At the time of the general mobilization of human society, the orcs were not idle.

The contemporary orc emperor "Iron Fang" Ilo presided over a meeting and gathered all the leaders of the various orc tribes.

The convention was not held in the "Great Golden Horde", the capital of the Orc Empire, but in the field outside the Great Golden Horde, and Emperor Iro stood on a high platform, riding a chariot, majestic.

"Humanity is going to attack us. "Not the petty attacks of the past, but the best they can, all the troops they can muster, all the knights they can muster, all the allies they can muster, all the gods they can send – to attack us." ”

He spoke aloud, and the voice echoed across the wilderness, into the ears of every chief, and in their hearts.

"Well, they're coming, and they're killing them on a scale they've never done before. I estimated that there would probably be ...... It is not impossible to have an army of three million or more, and if necessary, to double it again, or even double that on that basis. ”

"So, are you afraid?"

Many of the chiefs had changed their countenance, some pale, frightened by the staggering number, and some flushed, angry at the feeling that their courage had been insulted by another.

Emperor Yiluo didn't give the chiefs a chance to speak, and continued, "To be honest, I was a little worried when I first heard this number. ”

"Three million, three million! What a staggering number, not to mention six million, or even twelve million...... Oh my God!" he cried out, his voice full of anguish, "so many heads cut off, I don't have enough money in my treasury to give a prize!"

The chiefs burst out laughing, their faces were not pale anymore, those who were red were not red, and even those who had been calm and calm before could not maintain their peace like facial paralysis, and the laughter became one after another.

"Hey, don't laugh! I'm serious!" said Emperor Iro's scarred face, a look of seriousness and distress, "I'm really serious! A soldier's head counts as one gold coin, an officer's head counts as ten gold coins, a knight's head counts as a hundred gold coins, and a baron or viscount—if he is not a knight, then the head counts three hundred gold coins, the count's head counts a thousand gold coins, and the heads of marquises, dukes, and kings count ten thousand gold coins— Everyone knows this rule, the market is like this, I can't take the opportunity to lower the price because of the flood of goods. Old Iloh wasn't that kind of person. ”

"Are you interested in counting how much?"

Many chiefs closed their eyes, or lowered their heads, silently calculating.

Unfortunately, the education level of the orcs is generally not high, and they quickly get confused in the numbers, and they can't calculate a result.

"I specifically found someone to calculate, and finally old Wilder told me that if I want to keep my good reputation for being a good man for a long time, I will probably have more than 30 million gold coins ready!"

Emperor Yiluo shook his head, and his face was untouchable: "Oh my God! 30 million gold coins! After I got this number, I carefully checked it twice in the treasury, and I wanted to pry open the floor to see if there was a copper stuffed in it, but I only found it...... No, you can't say this, it's too demoralizing to say it. ”

"All in all, I'm bankrupt this time anyway. He spread his hands out, looking very helpless.

The chiefs laughed again, leaning back and forth.

Unlike the wise and wise Emperor Yunero, Iro is a veteran who has slowly risen through the ranks, he has never been majestic, and he has always appeared in front of everyone with a cheerful and straightforward image, and this time is no exception.

An emperor like him who frankly admits that the treasury has no money is probably unprecedented.

"As everyone knows, old Ilo is a rule-abiding and trustworthy person, so I thought of a solution. Iloh said, "Although I can't repay my debts, I can owe debts! Anyway, there is so much money in the treasury, and those who have made meritorious contributions in the front will be rewarded according to the rules." Meritorious service is the last...... I'm sorry, His Majesty the Emperor is not a debtor, but I don't have any money to give you for the time being, so please wait. ”

"In other words, if you still want to get the rewards and benefits as you have in the past, you better wait until the war starts, and don't procrastinate, otherwise, I can only hope that you will live long enough that I can find enough money to pay your reward. ”

Amid the laughter of the chiefs, Emperor Ilo waved his hand and signaled for everyone to be quiet.

"Alright, the joke is over, now let's get down to business - oh, that wasn't a joke before, I mean it. ”

The chiefs laughed again.

Iloh smiled slightly, suddenly his face became serious, and he roared, "Orc brothers, are you afraid of war?"

Subconsciously, all the chiefs chanted together: "Don't be afraid!"

"Yes, not afraid!" Iloh roared, "We orcs have never been afraid of war, and war is as normal for us as eating and sleeping. Fight humans, cut off their heads, get rewards, win the favor of the girls, pass on their lineage, and finally go to the temple of the gods - this is the way of life of our orcs, passed down from ancient times to modern times, from generation to generation. ”

"We are not afraid of war, on the contrary, we love war, we love war! We orcs are warriors created by the gods in their likeness, and the meaning of our lives is to fight for the gods. Fight for them when you're alive, fight for them when you're dead, we don't need to care about anything but war!"

"I will not promise you anything, for I will also take part in battle, and I will put on my armor, take up arms, and lead the bravest warriors, and rush into battle, fight as best I can, slay as many enemies as I can, dye my equipment a beautiful scarlet with blood, and add new splendor to my throne with the heads of my enemies. Although I am old, I am still a warrior! I will not lose to any young man in my pursuit of honor and the heart of lively war!"

"Those weak human beings, those ants that have been crushed by us since the day of birth and cleaned up by us, those who have been driven away by us to flee everywhere, who do not have the courage to swing their knives at us, only dare to bully the weak maggots, they will come to attack us to the death this time!"

"All this time, we can't get rid of them, because they run all over the ground, faster than anything else, there are too many of them, we can't catch them all, we can't kill them all, just like mosquitoes in summer, buzzing and annoying. ”

"But this time, the ants, the maggots, the mosquitoes...... They jumped out of their own way, jumped in front of us, jumped down to our knives!"

"So what are you waiting for?"

The old orc emperor showed a hideous smile, raised his battle axe, and roared loudly: "Crush them!"

Roars and roars snapped into the sky and turned into clouds.