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The patriarchs, chieftains, noses, and gods here are all orc elites, leaders at the top of the ruling class's food chain.

They all knew very well that "now the entire orc race was facing the weight of life and death, and the human race, under the leadership of Lorraine, swept away its previous presence, like Sailor Moon." In the blink of an eye, the gorgeous transformation was completed. From a weak young girl, she instantly became a level rogue. And also a class hooligan armed to the teeth.

In the face of the army led by Lorraine that came to take revenge like a frenzy, every orc knew that this lord was not a good man, and they had come to take revenge.

When they passed, they inevitably left behind a scorched earth and smoke rushing into the sky.

At this critical juncture, when the survival of the orc race is at stake. Not to mention these high-positional, well-informed leaders, even the half-orc bare-ass babies know what to do.

It's like a big talk, "sincere unity," unite as one, and so on, and then call on everyone to join forces, huddle together, and concentrate on fighting Lorraine's army.

Although the prairie was vast, they could not take a step back.

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Behind them, are the stars

Only everyone is tightly united and fights Lorraine fiercely.

For the sake of this battle, everyone can go forward without sacrificing and defend the dignity of the race with the blood and lives of the orcs.

Only this war defeated him. In order to let the so-called imperial god of war understand the determination of the orcs to defend their freedom and independence.

Everyone unite to drive that invader out of the prairie, so that the evil empire will not dare to set foot on the prairie again for the next hundred years

It stands to reason that it's something that such a fart knows about it, and it's impossible for these bigwigs not to know.

But now, at this moment of great urgency, a group of orcs have gathered. It should be to open the incense hall together, cut off the head of the chicken, and burn the yellow paper. Then they pricked their fingers together, dripped into the wine, and kowtowed together. Bye. Shout a few words: "Don't ask to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day." But I begged to die on the same day and month of the same year, or something, and finally drank that bowl of rice wine together.

Wait until you get up. Just learn what "the three brothers in the peach garden, the same, everyone can also be called "the thirteen Taibao of Xingxing Lake, or something, come to a loud name."

Maybe after defeating Lorraine, everyone will be famous for eternity.

After three or five thousand years, as long as the prestige of the original half-orcs is mentioned, there are also bards who can have a broken erhu and sing a song "Rolling stars and lakes flowing east, and the waves sweep away the heroes..."

But now, although these bigwigs are together, they all know that at this moment of life and death. Exactly what should be done.

But instead of coming up with a positive plan to face the battle, they all sat together, drank tea and fell asleep there, killing time.

The only sound in the tent was the sound of the big guy fragging and farting.

The reason why these masters here can be regarded as big men and ride on the heads of the orc people is not because they have a good father. Of course, there's no denying it. This is only one of the main reasons, but it is not the main reason.

The main reason is that they are all smart people, just like excellent farmer entrepreneurs, bankers, and Mr. Huang Shiren, all of whom are calculating and sophisticated.

These guys are not only good at taking advantage of favorable conditions. Scooping things in their pockets, usurping other people's property, and trying to force their daughters to be their second wives.

And they are also good at taking advantage of unfavorable conditions and lightly turning them into favorable conditions for themselves. It's like a war money. Or in times of natural disasters. Call on the people to donate enthusiastically, and then fill their pockets greatly from the middle.

Sometimes, if it is really profitable, they will even deliberately create some kind of disaster and then suck the blood from the common people.

And now, Lorraine has led a large army to fight, although this is definitely a great disaster for the ordinary orc people. But for these masters, it is a good opportunity to send it to the door.

Everyone can get their hands on it from the middle again, and they will be rich.

The lives and deaths of the people?

Come on!

What's the matter with those uncles?

Moreover, if those ordinary people are living a good life, not worrying about eating and drinking, and starting to play spiritual pursuits, how can they use material and money to lure their beautiful daughters to stumble?

How can those young and beautiful girls be willing to be their second wife and third for the tens of thousands of dollars or a house?

Everyone sits here without saying a word, in a sense, it is also the same nature as when going to the vegetable market to sell vegetables, arguing with the vegetable seller for a long time for a dime cheap.

All of these patriarchs and chieftains here are powerful figures. It's okay to eat enough every day, except for soaking the second milk and putting the three, although the rest of the time is not much, but what is done is to do things under intrigue.

For them, even if they are making a gesture, farting is a deep-seated reason behind the political nature.

