Duke Greybeard reached out and twisted his thin grey beard, which was his nickname and his proudest nickname because of his beard. His beard was longer, stronger, and shinier than that of all his tribesmen. He loves his beard more than the gold coins in his pocket, and if given a choice between his beard and his wealth, he would not hesitate to choose his beard.

He sat upright in his chair, his legs crossed, his beard twisted, his tail sticking out from behind the chair slamming into the ground in his good mood. He casually threw the letter in his hand on the table, and His Majesty the Emperor told him that he had agreed to his request, but there was a precondition for obtaining sufficient military exploits. Otherwise, he would not have been able to change a larger fief to the Rat Clan, because that would not be in accordance with the rules, it would cause hostility and even hatred from others, and it would also cause huge trouble for the royal family.

This point, the Duke of Greybeard is naturally clear, everyone wants to have a bigger fief and more resources, but the territory of the empire is so large, and the better places have long been occupied, leaving only some poor areas with poor resources and no special products. But even so, there are still a lot of people staring. Changing the fiefdom was just a whim of him for a while, but he didn't expect His Majesty the Emperor to approve and agree, which was a complete surprise for him.

The reason why it is to change the fief is also because there are too many clansmen in the fief now, so many that they can't be squeezed. Some capable rats left here, and the rest are young people who have little ability, perhaps this has something to do with the nature of the rats, they always like to get something for nothing. The territory of the rat clan and the territory of the lion clan are connected together, and many rat people often sneak into the territory of the lion clan to poach, and the two sides are also a little unhappy.

The leon people didn't dare to embarrass the rat people too much, because the population of the rat tribe was too huge, so huge that the lion people were a little scared. In the same way, the rat people did not dare to offend the leo people too much, it was a powerful race, and an adult leo could easily kill several of the nezu.

Both sides hate each other, but maintain a relatively restrained attitude, they are annoyed by each other, and it is also a good thing to be able to change territories.

As for the 50,000 soldiers that His Majesty the Emperor said, Gray Beard doesn't care at all, let alone 50,000, he can make up 500,000, and there are many "rats" in the rat clan. Greybeard didn't think much about it, each race had to contribute its own strength in this war, and the first and second batch of warriors who landed across the sea were all warriors of other races, this time it was just his turn, and he still had his purpose.

Lazily got up from the chair and supported a lazy waist, the Rat people are not tall, only one meter four to one meter five. Their feet are short, but their calves are long, and they are pressed to the ground with their feet, like a pair of big long feet. The long tails are as thick as arms and are a little longer than their height, flung behind them, keeping their center of gravity. The five short statures and special physiological structure of the rat people doomed them to not use heavy weapons, and they were accustomed to using short swords and bows and arrows, which were relatively flexible.

Of course, their tails cannot be forgotten yet. When each rat-folk reaches adulthood, that is, after the age of twelve, they will look for something they like and wrap it around the end of their tail, like a hammer. When fighting, their tails can sometimes play an unexpected role. Greybeard's tail is bandaged with a golden hammer inlaid with six precious stones, which is not of much practical use, mainly to set off his status and status.

Walking out of the house with a sterling silver staff of civilization, he stood on the street and whistled, and the rat-people who were lying on the ground or wandering around him immediately surrounded him. Greybeard looked at these people with a smile in his eyes, some contempt and disdain, the longest beard on their mouths was not as long as his shortest, and it was not shiny, dry and even forked.

The Greybeard Duke coughed lightly in the face of the gossip of inquiry, but he did not get a satisfactory result, and the group of fellows still chattered about their concerns.

Take the unemployment rate, for example.

According to incomplete statistics, only two out of every ten rat people have a job, and the other eight are unemployed, which also explains why so many rat people have nothing to do in the middle of the day, sleeping or chatting on the street, they don't have a job.

"Shut up for me!", Duke Greybeard's beard trembled with anger, and his small round eyes widened, not at all scary. The rats were silent for a moment, but within ten seconds, the scene became a mess again with the cry of a mouse man.

"Damn, can't you hear you shut up, and I'm going to call the soldiers to satisfy you?"

