will directly smash my head!"

Looking at the excited posture of the three overseers, Zoro sighed in his heart: the orcs do have about 10,000 combat strength now, but the combat effectiveness of these troops is not as strong as imagined - in order to prevent the decentralization of power or the mutiny, almost all the armies are disrupted and reorganized, so there is no tacit understanding between the non-commissioned officers and soldiers at all, and the consequences of rash war will be unimaginable...

And the words of the two Overseers were not false: the rations of more than 100,000 people were not a small number, because of the continuous civil war, the finances were already in deficit, and if they continued to squat here, the "Sarota" tribe would simply sit back and wait for death.

Humans must be conscripted, and the name of the teacher "Sarota" as a tribal name is enough to show Sauron's determination, but everything is planned and then acted - when to fight, how to fight, this is something that needs to be carefully considered.

The three Overseers kept talking about the benefits of attacking the humans, and this time they were clearly forcing the palace. Knowing that he couldn't completely veto the other party, Sauron replied loudly, "Since the three Overseers all believe that it is necessary to attack humanity, I will naturally not object to it—in fact, everything I do is to one day take back our lost territory!"

Godard and the others were completely stunned by these words, Sauron had never mentioned the matter of beating humans, why did he suddenly change his sex at this time?

"But have you ever thought about how much food it will cost to rush to human land now? And even if our warriors take the city in mid-February, they will find that there is no food in their granaries... Because the grain harvested by humans will not grow until April or May!"

The three illiterate Overseers with muscles in their heads were dumbfounded, and Godard was unconvinced: "Then just treat humans as food!

Idiot...

Zoro cursed in his heart, but said: "In this way, let's discuss the timing of the army's dispatch for the time being, but it is certain that it is definitely not appropriate to set off in February..."

The other two Overseers were taken by surprise by agreeing to the expedition, so they were suddenly at a loss of opinion - Godard had no help but agreed and left the tent.

His face darkened as he walked out of the tent, and the powerful orc rode his wolf after a few steps—and after more than ten minutes of riding along the path between the camps, he made a beeline for his Overseer's tent.

As soon as he jumped off the wolf, a man came down to report that a powerful shaman wanted to join Godard's overseer.

This is a great thing for Godard, the stronger his subordinates, the more power he has to speak, for this kind of wise to come to his own hands, he naturally will not slack off, so he immediately stepped into the big tent.

To his surprise, the "shaman" in front of him was wearing a thick cloak and a hood on his head, although his clothes were wide, but the thinness of his body could not be concealed.

"Tell me your name, shaman. ”

Orcs are never polite or polite when they speak, and no matter how horizontal the upper ones are, the lower ones have to endure it.

"My name doesn't matter, Lord Overseer. ”

Under the cold voice, some strange orc whispers slowly echoed in the tent. Godard's face changed, and he immediately realized that the other party's identity seemed to be... Something is not right.

"The first time we met, Lord Overseer might have been a little nervous, but I came with good intentions and wanted to work with you a little. Well... Cooperation in all aspects. ”

His face under the hood seemed to be smiling, but his stiff cheeks couldn't make any expression at all.

Godard's eyes narrowed - although the orcs were reckless, there were absolutely no fools who could be overseers, and he had realized the identity of the guy in front of him, and he also had doubts in his heart: it stands to reason that they should have found the "Great Chief" Sauron, but now they have found themselves...

Godard suddenly realized something, and his gaze was fiercely fixed on the other man, who still had the same stiff smile, but the words in his mouth were incisive: "Obviously, we think you are the leader who is more qualified to rule this tribe." ”

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