In the rear of the orcs, unlike the fierceness of the fierce battles on the front line, in this room, which can be said to be silent, several orcs sat scattered in a row, smoking cigarettes in their mouths.

The cigarettes were also sent by Wren, he is not the father of the orcs, the orcs have no blood relationship with him, if it were not for the orcs to threaten the stable rule of the Byron Empire, Wren would not support the rebellion of the orcs. He wanted to see a protracted battle, in which the orcs and the humans of the Byron Empire fought with the orcs to the last drop of blood.

It's just that the speed and momentum of this battle caught Wren a little off guard, the humans of the Byron Empire are simply too weak, and it seems that they will not be able to support it for even half a year before they will be pushed down by the orcs from the position of the dominant race. In order to make it difficult for the orc to become the new ruler of the Byronic Empire, he always has to use some very simple, but extremely effective means, to do something.

Cigarettes, luxury, are just some of the plans.

Enjoyment is a very strange feeling, and in the process of enjoyment intelligent beings become lazy and indecisive. Enjoyment makes them more concerned about the immediate gains and losses, rather than focusing on the not-so-distant future. Enjoyment is a kind of corruption, any intelligent creature with an independent personality and thoughts, once corrupted, the guilt will make them pull more people into the water, and use this group behavior effect to alleviate their guilt.

The high-ranking members of the House of Hope, who had not been out of their lowly status for a long time, had already put on soft robes and delicate leather shoes, and they not only bathed every day, but also hired someone to take care of the black hair on their faces. They had to eat fine food from the Federation, drink fine wine from the Desi Empire, smoke cigarettes that were exported to the domestic market, and live like the nobles of high society.

That's why they're sitting together now.

The structure of the House of Hope is relatively simple, with Thrace as president, three vice-presidents, and about twenty high-ranking members. These men formed the Provisional Government of the Orcs, who were in charge of fighting and development in almost the entire country. They should have firmly followed in the footsteps of Thrace and completely overthrew the ruling class of the empire, but at this time, they did not think so.

"If we do overthrow the human regime, then the next thing may be very bad. Speaking was Oprah, one of the three vice presidents. This guy used to be a staunch pro-militant, or rather, all the people here used to be staunch pro-militant. During those days of living in despair, all the orcs agreed that there was no other way to change the status and fate of the orcs except war, so all of them had a determined heart to fight.

Oprah exhaled a puff of smoke, almost lying on the couch, his eyes squinting, his eyes lost focus in the narrow slit of his eyes, "The orcs will not welcome us as the new dominant race, once Thrace has such an idea and puts it into action, I am afraid that the orcs who choose to wait and see now will regard us as enemies." He smiled, and there seemed to be a ...... in his laughter The superiority of intelligence, "The overthrow of a weak race like humanity has cost us a lot of warriors, but what about more and more powerful orcs than humans? How many people do we have to sacrifice? a million, or two million or more?"

He shook his head and sighed, "Duke Greybeard has millions of combat power, not to mention those powerful and numerous orc races, once we fight them head-on, I'm afraid our casualties will be very heavy." If we sacrifice too many people, they may wipe us out, which is definitely not what we want to see. The reason why we have risen up against the power of humanity is not that we want to be the race that dominates the Byronic Empire, but that we need to be treated fairly and justly. ”

"We have all of this now, don't we? No one will enslave us anymore, no one will despise beating us, and we don't need to drown our children in order to save a mouthful of food. Now that we are living in the kingdom of heaven, what is there not to be satisfied with?"

Oprah's words caused several other high-ranking officials to nod their heads in agreement, and now the life of the orcs is almost like ...... No, they live in the kingdom of heaven! They have fulfilled their dreams that they thought they would never be able to accomplish, so why keep fighting? Isn't it the right thing to do to consolidate what they have now? Peace is what the orcs need more than war.

"But in that wooden head of Thrace, I'm afraid there is nothing but hatred left in it, and it's almost impossible to communicate!", another high-ranking person couldn't help but complain.

They had communicated with Thrace several times before this, giving many examples and repeatedly persuading. It is enough for the orcs to have the current territory and power. As long as the Byronic Empire can admit what they have, is there any need to continue fighting? Is it necessary to turn the world upside down, to make more warriors die in a senseless war?

The truth was said so much, but it is a pity that Thrace did not listen to a word, not only did not slow down the offensive, but increased the intensity of the war. Look, in just a blink of an eye, he has already reached the periphery of the imperial capital, as long as it takes a while, I am afraid that the imperial capital will also be taken by him. When that day came...... I'm afraid the orcs won't have an easy time.

They will most likely become destitute again.

"He's still too greedy for power...... someone teased without smiling, this idea is very marketable among the orcs and factions. All the things the orcs hoped for were already in possession at this moment, and there was no point in continuing the battle, while the war continued. The only explanation is that Thrace had a strong desire for power, and he wanted to be able to control the entire empire.

This is selfish desire, a chilling lust!

The room fell silent once more, Thrace's special status made the vast majority of irrational orcs believe everything he said, and were willing to follow in his steadfast footsteps to create a better future.

Reality is good enough, what better future can we look forward to?