In the history of the orcs, there have been such times

There was a half-orc general who was very disrespectful in front of the patriarch, and the patriarch immediately sensed from his sensitive sense of political sense and smell that this guy was very disrespectful to himself in his heart. To be disrespectful is to have other thoughts. If you have an idea, then you don't need to talk about anything else, you just want to rebel.

As a result, the patriarch acted resolutely, arrested the general on the spot, raided his house, and found out a terrorist organization that wanted to subvert the patriarch's rule.

There is such a introduction, in the "bloody case led by a fart", the common people just treat it as a joke, and remember not to fart in front of the patriarch.

However, the patriarchs stood at the height of politics and deeply understood this matter.

Their words and deeds are also endowed with political sensitivity.

Although everyone doesn't talk about it, the more old they are, the more they care about these things.

Just like Hong Tianwang, after Brother Xiuquan became the boss, he had to have a high degree of political sex even if he flirted with Sanda. For this reason, his old man also specially compiled a list including "Ten should be beaten." in. There are a lot of great and excellent works such as harem guide poems, and also the use of high-tech means for those harem three, systematic, digital and so on management.

At present, although the half-orcs are a little more sloppy than that Hong Tianwang, they have never read private moats, and they have not been brainwashed by Confucianism, but they are no exception.

This is a place where the big guys meet.

First of all, a statement of a state has a far-reaching political meaning behind it.

In any class society, the most important thing is not what you say. Don't care, right? The most important thing is that if you jump out and say a word, call on everyone to "unite and unite as one" to form an army to resist the invasion of Lorraine."

But are you quite weighty enough? Are you qualified to say this? How many brothers do you have who want to blow up their wings and jump out?

If a few bigwigs don't like you, they secretly discuss it, maybe at night, everyone will gang up to slaughter you, and the tribe will be privately divided.

Therefore, those tribal patriarchs who did not have enough strength to pay for themselves naturally did not dare to speak out.

And the subordinates sitting in the middle were numerous. The big guys of the red stick thousands of members are also in the stomach.

Because they all know that the so-called "solidarity, unity, together against Nasuke, the aggressor." It's easy to say.

But there is a key question in the middle: which city will everyone be united into?

In fact, to put it bluntly, who will be the leading brother? Who will be the leader?

Will the orcs as the leader of the dragon be the leader of the Polak Patriarch, or will the Dural Patriarch of the Bar-Lev tribe be the chief helmsman? Or will the Balindona chieftain recommended by Tervar be the leader of the Green Forest Alliance?

The more urgent and the more angry the eyebrows, the more these uncles have to calm down. Hold your head steady. You must not show your timidity and show your panic.

Don't say yes, like a rabbit that sees a big bad wolf, jumping around.

I just can't hold my breath. Speak first. If you make that kind of untimely and undignified move, you will lose a lot of points. Or even lose the opportunity to become the leader of the alliance.

If you can't be the leader of the alliance, you will only have to be cannon fodder in the future, even if you defeat Lorraine, your own strength will inevitably be damaged, and when the time comes, the leader of the alliance will inevitably have a growing reputation and a higher voice.

In case in the future, the alliance leader ran over and said, "We have a good relationship, let's merge"

At that time. I have only one way to go, jumping Star Lake.

Therefore, although the half-orc race is now at such an urgent moment as the fire burns the eyebrows and lives and dies, everyone is fighting for power and profit. This is the most important problem, but it is still here to taste milk tea tastelessly, pretending to fall asleep, and still not saying a word.

It's not surprising that these are the elite of the orcs, and they are all smart people with leaders. And the biggest characteristic of smart people is that they only know how to take advantage of others. No matter what time it is, you can't afford to lose.

In addition, the traitors sent by Lord Lorraine were also extremely successful in infiltrating them. Convince a few of the hopeless patriarchs to convert.

They are all lurking here, waiting for these bigwigs to start fighting for power, and then wield their-stirring sticks to completely muddy the water.

Hence it. In the anticipation of all orc warriors and tribal warriors, the meeting went on.

Everyone is like a resentful woman, looking forward to one day, no result, another day, no result, looking forward to another day. Still no results.

This most famous, critical, and urgent meeting in the history of the orcs was held for three days, and still no plan came out.

This is the longest time ever for the most urgent meeting in recorded history.

At the same time, the "shrewd and over-the-top stupidity" of the orcs will forever be engraved on the pillar of shame

In the early hours of the third day. The sun has not yet risen.

