"Have you thought of respecting me when you've already decided to tell me?", Thrac's tone became much heavier, his heart bleeding in the face of the betrayal of his comrades who had fought together. He also knew that he and these orcs were on two separate paths after all. They want a stable life, blinded by the chaos in front of them, and they don't understand what kind of world this is.

If you don't hold a bayonet in your hand, if you don't raise the bayonet and stab at the enemy, then the enemy will stab you with a bayonet!

There is no illusion at all in a world as cruel as the jungle, and he understands this deeply, so he is unwilling to give up the hard-won good situation. Even if there is a truce, it will not be until humanity has been completely defeated.

Oprah's annoying laugh came from the other side of the microphone, "We have a lot of respect for you and what you've done for the orcs, so you're not only a Speaker, but also a permanent honorary advisor to the Orc United Council. ”

"Of course, this is not my thoughts and opinions alone, but the thoughts shared by all. In addition, I have to inform you that, based on the results of the vote held by the First Half-Orc United Council, we agreed that you must stop the war, and we will then send diplomats to contact the royal family of humanity to end this pointless battle as soon as possible. This is not an inquiry, but a result, and we hope you will sensibly await the arrival of our correspondent. ”

"Dream!", Thrace pressed the microphone the magic sound box, he took a few steps back and forth, and immediately revised the original siege battle, which was not very strong, and he needed to see the results in two or three days.

At this time, the Sistin did not sleep peacefully, and he was also using the magic sound box to communicate with His Majesty Wren, the emperor of the Desi Empire.

"That's the way it is at the moment, I still have two scrolls in my hand to deal with. And are you sure you want to do that? If we can control Thrace, then we will have more benefits. ”

Wren asked him to find a way to ensure that Thrace could break into the imperial capital of the Byron Empire, preferably by killing the Emperor and the royal family of the Byron Empire, and that he would need to consult with the Speakers of the Orc United Council.

It's not fighting, it's just talking, that's what he's best at.

Once Thrace has completely defeated the humans, Thrace will have an unshakable position and authority in the orc race, and even if there is a joint council of orcs, it will not be enough for Thrace to clean up a word. Wren had met and talked to Thrace, and he remembered Thrace as a very determined and courageous leader. He doesn't stick to a certain so-called tradition, and he doesn't forget his identity and race when he sees the benefits, he is a guy with a flexible mind and at the same time a charismatic person.

Once such a person really overthrows the rule of mankind, his ambition to be locked in a cage will swell.

What's next?

Fight, keep fighting, until he becomes the new ruler, and then he will set his sights on the Desi Empire. Throughout the initial stage of any empire in any plane, it is often also the period when the armed forces of the empire are at their strongest, and continuous victories will arm ordinary soldiers and generals, making them proud and formidable. Victory after victory gave them the illusion that they could punch a hole in the sky.

Add to that the prestige that the rulers have accumulated, and this will be a gigantic war machine that feels terrifying!

It is not until they encounter their first defeat that they will calm down and their invincible legion will come to their senses. Wren is not willing to be the one who makes them lose the first time, there is a better and more perfect way, why make something that is actually very simple so complicated and changeable?

So for the human rule of the Byron Empire to be overthrown, Thrace must also die.

One loses the position of leader of the races, the other loses the leader, and the humans and orcs will fight to the end. They are unlikely to bow their heads, because the cost of bowing is too heavy. At the same time, both sides are fighting separately under the leadership of the various mountain generals who are hungry for profit without the command of their leaders. Without unified scheduling, mutual distrust, and no overall grand strategy, the two sides will fight endlessly like a servant fight.

It will even involve some orcs and make the entire Byron Empire a mess. At that time, the Desi Empire only needs to continue to support the weak side to ensure the balance of power of multiple parties, and there is no need for a single soldier, and the Byron Empire will decline rapidly until it is annexed by the Desi Empire!

As for those federal merchants, don't worry about them, the small federal country can be wiped out in a snap, as long as the Byron Empire is annexed, the federation will naturally choose to integrate into the big family of the Desi Empire.

That was Wren's plan, but the Sistin clearly had his ideas. He believed that if Thrace could be reasonably and reliably restrained, and Thrace could be turned into the spokesman for the interests of the Desi Empire, it would be more appropriate to seize the interests of the Desi Empire. As long as the Weimar corridor is held in his hands, the Desi can go directly east to Byron at any time, and with the Weimar corridor and the victory pass, it is equivalent to choking Byron's neck.

What's more, the orcs won't watch the orcs climb on top of their heads, so there is an irreconcilable contradiction between the orcs and the orcs themselves, and it only takes a little provocation and commitment to make some impulsive orcs attack the orcs.

At this time, the Desi Empire did not need to worry about the chaos on Byron's side at all, and could gather superior forces and directly break into the center of the desert, defeat the Full Moon People, and completely destroy the Desert Empire. Later, with a great victory, he swept through the entire Byron Empire, annexed the Federation, and completed the unification of the entire continent.

The Sistines had also heard that on the other side of the ocean, there was a huge continent inhabited by all sorts of people, and it was not necessary that the time would not have left them untouched.

Of course, he was only an ambassador, he was not an emperor, and he could not be the lord of Wren, so Wren's demands he had to listen to and obey.

After putting down the microphone, he looked at the quiet magic sound box, shaking his head and smiling.

