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But for the current orcs, it's a nightmare. Since he took office, he has been densely fortified along the riverbank, and the fleet he led is a giant beast in the sea compared to the poor rafts and small sampans of the orcs, and has defeated the orcs three times in a row to cross the river, firmly clamping the orcs on the other side of the river, and it is difficult to advance an inch.

When the document reached the imperial capital of Atlanta, almost all the doubts disappeared without a trace. Bogut is known as the famous general of the new generation, the savior of the whole of Atlanta, and even our Gast Majesty has benefited from it. People are full of praise for His Majesty, who has been vigorously promoted by the public, and he must be called a hero with a discerning eye.

It is said that His Majesty Gast laughed heartily when he received the good news, and even ate an extra bowl of rice, and even went to the harem to sleep that night, saying that with Bogut here, I could rest assured that I could lie down. Of course, it is indispensable for Bogute to be knighted. If it weren't for the fact that the days of his promotion to the knighthood were still short, Gast would have been eager to make a duke immediately. But even so, the title of a baron is indispensable.

Compared with the jubilation of the whole country of Atlantus, the camp on the north shore of the orcs was gloomy.

In the big tent of the Chinese army of the Chinese army beast king Sal, the bonfire was blazing, reflecting Sal's uncertain face. It is a typical yurt-like tent, surrounded by thick animal skins, and a skylight with a round hole in the head for ventilation.

Thrall, the Beastmaster, is at the top. He was about thirty years old, with thick and disheveled hair hanging haphazardly on his chest, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and his chin protruded slightly forward, and he was in the prime of life.

On the opposite side of the fire was an orc general, wrapped in a thick sheepskin blanket, snuggled up by the fire and shivering, with water stains on his thick beard, apparently fresh from the river. His face was still a little blue, his lips were black and purple, and he was still trembling.

"The Great Orc King. It's not that we don't fight hard! It's really that Bogut is so hateful! He just relied on his big boat to run rampant in the river, and he has the ability to come to the shore and do it with real swords!"

The defeated general was clearly still a little unconvinced. This was the third crossing in these days, and each time it was halfway through the crossing and was met with a head-on blow from Bogut. Poor orcs are invincible on land, but unfortunately they are all landlubbers. Standing on rafts and boats, my legs and stomachs tremble, let alone fighting.

"Yes, yes! That Bogut is so hateful! You can't blame General Zakmu! Your Majesty, you can spare him for once!"

The orcs were very strict in governing their armies, and they were generally severely punished for defeat. The generals saw that Zakmu was very aggrieved, and they couldn't help but plead for him. The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, whoever it is, leading the army to cross the river will be the same fate.

The Beastmaster rubbed his head in pain. These days, he has changed several generals, all of whom are brave and invincible, but unfortunately once they get on the boat, they all become soft-footed shrimp. And the rest of the generals regarded the task of crossing the river as the summons of the demon king, for fear that this unlucky errand would fall on their heads.

"Alright! I know it's not that you don't do your best!"

The Beastmaster waved his hand, his eyes patrolled, and he said solemnly.

"The death penalty can be avoided, the living crime cannot be escaped, and Zakmu will be the commander of a thousand people, and he will make meritorious service for his crimes!"

Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Zakmu was even more tearful, and he was grateful for it.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"

This is indeed a blessing. In Zakm's view, it is already a gift from the wolf god to be able to pick up a life, although the official position has been downgraded by one level, but as long as the person is still there, he is afraid that he will not be able to go back.

"I didn't call you here this time to hear your grievances! I wanted to gather everyone to discuss and see what could be done?

The Beastmaster also knew that persecuting these subordinates too much would lead to a backlash. After all, the orcs are gathered under his call in the form of a tribal alliance, and if the generals below are all detached, then their good days will not be numbered. Therefore, the Beastmaster pretended to make a joke lightly, wanting to relieve the tense atmosphere.

Who would have expected that as soon as he opened his mouth like this, the big tent that was noisy just now suddenly fell silent, and these generals all lowered their heads, for fear of touching the eyes of the beastmaster.

Just kidding, Zakmu can be regarded as a famous fierce general in the army. Not even him, no one can do it!

The Beastmaster's gaze slowly moved over the lieutenant general, taking all this into his eyes, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed in his heart. His eyes lit up as he turned to the last robed elder. I saw the man carrying a wooden staff with a goat's head hanging on it, his eyes closed, twisting a goat's whisker, as if he had gained.

"Dear Master Kyle, you are a famous wise man of the wolf clan, may I ask what you can teach me?"

The Beastmaster's move can be said to have put down his body and humbly asked for advice. Among the tribes of orcs, there are some older people who have always been respected by everyone, who are the guides of the entire tribe, also known as "prophets", who play the role of passing on the tradition of orcs from generation to generation.

The old man opened his chaotic eyes, and he was also flattered.

"I can't afford to be so loving Your Majesty. I'm wondering, wouldn't it be better for Your Majesty to wait a few more days, when the snow falls and the river freezes?"

That's a sound idea. But the orcs are all acute, so what do you have to wait for?

"If it doesn't snow, we're going to wait?"

Someone couldn't help but retort.

Others chimed in.

"How thick of snow does it have to freeze the Danube so that our cavalry can walk on it?, besides, Bogut on the other side is not a fool, he won't break the ice with a boat?"

It's also a well-thought-out consideration. Orcs are not accustomed to water warfare, and they don't know that breaking the ice with a ship will cause serious damage to the hull, but they also think that Bogut will naturally have a way to break the ice!

The Beastmaster's eyes dimmed, and just as he was about to signal Elder Kyle to take a seat, the curtain was lifted, and a hearty voice came.

"Your Majesty, why bother! You may think that this Bogut is a difficult fellow to deal with, but in my eyes Walter, it is nothing more than a straw bale!"

But it's a guy with a slender body and a smile on his face forever, who is not Yifeng's old friend.

The Beastmaster was overjoyed, and hurriedly got up and sat Walter to his right and left. Some time ago, the wolf cavalry commanded by Walter was in the limelight, so Walter was very favored by the Beastmaster. He often said that the hope of our younger generation fell on Walter, and many of them meant to pass on the throne to him.

"Walter, my great man. What good ideas do you have this time?" )