There was silence all around.

There is only a touch of fish white on the horizon. On the shore of Xingxing Lake, wisps of light mist like white yarn drift away. The verdant green grass was also covered with crystal dewdrops.

The plump dew hangs on the tips of the grass,

Just as the dew was falling, a big foot full of long hair stepped over it mercilessly, trampling the grass to the ground.

The orc warrior Pigehla held up his ancestral spear and stretched widely. After a night on duty. His face looked extremely tired.

But he took a few more steps, then turned his eyes strangely and looked down, and now that no one was following him, he immediately quickly took out a water bag from his bosom, and then lifted it up. Immediately afterwards, he tilted his neck and poured a large mouthful. The last face vomited comfortably and smashed his tongue.

He looked down at the water bag and wanted to take another sip. But after hesitating for a moment, he finally put the water bag back in his arms.

He gently patted the water bag in his arms with his right hand, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

Because the water bag was full of liquor. Take a bite. It's like drinking fire water, which can burn from the throat all the way to the heart. It's spicy and enjoyable, and it's very comfortable.

This wine was two days ago, when he was on guard, someone wanted to secretly go out to study and bribe him.

Originally, Piguera still wanted to hand over the guy and replace it with two catties of potatoes, but when the guy opened the flask and smelled the tangy aroma of wine, old Piguera immediately changed his mind.

Three catties of good wine, in exchange for that person secretly out of the camp. It's a good deal

The more Piguera thought about it, the more he realized how wise his decision had been.

It's just a pity that I heard that this wine can only be made by humans, and even those dwarves regard this wine as a treasure. Come to think of it. Piguera couldn't help but happily reach out again, and gently patted his chest twice like a baby.

He took a few steps forward with his spear on his shoulder, and now he couldn't help it, so he took out his water bag. Only this time he was reluctant to take another sip, but reluctantly put the wine in front of his big nose, and then took a deep breath.

At this moment, all of a sudden, Piguera heard his heart pound and "tom, the ground beats, and he couldn't help but be stunned."

Like a beast of prey, he raised his head vigilantly, and looked down with wide eyes. But after looking at it for a while, there was still nothing to see.

He couldn't help but blink suspiciously. But as a half-orc, Piguera had a keen instinct that had saved him countless times.

Although there was nothing suspicious, he still did not dare to relax. Because he smelled the ominous smell in the air.

This atmosphere was so solemn and oppressive, even when the wolf plague came, it was faced with thousands of evil wolves. Neither had he ever been so upset.

At this moment, faintly. I heard a loud "tom" sound, and it sounded again.

At the same time as that sound. The big movement under his feet seemed to shake a little.

Piguera took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and looked towards the horizon.

At this time, the sun had just risen, and the bright sunlight pierced the mist at the far end of the horizon, and the scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

I saw a thin silk thread appear in the sky.

Then, the thread slowly enlarged and turned into a red ribbon.

As the ribbon grew larger, the earth began to tremble faintly.

Finally, as the ribbon got closer and closer, it became a clear figure.

They came like a tidal wave.

Overwhelming warriors filled the steppe in the distance.

The red uniforms on their bodies stained the earth and the sky as red as blood.

Even though it was far away, Piguera could feel the earth tremble more and more intensely under the uniform footsteps on the other side.

"The soul of the ancestor in heaven. Pigehla muttered.

He stared at the ocean-like crowd in the distance, and his eyes widened in stunned. It's like seeing a poisonous snake, standing still in extreme terror, not knowing what to do.

It was a long time before he came to his senses.

"Alarm, alarm, humans coming" Like a monkey on fire, Piguera shouted desperately while waving the spear in his hand, and ran to the camp not far away.

The water bag in his hand didn't know what had fallen to the ground, and the pure and transparent liquid flowed out silently, soaking the land.

With Pirag's loud shout, it was as if a pebble had been thrown into the calm water. In the Orc camp of Star Lake, countless human heads suddenly popped up from the tent

They looked at the army in the distance that was surging like a tide, and immediately panicked, and all of them were panicked, like headless flies scurrying around the camp.

Everyone was screaming for their lives.

"What to do, how to do it?"

The murderous demon king is here. ”

"What should we do?"

"Quick, think of a way"

On April 12, 833 Julian calendar, Lorraine led a large army on the shores of the Star Lake.

Never before in history have human legions penetrated so far into the savannah. This alone is enough to make him famous in the history books.