"We can't let him do this nonsense, the House of Hope is not his alone, it's ours!", Oprah took the last puff of his cigarette and threw his pipe to the ground, the splash of sparks reflected in his eyes, making his eyes seem to be bright for a moment, "If we don't stop him, none of us know where he's going to take us, and we don't know what kind of future we're going to have." ”

"What's more!", he rolled over and sat up at once, and opened his eyes, "The excessive concentration of power is a disservice to all of us, and now the orcs only know Thrace, but not the House of Hope, which is not what we originally expected. He waved his fist, "We've got so much, it's time to change something!"

"What do you want to change? are you going to be Thracian?, or get him out of power?", Oprah frowned in a flirtatious tone of the speaker, "Okay, we should recognize the reality, now the orcs will only listen to Thrace, they don't care about our thoughts and opinions at all." ”

"Then let them pay attention!", Oprah stood up and took a few steps back and forth, "I think the Desi did a good job before, they used the parliamentary way to solve the disadvantages of concentrating power on one person, and we can do the same!"

"Didn't he say he would respect the wishes of all orcs?

Opposite Oprah, an aging half-orc asked, "What if he doesn't want to?"

A cold glint flashed in Oprah's eyes, "He'll agree!"

Thrace, who was on the front lines fighting for the cause of the orcs, would not have known that behind him, the people he trusted the most were trying to change his mind. In fact, he also knew very well that after laying enough territory, some orcs had become inflated, and they even wanted to live by guarding the territory they already owned, which was undoubtedly a very, very stupid perception.

Orcs have formed a mortal enmity with humans, and this hatred is absolutely unbreakable by no one or any force. Now that humanity is at a disadvantage, of course they will agree to any conditions offered by the orcs, and once they wait for humans to find enough capital, they will not hesitate to tear up the contract and start a war again. His compatriots seem to have forgotten in just a few months what people once looked like they were, how humans humiliated them, how they deceived them, how they bullied them.

Thrace can only regard not hearing these voices in the race, and he has only one thought now, that is, to completely defeat the human forces within the Byron Empire, and make humans the lowest level of society, so that they can never turn over.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the situation in Byron after breaking the imperial capital and stepping down from the throne, his escort pushed a small car over, on which was placed the magic sound box, which made a clear sound in the vibration, and the magic resonance made the air above the magic sound box slightly distort, and at the same time glowed dark blue.

The Desi people are really too smart, Thrace sighed, who would have thought that such a small thing could communicate with people from far away. Many orcs think that the Desi are a weak race, but they don't understand that these guys with muscles in their heads are the real weak race.

The guard saluted and stepped back, Thrace taking a breath and lifting the microphone of the magic sound box.

This is already the second generation of the magic sound box, according to Wren's opinion, and those powerful mages from other planes have joined the Imperial Research Institute, the volume of the magic sound box is only two-thirds of the first generation, and the appearance has also changed greatly, more like the old black turntable phone that Wren put on his desk every day in his previous life.

"I'm Thrace!"

There was a moment of silence in the microphone before a familiar voice came, "Dear leader, I'm Oprah, good evening." ”

Thrace was obviously relieved to hear the other party claiming to be Oprah, he was afraid that the initiator of the call was the Sistin, or the merchants of the Commonwealth.

"You're welcome, Oprah, is there anything to do with me so late?", Thrace pushed the cart to the edge of the tent, and opened the curtain on the tent, revealing a small window. The brightly lit imperial capital in the distance was close at hand, and if it weren't for the killer weapon that Sistin came up with, everyone lost the desire and morale to fight after that moment, I am afraid that he would have ordered his soldiers to start attacking the city in the afternoon.

His gaze drifted a little, remembering many things from before. The bustling city in front of me belonged to humans, to orcs, but never to half-orcs, not even sympathy. The city does not allow any orcs to enter the city in any way, and anyone who finds an orc in the city can kill them at will.

But in just a few days, he will conquer the city!

The voice in the microphone pulled him back from his longing to reality, "That's the case, can you not attack the imperial capital for the time being?" I think we should think about it calmly. ”

Thrace's expression changed slightly, but his voice remained the same as before, "What are you thinking?"

"Let go of hatred and prejudice and let peace and tranquility return to the land. If you don't know what to do, I think I can serve as a messenger to convince the Human Emperor, and I will talk to him personally. ”

On the other side of the Magic Sound Box, Oprah, who was silent, knew that he could not convince Thrace, who was as stubborn as before, and some disgust grew in his heart. This ignorant orc, as if he had persecuted him for peace, had betrayed the original principles of the House of Hope by rejecting the bright future so resolutely, he was a traitor, betraying all orcs.

Oprah, who was unwilling to wait any longer, sneered and continued, "There is another thing that I think should inform you. Starting this afternoon, we ...... You know, we formed the Orc Council, and there were thirty-two seats. Among them, there are eight seats for the speaker and twenty-four seats for the councillors, and the lack of people has been filled by the orcs. We have always believed that the fate and future of the orcs should be in our own hands, what do you say?"

This is an interesting interrogative sentence, and to say yes is tantamount to acquiescing in Oprah's establishment of the Orc United Council in disguise. If it is not right, then Thrace is equivalent to admitting that he wants one person to hold all the power, and use the wisdom of one person to decide the fate and future of millions of half-orcs.

Either way, he didn't want to see it.

In the face of such a sudden change, Thrace could not remain silent!