Duru nodded, this old troll deserves the respect of Magmanda in terms of courage and wisdom, and for the calculation of the Great Chief, the Troll Chief quickly grasped the point. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The clans of Kress and Volcker are bound to migrate in the future, and when we conquer the territory of the Empire, the meaning of the Barren Stone Plateau for us may be just a testing ground for young people, as a hometown, whether it is the Dragon Plain or the Imperial Border, there are too many places that are more suitable than the Barren Stone Plateau. But I'm curious, High Chief, what are you going to do with those centaurs?"

A sinister smile appeared on Magmanda's rugged face.

"After entering the Dragon Plain, the Wind Sweeping Empire has actually existed in name only, and the power of the Wind Sweeping Khan is getting worse day by day, and I heard that his three generals have turned their backs on him, and each occupies a fertile grassland, which is a mess. I intend to ally with the Great Khan of the Storms at this time to help him clear out the tribes that have been disloyal to him, and in return, he will help us capture the Pakan Line, and of course, after the battle, I will give them the Silent Hill!"

Deru's eyes widened suddenly, and after a few seconds, the troll laughed at the broken gong,

"Silent Hill? Wonderful! Our military strength can't eat the entire empire's borders, and when we occupy the richest northern border of the empire, and then hand over the Silent Hill bordering the human kingdom to the centaurs, tsk, that wilderness is of no use to us, but for the centaurs, it's a better habitat than the Dragon Plains, they must be ecstatic, hahahaha! kill two birds with one stone, wonderful!"

Magmanda also laughed, and he patted Duru on the shoulder and lowered his voice,

"I plan to hand over one-third of the empire's central domain to your Cleft Skull Tribe after the war, you are right, the Barren Stone Plateau will become our testing ground, after this battle, the development focus of the orc empire will inevitably fall on the territory of the empire with a very good foundation, but Duru, I need a wise person like you to help!"

The old troll's eyes flashed,

"Say, Great Chief, what do you need me to do?"

Magmanda lowered her voice again, "Saruman and Trisleman are dead, I need you and Volcker to co-opt those mages, especially those who know the secrets of the spirit warriors, and "protect" them! Although the spirit warriors are evil, they are the trump card of the future orc empire, and this kind of secret related to the fortunes of the country must be in our own hands!"

"Leave it to me!

Duru immediately patted his chest and made a guarantee, Magmanda nodded with satisfaction, on the eve of the establishment of the orc empire in his imagination, this skillful monarch was thinking more and more things in his heart, and his most urgent feeling now was that there were too few talents in his hands, Duru was one, and Volcker was also one, Rogman and Jubel would definitely be the pillars of the orc empire in the future, and the little cub of Ormanch was actually not bad.

Lutz... If you don't go crazy, Luz is definitely the prime minister of the future empire! It's a pity.

Magmanda was thinking about complicated things, but Duru didn't bother him, nor did the guards around him, until the moon climbed to the center of the sky, and a magnificent sound of horses' hooves appeared from afar, awakening Magmanda from her thoughts.

Seeing the group of centaur warriors wearing golden armor, carrying war bows, and holding hunting war spears getting closer and closer, a gloomy smile also appeared on the face of the orc chieftain.

Except for Moonlight and a few people present, no one knew what had happened that night.

On the seventh day of Elivan's disappearance, the long-repaired orcs once again launched a fierce offensive against the Pakan Line, and this time, all the commanders, including the Sky Sword Saint Boomer, who had connected to the battle, were already anxious.

The reason for this lies in the refugees, the refugees who were driven from the Midlands of the Empire to the Pakan Line.

Although the arrival of these people provided enough troops for the Pakan Line, the commotion they brought brought about lowered the overall morale a lot, especially when they learned that a demon army was sweeping back and forth in the empire, and many soldiers who were worried about their families no longer had the courage to fight to the death.

In just one morning onslaught, the orcs climbed the walls of the Pakan Line three times, and at the most critical moment, Boomer even took action himself to stabilize the line.

"It's not the way to go on like this!"

The bloodied Boomer Sword Saint stood at the top of the city wall with his heavy sword, looking at the orc phalanx from afar, and the other commanders followed him, the orcs had been storming this line of defense for almost a month, the initial soldiers were not one out of ten, and the recruits were even more miserable, often the end of the whole army was wiped out, but they had to fight, everyone knew that once the orcs broke through this line of defense, the entire empire would fall into their hands, and at that time, no one could save their families.

"It's all those refugees!"

One of the commanders angrily threw the leather whip in his hand to the ground,

"Our morale is so high that we can fight to the death with these greenskins, but look what those guys have done since they came! I personally disposed of seventeen deserters yesterday! Deserters! Not a single deserter has been left in the past month!"

At the mention of this, all the commanders were a little gloomy, but they also had no choice, those refugees came all the way to the defense line, you can't just watch them die on the borders of the empire, right?

And at the beginning, considering that the food or something, it was quite sufficient, so everyone simply gathered them as a source of recruits, who knew that this situation would occur now.

"Speaking of which, do the Imperial Guards eat dry food? There are so many people, they can't even handle some warlocks and their demons!

The other commander also scolded, but this time, the meaning of the joke was much heavier, and even Boomer couldn't help but complain,

"What are the guards like, we all know it, rely on them to annihilate the demons? Ay... Hey... Did you hear anything?"

Boomer's face changed slightly, he turned his head to look at the orc line, and found that those orcs did not have any special actions, but when his outstanding gaze looked farther away, when the black lines gradually appeared on the distant land, even if it was a figure like the Sky Sword Saint, he couldn't help but stand upside down with hair all over his body.

"Blow the alarm! orcs... The centaurs are coming! get all the displays ready, and the reserves, the puppets of the refugees in the reserves! The bastards are coming!" )