"I'll think about it again. Thrace's attitude immediately softened, and he knew very well that if he could not get what he needed from his Sistine, or what the Desi needed from the Emperor of Rennes, they would not hesitate to change their spokesperson. He did have a very special position among the orcs, and some orcs even called him the "Father of Freedom", but he knew very well that if he lost the support of the Sistines and the Federation merchants, he would immediately become the father of freedom.

Freedom comes at a price, and there is never a freedom that doesn't cost anything!

What the orcs eat now, what they use, and everything they have in the rear, comes at a price. Grain doesn't grow just after sowing seeds, and it's impossible to find a weapon that has already been built by knocking on a stone, all of this requires money to buy, and money alone is not enough, but also channels. Nearly 60% of the territory occupied by the orcs belongs to the territory of the orcs, and these are some wastelands.

Where did all the things the orcs need come from? He could bear the infamy after the war was over, but he couldn't give up his current career for fear of it!

No one would have thought that such a war would develop into such a situation until now, including Thrace himself, that the orcs would have such a powerful explosive power and combat effectiveness. In the eyes of many people, including most orcs themselves, such a war between orcs and humans may be a protracted tug-of-war. After all, the orcs had nothing, no money, no supplies, no weapons and armor.

Humans, on the other hand, lack almost nothing. Mountains of grain and weapons encased in thick animal fat in the storehouses are enough to arm all humans to the teeth. Humans also have more sophisticated war command and more rigorous training, and in the face of such a powerful human race, the orcs have no advantage at all.

But no one expected that not only the Desi would step in, but even the Commonwealth, who the Byronians looked down on, would join such a war. With the support of these two sides, the strength of the orcs is like a snowball dropped from the top of a snowy mountain, rolling bigger and bigger, until it causes an avalanche like the end of the world!

In just over three months, almost half of the territory of the Byron Empire has fallen, and battles are still breaking out on the territories that have not fallen, and the flames of war have ignited the entire Byron Empire! Before the war broke out completely, the orcs who were not favored by people almost pushed the human race with an invincible attitude, and until this moment, the orcs were about to march to the imperial capital!

And all of this comes at a price!

The Desi took away the right to trade between the two nations, and the Sistin, in order to glorify such a despicable villain, made the contract a lease rather than a possession. Lend-lease, of course, has a term, and this period is 10,000 years.

10,000 years, is there any difference between this and being possessed?

From Thrace, the Federalists took ownership of the port of Silver Mountain, a trading port as prosperous as Alexandria in the Desi Empire. With the rapid development of shipbuilding technology, the sea route can no longer stop the merchants and gold diggers who dream of wealth, and they even shout the slogan of going to the other side of the sea!

In addition, the pricing power of the Byronic Empire's exports was also at stake. If the war does not end before the end of the year, the Byronic Empire's power to price its exports will be lost to the Sistines and the Confederate merchants through the VAM.

Everything comes at a price.

But the orcs don't know it, they foolishly think that everything now comes from the kind aid of the Desi and the Federal Merchant, who in their eyes are as cute as the messengers of the goddess of nature—all bullshit.

They are the real demons who have crawled out of hell, and they want to divide up the entire Byronic Empire, but Thrace can't do anything about it!

Yes, there is nothing that can be done.

It was precisely because of the existence of those stupid and short-sighted high-ups of the House of Hope that he could not do anything.

Some of them even openly questioned him about how many more orcs he planned to kill or wound before he could stop the war that had been going on because of his inflated desires. Those stupid guys still want to shake hands with humans?

The goddesses of nature are above, they should be hanged!

Oh no, I should say that the god of light is above. In the aid of the outside world, if there is anyone who pays the most and has the least material needs, it must be the church. As long as they believe in God the Father and God of Light, the Church is willing to give them a certain degree of gratuitous war loans in material and monetary terms.

Thrace walked anxiously back and forth, looking at the battlefield from time to time. Groups of half-orcs stepped on the corpses of their companions and climbed over the outermost range of the Kurmatus defensive circle, avoiding the corpses of their fallen companions with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and rushed to the arrow tower in the distance with difficulty. It's less than 200 meters away, but it's like a moat, and it makes people feel desperate!

Just as he was about to get people to stop this senseless suicidal attack, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed dramatically, and the orcs chanted "Holy Maiden", surrounded a little girl, sang the song of freedom, and protected the little girl to the front line of the battlefield.

That's a saint.

The little girl who was rescued with her Thracian daughter, she has terrible spell-casting abilities, and most importantly, she is very sympathetic and sympathetic to the orc's plight, and decides to help the orc win the war. In order to provide her with enough Tiberian hedron to unleash her spell powers, Thrace ceded one of the few iron mines in the Byron Empire to the federal merchants. The Holy Maiden with the Tiberium Hedron has overcome difficulties for the Orcs several times and destroyed the gates of several cities, and she is also revered as the "Holy Maiden"!

The orcs say that she is an apostle sent by the goddess of nature to save the orcs, a beacon to guide the orcs in the dark, and she has a high status, comparable to the prestige of Thrace.

Guarded by the orc warriors, the saint walked within range of the defensive circle, and she floated slowly, the orcs stepping on each other's shoulders, arm to arm, using their bodies to create a meat shield to prevent her from being harmed.

