The Thrace has not only seen such a thing as a gold coin, but has also owned it. This small piece of metal made of precious metal is imbued with a deadly magic, whether it is its color, its luster, or the sound it produces when it falls to the ground or collides with each other, it always attracts all the attention of the intelligent beings around it. Many people have had the dream that one day they will lie down in the sea of gold coins and swim and finally drown in countless gold coins.

Dreams are dreams because the moment you open your eyes, you don't have anything more than loss.

But today, all dreams have come true.

Fifty thousand gold coins, five heavy iron boxes filled with glittering golden cuties, Thrace felt like she was about to run out of breath. He lay down in front of a box, burying his face in the heavy box, feeling the contact between his skin and the gold coin, feeling the excitement that came from the depths of his soul!

50,000 gold coins!

He didn't know how Wren had transported the 50,000 gold coins during the war, and he didn't want to know, it had nothing to do with him.

The hands stroking the gold coin were like caressing the skin of a lover, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

With this money, weapons and armor, it is easy to organize a group of orcs who are not afraid of death. As he thought, the orcs were already living in hell, and there was nothing left to make them more afraid, even death. Perhaps, death is a relief for them, and they no longer need to suffer humiliation from other races, nor do they need to carry the burden of family survival on their own shoulders.

Perhaps the moment they lay down before death, all orcs would get instant satisfaction.

If you are not afraid of death, death has become a relief, so fighting is not a problem.

Thrace remembered what Wren had said to him, that no one is necessarily humble at the moment of birth, and that he would wash away all his shame and change the color of the sky with his own blood and that of all his countrymen!

He said to himself, I am Thrace, the future king of the orcs, and no one can stop the rise of the orcs!

Wren lit a fire and ran, not knowing if it would turn into a raging flame that burned all of Byron, or if it would be extinguished by a basin of water when it wasn't burning. It's not something he cares about, it's like casually inserting some willow branches by the river, whether it can grow into a big tree, he doesn't care at all.

After leaving the city of Charna, Wren continued north, and then he needed to continue to build on his reputation within the Empire. There is no doubt that attacking the enemy is the most effective and fastest way.

The reason why he didn't choose to stick to the victory pass was that he also had his own considerations. Once he chooses to stick to the victory pass, the pressure on Byron's side will be doubled, and at that time, the Byron emperor will definitely send all the elite to recapture the victory pass. Even if he used up all his forces and killed all his brain cells to hold the victory level, people would only say that he held the victory level.

Both holding on and attacking have their important strategic significance, and there are even many times when a series of strategic effects brought about by holding a certain area are far more important than attacking. But for ordinary civilians and some privileged classes who like to watch the excitement and listen to the good news, it is clear that attacking is more exciting than holding on! They like to hear news such as "Our team has captured XX City again" or "We have just defeated XX Legion", rather than "We have tried our best to hold XX level".

Therefore, it is impossible for Wren to put himself in the victory level and wait for Byron's elite army to brush up on his experience in turns, and let go of the victory level, and he will be free. He doesn't even need to occupy a certain city, it's enough to burn and loot.

When the news reaches the country, the stupid civilians will cheer!

On the third day of early May, Wren finally joined up with the main army after a brief tour of several cities.

The series of changes caused by the turmoil in the city of Nedea is still fermenting, and the Byron Empire officials have not yet figured out whether it was Wren or the mission that infiltrated the city and attacked the city's warehouses, or whether the mercenaries who were as greedy and vicious as coyotes attacked the warehouses. The reason they couldn't be sure until now was that they hadn't caught many of the really important big guys, and the minions were all doing what they were told, and they didn't know what was behind it.

So for a while, the royal family made a noise, demanding that all mercenary regiments must be registered in the official place, and all mercenary groups that are not registered will be regarded as rogues. After the implementation of this order, the civilian armed forces within the entire Byron Empire jumped for a while.

Of course, this doesn't have much to do with Wren anymore. He spends money, others do things, and it is a matter of course, not to mention who owes whom.

After converging with the Barbarians, Wren's first target was the third large city in the north, Togo Mar. Togo Mal is one of the granaries of the north, nearly sixty percent of the grain in the entire north will be stored here after harvesting, and the reason is that there are waterways, which can directly reach the core of the Byron Empire, and the transportation is very convenient.

