"A little more than a minute away?"

"A little over a minute away!"

"It's also more than a hundred meters away, and it's not easy to blow it up. The high priest of the shaman and the priest group are hiding in the cave again, what should I do? ”

The tower master was talking about the difficulties in the chamber, and the other elders didn't have any good ideas.

"What's the hurry, what are you afraid of when the royal court has found it! Poison the two tribes first, and then say, without those livestock and food, the orc priest can still eat stones? Let's take our time, play slowly, you all go and prepare a lot of poison, the old lady will poison their livestock now, and let them drink poison in winter. ”

In winter, the lake below becomes smaller, and poisoning may really have an effect, several high-level officials pondered.

"The royal court is not small, and it is built of boulders, the effect of the bomb will not be too good, poison it first, and you can save some gold coins!" You have to get more poisons, and chronic poisons are okay, anyway, don't rush for a while! ”

The four elders thought about it, first cleaning up the tribes above, and then slowly cleaning up the orc royal court. Now that the poison materials have been relaxed a lot, and the procurement cost has been much lower, the tower master and a few elders hurriedly went to distribute the notices, and several scholars also left, leaving only the four elders in the conference hall, knocking on the table alone to think about things.

The Orc Royal Court, the three high priests and the high-ranking members of the shaman priesthood are in a meeting, and the falcons hovering in the sky are not visible to the blind, and humans have discovered the Orc Royal Court. The orc legions that are messing up a pot of porridge outside, they are also powerless.

The two large tribes above the basin need to maintain the food and drink of more than 100,000 orcs, and there is no extra food to take out, and even if there is food, they dare not take it out. Hungry orcs don't have much sense, they dare to raise their butcher knives at anyone, they don't care if you are the patriarch or the high priest! I only hope that they will kill more fiercely and die more!

There is no big problem with more orcs, in previous years, during the famine, they killed each other like this to reduce the number of orcs. As long as there is enough food, there are two or three hundred years to build a few legions.

"How could our antidote not work, there are few tribes outside except for the Great Wasteland!"

The elder high priest asked, but the shaman priest below didn't have any tricks, these human poisons were compounded, extremely poisonous, and they died before they drank the antidote.

"High priest, it's the poison of the human being that is too violent, and the orcs with the potion were poisoned to death before they could drink it!"

One shaman apothecary replied, and the other shamans nodded their heads.

"High priest, the falcon keeps hovering on it, this place is about to be poisoned, whether to leave or stay must make a decision early!"

The second great priest, who can be called the orc brain, faintly realized that this time the orc royal court was in danger, and the orc kingdom was also in danger. Humans no longer collide with orcs, and they poison and drop bombs in a variety of ways. Already three orc legions have been blown up and collapsed, and more than a dozen tribes have been destroyed. The legions that ran out of food began to slaughter everywhere, more tribes were destroyed, and now that humans have discovered the royal court, it is certain that they will poison and drop bombs.

The High Priest looked at his successor and sighed deeply!

"Child, my life is coming to an end, and you have seen the coronation as king, I will return to the wasteland with the old and weak, and this is yours!"

The High Priest issued a final order, and a small half of the Shaman's Priesthood, less than 20,000 orcs, were willing to follow the High Priest back to the Northland Wastelands.

The long procession set off, following the ancient stone steps to the plateau, the high priest did not look back again, and the rickety figure gradually faded away, with a trace of helplessness and desolation!

The second high priest looked at the procession leaving the basin and stepped onto the plateau, and the rickety figure had disappeared. He was thrilled that this would be his world.

"Haha, this old immortal is finally gone, if it is a few days later, I will definitely kill him with my own hands. Relying on the old and selling the old things, he just refused to hand over the power to me earlier. He also called me a child, blinded his old dog's eyes, and took advantage of me before leaving! ”

The rest of the shamans laughed too, they were the cronies of the second great priest, a group of violent and brainless savage orcs.

"Report to the high priest, the Beishan tribe followed the old immortal, they left some cattle and sheep, and there was not a single one left!"

The second high priest was a little annoyed when he heard this, but after thinking about it, forget it, the Beishan tribe also left cattle and sheep. There are still a lot of remnants of the old immortal here, so it's not appropriate to make a big move! Give the order, slaughter the cow and the sheep, and celebrate!

The high priest sat on the ox cart, looked back to the south, and said to several old shamans.

"That little bastard actually summoned a demon dog and forgot all the orcs' legacy, this damn dog mongrel. Let the rest of the orcs leave tonight, and they may not be able to leave it any later! ”

The old shaman on the side asked.

"High Priest, why don't you take them with you?"

"You think I don't want to! What kind of person is that little mongrel, ruthless, if the Beishan tribe doesn't leave some cattle and sheep, the mongrel dares to kill it. If you still have to take half a legion, do you say we're still gone? ”

The old shaman nodded, the high priest closed his eyes, and the ox cart slowly walked away.

