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The half-orc envoys saw that Lorraine had mercilessly shut down the peace talks, and they drove everyone out like voles in the fields. finally knew that this lord was iron-hearted, and he was going to play a hooligan completely.

This situation made these high-level elites who were in the dominance of the orcs very uncomfortable.

All along, but everyone went to the human side to grab things, money, and women, and all of a sudden, the human beings came here to grab their own things, which is really "really unruly."

But in the face of the dense Terran army, armed to the teeth, they didn't even dare to let out a fart, and immediately fled back in disgrace.

But at the same time, they also knew that if they did not rise up to resist, the day Lorraine's army attacked would be their destruction.

As a result, the orc elites fled as quickly as possible, reporting the news to their masters.

And at this time, on the shore of the Star Lake, in the place where the orcs live, except for a few leaders who are still a little sane and have some political vision, the rest of the orc patriarchs, priests, shamans, and other high-level people in the orc society are in a carnival.

They are taking advantage of the crisis that Lorraine is leading an army to turn into another opportunity.

Everyone didn't even have to think about it, and directly took advantage of "resisting foreign invasions, such a bright and righteous name, and defrauded a lot of money, cattle and sheep, and their beautiful daughters from their own people."

Everyone took this opportunity to have a happy bonfire party on the shore of Xingxing Lake, and played with a pear blossom pressed begonia, a difficult artistic behavior of old cows eating tender grass.

Because this behavior is so disgusting, it serves its purpose.

Everyone spent a lot of money again, as before, and the howling beast vigorously advocated something, such as "forty marrying twenty" and the like.

Those beasts also lived up to their expectations, not only using a variety of figures, but also citing a large number of theories, in order to prove that only the elegant behavior of the old cow eating tender grass "or, a pear flower pressing a begonia" is really in line with the customs and habits of the half-orcs, and it is in line with the trend of history.

Anyone who wants to oppose it will go against the tide of history, be unpopular, and die a good death

Because the orc society is still in the late stage of primitive society, it has not prevented the chiefs and uncles from vigorously promoting the policy of fooling the people.

In this way, even if some of the orcs who have been oppressed by the lower classes are not so careless and understand what these sons of bitch want to do, they have nothing in their hands to resist in the face of the violent dictatorship of the patriarchs. Not as big as the mouths of the screaming beasts. I can only listen to those puppies, barking in front of me like mad dogs.

Although these patriarchs are not very clear, out of their instincts, they also vaguely know in their hearts that their end has come. Therefore, it is even more important to seize the time. It's getting even crazier. Play in the dark.

Like what "every family has a mother-in-law, and they can be grooms every night, which has become a common phenomenon among the elite class of half-orcs." Pull out a patriarch casually or something, if you don't have thirty or fifty mistresses, two wives thirty fifty-six or something, you are embarrassed to greet others.

Everyone was playing like they had knocked marijuana, "Hey. When the clouds and mountains were mist, at this time, the messengers returned.

The chiefs and patriarchs received the news of the messenger's return, and they knew that this matter was related to whether their happy life could continue in the future, and they all insisted on it at the moment, and resolutely climbed out of the warm and soft arms of the second and third wives.

In the tent of the Balta patriarch, the bigwigs were all silent after listening to Dewar's briefing.

As the saying goes, there is nothing wrong with the saying "kill people and set fire to the gold belt, build bridges and repair roads without corpses", and it can be said to be a universal truth that can be applied everywhere.

The group of patriarchs gathered here now are different from the orcs who were full of spirit and went on an expedition to Ney.

At the beginning, when those tribes thought of going to the territory of human beings to rob things and women, they all had hot brains and rushed up with the Scorpion King.

As a result, most of them died in other countries, or were captured by Lorraine and became his unpaid laborers.

And the tribes who stay here are not the same as those fools who go up to be cannon fodder as soon as they poke the fire. They did not go on the expedition with the Scorpion King Vichin and Torek.

These ruffians are all smart people, and they are less than the ones who want to steal things from human territory, and they are more hooligans.

They have the vicious idea of taking advantage of the fire to rob and wait for the rabbit.

If the orcs who went to the human territory to steal things come back, they will inevitably lose their strength after the great battle with the humans, and when they return happily with the looted things, everyone will ambush them on the way, kill them, rob them of their things, and then push them on the heads of the humans when the time comes.

Even if someone doubts it afterwards, but if he has a guy in his hand, who dares to squeak? Slaughter seven or eight at will, set up a baby, and believe that everyone will keep their mouths shut.

And those orcs who went to the human territory to grab it will be even easier if they are defeated by humans.