The angry Duke of Greybeard finally calmed down the rats completely, and then he nodded with satisfaction, twisted his long beard and said: "I have discussed it with Your Majesty, and Your Majesty has agreed to give us a bigger place to live, but there is a premise, that is, we must obtain enough military achievements." This cross-sea landing will be spearheaded by our rat clan, and I will mobilize 50,000 warriors to fight for a larger fiefdom. ”

"Of course, it's also an opportunity, money, power, and more. You guys spread this out, you see? Anyone who wants to go after three days can sign up, but there is one premise, that is, be strong and young. Forget about the old man and the little one, huh...... A woman's words are okay. ”

With that, Duke Greybeard immediately fled back to his house. At this time, facing the home that he was once very satisfied with, he was dissatisfied for the first time. Looking at the castle of the old lion next door, looking at the huge and luxurious treehouses of the black elves, and looking at his own living environment like the civilians around him, he slammed the cup on the ground with a snap.

Then he picked it up again, and the wooden cup was not so easy to break, which was also one of his ways to vent.

As long as he can get enough military merit and change to a larger fief, then he will also have to build a huge castle for himself, at least ten...... No, twenty houses, and gardens.

By the way, there are also stables.

By the way, there should also be a separate toilet.

Duke Greybeard still didn't know what kind of shock his words had caused to the entire rat clan.

The Byron Empire is also the first country to make war achievements, after all, if so many races and humans can't be treated equally, it is very likely that the entire empire will fall apart, so in the Byron Empire, except for the patriarchs of various races who will directly inherit the title of marquis or duke, if anyone else wants to get a higher social status, then go to fight.

In the rat tribe, in addition to the parents, each family often has ten or twenty children, which is quite few. Slightly more affluent rat families tend to have forty or fifty offspring, or even more. Except for a few of these offspring who can inherit the family business, the rest of the children will have to leave the family to find another way out when they reach adulthood. It's not that parents are unwilling to give their children more convenience and wealth, it's that they can't afford it.

The rat people who have left their families often have two choices, the first choice is to leave the territory of the rat clan and go to the outside city to work hard, because people include the stereotypical view of the orcs, they will not get a good position and job at the beginning, and often start from the bottom. Some nezumi are successful, but most spend their entire lives at the bottom.

The second option is to stay in the territory, anyway, the lords, that is, the graybeards can guarantee their minimum needs to survive, and will not starve them to death. But if you want to get more, you need to face more brutal competitiveness, after all, the work inside the rat territory is heavier than the work outside, and you get less salary.

When they learned that the rats were also on the call-up list, almost every family cheered. Except for those who can inherit the family business, almost all the other rats plan to sign up.

As for the danger of fighting and death...... , that's not in their minds.

This may be the innate advantage of orcs, they do not care about survival or death, and they have the genes of indifference to life in their nature.

When Duke Greybeard was woken up early the next morning, he was numb, and the streets were crowded with young nezumi who had come to sign up, and he had to ask His Majesty the Emperor if he could recruit more nezumi to fight.

Of course, His Majesty's reply is also very simple, this batch is only 50,000 people, but the next batch can be more.

Everyone's happy!

In a forest less than a hundred kilometers away from the Nezumi Territory, the Pope from the Church of Light of the Orlando Empire was resting with his eyes closed. The Templars and Templars were also tending to their armor and weapons. Since entering the Byron Empire, battles have broken out hundreds of times, large and small. In addition to the battles in which they took the initiative to attack the Byron Nature Goddess Shrine, there were also some orcs who took the initiative to attack them.

Desi people are not popular here, just as people here are not welcome in the Orlando Empire.

A white horse quickly rushed into the forest, the knight on the horse's back pulled the reins, the snow-white war horse suddenly neighed and stopped, and he also turned over and dismounted in this short moment, ran to the Pope and knelt down on one knee, "Your Majesty, the latest news, the Earl of Rennes has entered the hinterland of the Byron Empire with tens of thousands of warriors, and the current location is unknown, and the lion people are trying their best to hunt them down." ”

The Pope opened his eyes, and he had a very special eye, with three pupils in his right eye. He paused for a moment, then laughed, and after raising his hand to invite the knight to get up, he said gently: "I know, I have worked hard for you." ”

The knight pursed his lips excitedly and shook his head vigorously, "This is what I should do, Your Majesty!"