Emperor Byron was bent on dying, but he did not succeed. He originally wanted to die on the battlefield, and he died vigorously, and those historians with relatively simple feelings may look at the face of the heroic death and write a few nice words for him in the history books, which can be regarded as worthy of themselves. But he really didn't expect that even if he wanted to die on the battlefield, he couldn't die in the end. His outfit was so striking that the orc warrior slapped his sword on his head, and with a single reach, he was captured.

He didn't die yet, and he ended up as a captive, and he was given the material for those scholars to spray him to their heart's content, and presumably he would become a rather interesting one of the negative textbooks in the history books. Stupid, blind, arrogant, obviously not proficient in war and battle formations, but must personally conquer. Not to mention being captured alive, the last resistance of the entire human race was completely collapsed because of his capture.

He is responsible for the decline of all human beings in the Byron Empire, and he is fully responsible.

The orcs did not mistreat the little old man, even though he had ordered more harsh methods to be used against the orcs several times. He was an emperor, the emperor of mankind, and no matter what he had done, as a victorious orc, it was only natural that he should retain some of the most basic decencies. Humiliating the losers is not the work of the warriors, the orcs are very violent in the war, but outside of the war, they appear to be sensible, perhaps this has something to do with everything they have encountered.

When Thrace met Emperor Byron, the latter had already taken off his bright armor and was wearing a civilian roast and chewing a roast leg of lamb. The golden fat and the dark red mutton seemed to have become the most beautiful color in the world, and it deeply attracted His Majesty the Emperor. He rolled up his sleeves without any image and hugged the leg of mutton with both hands, biting and swallowing it in a big gulp, and the little beard on his face was stained with a lot of spices and mutton fat because of such rude movements.

When he heard footsteps, he glanced up, nodded to Thrace, and soon turned all his attention to the leg of mutton. Thrace watched as he gnawed a whole leg of lamb one bite at a time, and then grinned and picked his teeth with a silver skewer. Everything he showed was not as magnanimous as an emperor should be, but like a butcher on the side of the road, or a man who did menial work.

Emperor Byron took the wine glass, poured it, rinsed his mouth and swallowed, he patted his stomach with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief, "It tastes good, I've always heard people say that roast lamb leg should be eaten like this to be delicious, I haven't had a chance to try it once before, this time it's thanks to you, I finally tried it once." ”

As an emperor, he must be a role model for the entire human race, and his every word and deed is watched by others, and he lives in a "show" every day. Many people only see the emperor's scenery in front of people, and may not be able to see the emperor's hard work and the bitterness behind it.

Thrace sat down nearby, looked at the clean lamb bones on the plate, and laughed, "This may be the price, you have obtained the most charming thing in the world, so isn't it normal to pay something for it? ”

"Your words make sense, not at all like orcs can say. Emperor Byron very much agreed with Thrace's sentiments, and he did give a lot. People see his scenery, they see his power, but they don't see what he throws away when he acquires these things. Affection, friendship, even love, everything that might hinder him was murdered by his own hands, chopped into small pieces, and buried in the ground.

Thrace shook his head, "It's not something I've seen from anywhere, it's something I've experienced, and I think you can understand what I'm going through." ”

Emperor Byron was deeply touched by Thrace's feelings, he smiled wryly, and after a while he collected his mood, looking at Thrace, he asked, "What are you going to do with me, and what are you going to do in the future?"

The old emperor already knew that he would not be able to live, and as long as he lived, Thrace would never reach the pinnacle of his life. Only when he is dead, the monarch killer who killed the "previous emperor" is qualified to hold a new crown and crown himself.

Feeling the relaxed state of the old emperor at this time, Thrace also wanted to ask for advice. He was a half-orc, even if he knew how to read, even if he had read a lot, he was still a half-orc. Congenitally, he had great defects, and being able to get the help of the old emperor was a very precious opportunity for Thrace.

He shifted his buttocks, straightened his seat, and bowed his head for a moment, "I will...... Then have people contact all the orcs who can be co-opted and give them enough promises and benefits. Those orcs who can't be co-opted will definitely have objections to the orcs ascending to the throne, and I will find a way to provoke their anger and get them to take the initiative to send troops against me, a 'traitor'. Little by little, I will dismantle the status and power of the orcs in the empire until I can truly control the entire empire. ”

Thrace's idea was not surprising, and it could be summed up as nothing more than a temptation to divide the orcs, break them apart little by little, crush them, and then digest them. This may be a very common method, but common often means that it works, it works!

Emperor Byron had completely let go at this time, and he looked at Thrace carefully, Thrace was stunned for a moment, and sat very upright. Emperor Byron bowed slightly, pointed at Thrace and asked, "Do you want to be shameless?"

This sentence is asked very abruptly, just like a friend who met for the first time on some occasions, this strange friend suddenly asked you, do you eat, it is a little inexplicable, as well as some disgust. But Thrace replied decisively, "Most of the time, I can be shameless." ”

Emperor Byron laughed, why hadn't he found such an interesting person among the orcs before?He sighed for a long time, and finally said to Seret with an inexplicable smile: "Then go and get a father, the lion is a good choice, I noticed that there is a ring of golden body hair around your neck, which is a characteristic of the lion warriors, which is enough to prove that there is a blood relationship between you and the lion." ”

"They will attack you with your blood, but if you elevate their status above you, the hostility will automatically disintegrate. As long as you find your 'father'!"

Thrace was dumbfounded, he thought he was not a novice in politics, but when Emperor Byron said this, he realized that he might just be getting started.

