The Blood Banner Boss walks across the battlefield surrounded by a group of men.

The goblins were still busy on the battlefield yesterday, collecting loot from the corpses of the dead on both sides, and there was a noisy scene everywhere. Because there has already been a round of searching, the harvest of this round of looting is much less. Any random glitter will make a few goblins push me and crumple them into a ball. However, wherever the Blood Banner Boss goes, goblins who dare not give way will be immediately beaten.

"Master, this victory, we are much more sure of success. In her mind's eye, Carrie seemed to be happy. "It was a great victory. ”

"It's just because I have Mimilu's help. The Blood Banner Boss looked at the busy battlefield, and if anyone could look his face in the face at this time, they would see that there was no joy in the depths of his eyes.

"But it's a good example of you practicing Thomas's teachings, isn't it?"

"I barely did anything. It's just Comer...... He himself has forgotten the most basic facts. The Blood Banner Boss replied in his heart. Did he really rely on his own wisdom and courage to win the battle? No, it all boiled down to Comer's own death. In Comer's judgment, the combat power of the coalition forces is far above the greenskins, and as long as the war starts, it will definitely win (these are all told to the blood banner boss by Mimilu after eavesdropping on the military meeting), and even forget the most basic caution. But this is just Comer's own wishful thinking. The blood flag boss knows that the two sides are half a catty to eight taels in terms of strength. Coupled with the inexplicable withdrawal of the Turanians from the battlefield later, in fact, the green-skinned army had a great advantage in combat power. If there is one thing that the Blood Banner Boss has in mind, it is that he strives to turn the battle into a war of encirclement and annihilation.

Comer wasn't a good general at all, or at least not the kind of general who could command large armies. There is really nothing to be proud of in defeating such an enemy.

"Boss, boss, my boys have found some shiny goodies!" Grabb led a group of men running over. Strange to say, Grubb, who was not particularly tall and strong, was now unwittingly a big man (by goblin standards). If he used to be a small leader and relied on the prestige of the Blood Banner Boss, now that he is a leader, he can rely on his own strength.

The Bloodflag Boss had heard of such things - with victory, with the increase in status, the Greenskins would grow in stature. So it's basically easy to see at a glance which one is the boss in the greenskins. Of course, this is not necessarily reliable, and it is not uncommon for a small man to kill a big man.

The huge Greenskins have been on the battlefield for three whole days. It's normal for orcs to celebrate their victory and enjoy themselves, even if the boss stays here for a few more days. For the goblins, a few more days to loot loot is even more desirable. Many goblins have amassed a lot of money in this raid, and they are all shiny things that are "shiny".

"I don't want this waste!" the Blood Banner Boss glanced at it and ignored it. In the past few days, many of his subordinates have given him all kinds of gadgets to please the boss. A boss who can win a battle with a green skin is a good boss. All the bosses and boys are obedient to this good boss and dare not make a mistake. If there is a good thing, I will also think about the boss.

"Boss, that Black Axe guy is here again!" one of his men reminded.

The Black Axe Tribe was the last tribe to join the Blood Banner Boss, and it was only after the Blood Banner Boss defeated the Iron Fist Castle. The Black Axe Boss - of course, no one called him that after he defected, everyone called him Black Axe - although he has thousands of boys under his command, his status under the Blood Banner Boss is not high, so he has been trying to find a way to please the Blood Banner Boss recently, hoping to improve his status. In the past few days, the Black Axe Guy has been full of confidence, and he is shouting everywhere that he wants to do another big job, so the Blood Banner Boss also asked the Black Axe to look for enemy traces nearby, and also sent several additional teams of wolf riders to help him search.

"Excuse me, boss," the Black Axe flatteringly straightened the horn helmet on his head, "I've found a human!"

The Blood Banner Boss finally turned his gaze this time, glanced at the other party with a cock explosion, and then nodded and signaled him to continue.

"My wolf riders have brought news that humans are over there. There was a city of men, a great city, called ...... What is it called...... I don't remember...... But there's a lot of good stuff out there. Black Axe's face was full of excitement, and he exaggerated what he had heard from the Wolf Rider Boy to the Blood Banner Boss. The situation is well described: the defense is poor, the loot is plentiful, the defenders are few, in short, a big fat sheep that can be obtained without much effort.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Listening to the description of the Black Axe, even Tarus, who was next to the Blood Banner Boss, was eager to try. "It's all good things there, you don't need the boss to go out and let my kid go over......"

"Fuck! what does the Black Axe know?" the Blood Banner Boss glanced at the Black Axe. "What is this place? Oren City is where the real good stuff is! I don't have time to spend time here. ”

"Tell the boys to get ready, and tomorrow we will go. There are many, many good things over there that should be ours! I'm in a hurry!"