They are as elite as they are, and there must be emptiness in the nest. When the time comes, everyone will copy the guys, and they will copy the lair of those warriors, and they will definitely make a lot of money. First, rob the property of the warriors who wanted to show off the former glory of the orc empire, then seize their wives and daughters, and then kill them... Seventy-one's parents. In the end, they will be sold as piglets to humans.

This is much higher than running to the territory of human beings to eat and sleep in the open, and to tie your head to your trouser belt and grab something, and you can also pick up the cheap.

At the beginning, the best cub under Lord Lorraine, the black devil General Volka, led the bloody storm of the steppe killed by eight hundred iron horsemen, and there may not be no industrious figures of these orcs who took advantage of the fire to rob in the middle.

As for Lorraine, although he has nearly 300,000 troops, he is more cautious and more attentive in dealing with these guys than he was in the first place when dealing with those orcs who ran to their territory to grab things.

Because these guys who know how to accumulate strength silently are really a big problem.

Just like the iron boss of Temujin who dominated the world at the beginning, and his gray grandson who has been heavy for many generations, the wild boar Pinurhachi.

At the beginning, they didn't have a hot brain, they were poked by others, like a stupid fork, with a knife, they went directly to kill the official and rebelled, cutting off the head of Dajin or Daming officials. Rebel against the oppression of the empire, but worship your godfather first

Temujin Tie Boss recognized Wang Han.

And Nurhachike is more direct, and he is shameless directly. Confess the thief as a father. The official who worshiped the Ming Dynasty was the Ming Dynasty official who killed his father and grandfather, and Li Chengliang, the governor of Liaodong, as his godfather.

After they hugged their big thick legs, they pulled their younger brother out again and fought with their own people. Practice your hands and increase your experience points.

After I reached level 80 and my feathers were full, I changed the game map and started playing the promising game of "Flag Rebellion".

In view of this, Lord Lorraine had already privately instructed Leo an extremely important and secret task.

If, after the battle, any orc comes running around and worships himself as his godfather, Leo must remind himself at the first time that he must immediately drop the cup. Let his men rush up, tie up the guy, push him directly out of the tent, and then watch the executioner cut off his head.

Only in this way can we avoid any troubles in the future.

Because the patriarchs are all cunning and abnormal guys. If you're not careful, you'll get planted in their gutter.

What's more, now these orcs are also quite powerful.

Not only did the strength of these guys not weaken because of the defeat of the orcs when they invaded the human race, but they took the opportunity of the destruction of all the tribal power elites to take advantage of the fire to rob and annex the tribe, and now their power has risen sharply.

Now they're all gathered on the shores of Star Lake. Lorraine judged from the information sent by the traitors that the current strength of these orcs was not weaker than the half-orc alliance when they invaded the human race, and even three points stronger.

If they really unite, take advantage of the home advantage, take advantage of the advantages that the locals are familiar with, viciously show the heroic posture of the local snake, and fight hard with themselves.

No matter how great Lorraine's ability is, she still has to have a hard headache. Even if he can win in the end, it will be a heavy loss, a victory for Pyrrhus.

However, there is no "what if" in this world.

Although those patriarch shamans all have seven eyes, they also have a fatal weakness.

And that's exactly what happened. Weakness also made Lorraine move south, with the confidence of victory.

As it is now.

When everyone listened to Dewar's report in the large tent of the Balta chief, they were all silent.

Every big guy squinted his eyes, pretending to be an old god, but in fact, he was secretly observing the faces of the rest of the people seated, trying to find out what was wrong.

Everyone waited silently, waiting for others to take a stand first.

If it weren't for the heavy breathing of the orc patriarchs seated. Or when they move their fat bodies, the crisp sound of the gold chains and rings on their bodies colliding will even make people think that this is an empty tent.

After a long while, there was silence in the big tent.

Dewar sat on the side, watching the lamp oil in the tent be refilled several times, but there was still no word, and his heart became more and more anxious.

The prince of the Bar-Lev tribe knew that time was extremely precious to orcs, and every second was extremely important. Because, every second passes, the army led by Lorraine will take a step forward towards Star Lake.

Unable to stand the dreary atmosphere in the tent, he felt some dampness on his forehead. Quietly reached out and touched it, but now his palms were full of wet sweat.

At last he couldn't hold back any longer, stood up, walked into the middle of the big tent, and shouted loudly to the shamans who were sitting there, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you speak, what should we do next?

When the crowd saw him screaming in the audience, it was as if they had woken up.

The bigwigs blinked and exchanged an inexplicable look, but everyone immediately lowered their heads again, still not saying a word.

Someone holds his teacup in both hands and sipps milk tea. Someone wrapped up his leather robe tightly, leaned back, and hid his face in a place where the light could not shine, only showing a sneer of disdain.

Some even looked at Dewar with a sneer.

