"Guys, we have to fight back! The Blood Axe and Phantom are obviously trying to drive us to a dead end!"

Saddam Hussein, the maned pig, said with an angry expression, waving his fists, his blue skin turning reddish from excessive anger. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Although this is the case, but we are different from you, you are a mercenary group formed by yourself, and we have clansmen behind us, for that little life-saving food, we have no choice," a prime-aged kobold clenched his fist, said in a low voice, and released his fist a little weakly.

"Reward! Everyone, the food that my vine mercenary group sacrificed their lives in exchange for was actually deprived of nearly a quarter by the group of vampires of the Blood Axe tribe!"

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The words of Zim and the others were like a powder star, detonating the entire camp tent, and in this camp, at this moment, gathered the high-level mercenary group members who were forced to the front line by the blood axe and other tribal alliances, and they were already dissatisfied, and they were already angry.

"Everyone, I'm here this time, and the one from the south has brought you good news, I don't know if you're willing to do it?"

Saddam Hussein's eyes rolled and he saw that the atmosphere was almost over, and he said the hidden purpose in a timely manner.

"Good news for the South?"

The orcs with the central defense line were stunned, they all knew that Saddam had been severely taught a lesson by the southern orcs before he reached the front line, and it stands to reason that they should be full of contradictions.

"Northern orcs only serve their fists!" Saddam Hussein touched his chin a little unnaturally, and explained with an embarrassed face: "Losing is losing, there is nothing bad to admit, the darling of Mercedes in the northern wasteland never rejects his defeat, for the good news brought by the southern orcs this time, I think this is already our only way out." ”

Don't look at what Saddam Hussein said so righteously, if this group of high-ranking people in the camp knew that Wang Xiaotian had promised Saddam Hussein a large amount of food and supplies, I am afraid that the high-level leaders in the entire camp would have red eyes.

"I want to know, what the hell is the good news?"

Zim couldn't sit still, their vine mercenary group had suffered heavy losses, and if this continued, the entire mercenary group would be buried here, which made him desperate to break the deadlock.

"Hey," Saddam Hussein smiled a little awkwardly, and finally pulled a letter out of his arms.

Everything Wang Xiaotian wanted to say was written in the letter, and the letter was quickly passed among the high-level officials in the camp.

"Really bold idea, if what the letter says is true, I think I did it!" said the orc, who was impatient after all, on the spot.

"grandma, it's time to teach the group of orc scum in the back a lesson!" was excited in his voice, and the orcs who had read the letter were gearing up.

"And we ......"

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The orc's irascible temper was completely released at this moment, and many people didn't even read the letter, and directly expressed their position on the spot.

The same scene happened in the major camps of the entire cannon fodder station.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

Wang Xiaotian's letter was like a spark of fire, igniting the anger in the hearts of the orcs.

At this moment, whether it was the orcs who believed in Wang Xiaotian or those who didn't believe in Wang Xiaotian, at this moment, they were all coerced by the general trend and had to join Wang Xiaotian's plan.

The orc mercenary groups, who were already dissatisfied with the fate of cannon fodder, urgently needed to counteract, but they had no chance.

The mercenary group, which needed to fight for food, saw hope in Wang Xiaotian's letter and was ready to move.

Wang Xiaotian skillfully grasped the psychology of most people at this moment, countering power! This became the voice of all orcs.

"Southern orcs!"

Looking at the familiar name on the letter, a middle-aged orc with yellow hair, a burly body, and a terrifying blunt instrument wrapped around his hand with iron chains in his hand.

"Buvanga, what does this letter say?" Most of the orcs in the tent looked at the orc with a look of anticipation.

Buvanga, the young patriarch of the Evon tribe and the younger brother of the First Greatsword of the Great Wilderness, mysteriously disappeared into the leader of the Avon tribe on the eve of the decisive battle.

It can be seen that Buwanga is very prestigious in this tent.

Although most of the orcs in the camp were full of anticipation, they had to ask Buwanga's opinion, which was very rare among the largest orcs in the world.

"Do you think this is true or false? Haven't you already decided in your hearts!" Buwanga's rough face flashed with wisdom, he looked at most of the orc commanders in the camp, and said lightly: "I have known about this southern orc commander, it should be true!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole camp was excited.

Buwanga, this is the east side of the defense line, the person who proposed the bunker defense in the face of the strong suppression of the Whirlwind Legion, and at the same time, it was he who withstood the attack of the Whirlwind Legion under pressure, which is equivalent to Wang Xiaotian saving the west side in a three-minute bloody battle on the west side of the defense line, and Buwanga is wonderful performance for several months has impressed all the orcs.

It can be said that when he nodded, ninety percent of the orcs on the east side would inevitably respond.

"Southern orcs...... The human who inherited the name of the king, "Buwanga was very peaceful, looking at the group of orcs clenched fists below, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional, this king is really extraordinary, as soon as he made a move, he caught everyone's psychology, I believe that if he is forced by his prestige, it will not last long in the end, whether this letter is true or not, and in the end, the orc's countermeasures are unstoppable.

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Without the Blood Axe, Phantom and other tribes noticing, an undercurrent was brewing in the entire cannon fodder camp.

Due to this persecutive oppression, there is a separation zone between the cannon fodder camp and the tribal armies such as Bloodaxe and Phantom, which is not only a buffer zone for these tribes to suppress the mercenary group, but also to ensure that the Vitans have enough space to counterattack after the artillery fire is crushed.

Blood Axe and other tribes are also afraid of the resistance of the cannon fodder, this isolation belt is a manifestation, there are warlords patrolling the cannon fodder camp all the time, it seems that the Blood Axe and other tribes also know that these mercenary cannon fodder is like a cannon battle that explodes at one point.

But it was precisely this buffer belt that gave Wang Xiaotian a lot of time to arrange.

From the initial secret tandem to the preparation of the southern orcs, under this series of actions, the blood axe and other tribes did not react at all, and it seems that this group of tribal troops does not seem to expect these mercenaries cannon fodder to achieve real results.

Just like the name of the cannon fodder camp, whether it is the humans in the rear or the tribes such as the Blood Axe Phantom, they should have the military strength to fight against Vitan, and the cannon fodder army is just a consumable for them to test Vitan.

After consuming most of the mercenary power of the entire Northern Wilderness, the Blood Axe and other tribes can completely divide the cake of the Northern Wilderness.

They never expected that in this group of cannon fodder, Wang Xiaotian would be mixed in with an orc force from the south, maybe this is the same in their opinion, the weak south can't make any big waves, but it is this kind of inadvertent that often brings unexpected changes to the situation.