Togo's long-standing defense is not strong, just like all those who think they are lucky always feel that luck will favor them again in the face of disaster. The defenders and lords of Togo Mar were not very worried about anyone attacking the city, and the reason was simple, Togo Mar was not strategically important, the only thing they had here was food, and it was still poor!

Eighteen pirates died, and your ancestral grave was blown up!

The first thing that needs to be recognized is that food does not equal money. Grain can only be exchanged for enough money after it is sold, the most common race in Togo Mar is the half-orcs, the half-orcs are known for their poverty, almost all of them are farmland around Togo Mar, all of which are handed over to the half-orcs to plant, and at the same time, a large number of half-orc laborers are also gathered in the city, and they will send a large amount of grain to the core of the empire through the waterway, and then directly deposit it in the central bank of the empire after the settlement in the hinterland of the empire.

In Togo, apart from the orcs lining the streets, there are probably only grain middlemen who don't have much money on them. The whole city is like a huge free shipping store, except for food, only food remains.

The reason why Wren chose to attack here is very simple, burning Togo Mar will have a certain impact on the entire war situation of the Byron Empire, and at the same time, it can also bring a lot of prestige to himself, plus the city's defense is empty, this is the most perfect plan.

The weather in May is already very warm, even in the north, the temperature rises to seventeen or eighteen degrees. In the darkness of the night, the patrolling soldiers on the city walls walked and stopped with unmoving steps, yawning. Cities that have not been at war for three hundred and seventy-five years have long forgotten what vigilance is.

A heavy cloud slowly obscured the moonlight, and the whole city was plunged into darkness. As the temperature rises, the humid air currents from the south make the northern clouds more abundant, and after the rain only a few days ago, the whole city has a special sense of freshness.

Under the cover of darkness, a group of black shadows quickly approached the city wall, and the soldiers on the city wall did not even notice this group of people. In fact, they can't be blamed, the black barbarians who take off their clothes without a trace of them are born with excellent protective colors, and instinctively blend into the dark environment.

A rope was thrown against the wall with a snap, and the sharp hook hooked the angle between the wall stacks, and the rope was tensed violently, without making much noise.

About two minutes later, a black brute with a short sword in his mouth and a red fruit crawled up along the rope, he bent down to put his weight down, and slowly touched the wall towards the patrol with his back to him not far away. After he came up, many black barbarians climbed the wall one after another, and the black barbarians who had lived in the forest since childhood climbed such a city wall, which was as simple as eating and drinking.

The twenty or so people did not even wear shoes, and they bent over and trotted without making the slightest sound, and when they were almost about to stick to the patrol, the first black brute pressed his body and rushed forward. He was as nimble as an ape, his left arm around the neck of the last man on the patrol, his feet on the man's waist. He plunged the short sword in his right hand directly into the man's chest, and with a vigorous stir, the soldier shuddered twice and fell limply.

Only then did the black man land on his feet, and his hands passed under the soldier's armpits, and he was lifted up. The thin-looking black brute was completely hidden behind the soldier, and his right leg pressed against the corpse's right leg and kicked forward, and the corpse took a step forward.

The second-to-last soldier glanced sideways and looked back, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

At this time, the second black barbarian was like the black barbarian in front, his body was low, and he swooped violently, and the whole soldier was strangled like a bow, and a sword was also inserted in his chest, and he couldn't even shout a voice before he went to see the goddess of nature.

In less than three minutes, the entire patrol team was quickly killed. Of course, the last few were solved in an instant when everyone rushed up.

Some Desi climbed up as well. They changed into the clothes of a patrol dressed upside down and began their first "vigil" in a foreign land.

Those Byron people in the city probably couldn't have imagined that in just half an hour, the city had already been captured!

Wren gave them only one order, and that was to burn!

Soon, a little fire was connected, and nearly two-thirds of the whole city were on fire, and fire oil and dried grain were the best fuel aids, and if it hadn't rained a few days ago, I'm afraid the fire would have spread faster!

Early the next morning, the entire Byronic Empire was shaken.

The entire city of Mal, Togo, was burned to the ground, and in addition to food, tens of thousands of people are said to have died in the fire, most of them orcs.

Emperor Byron was furious, and the official was removed from his post and imprisoned, awaiting his release.

Among them is the captain of the kamikaze!