In a series of singing chantings, she was covered in ice and snow, like an ice and snow spirit. When the chanting ended, a crack opened in the orc's flesh wall, and she pointed to the pedestal in the distance, trampling, and in an instant ice and snow appeared around the base of the arrow tower, and began to climb up the arrow tower. In less than a minute, five towers of arrows were covered in frost and could no longer spew arrows!

The morale of the orc legion was instantly boosted, but the holy woman slowly fell to the ground.

Thrace looked at the holy woman, his expression was extremely complicated, and after a while, he shook his head with a wry smile, "Let people blow the trumpet, today's attack ends here." ”

The crooked conch-like horn blew a mellow, deep, and heavy sound, and the whole battlefield was silent. The towers no longer spit out arrows that harvest the lives of orcs, and the orcs began to clean up the battlefield, bringing back the corpses of their companions along with their supplies.

In less than a moment, a powerful orc with his armor almost stained red with blood, and even his hair was wet and tangled with blood, he was angry, glared at Thrace first, and then half-knelt on the ground for a while, bowing his head, "Thrace, why do you want to stop attacking?"

Thrace did not blame him for his offense, but helped him up with his own hands, "The casualties are too great!"

The orc looked unhappy, "It is precisely because the casualties are too great that we should continue to attack! Today, we have finally achieved some results, and we should break through the entire defense line in one go!"

This is a young general, there is no shortage of such brave and not afraid of death among the orcs, they all worship being wounded, and even advocating dying on the battlefield, dying on the road to save their compatriots!

Thrace was silent, but looked at him indifferently for a while before asking, "How many of our compatriots have died today?"

The general opened his mouth and came, "Less than six thousand!"

Thrace's eyes suddenly widened, and a hand grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, his face was hideously twisted, "Less than six thousand? You announced the death of more than five thousand compatriots in a nonchalant tone, don't you feel heartache at all for the death of so many people?", looking at the young general who couldn't breathe and his face had begun to turn ugly, he waved his arm vigorously and threw him to the side.

The general rubbed his neck, stood up, looked at Thrace with a solemn expression, and took off his leather armor and breastplate, revealing his body covered with scars. He slapped his chest hard, and the tendons on his neck tensed one by one, "Am I hiding behind anyone? No! Am I stopped by the fear of death? No! No matter what the battle, I have always been on the front line with my soldiers. I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of failure, but I'm afraid that one day we'll be the same again. I'd rather die on the battlefield, in the pain that orcs have to endure to stand up!"

"You can blame me for being ruthless, but you can't question my heart, no one wants the orcs to live under this starry sky more than me, no one!", his eyes were red, and he strode up to Thrace, almost standing close to him, "What is death? Death is not a thing to fear, if you can exchange the lives of a million and a half orcs for another million and a half orcs to live freely and freely without persecution and abuse, and live on this land equally!"

The flesh on his cheeks shook, "Please count me in!"

Thrace's expression froze, he rubbed his face, his face was full of hair, he couldn't see his face at this time, he apologized to the young general, "I apologize to you for my previous actions, I was too impulsive. As he raised his hand to stop the young general's words, he asked another question: "Do you think it is worth it to exchange something important for our future for victory in this war?

The young general was silent for a moment, knowing that this was a very important and serious question, and there was no room for negligence. After a moment, he replied, "It's worth it, you should do it." ”

"Why?"

"If you don't do it, we don't even have a future!"

"When we have a future, we can get back what we lost!"

A bolt of lightning instantly tore through the fog of Thrace, and his whole person seemed to be sublimated in an instant, understanding many things that he didn't understand, and also thinking through a lot of things that should have been figured out.

Yes, as the young general said, if he doesn't compromise, he won't even have a future, so what's the future! At this moment, he even thought about how to tear up the contract with the Desi and the federal merchants, as long as the orcs rule this empire, he will become a sinner of the orc race, then all the contracts signed by this sinner can be nullified.

He doesn't care what happens to him in the future, he only cares about the future of the orcs!

"I think I get it. Thrace patted the young general on the shoulder, "Thank you for helping me and giving everyone a rest, the battle will continue in the afternoon!"

The young general immediately held his head high, as proud as he had come, and proud when he went.

The expression on Thrace's face became relaxed, and the Sistin was told that he had a big deal to talk to the Sistin.

"Dear Monsieur Thrace, have you changed your mind?", Sistin was still smiling, and did not seem to feel the slightest embarrassment for the small confrontation before, Wren liked him for this, he had enough courage and delicate mind, he could judge the situation, and he was shameless enough.

Thrace nodded, "I promised, we can sign a contract, as long as I become the emperor of the Byron Empire, then the victory pass can also be leased to you, the same period is 10,000 years!", Sistinian had an excited expression on his face, and before he could express his position, Thrace continued: "I made a mistake during this time, a very serious mistake, and I need to apologize to you. ”

"You are such a great leader. "So when do you need to open a path to the throne?"

Thrace did not hesitate at all, "Today, noon!"

Soon the contract was signed under the envious and jealous eyes of the Federation merchants, and in the presence of some of the higher-ups of the House of Hope who also had different faces, and from this moment on, as long as the orcs completed their business, the victory pass would be a Desi. As the Sistin who reached this series of contracts, he was also full of red face, because he knew very well that he would become a figure in history that could not be ignored!

He almost couldn't control the solemn expression on his face and wanted to laugh out loud, and with a little banter, he took out three scrolls from his arms, "Then now, let's split all the obstacles and move towards victory!"