Northland Tower, Council Chamber.

"A group of orcs left the basin and headed north. A tribe plus some old and weak orcs! ”

The second elder reported the contents of the shadow stone, and the tower master and several elders were silent in thought.

"How many are gone?"

"More than 20,000 orcs, no orc army!"

The four elders pondered, the old and weak plus a tribe, facing north should be to return to the orc ancestral land, the northern wasteland!

"We will start poisoning now, even the orc tribes that remain, we can't let them run away, without food, the orc legion will be in civil strife!"

The tower was all over, dozens of falcons took off, and the orcs had not yet begun their celebratory feast. Packets of poison and corrosive powder were thrown into the tents of the tribe, in the cattle and sheep pens, and the falcons that had finished throwing quickly returned to prepare for the second airdrop!

Many of the orcs in the tribe died, and the rest were still lingering, as if they were seriously ill. The cattle and sheep were killed and injured countless times, many corpses festered, and the remaining cattle and sheep were dying as if they were sick, just like the orcs!

When the second high priest heard the news, he couldn't help but be furious, and hurriedly asked the shaman priest group to bring the antidote to save people and cattle and sheep. With this tribe here, the orc legion can barely sustain itself, and if this tribe is destroyed, it won't take five days for the orcs to have civil strife. The antidote of the shamanic priesthood is effective, but what about such a large number of cattle and sheep. Before these shamans could think more, the second batch of airdrops came, dozens of packets of poison corrosive powder were smashed down, and those dying cattle and sheep basically couldn't survive. Several of the many shamans were poisoned, and some of their skin ulcerated.

The shaman drank the antidote, and the poison was partially cured, but the ulceration was still spreading. Every shaman drank it, and four or five bottles of antidote were still useless. The cattle and sheep over there were already badly ulcerated, some of the intestines came out, fear crept in, and the shamans, who were still festering, drank all the antidotes as if they were crazy. But no, it's corrosive powder, not poison!

The second high priest looked at the dozens of shamans whose flesh was rotting and bloody, and ordered them to be killed, all the festering people, cattle and sheep! The third and fourth airdrops, the subsequent airdrops are all orc kings in the basin, poisons, explosives, and corrosive powders. It doesn't matter if it's a strong or chronic poison, throw it all down. The basin is a good place, there is no strong wind, and all kinds of medicinal powders are permeated in the royal court.

A large number of orcs died, wounded, festered, and seriously ill, and the cave was taken care of, and several shamans who were hiding inside were killed by the scattered bomb fragments, many more were injured, and some were poisoned.

Half of the orc legion watched and left in the middle of the night, and the day after losing food, civil strife finally broke out. Some orcs have the habit of eating other orcs, not to mention that they are now out of food. Fighting each other was touched by the fact that the orcs were eaten, and gradually began to spread to the entire legion, and then developed into a fight between the orc races.

The orcs who can enter the royal court guard legion are all powerful orc warriors. The fight was very tragic, and the slaughter was not ambiguous at all, and his subordinates would not show any mercy. Bloodthirsty orc warriors, that's killing machines!

The wizards of the Northland Tower, looking at the picture in the Shadow Stone, couldn't help but gasp. More than 20,000 orcs fought each other, killing rivers of blood, killing the intestines, killing vigorously, and in the end, only a few hundred orc warriors survived!

"These orcs are crazy, more than 20,000 people fought to the end, and only a few hundred people remained!"

The tower master was shocked by the frantic fighting scene of the orc legion, and so did the other people present!

"Orcs aren't crazy, they're just trying to survive! If you think about the more than 20,000 orcs above, there is no food, they will only wait for death if they don't kill, the fewer people who remain, the more they can live, it is not difficult for hundreds of people to find something to eat in the Northland Plateau, and tens of thousands of people don't want to live. ”

"Fourth, how do you know this?"

"I won't ask! The scholars of the Tower, they know! Orcs have been like this for thousands of years, robbing when they run out of food, and robbing them of orcs also robs us. If you can't grab it, they will fight each other, and as soon as the number of orcs is small, they can survive by eating some book fur and grass roots. Only with enough food, the orcs will be able to make a comeback in a few decades. Female orcs are very capable of giving birth, don't try the tower! ”

The old face of the tower master is blue, in front of so many people, where to put the old face! Looking at the second elder who was happy to be on the side, he couldn't help but shift his gaze.

"Get two female orcs for the second child, you must be moved when you see his happy appearance!"

The second elder was happy, thinking about arranging a female orc for the tower master, but suddenly how did it come to his head! The second elder is honest, but he is also a little clever.

"Thank you tower master, I only need one female orc, and the other one you can enjoy yourself, I think our tower is very much in favor of it, let's drink the tower master and female orc's wedding wine another day!"

"Good!"

There was a commotion below!