Zhang Yao held the surrender agreement in his hand, and his face turned green with anger.

In this agreement, the eight tribes of the steppe not only demanded that the army be retained, but also that the Rising Sun Empire provide the dwarf forging technology. And the most excessive thing is that these tribal leaders actually tried to divide the grasslands that originally belonged to the Rohan Kingdom for grazing, and the price these people were willing to pay was actually a piece of paper and a scarce number of cattle and sheep.

The grasslands can strengthen the eight tribes, and the dwarven forging techniques can improve weapons and armor. Looking at the agreement in his hand, Zhang Yao was angry and angry, where is this book, it is even worse than the reparations for defeat.

"Simon, you're ambitious!" The surrender book in his hand was thrown out by Zhang Yao and hit Simon directly in the face.

Zhang Yao sat back on the throne with a gloomy face, Simon needed to act in the interests of his own tribe, and it was understandable to do so. But Zhang Yao still felt a betrayal, and at the same time felt Simon's ignorance of current affairs.

The army of the Rising Sun Empire was overwhelmed, and the survival of the eight major tribes was only in Zhang Yao's thoughts. Zhang Yao was very curious about what kind of motivation made these tribal leaders dare to negotiate conditions with him, and these conditions were still so unreasonable.

Could it be that he took over the Rohan Kingdom and the Goblin Legion, so that these people think that they are pacifists? Or rather, these people have long been blinded by interests, and they are still thinking about those small calculations when the butcher's knife comes.

Zhang Yao took a few deep breaths to suppress his anger, snuggled up to the throne and looked at Simon kneeling below, and said, "Simon, is this your opinion, or the meaning of several other leaders!" ”

"This!" Simon was a little stunned when he heard this, and he sensed Zhang Yao's dissatisfaction with him.

Simon was a little evasive and didn't look at Zhang Yao's gaze, and replied hesitantly: "It's our decision after discussion, no, it's them, it's their decision after discussion!" ”

After suddenly waking up, Simon's back was immediately wet with sweat.

Simon is not a stupid person, although he was a little carried away by interests before, but after being swept away by Zhang Yao's cold gaze, Simon sweated like rain and understood what kind of existence he was dealing with.

The fact that weak countries have no diplomacy, and that they are erected in the midst of those free collars, speaks for themselves. Zhang Yao is still like this towards those free leaders living in his territory, and it is even more conceivable what his attitude is towards the eight tribes of the grassland.

The more Simon thought about it, the more he regretted it, regretting how he could have listened to the rumors that the Empire of the Rising Sun would not be wiped out. This Rising Sun Empire's acceptance of Xiyoudon's surrender is definitely not weak! Even on the contrary, this is to take a fancy to Xiyouton's external strength and cadres, and to the characteristics of the Rohan Kingdom without an heir, and make a face-saving project in line with its own interests.

"Your Majesty, these people don't know the times, Simon is willing to share your Majesty's worries and lead your sons to level the Seven Clans!" After thinking about it, Simon hurriedly stepped forward to make up for it. At this time, Simon can't care about the friendship between the eight tribes, otherwise even his own Bourg tribe will probably disappear into the clouds of history.

Zhang Yao looked at Simon, who had two attitudes, and let out a laugh that made people's scalps tingle.

In such laughter, Simon's heart trembled, but he realized more clearly how necessary it was for him to wake up.

"Simon! You're a slippery head! ”

Zhang Yao stretched out his hand to Simon and clicked three times, and only after Simon kowtowed again and again did he say faintly: "Give you 50,000 goblin legions to level the Seven Clans Alliance." Remember, I don't want any of them who are taller than the wheels! ”

Zhang Yao looked at Simon with a smile, and this understatement made Simon tremble.

How high is this wheel, this is the rhythm that wants to kill the steppe people!

Simon can imagine that once he leads his troops to fight back against other grassland tribes, he will be guilty of his infamy for 10,000 years. Even this kind of spitting for the betrayer is probably still on top of the hatred for the Rising Sun Empire. Ten years later, when the children of the rest of the tribes grow up, if they have the ability to take revenge, they will be the first to find themselves, or their own Bulg tribe.

Simon thought a lot in just a few seconds, but in any case, such a condition was something Simon could not refuse.

Simon was afraid that these children would come to him for revenge ten years later, but he was even more afraid of the man in front of him who seemed to be smiling. Revenge will be ten years later, and if he provokes the demon in front of him, Simon can't even think about waiting for the fate of the Burgers.

"Simon obeys!" Simon didn't refuse Zhang Yao's strength, and he didn't even dare to reveal a trace of extra expression.

Simon respectfully stroked Zhang Yao's right hand on his chest and performed a ritual on the prairie. After saluting, Simon did not dare to look up, and retreated half-hunched.

"I've heard that the wheels of the dwarves are only about the knees of our humans, and I don't know if it's true or not!"

Just as Simon was about to leave the tent, Zhang Yao's words that seemed to be smiling came from behind Simon again.

Simon's neck was cold when he heard the sound, and the sound coming from behind was like a butcher's knife, and the cold Simon had the illusion of being in the cold winter.

"Yes, Your Majesty, your wisdom will light up the starry sky!"

Simon saluted in the direction of the tent again, and waited again to make sure that Zhang Yao was not speaking, and then Simon walked away with a sigh of relief.

The hesitation before choosing is so unforgettable, just like the nervousness before the college entrance examination. Many people are inevitably nervous before the exam, but when the exam comes, many people are relieved.

This is the case with Simon now, from choice to determination, Simon has gone through unimaginable suffering.

Simon knows what to choose, in fact, Simon, who has been at war with goblins, knows an innocuous little secret.

The secret is that the wheels of the dwarves are only about the knees of humans, and the wheels used by the goblins are actually a third smaller than those of the dwarves

In anticipation of the remaining seven tribes, Simon returned to the tribal camp with 50,000 goblin soldiers.

This time there was no beer or flowers, and in the expectation of others, Simon brought not peace, but a feast of killing.

The bloody slaughter lasted for three days, and the most courageous in the entire battle was not the Goblin warriors brought by Simon, but the Terran cavalry that originally belonged to Bulg.

Every Bolger cavalryman had a clear understanding of what the future would face. Therefore, the Bulgers were the main force in the whole battle, and Simon, as the leader of the Burgs, was the first to be active on the battlefield.

There were no prisoners in this tragic war, and Simon, who was wounded several times, did not take half a step back, as if he would not give up until he died on the battlefield.

In the end, Simon still didn't die on the battlefield, and no one cared about how Simon thought about why he, as the commander of the first army, was so desperate on the battlefield.

After the massacre of traitors, cowards, lackeys, and minions of the empire ended, all sorts of terms were picked up by Simon.

Originally, Simon was known as the Tiger of Graton on the grasslands, but overnight, Simon the Fallen's title became louder than Sauron's title of Demon King, and spread across the grasslands.

"Simon did a good job!" Listening to the battle report from the front, Zhang Yao's heart was extremely satisfied.

With Simon, a degenerate, attracting firepower in the front, the reputation of the Rising Sun Empire has improved a lot. And what satisfies Zhang Yao the most is not these false names, but the fact that the eight tribes of the grassland have existed in name only.

"Dingdong congratulations to the host, the submission of the steppe people and the Rohan kingdom will be rewarded."

"Dingdong congratulations to the host, capture Isengard, get the submission of the Goblin Clan, and reward a chance to draw a lottery!"

The two system prompts in a row made Zhang Yao's face hang a trace of an indescribable smile.

Zhang Yao rubbed the magic ring on his little finger, walked to the map with a greedy gaze, and slowly said, "Prepare for the lottery"