Dewar's anger was even greater.

He pointed out the tent and shouted, "Wake up! I have seen it with my own eyes." ”

"That Lorraine" said this, he seemed to think of something, and involuntarily shivered, and then calmed down, and then continued: "That knows..."

Because Lorraine is too majestic on the savannah, the orcs are too fearful. His subordinates did not dare to mention his name, in case everyone would hear it with his downwind ears, and then sacrifice his flying sword and chase him for thousands of miles.

With a look of fear on his face, Dewar said slowly: "The army led by that man" is overwhelming the entire grassland.

They are more than the stars in the sky, and a stomp of their feet is like an earthquake.

Every time they roared, it roared in their ears like thunder.

They are like a raging tide, ready to pounce on us at any moment and drown us all.

But you're still grinding here, what's there to rub into

I beg you to come up with a solution

Did you know that we were going to die soon?

Once his army arrives, it will be too late for anything

Please, please,

As he spoke, he looked at the bigwigs sitting still unmoved, and stretched out his hand desperately, as if he could wake up these powerful bigwigs with this gesture of begging.

Just before he could finish speaking, an old voice came from next to him.

The man stood up, pointed his thick fingers at Dewar's nose, and shouted, "Dewar, shut up." With so many elders here, it's not your turn to speak!"

Dewar stopped in amazement, his eyes wide open and he looked at the man in front of him in amazement.

I saw that he was about sixty years old, which was an absolute longevity among orcs. It had a heavy gold ring around its neck, a golden fork tied around its nose, and a long red feather stuck in the back of its head. The man was looking at himself with an angry face, gasping for breath.

Seeing the man speak, although the bigwigs were still silent on the surface, they all quietly pricked up their ears.

Dewar did not show weakness at the moment, and shouted: "But we must now,

"Stay" The half-orc old man was furious, and roared angrily.

He stepped forward, then raised his hand and slapped Dewar in the face.

Under the rage, his palm was extremely strong, and Dewar was unprepared, and was slapped in place by the fan at the moment. I was dizzy for a while, and I couldn't even find the southeast and northwest.

Dewar shook his head vigorously, banishing the vertigo from his brain. Only then did I feel a burning pain in the left cheek of my face.

There was a fury in his heart, and he looked at the old man in front of him, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

Under the feral domination of the orc, for a moment, he even dizzy in his head, and his right hand involuntarily touched the dagger hanging from his waist. I want to pull out the knife and slash the old guy in front of me

But when his hand touched the cold blade, the anger in his heart disappeared suddenly. Clean.

When the good old man saw this, a look of disappointment suddenly flashed in his yellow-brown eyes. But as if he didn't notice Dewar's movements at all, he pointed out of the tent and shouted angrily: "Get out, it's not your turn to speak here, get out of here."

Dewar bowed his head weakly, allowing the old man to scold himself for a bloody dog, but he only agreed in a low voice, "Yes, father." ”

Then he staggered to the tent door.

As soon as he lifted the curtain, he was almost unable to open his eyes in the harsh sunlight outside, but he looked back at the dark tent, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but then he stamped his foot, shook the curtain vigorously, and strode out.

The old man looked at his back, and also snorted angrily, "Dong who is not angry"

Then he sat back with a grunt.

An equally obese patriarch next to him leaned over and whispered, "Dular, my concubine, you are too demanding of your son. ”

Dural looked at the man, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and said, "Balindona, you don't understand." That son of mine is completely spoiled, and he only knows how to do anything serious when he looks at some human beings.

If he had drawn his sword, he would have given me a blow, or even killed me. Be the patriarch yourself. Then I can rest assured that I will die.

Only if you are ruthless enough, can you be considered a half-orc and survive. Back in the day. That's how I got rid of my dad and took the position of patriarch. ”

At this point, he looked at the curtain as if he could still see Dewar's figure, then sighed, and continued, "And what about him, like a, who was slapped by me but didn't even dare to fart, and was completely washed of his brain by the useless thing of loyalty, filial piety, and justice of mankind." How can this be done?

If I give him the position of patriarch, he will inevitably be killed by someone else in the future, and he will be buried in the grave. At that time, this family of mine will also be uprooted. There was no one left. ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but let out another long sigh.

Balindo's fat face squeezed out a smile and said, "My old friend, you're too worried.

Definitely not. ”

He paused, then turned the subject back to the subject, and asked quietly, "By the way, what do you think about what Dewar has reported to you?"

Dural was stunned, gave him a wary look, then closed his mouth and said nothing.

Seeing that he had touched a nail, Balindona smiled wryly, then retracted his head, sat beside him, and was silent, and continued to drink his milk tea slowly.

What should I do about this?

It's actually very simple, and every one of them knows it in their hearts.