"You're going to do something to Kree?" "Grand Elder Huster raised his head to look at the murderous Sapir all over his body, and the old voice echoed in the hall, "I hope you don't destroy the tribal bloodline left by your ancestors because of your arrogance." ”

Huster is old.

He is already the oldest group of people in the Northern Wilderness, and many people say that the older the orcs, the stronger they are, indeed. Huster's strength is unfathomable, and some say he has touched the edge of the Sanctuary.

But from Sapier's point of view, Huster is really old.

The vicissitudes of life on his face were full of traces of time, and the wrinkles and sagging skin made him look like a man who had stepped into a coffin with half a foot in his old age. Perhaps Huster was a trendsetter in the Northern Wilderness when he was young, but he was already old, and his excessively vicissitudes of appearance made the young leaders lose their awe of him.

"There are 10,000 cavalry under Shelleyburg's nose, you have to think about how to keep them first!" the old Huster eyes swept over everyone, although his tone was weak, but no one dared to refute.

Many middle-aged tribal patriarchs have not experienced the Huster era, and they may not know the crisis faced by Huster in that era due to the expansion of capital and the harsh environment of the Northern Wilderness. But most of them had heard the story of Huster, the orc hero of the Northern Wilderness, despite his old age, his reputation as the most powerful warrior of the Northern Wilderness still made these young people awe-inspiring.

The Northern Wilderness only believes in fists.

Huster is the hardest fist of that generation, but the so-called old man is fine, and the older he is, the more Huster sees. Many people revere him, not not for his prestige and fame, but for the reliability with which he handles things and the foresight that is unique to the old man.

Decades ago, when this generation was not yet born.

Human merchants are embarking on the first capital expansion in the Northern Wilderness, a dark and bloody time when the last flames of the traditional orc tribes are maintained by the Huster Trail.

When he was young, he relied on force, but when he got older, he appreciated wisdom more and more.

Over the decades, Huster has shown amazing will and means to deal with conflicts between humans and tribes in the Northern Wilderness, and many human merchants can't help but admire this old orc.

"Sappir, I have lived through your grandfather's time, and I have witnessed your father's growth, not that I rely on the old to sell the old, young little one, you really did not handle this matter properly," Huster sighed softly.

He saw it very thoroughly, the current Shelley Fort League looked majestic, they were powerful, they were unmatched.

But if you think about it, what did the Blood Axe and the Phantom Tribe do?!

They just watched quietly, looking at the appearance of "cooking oil with fire and brocade with flowers".

Those big tribes are well aware.

Because of the support of Clay and some outside allies, they lost their human capital and found it difficult to defeat the Shelley Fort Alliance head-on. All they had to do was indulge the desires in the hearts of the Shelley Orcs, throw out the rich lands, and watch from the sidelines as the people of Shelley Castle split for those interests.

They can defeat the enemy as long as they are patient.

Shelley Castle will either be divided by interests, or it will be crushed by humans because the winter has passed......

"Grandpa! You're wrong, if the Northern Wilderness is really destined to be enslaved by outsiders, then we can't sit idly by!

A childish and somewhat crisp voice interrupted Huster's sigh, and a young orc who was somewhat similar to Huster slowly stood up, she was Lydia, the young girl who had a relationship with Wang Xiaotian.

"That's right, Great Elder, we should take up arms to drive away those outsiders, we are the masters of the Northern Wilderness!"

Young people like Marlos have stood up, they are the future successors of you, they are young and passionate, and they have an admirable protagonist spirit for the ancient land of the Northern Wilderness.

When the young men came forward, the gloom between Sapier's brows began to dissipate, and he was relieved that at least the young men supported him, as the young people always were, and they were thrilled to know the words "conquer", "invade", "pioneer", etc., and they always dared to fight the enemy.

However, when Marlos they stood up at the same time.

The old orcs in the audience frowned.

Most of them have lived through the years of capital expansion, and they know very well how ruthless and terrible those great tribes are. These people are all existences who have experienced the big melee, and they know that the shuffle and struggle of power have caused only corpses to be strewn all over the field and rivers of blood.

It was a nightmare that they would haunt for the rest of their lives.

"Lord Huster, you may be right, but I believe that as long as we are united, nothing will be a problem!" said Sapier, who did not speak, his son Brom.

"As far as I know, those humans are cunning and good at conspiracy, but they are extremely cowardly, and they are always submissive in the face of the orc warriors who are stronger than them!

"As long as we get together, we have the power to make anyone fearful, and when the time comes, we can trade with the Orcs of the Southern Wilderness on an equal footing, and humans can only come according to our requirements!"

Huster looked at Blom undeniably, the young man of the Rock Demon Tribe was too radical, he had a big problem with human senses, this was an orc who was proud enough.

Suddenly.

A hurried-looking orc broke into their secret meeting, and the orc hurried over to Huster's side and whispered to him.

Huster's face began to change with the orc's arrival, one moment gloomy, one moment worried, one moment angry...... Let the tribal patriarchs here look confused.

He rubbed his forehead in some distress, a little embarrassed by the news he suddenly received.

Looking at Sapir, who was still dazed, and the young men with resolute expressions present, Huster said softly, "Kree has left Shelleyburg!"

Quiescence.

Everyone was stunned.

While they were still discussing getting rid of Kree, he actually left Shelley on his own initiative.

"Not only is he gone, he's taken the Green Fang and his furious knights, Shelley is yours," Huster said weakly.

Hearing this news, the young people present smiled one by one, and the news that Kree was gone, this news was undoubtedly good news, at least they didn't have to fight another war to get rid of them.

Some of the older orcs who were looking farther away frowned.

"There's not much food in Shelleyburg!"

Clay is gone, which means that Shelley Fort has officially lost support from the south, and they need to fight the big tribes with their own hands and plunder the grain themselves.

Some old orcs can already foresee that the next Northern Wilderness is bound to set off a bloody storm.