The central region of the Northern Wilderness.

Winter is coming, the snow is flying, the Northern Wilderness seems to be frosting for thousands of miles overnight, and the sky is drowsy and fluttering with fine snow.

The cold wind howled, and the Shelley Fort coalition camp for miles was pestled under the noses of the Phantom Tribes like a messy pigsty. Without the reconciliation of Kree and other southern forces, the seventeen powerful tribes represented by the Rock Demon Tribe began to officially take over the affairs of Shelleyburg.

Although the Seventeen Powerful Tribes are ambitious, they are actually cruel.

The Shelley Fort Alliance with tribes as a unit They don't have the discipline of the army group, many small tribes are completely a group of mud legs, they don't know what is a military formation, they don't know what is a ban on orders, maybe they have the bravery of the Northern Wilderness, but personal bravery may not be able to save your life on the battlefield.

Many times, the more heroic the character on the battlefield, the faster he dies. Survival in war depends on teamwork and alertness to the ever-changing battlefield, these small tribesmen can be excellent mercenaries, but excellent hunters, but not a qualified soldier.

In the middle of the messy camp.

Dozens of braziers were burning, and inside the tent was like a warm summer, where the orc leaders of the powerful tribes representing the commanders of the coalition forces were sitting upright.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please see, here! The Phantom Tribe's most important hunting ground and mine is an important passage to the outside," Sapir's son Brom explained proudly, pointing to a map, "Three years ago, I once sent an envoy to the Phantom Tribe on behalf of the Rock Demon Tribe, and I carefully observed it at that time, this place is the lifeblood of the Phantom Tribe!"

Nalai Canyon.

It was what Brom was talking about, and in fact, all the patriarchs here knew it, a place on one side that was as high as a creeping dragon, and on the other side a plain wilderness, and the canyon was like a natural crack that cut through both sides.

The Phantom Tribe apparently recognizes the importance of the area, and they have a large number of troops stationed there, and it is an important camp for them.

"As far as I know, it's easy to defend and difficult to attack, and we're going to eat that place, I'm afraid we'll have to sacrifice a lot of troops!" Some people raised their doubts, and the heavy casualties really made them not interested.

Brom looked at those old patriarchs with some disdain in his eyes, he was very disdainful of these old guys in his heart, "Short-sighted guys, how can there be no sacrifice in war, and the huge sacrifice will be exchanged for greater gains!"

Although he was very disdainful in his heart, he patiently explained on the surface: "Ladies and gentlemen, think about it, winter is coming, and the group of people in the south has left, and we don't have enough food!"

"But behind the Nyrai Gorge is the largest hunting ground of the Phantom Tribe, where there is plenty of food, and there is enough food for us to spend the winter in Shelley! ”

Brom's ideas were radical.

Driven out of Kree, the main battle faction like Sappir and them are no longer willing to sneak up on those small mines, and are unwilling to steal the wealth of the big tribes such as the Blood Axe and the Phantom like thieves.

They want war!

The Rock Demon Tribe is a terrifying tribe with a thousand terrifying orcs known as Snow Warriors.

It was a special warrior handed down from their tribe, who had a rock-like physique and practiced a terrifying army killing array like flames. Legend has it that it was a military training technique left over from the distant orc era, and the Rock Demon Tribe had such a thousand reliable warriors, and its combat power was firmly in the top three.

Many of the patriarchs began to be a little moved when they heard Brom's words.

It is not that Brom is "occupying favorable terrain" and other big pies, but because Brom is telling the truth.

Shelley is running out of food.

The most direct benefit of conquering the Nalai Gorge is that you can get enough food, and only enough food can sustain the alliance.

Sapir, who was sitting on one side, looked at the expressions of many patriarchs, and was secretly proud in his heart.

It seems that his son seems to have been recognized by the patriarchs, as an orc who is over forty years old, Sapir's physical strength has begun to enter a period of decline, and at this time, he is most proud of having a son who is intelligent and good at fighting.

The other side.

A glint flashed in Lydia's eyes, and the little girl couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart as she looked at Brom who was standing in her seat and talking.

At first she disliked Brom, a young man who was proud and arrogant, who did not have the traditional simplicity of the orcs, and who always gave her strange things, all of which were very expensive and precious.

In Lydia's opinion, these actions were all actions with the help of his father, and Lydia, who was very liked by the low-level orcs, was somewhat disgusted by these scheming behaviors.

But today, looking at Brom standing in front of many adults and talking, it seems that in his eyes, the future of the orcs, those poor people at the bottom who are not well fed and clothed can be happy in his hands, at this moment, it is undeniable that Brom has moved Lydia a little.

And all this was seen by Marlos.

Compared to Brom's pride, Malos also has the pride of a traditional orc, but he is not good at such eloquence, he is more willing to use his fists to teach others, he is more like a traditional orc, whenever he can't argue with others, only fists can represent the truth.

Looking at the proud Blom, and the somewhat heart-warming Lydia, Marlos couldn't help but clench his fists, because the force was too strong, and the green muscles couldn't help but burst.

Truly.

Brom was an orc who excelled at eloquence, and his words made many high-level executives see the future, as if a war was inevitable.

At this time, many patriarchs had already begun to think about how to attack in their hearts.

Who is the pioneer and who is the ......

on the main seat.

The clay statue-like Great Elder Huster looked at this scene with some sighs.

He's old.

The excessive old age has made many young people have subconsciously ignored him, perhaps Huster also realized this, and he began to gradually fade out of the vision of many patriarchs.

It was also the semi-retirement of the Great Elder that gave the Rock Demon Tribe a huge space, and gradually, they began to replace the Great Elder as the new meeting host.

In many cases, Huster in a meeting is like a clay statue.

His name as the legend of the Northern Wilderness is more like an ornament.

But don't forget, Huster has gone through a lot of more brutal struggles than he has now, and the long years may not have increased his combat power, but his vision has undoubtedly improved greatly.

Looking at this group of radical and infighting juniors, Huster couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

Obviously, he is not optimistic about this alliance.

In his eyes, it was as if he had seen the dark future of the Shelley Fort Alliance. 10