His Majesty the Emperor's announcement was like a powerful bomb, and the whole camp was set on fire with a single bang. Many patriarchs even fainted directly to the ground with a shake of their bodies, especially those vassal races, who couldn't accept such a blow.

When they requisitioned the grain before, they had already emptied all the grain reserves of their tribes, all hoping to break the human blockade and enter the hinterland of the continent and loot the rich land of the human race. But now, everything is over, there is no military rations, let alone defeat the human army, and it is extremely difficult to survive. Dozens of patriarch leaders were babbling like a flock of ducks, and few of them were able to keep their composure at this time.

"What is going on with this meteorite from the sky? Is it a natural disaster or a divine punishment? What does this portend? How will so many tribes face the coming cold winter in the future? Isn't His Majesty the Emperor going to give us an explanation?" Although the scarred and blood-mottled Van Crushed Skull looked embarrassed on the outside, its eyes were shining with cold light, and it was the first to open its mouth to attack the Orc Emperor.

Now Van Skull is fearless, except for a few pro-guard warriors, most of the ape warriors have basically been lost under the successive blows of the previous battles and meteorite attacks, and it has no other emotions in its heart except anger, even if it is the orc emperor who holds the supreme authority from above, it dares to speak out and question.

Although his words were extremely rude, Van Skull spoke the hearts of the vast majority of the patriarch leaders present after all. There must be something wrong with the meteorite falling into the orc camp for no reason. Because the fault line in the inheritance of human magic civilization is too obvious, there has been no magician at the level of a magic saint for hundreds of years, so these orcs have not thought about human forbidden spell magic at all.

Now everyone's hearts are as full of doubts and unwillingness as Fan Crush's, staring at the orc emperor one by one. On a normal day, they would never dare to be so disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor, but now all the rules and awe have been broken by the meteorite and the news of the loss of military rations. There is no food, no hope, and no way out, no matter how strong the lions are, they are no longer afraid in despair.

"This battle of the southern expedition is based on the will of the great beast god, and it is sacred! But those human beings will definitely refuse to be captured, and this meteorite disaster must be caused by the gods that human beings believe in. High Priest Hobson, I hope that the shamans of the Beast God Temple can communicate with the Beast God as soon as possible, report these things to the Beast God, and hope to pray that the great Beast God can descend to avenge the sacrifice of our Beast Clan!" the Orc Emperor did not directly answer Fan Crush's question, but turned his face to the shaman priests of the Beast God Temple on the side.

"Yes, my majesty, the intrigues of mankind will definitely be retaliated against by the almighty beast god, and no one can harm the people of the beast god without paying the price!" As the chief high priest of the Beast God Temple, the high priest of the snake tribe Hobson was very glad that he did not stay in the camp, but accepted the invitation of His Majesty the Emperor to go to the battlefield on the Eastern Front, and fortunately avoided the meteorite skyfall, which made it very grateful to His Majesty the Emperor, so he swept away his previous arrogance and replied very respectfully.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" His Majesty the Emperor turned around, stood up and said loudly to the patriarchs and leaders in the camp: "The incident has happened, we can't escape it at all, the brave orcs will not be defeated by the intrigues of the human race!

After all, he has been an orc emperor for decades, and the long-term imperial power coupled with the innate spirit of the lion clan made this impassioned remark that made many patriarchs nod in agreement.

"Hmph, to put it mildly, without food, will the soldiers be left hungry to fight? Will everyone starve to death on the way to the march?" His Majesty the Emperor had deliberately ignored before, which made Van Skull even more angry, and he continued to question regardless of his status.

A flash of anger flashed in His Majesty the Emperor's lion eyes, and Fan Crush's entanglement made it a little impatient, if it weren't for the gathering of the patriarchs and leaders, I am afraid that His Majesty the Emperor would have killed this guy who dared to argue with him with his own hands.

"It's really difficult to deal with the matter of military rations, but with the physical fitness of the orcs, starving for one meal or two won't affect the combat effectiveness! The temporary predicament may even stimulate the fighting spirit of the warriors!" the orc emperor took a deep breath and forced his anger to explain to Van Crush's question.

Seeing that Fan Crush's neck was stiff, and he was about to continue to speak, the Orc Emperor hurriedly preemptively said: "The current situation is completely different from the prediction when he set out on the expedition before, I am afraid that the original attack plan cannot be continued, do you have any good ideas?"

After saying that, His Majesty the Emperor's eyes were firmly fixed on Fan Crush, meaning that if you don't have any good ideas, you'd better shut up for me. Although Fan Crush's heart was not angry, it was indeed not suitable to fight again at this time, and it couldn't think of anything for a while, so it could only endure it for the time being.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid there are only three ways to choose from the current Southern Expedition Army!" Amid the chaotic discussion of dozens of clan leaders, Clyde Fawkes, the patriarch of the fox clan, who has always outwitted the orc races, spoke.

"Oh, there are three paths, Patriarch Clyde, please tell me more!" When the Orc Emperor heard this, he immediately cheered up, and hurriedly asked Clyde Fawkes to explain it in detail to everyone. The patriarchs and leaders also quieted down, listening to the fox clan's ideas with bated breath.

"The first way is to give up everything you have now, return to your respective territories, and grit your teeth to survive this winter. Although most of the orcs will starve to death, it is better than the total annihilation!" Patriarch Clyde's words have been spoken, and it has caused many dissatisfied protests, such as the pig race, which is basically impossible to survive this winter, so this idea is impossible to accept.

"Not good, let's not talk about whether everyone can survive this winter, at least we need to abide by the edict of the beast god, ignore the instructions of the gods and flee greedily for life and death, I'm afraid that the orc empire will lose the favor of the beast god forever!" Before His Majesty the Emperor could speak, the high priest of the Beast God Temple, Hobson, directly vetoed it.

However, the patriarch of Clyde did not think it was wrong, cleared his throat, and continued in the expectant eyes of everyone: "Then we have a second choice, that is, to launch an attack at all costs, day and night, and be sure to take the Dawn Fortress of mankind in the shortest possible time, the food reserves in the fortress are enough for the temporary needs of the army, and then it will no longer be a problem to continue to move the army south." ”