The voices of 'incompetent emperor' and 'coward' reached Caesar XIII's ears during the three days he had rested.

These were the names used by the soldiers below to describe him, and from these titles, Caesar XIII could tell how much they resented him.

But he is still preparing his negotiation plan step by step, and has not given up and decadent because of these voices.

Long before he set off, he was mentally prepared to face these things, and what he was doing was destined not to be understood by many people, and even if he did, it would not necessarily support him to do so.

During these three days, he was not able to rest well, and even when he arrived, the group of nobles did not give up to prevent him from negotiating.

And this time they even planned to kill him, no longer having the same scruples as before.

However, three days have passed, and he has made all the preparations, and it is time to leave for the negotiation site!

The carriage pulled by several mechanical horses slowly drove away from Orosa, and neatly equipped knights and soldiers followed closely on their horses, each with a solemn face, and they looked intently into the distance, taking in the 'dead land' in front of them.

Even if it wasn't the first time they had seen it, it was the first time they had set foot on this land, and they hadn't even gotten far from Orosa, and the vegetation they had trampled under their feet was already a dark orchid.

Beneath the northern walls, it was a barren land devoid of any vegetation, where the smell of fishy and rancid lingered.

However, not far from the city wall, where they are now, there is a breath of 'life'.

At some point, the vegetation eroded by negative energy began to quietly turn blue, and this land became the best place to breed the undead.

And this large area of meadow polluted by negative energy stretched from under the northern walls of Orosa to the pole of their line of sight, and as far as the eye could see, it was always a dark orchid that occupied the view.

This is the battlefield, and it is all 'battlefield' as far as the eye can see!

Every time the blood poured on this land can make this land further change the environment of the 'undead plane', it has been targeted by the undead monarchs for a long time, and now, this area has developed to a peak.

Caesar XIII sat in a carriage and looked out the window at the blue meadows.

Looking at this grassland, he felt as if he was walking on a field under the moonlight, and the moonlight quietly soaked the land......

The Emperor took a deep breath and clutched his chest, which seemed to be blocked by something, unable to breathe.

He was watched by the soldiers and officers, and he could feel the gaze of the soldiers until he stepped into the carriage.

They don't want this war to end, because they have a hunch that if it does, they may never have a chance to take revenge - and that's pretty much it.

Caesar XIII would not let the war break out again, and he would have his successors do the same with him to prevent the war between humans and orcs from breaking out again.

As long as he can make those with vested interests see the greater good, then they will choose to give up this part of the interest.

This is why he wants to promote the progress and development of magic technology and mechanics, satellite technology has allowed him to see the possibility of the world of Assatom going to the astral plane, compared to the unowned lands in the astral plane, the benefits of the orc savannah can be said to be very small, not enough for the vested interests to focus most of their attention on it.

He was ready, and he would not only explain this to the nobles of the empire, but also talk to the orc chiefs to let them know where the future of humanity and orcs should go.

It is not known whether it was luck or other reasons that Caesar XIII and his party did not encounter the undead in this vibrant land that was full of death.

They managed to reach the negotiating site, where the orcs had erected a tall stone building, which, though it looked rather rough to the court nobles who accompanied them, had to admit that it had a strange beauty of rugged savagery.

In order to show his sincerity, the emperor made a special effort to let the carriage go at the head of the procession, followed by soldiers and knights.

The large group was noticed by the orcs from afar, and they were silent, but the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the slightly chaotic camp.

When they saw the 'heavily armoured' horses and the cart they were pulling, their first thought was to snatch them into their hands.

But their 'sacrificial gods' have warned them many times in recent days not to attack the human team, and no matter what, they are not allowed to do anything unless the humans attack them first.

As unhappy as they were, the orcs' social structure dictates that no matter how dissatisfied they are, they can't veto their superiors' decisions - unless their fists are bigger than their superiors, in which case they can become 'superiors' themselves.

This social structure ensured the competitiveness and combat effectiveness of the orcs in a bygone era, but it was a burden, even an obstacle, for the 'future'.

After this negotiation, the orc god will voluntarily give up the position of the 'main god', because the god of sacrifice is wiser than him.

The unpolished stone pillars support the dome of the building, and there is enough distance between the two pillars to allow enough light inside the building.

The building doesn't have a clear front and back, because it's just a shelter from the wind and rain, and there is not even a 'door'.

Lille tightened the reins with his left hand with a mechanical arm, and the mechanical horse stopped.

He took a deep look at the shadowy area of the huge building, turned back and whispered, "Your Majesty, we have arrived. ”

Before the palace guards could reach the carriage, the door of the carriage was pushed open, their hands froze in the air, and their majesty was seen jumping directly from the carriage.

They trembled and hurried over to protect Caesar XIII.

Glancing at the grass-stained cloak, the Emperor stepped on the soft grass and walked towards the orc camp.

Boom!

The soldiers and knights dismounted and followed His Majesty's footsteps, but at that moment there was a thunderclap on the ground.

Hula!

The orcs came out of the camp and were scattered in two columns, the strong standing inside, and the thin, the old and weak, women and children standing outside.

All the orcs spontaneously walked out of the camp, and even the babies who were unable to move on their own were carried out by their elders.

The ancestral war drums of each tribe were also carried out by them, and when the drumsticks landed on the drum surface with a muffled thunderous sound, the orcs standing on both sides of the road would stomp their feet and shake the ground, beat their chests with their hands, and roar to the sky.

Caesar XIII's footsteps only faltered slightly, and he pushed away the guards standing in front of him, and continued to move forward with the deep-eyed Lille and the legendary powerhouse.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" the guards and knights, as well as the court nobles who accompanied the team, were all anxious and hurriedly shouted.

But Caesar XIII did not stop and continued to move forward.

Boom!

Hula!

Boom!

Hula!

Boom!

Hula!

The sour smell of the orcs of 'Welcome' was thick, and their faces were painted with ugly paint, and their faces were so fierce that they really frightened the nobles and guards of the court.

But instead of laughing at the timid humans at this time, they set their sights on another human.

Caesar XIII's footsteps were not hurried, and the big red cloak dragged on the ground, which was already dirty.

However, with a scepter in his hand and a crown on his head, he walked through the passage formed by the orcs gathering without changing his face, and his posture was majestic, as if the land under his feet was a land, and there was nothing to worry about.

The war drums thundered, and gradually, the orcs stopped roaring, but the drums grew more and more intense.

Boom!!!

Dozens of ancestral war drums were beaten at the same time, and the sturdy orcs standing inside were silent, raised their weapons high, and then fell—

"Your Majesty!!"

Several of the people in the group who followed Caesar XIII screamed at this scene, and one even fainted, and the soldiers roared and swords-rattled.

"Stop!"

Caesar XIII's voice drowned out all voices, and the soldiers' movements also stopped, and they watched in amazement as the sword hung over the emperor's head, and if it fell a little more, Caesar XIII's head would be cut off.

Lille let go of his clenched fists, and the Legends put away their stance, but none of their frowns relaxed.

Caesar XIII stood there and looked around, seeing one pair of angry eyes after another, and one bruised arm after another.

They are trying to curb the thoughts and impulses to kill themselves!

Seeing their eyes and expressions, Caesar XIII reacted immediately, but said nothing and continued to walk forward.

With a sharp or stagnant blade, Caesar XIII walked step by step towards the temporary temple of the orc god.

Eventually, he walked up the steps and stood in front of the temple, looking at the shadows inside the temple and curling the corners of his mouth.

"The orc god of war, under the golden crown of the urn, I am here!"

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