I have to say that this is a very ingenious method, except for humans, no matter how fierce the orcs are, they will not kill their own children, even if they are expelled, it will give them a chance. If he had gone to the Leo Clan to recognize a father, as Emperor Byron had said, the Leo would have a wonderful sense of him. On the one hand, he is a mongrel, and on the other hand, he does exhibit the characteristics of a leonite.

Suddenly, the lion clan has an emperor's son, even if they don't say it, this is a very touching thing!

"I think Lionheart is good, he has ambition and you have needs, he will understand that and at the same time he will not refuse because he is ambitious. ”

While the vast majority of orcs began to move closer to humans, the Lionheart King maintained the wildness of the entire lion race, which is definitely not something that can be explained by wisdom, this is a manifestation of his ambition. He has been working for the empire for so many years, it can be said that he is a loyal minister, but the old emperor thinks that he is paving the way for himself. Charlie's prestige is very high, especially among the orcs, and there are many orcs who are good friends with him, and there are some powerful races among them.

If he can master it well, Charlie will definitely not mind that he suddenly has such a bizarre thing as having an emperor's son. With the help of the status and authority of the lion clan in the orc clan, temporarily stabilize the situation in the empire, as long as the half-orcs complete the transformation in two to three years, who will be the father at that time is another matter. What Thrace lacked now was time, and the old emperor found it for him.

The two of them talked for a long time, until it was completely dark, and there was still some unfinished business. The old emperor told him all the things he wanted to do but did not dare to do all these years, and he hoped that Thrace could try to implement some of these ideas if he had the opportunity. When the old emperor was in power, there were too many constraints, the orc race on the surface and the secret one, the human nobles who harbored selfish intentions, and many ideas for the benefit of the country and the people all disappeared in the veto of these people.

What he could not do, he hoped Thrace would be able to do, because he could see that Thrace had more courage and determination than he could accomplish those great feats!

"Great Thrace, a surrender from the representatives of humanity in the imperial capital, who want to be able to get your promise. A half-orc woman, not much slimmer than a man, shouted loudly outside the tent. Some orc females have some powerful orc genes in their bloodline, so they are born burly and are no worse than male orcs in battle.

Among the Thracian guards, there are some orc women, not that he is a demon in the color, female orcs have more delicate attention than men, and are much more careful than men in terms of guard work.

Thrace and Emperor Byron looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

Just before, they had discussed how this battle would end, and the old emperor, who knew the aristocratic face, insisted that these guys would surrender and sacrifice the city by tomorrow morning at most. As long as Thrace does not harm their interests, or less harms their interests, they will accept Thracian rule at the first time. Anyway, in whose house is it not to be a nobleman? There is no need to hang yourself from a tree.

Thrace became relaxed, the walls of the imperial capital were not only high, but also very thick, and a large amount of food and weapons were stored in the city, so it was impossible for a few thousand people to conquer the city. Maybe the orc warriors who didn't lose on the frontal battlefield would have been lost in the next siege battle. Fortunately, after waiting for a day, they are finally willing to surrender!

The old emperor could not tell whether he was happy or sad on his face, he was captured in the morning, and in the evening the nobles had already decided to surrender, which was really a mockery and humiliation of his so many years of ruling career.

No one could stop Thrace from reaching the pinnacle of power, and on the third day, the imperial capital opened its gates to welcome the orc army. There was not the slightest conflict during the entire ceremony of entering the city and taking over the city defenses, and all the humans were very cooperative. Thrace also publicly praised the nobles for their outstanding performance in management, hoping that everyone would maintain a restrained and rational attitude towards each other, so that the Terrans and Orcs could live peacefully and harmoniously under the same blue sky.

The commissioner who came from the rear arrived at the imperial capital, and faced Thrace, who had already knocked on the door of the imperial capital, and the commissioner was very frustrated to report what had happened here. Soon, the entire orc race learned of the news, and almost all capable orcs began to move closer to the imperial capital, ready to witness Thrace's accession to the throne. And where there was still resistance, the rebellion gradually subsided, the orcs took over the local defense work, and the entire Byron Empire tended to be calm.

A week later, all the middle and high-level members of the House of Hope arrived in the imperial capital. Although many of them were not very happy, they had to attend the enthronement ceremony in Thrace. As everyone knows, the so-called United Council of Orcs has died in name only. This group of "big shots" who have been in power for less than a week can only force a smile and watch the much-anticipated Thrace step by step onto the altar!

The night before Thrace's accession to the throne, Oprah staggered back to his temporary home, a former count's estate, drunk. Most of the orcs who have just completed the "liberation" cause have not yet been completely corrupted and degenerate, and they still maintain a high enthusiasm and pure attitude, so there are no orc servants in the manor. Most of the maids and attendants left here are the maids and attendants left by the previous master.

He threw up, took a bath with the help of his attendants, and was somewhat sober. When he staggered up from the bathtub and walked back to the bedroom with a yukata on, he was suddenly startled, and his face became a little strange.

"What are you doing here?", he looked at the smiling Sistine sitting at the round table, and immediately showed a look of disgust on his face.

Thrace had become lustful and had an absolute relationship with this guy called Sistine, and if it weren't for him and the hateful Desi, Thrace wouldn't have become so authoritarian and authoritarian as it is now. He didn't give Sistine any good looks, snorted coldly and walked outside the closet, took a few clothes casually, and put them on his body haphazardly.

Facing Oprah with an impatient face, Sistin had a smile on his face.

He picked up the teapot on the table and got two cups of fragrant fruit tea, "I'm here to solve the problem that bothers you, isn't this what you want most now?" ”