When he used to work for those nobles, the nobles said "We absolutely trust you", and on the other hand, they were wary of him, if it wasn't for the fact that there was no way to leave the threat of the aristocratic group, he would have secretly run away a long time ago. It's different now, since working for Wren, he feels that this is the real enjoyment, Wren's trust in him has almost no bottom line and reservations, and even puts him in charge of all actions within the Byron Empire.

This kind of trust made him feel like a fish in water, he no longer needed to deal with the stupid nobles of the aristocratic group for a constant idea, and he did not need to be investigated by the aristocratic group because of the slightest change.

Now he is what he really wants to live!

Early the next morning, the horn of the assembly sounded over the camp, and the orcs were more conscious than the human soldiers who looked like the old man. The horn sounded only once, and all the orc phalanxes were already formed, and after the orcs in charge of logistics distributed the day's drinking water and food to each soldier for the day, Thrace nodded, he knew that it was time to fight.

He rarely gave meaningless battle speeches before a battle to motivate the orcs, because he knew that the blood of anger and hatred ran through the unequal treatment of the orcs, and the soldiers would fight with all their might without saying a word, and would not take a step back until they died.

But today, he felt that he should say something, especially after the betrayal of those companions in the rear.

Looking at the black oppressive phalanx, his stomach was full of words, he took a deep breath, walked to the improvised wooden platform, and asked loudly: "Is your blood cold? Has your hatred been extinguished? Has your anger collapsed?"

He was answered with an explosive "no", and the "no" converged into a torrent of sound, causing the scavengers who had stayed on the battlefield all night to run away with their tails curled up. There is a volcano that is about to erupt in the sound, and it can erupt with a bang at any time.

Looking at these soldiers with fighting spirit on their faces, Thrace nodded with great satisfaction, "Yes, no, my blood is still boiling, my anger is still burning, my hatred has never wavered!, therefore, we are going to fight there!", he raised his arm and pointed to the solemn imperial capital in the light behind him, "We want those damned humans to taste the shame, pain and anger they have inflicted on us!"

"But, just last night, I was told that I shouldn't start such a war, that we should sit down and have a good talk with humanity and then shake hands. They actually want me to face those human beings who have slaughtered our brothers and sisters countless times and humiliated us countless times, and they actually want me to smile at them against my conscience!", he waved his arms vigorously, and the circles of facial hair could not hold the color of his face dyed red with anger, "I can't do it! Let those half-orc compatriots who have betrayed our faith take a good look, we are invincible, half-orcs are invincible!"

"Half-orc, never compromise!"

"Let us use the weapons in our hands and the blood of the enemy to write our own future!"

"Go to battle, my warriors!"

The hoarse roar raised the morale of the orcs by leaps and bounds once more, and each orc roared, flapping his shield and armor, and walked towards the majestic and solemn imperial capital with neat steps. Today, they want to let the enemy truly understand the greatness and horror of the orcs, make those humans tremble under their sharp weapons, and use the lives lost by the enemy to regain the dignity they once lost!

Today is destined to leave the most dazzling page in history, because on this day, the orcs finally really stood up!

In the imperial capital not far away, Emperor Byron, alarmed by the roar of the orcs, is putting on new shining armor with the help of his guards. He gently removed the crown from his head and placed it on a plate of red velvet. At this time, he also realized that it was time to fight hard.

The moment Kurmatus' defensive circle was broken, he knew that this might be a hurdle that he couldn't get over.

The goddess of fate no longer favored him, and the glory of the goddess of nature was removed from him, perhaps this is why the dragon island closed the long bridge, and they did not want to get involved in a war that was bound to lose.

Powerful human soldiers could not stop the orcs from advancing, and as the emperor, he seemed to have seen the end.

He was advised to leave the imperial capital immediately and go to the Western Front, where there were still some forces loyal to the imperial family. As long as we can get rid of the current predicament, we may not have a chance to make a comeback in the future. But this proposal was rejected by him, and he would rather die here, outside the imperial capital, than be a fugitive emperor. He didn't want to be the most shameful of the incompetent emperors in the history books in the future, and he wanted to leave a glorious enough record for himself because of his death.

At the very least, he was a brave emperor, even if in the history books, or in the mouths of some scholars, he would turn out to be a stupid emperor.

Walking back and forth with his sword in his hand, he looked at the generals who were still loyal to him with a smile, and exhaled a cloudy breath, "It's time to go, my heroes!"

The siege did not come as expected, and Emperor Byron, like an idiot, actually lined up outside the imperial capital and faced the orcs. In the mouths of the federal merchants, Emperor Byron has become a representative of stupidity, he actually gave up the siege battle and chose to line up, is his mind full of?

But there was also someone who appreciated his actions very much, and this person was Thrace.

Perhaps it was his experience that allowed him to read the practices of some people, and the moment he saw Emperor Byron appear on the battlefield on a snow-white war horse, he was really shocked by Emperor Byron's courage and decisiveness.

This is a respectable enemy, and despite all the bad things he has done to the orcs, at this moment, on this battlefield, he is worthy of respect.

The phalanxes of the two sides collided directly without any tactical command, and from the first second, a bloody and cruel battle broke out instantly!

Humans are falling, orcs are dying at the hands of the enemy's sword, and no one in the battle can say that they will never die. Even those visitors from the other world were seriously injured in the war, and two people died. The surging phalanx was like a huge grinding disc, throwing the material called the warrior into the grinding eye, grinding out fine flesh, as well as blood.

When the number of human soldiers became fewer and fewer, Emperor Byron drew the golden sword at his waist with more symbolic meaning than it actually did, and rushed into the battle array with a flick of the reins.