"Lord Sappir, we are disappointed with your choice!

Several of the patriarchs of the more grumpy tribes stood up directly, their faces full of anger, and the eyes that looked at Sappier and Brom were full of coldness, and even showed a hint of hostility.

They are just the tribes with the lowest strength in the powerful tribes, and the combined strength of their tribes can barely wrestle with the furious knights of Kreh. Once the war starts, these southern orcs are all cavalry, they can easily take their headquarters, in front of the patriarch and their own children, whether the warriors of these tribes can pick up arms is a question.

"Farewell!" Several more patriarchs stood up, they didn't bother to debate with Sapir, and walked outside with a "farewell", these are slightly stronger patriarchs, they have the strength to face the rock demon tribe.

Brom watched the departure of these patriarchs with red eyes, at this moment, his hands were clenched tightly, and his heart was full of killing intent, especially when he saw the coldness in the eyes of these patriarchs.

"These are just a bunch of villains who see the wind and steer the rudder! When the Rock Demon Tribe led them to the light, one by one they lowered their eyebrows and pleasing their eyes, and now that the war is coming, they have actually become like this! Leave them! Leave them! Maybe they will turn around and take refuge in those southerners!"

Brom's heart roared wildly, but his body did not move at all, he didn't dare, he didn't dare to kill these patriarchs at such a meeting, outside was their tribe, there were tens of thousands of tribal alliances outside, if their patriarch died in this big tent, the next moment they would be completely torn apart.

"Ahem...... Everyone, wait!"

An old and firm voice sounded abruptly, and Huster, who was sitting in the first place like a clay sculpture, slowly spoke.

At this time, everyone was attracted to him, looking at this old orc, known as the "Legend of the Northern Wilderness", everyone remembered that they also had a great elder, and an elder who had guarded them for so many years.

Huster stood up tremblingly, he looked at Brom with a hint of relief and a hint of regret, and said, "Son, you did a great job......

Patting Brom on the shoulder, the wise old man looked around at each of the orc patriarchs with a somewhat cold face, and said with some distress.

"Once upon a time, those brave and fearless orcs of the Northern Wilderness actually degenerated into what they are now!"

"Great Elder, this Rock Demon Tribe ......"

"Shut up!" Huster's old words carried a strong prestige, it was the power of the Northern Wilderness, the strong smell of blood and terrible coercion came to the face, at this moment, everyone couldn't help but recall the legend of this old man.

"The war has begun!Is there any point in you saying all this?!I'm disappointed in you!" Huster said with a hint of undisguised disappointment, "You're not even a child!"

"At the very least, in your eyes, the Rock Demon Tribe who provoked the war, they dare to fight, they dare to fight for the future of the Northern Wilderness!

Huster's words echoed throughout the tent, causing many orc patriarchs to hesitate a little.

"Ladies and gentlemen, war is coming! For the sake of the future of the Northern Wilderness, I will personally face those enemies!"

Huster didn't look at the struggling patriarchs anymore, and he left the tent alone with some disappointment.

The Northern Wilderness needs a war!

In the eyes of this old man, this generation of orcs has lost the bravery of their ancestors, they have survived under the pressure of humans, and they have become accustomed to fighting like hyenas for a little bone thrown by humans.

Huster was disappointed by what he saw.

They don't have a choice for those small tribes, but these big tribes have the capital to fight, but they are intoxicated with power and ambition. Over the years, powerful tribes have begun to form frequent alliances with each other, and they have seen the future from the rise of the Blood Axe and Phantom, and they have begun to continuously suppress the small tribes, drawing blood nutrients from those small tribes, and Huster feels that sooner or later, these blue wolves in the northern wilderness will become hunting dogs for guarding the home.

"Northern Wilderness...... I need a baptism!"

Looking up at the growing snowflakes, Huster muttered.

He came from that chaotic era, and witnessed a generation of Northern Wilderness people from bravery to depravity, in his heart, since the moment when the seventeen powerful tribes withdrew from the Northern Wilderness chase decades ago, the backbone of the Northern Wilderness orcs has been broken, and it has been interrupted by the sugar-coated cannonballs of human beings.

When Kree arrived with resources from the south, all the people of the Shelley Fort Alliance were full of encouragement, they were glad at the support of others, they didn't even feel a trace of uneasiness or shame, everything was so peaceful.

At that time, Huster felt very sad.

They are wolves that run freely! Wolves should hunt by themselves, they should only be galloping to chase prey on the grassland!

So when the Rock Demon Tribe wanted to get rid of Kree, Huster, who had great strength, didn't stop it.

Don't think that Huster didn't care about the Northern Wilderness, he was a dispensable existence, and in decades of cultivation, Huster's tribe surprised everyone with its strength under his rule.

Had it not been for Huster's acquiescence, Brom's superficial surprise plan would have succeeded.

In reality, however, Huster was wrong.

The starting point of the Rock Demon Tribe is obviously not to go to the future of the Northern Wilderness, they are just a group of careerists, trying to use their pitiful strength to influence the future of the powerful tribal alliance.

"That's fine!"

Huster sighed inwardly.

He knew in his heart that in this situation, the Shelley Fort Tribal Alliance would definitely be defeated.

There are tens of thousands of troops of the Blood Axe and Phantom tribes in front, and there are cavalry of Keree and Wang Xiaotian wandering behind, these Shelley Fort Alliances with different dreams in the same bed, counting these small tribes, are only tens of thousands of troops, which looks huge, but they are just a group of rabble.

Fighting a war that he knew he would lose, Huster's mood was very bitter.

He knew that after this battle, maybe half of the tribes in Shelley Fort would die, and he also knew that after this battle, the Northern Wilderness would no longer have his right to speak, but despite this, he still had to do his best to fight such a war.

Because Huster knows a truth: "break and then stand"!

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