The orcs have killed!

It's like a ghost joke told in broad daylight, and no one would think that the orcs would have the courage to challenge the main race of the Byronic Empire, but they did it, and it was definitely a dangerous signal, a signal that it would never be allowed to happen again.

The jackal bit the lion, and the lion graciously ignored the jackal, but the jackal would not think that it was because of the lion's generosity that he escaped. The jackal will think that it is because the lion is old and can no longer bite, and its own strength, so that the lion is timid and does not dare to do anything to it. In this case, the jackal will definitely not leave so simply, it will gather more of its kind to encircle this huge food.

So when a jackal dares to challenge the majesty of a lion, the best thing to do is to extinguish the jackal's unrealistic ideas right away!

When a few small races dominate a large number of races, the only way to do so is through a policy of repression. This is not the original invention of anyone, no matter which world or part of history, it is nothing more than this. It is only this cruel and brutal way of ruling that can keep the position of the ruler unchallenged.

Emperor Byron even put aside his attention to the mission and Wren because of this, and mobilized men to carry out a selective purge of the orcs.

"The House of Hope, a half-orc organization, is very dangerous, and from today onwards, the House of Hope is classified as a dangerous cult and will be purged throughout the empire. All members of the House of Hope, even if they were, must be cleansed. Such dangerous organizations, and their dangerous ideas, should not exist within the Empire. I'm giving you a month to see the complete destruction of this organization, and that Lacey, I'm going to see his head. Emperor Byron rarely didn't show a smile, he was too angry, and at the same time extremely nervous and afraid.

If a large number of orcs are unwilling to accept the current treatment and stand up against the Empire, then the rule of the royal family will definitely be shaken, and the entire social system will also change dramatically. Among the many races of the Byronic Empire, humans were not actually the dominant race. Indeed, many times people or other races will say that the potential of human beings is very strong, and those seventh-level and eighth-level professionals are enough to make orcs feel fear.

But in the entire Byron Empire, how many seventh- and eighth-level professionals are there?

And how many so-called half-orcs who don't have much potential, but are relatively powerful at birth?

Yes, in many cases, extreme forces can change things, but don't forget that quantitative changes can cause qualitative changes.

Once the orcs discover that neither humans nor orcs are as sacrosanct as they imagined, then the joke will be a big deal.

"Your Majesty, how can you distinguish between ordinary orcs and those dangerous elements?", the head of the Imperial Guard Agency asked, and the matter most likely ended up on his head.

At this time, Emperor Byron finally had a little old smile on his face, "If you think he is, then he is!"

"When cleansing those dangerous orcs, tell him and the other orcs why they died, why they were treated the way they did. All because of the House of Hope, because of Thrace. Don't blame the Empire, don't blame us, blame Thrace. ”

A vigorous purge quietly began, and a large number of orcs were identified as dangerous elements and killed because they were ugly or unpleasant. The entire orc race was in constant fear, and they wouldn't even want to leave their homes if it weren't for their stomachs. To go out means danger, great danger.

When Wren summoned the High Priest through his staff, and with the help of the High Priest, he quickly transferred directly from the ice fields in Byron to the Ice Fields of the Salmer Mountains in the Orlando Empire, the first large-scale orc uprising broke out in the Frontier City.

More than 300,000 half-orcs, led by Thrace, used hatred as the motivation for their battle, quickly repelled the defenders of the city defending the border, occupied the fortress connecting the Byronic Empire and the Federation, and opened a new era!

End of book!

But no.

It was the same last time.

Nengalel had just entered Milin City, and along the way, he had felt the malice and wariness of the lords and lords of various cities. He knew why, but he still had to do it. A nouveau riche in the eyes of the northern aristocracy has been transformed into a new golden nobleman, and this great temptation completely dominates him, which is his motivation and his pursuit.

Whoever dares to stand in his way in pursuit of a higher level of status and identity will be his enemy, and he will fight with the enemy to the last drop of blood!

Joberg did not come to greet Nengalael on the grounds that he was too ill to leave his bed. Nengalel just smiled at Joberg's childlike play. The general trend is unstoppable, and Joberg's takedown is definitely not something that can be delayed or blocked by the excuse of illness. Even if Wren's problem is not mentioned, just because of his status as a relative of Prince Kant, he is not qualified to continue to sit in this position.