Although the words of the Blood Banner Boss are completely inconsistent with his actual actions, there is no kid who is so ignorant and comes to the boss. The leaders quickly passed on the boss's orders and prepared to pull out the camp.

If what Black Axe said was correct, it seems that the Queen Mother had accepted her advice.

He was a naked threat in his letter. If he dares to let any more troops follow his ass and find a chance to pick up the leak, the Greenskins will turn everything they go into a wasteland. On the other hand, if you go farther away and don't join in, then the Greenskins will only aim at Oren, and will deliberately avoid all the big towns.

The Bloodflag Boss returned to his tent and took out the map—he wasn't going to break his agreement with the Queen Mother. Since the Queen Mother has shown sincerity, he doesn't mind doing what was agreed.

......

When Karl walked out of the main hall, he was presiding over a large-scale ceremony. It was always long and tiring, but he had to.

Maybe a deputy should be promoted and put in charge of all these troublesome things...... Use only ...... Karl grumbled over the question. Of course, he knew that this was impossible. If nothing else, that stinky woman would definitely not agree.

The woman stayed in a base with all sorts of advanced facilities, and then pointed fingers at him, an expatriate......

While he was thinking, he noticed a horse galloping in front of him, and wherever the sound of horses' hooves went, the priests who were leaving in twos and threes got out of the way. Everyone could tell at a glance that this was a messenger with urgent messages.

But this is the interior of the Great Temple. Unless it is a matter of urgency, even a messenger cannot run wild here.

Carl stopped and stood on the top of the steps with his men. The messenger ran all the way to the bottom of the steps before turning over and dismounting, then running briskly towards where Karl was.

"Archbishop, something is wrong!" the expression on the messenger's face made it clear that he was not bringing good news, but when the news came out of his mouth, the people were shocked.

"Grand Master Comer was killed in battle?, and the troops on the expedition, including the Holy Knights, were all wiped out?!" Karl glared at the messenger in front of him, and compared with the news, the cold winter wind in his face became warmer at this moment.

"And the Greenskins are coming straight for Oren!" added the Courier.

Karl's face was getting more and more ugly, but he was able to keep his composure. And the group of people around him were far behind, dumbfounded, and some immediately knelt down to pray, and even one fainted directly.

That damn Comer is full of words, but in fact he's just a piece of waste! Lives up to his expectations and his duty. Then again, it seems that this waste has always been the commander of a small army, and has never commanded a large army...... How did he become Grand Master?

In a fit of rage, Carl even selectively forgets that it was he himself who signed the order to promote Comer to Grand Master.

Karl finally came to his senses, and Comer was dead, and he had buried all his troops. Now the problem has become even more serious.

"Someone!" he ordered one of his attendants, "Go and get me Perrin!" As soon as the attendant left, he walked towards the reception room, cursing in his heart a hundred times for the waste that had harmed others and himself.

It's not a long time. Carl hadn't even been able to sit on his ass in the reception room when Perrin came. Judging by this, the deputy head of the Holy Knights had actually been waiting for his summons not far from the Grand Temple when the messenger rushed in with bad news.

"Archbishop Kito!" Peilan's face was also ugly, "This defeat of the head of the regiment is really ......"

"Don't mention that shit!" Karl waved his hand. "He has failed my trust and his duty. From now on, you are the Grand Master of the Holy Knights!" he ordered loudly, but immediately his voice was lowered, as is the case with all exhausted people.

"Tell me, Perrin. What's going on!" he asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I will provide you with a report on the detailed process. But according to my analysis...... Failed only for a very simple reason, and that is that the greenskins have been hiding a large part of their strength. They actually have a staggering number of shamans, enough war machines, and a lot more...... In addition, there are more orcs and goblins than expected. I think it's all a trap that the vampire has arranged a long time ago, and he expected that we would send troops from the beginning, and then he took this opportunity to ......"

This reply is even worse than the others. Carl would rather hear that Comer had been defeated in a stupid blunder.

Carl took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions. "Tell me, Perran, do we have enough strength to defend now? That's no less than 70,000 troops, enough for them to surround our city from both sides. ”

"We must mobilize the whole city, gather all personnel and supplies, and evacuate those who are useless for the fighting immediately. ”

Karl nodded, there was really only one way to do it now.

It's fucking terrible, how can anything bad happen to me?, he cursed in his heart as he watched Perrin leave. Fortunately, he also estimated this situation, so he had prepared his backhand in advance!

Disguised as a green-skinned vampire? interesting...... Let's be smug for a while!, Karl smirked.