Empress Pars was merciful enough, she did not purge Prince Kant of his power in the first place, and she had already given Joberg a lot of face. If Jolberg really had been interested, he should have taken the initiative to resign when he came to Bell Province. Although his fate may be to go to the imperial capital and be banned, it is better than meeting like this now, which is equivalent to tearing his face. At this point, Joberg was already standing on the edge of the cliff, and he had no way back.

This time Nengalel didn't have much of an entourage, and the two hundred elite guards were enough to ensure his personal safety, and he really didn't believe that Joberg would dare to do anything to him. If Joberg really had such guts, he would have done it as early as when Wren dealt with him, and he would not have become like this, becoming one of the dogs at Wren's feet.

After entering the city of Millin, Nengalel sighed softly, the commerce here was far more prosperous than his southern city, and the merchants and caravans of all kinds on the streets almost never stopped, constantly appearing in his sight, and then disappearing from the side of his vision. Even the most prosperous city in the south is not half as commercial as here.

The best-selling goods in the south are nothing more than dried salted fish with a fouling smell and all kinds of seafood in cans, which have little added value.

"Joberg may not be qualified to be a nobleman, but he is okay to be a city lord. Nengalel casually commented on the guy he was about to meet, and the chief of staff beside him bowed slightly, agreeing with Nengalel's point of view.

The nobles, and the city lords, are actually not the same thing.

If we think of the nobility as the ruler, then the lord of the city is really just the administrator, but this administrator must be the noble. The biggest speculation of Jolberg's life was very successful and very unsuccessful. He put all his capital on Prince Kant, who did bring him five years of infinite scenery, but also laid the root of the curse.

It's hard to tell whether the deal is good or not, there are gains and losses, and there are gains and losses.

Some people have struggled all their lives without glory, but he was able to be beautiful for a few years, and finally he could get a good death, which is already good.

In Nungalaire's eyes, as long as the life is still there, it is not the worst ending.

After passing through the most prosperous streets of Milin City, it led straight to the City Lord's Mansion. As soon as he entered the City Lord's Mansion, Nengalel felt that something was not quite right. It stands to reason that Jolberg should be panicked and restless at this time, and in order to defend his power and position, he should put on a strong feeling. But the entire city lord's mansion was quiet and quiet, and the servants and servants were not different, and some even had a slight smile on their faces.

"My lord, there may be some problems. Nengalel's chief of staff, who was faithfully carrying out his duties, also saw something unusual. No one showed the urgency and nervousness of facing the storm as if nothing had happened, and that wasn't right. You must know that when they left the imperial capital, the wind had already been released.

On the one hand, the purpose of this is to warn Joberg to give up resistance, and on the other hand, it is not without the idea of forcing Joberg to go to extremes.

But now, things seem to be a little different.

Nengalel entered the city lord's palace with four of the most elite guards, and Joberg's butler invited them to the parlor for a while, and Nengalel did not force himself to meet Joberg now. He needed time to think, and he wanted to see what the hell Joberg was up to. He wouldn't take too many risks, and if Joberg really planned to do something dangerous, he would leave himself plenty of ways out.

When faced with the safety of life, Nengalel still knows what to do.

After about five minutes, Joberg walked down the stairs in a well-dressed red face, and from his vigorous steps and the color of his face, he did not seem to be in the slightest bit ill.

"Haha, it's really Your Excellency the Marquis. The laughter was very loud, and the words were also very interesting, Nengalael's face was a little ugly, but Joberg didn't seem to see Nengalale's gloomy face at all, "What a rare guest, what did your Excellency do when you came to my remote town in the south basking in the sun and blowing the sea breeze?"

Nengalel stood up, he straightened his clothes a little, and his half-closed eyes shone fiercely, "Didn't you say you're sick?"

Joberg had already come down the stairs, and he was slightly startled, and replied, "Yes, I am sick." ”

Nengalel smiled and said, "But I ......," he looked Joberg up and down, "I can't tell where you're sick." ”

Joberg stiffened his face, patted his chest, and spat out two words, "Heart!"