Lord of all tribes

Chapter 168 Amos's Lamentation
The chapters of life are turned gently, and the next is the moment to write the trajectory of life.

"Amand, how long will it take for your army to break through the city gate?"

Chester's absent-minded eyes focused on a half-tiger with a tiger's head and a human body, his expression calm.

"Three days, three more days, the city of Versilia will be destroyed!" Armand's eyes flashed with anger. As a high-ranking member of the half-orc tribe, he also had many wolf cavalry under his command, but now, none of them up!
"Okay, just three days, give me two thousand and a half centaur archers, and I will take my army to stop these human lords for three days. After three days, I want to see Versilia become a city of blood!"

Chester's falcon-like gaze fixedly looked into the distance, which was the direction where the wolf cavalry was destroyed.

"Sorry, our centaur family has decided to withdraw from this year's hunt."

Roald, the elder with a high status in the centaur group, said with a calm face that the situation of the war has developed in an unpredictable direction. For the sake of the ethnic group's vital interests, Roald felt that it was time to end this game.

The foundation of their centaur clan is weak, if it is not that there is not enough food to survive the cold winter this time, the centaur clan in this muddy water would not want to go.

For the centaur race with a weak foundation, they dare not provoke half-orcs, but the strength of the human race has also been engraved in their memory from generation to generation.

This time, he followed the half-orc army and got enough food along the way. If the battle went well, Roald would not mind helping the half-orcs a little more and getting more benefits for the group.

But now it is obvious that there is nothing to be done, the battle situation has been out of their control, and the best choice is to protect yourself wisely.

As soon as Roald said that, Chester's absent-minded eyes flickered suddenly, and there was a faint murderous look.

"It's profitable, so I pounced on it with a hippie smile. Now I'm in trouble, but I want to escape. Elder Roald is very calculating!"

Chester laughed strangely. While speaking, his sturdy body had already moved in front of Roald, and he took out a hand ax from his back, his eyes full of hostility.

"In this battle, there is death and no life!"

Chester pointed the flickering white handaxe at the neck of the elder Roald of the centaur tribe, and it was obvious what he meant.

"You are rude!"

Feeling the coolness on his neck, Roald's heart skipped a beat. It's not that he didn't think that he would encounter resistance when he parted ways with the half-orc group, but he really didn't expect that the rude half-orcs would force him so directly.

Roald was so angry that his whole body was trembling, he stared fixedly at Chester's cloudy gaze, and suddenly sighed softly.

If he really turned against the half-orcs now, then the thousands of centaur elites he brought out from the Forest of Death would probably be killed by those rude half-orcs in less than a stick of incense.

The centaur family has always been famous for riding and shooting, but their close combat ability is relatively weak, at least they must not be able to compete with the rough-skinned and thick-skinned half-orc family.

Now centaur archers are all mixed with half-orcs. If it is really because of him, the great elder, that thousands of elite centaur tribes were killed or injured, it will be against Roald's original intention.

Therefore, under Chester's persecution, Roald could only nod indifferently.

Chester mobilized more than [-] centaur elite archers, and with the addition of his own tribe's troops, there were almost tens of thousands of people. He wanted to use the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of orcs and centaur archers to resist five enemies. The three-day berserk attack of the coalition forces of more than ten thousand human lords.

Buy enough time for his companion Armand to capture the city of Versilia. As long as the city of Versilia is won, it will be worthwhile even if his entire army of [-] people is wiped out.

From the very beginning, Chester had been prepared to put himself to death and survive, and sometimes he needed to vent his anger when he was so angry.

The catharsis method used by Chester is non-stop fighting, fighting, fighting!
Life is immortal and battles are endless.

Death on the battlefield is also a display of supreme glory!
Chester thinks that his group should be like him, need to fight to quell their anger, need to use blood to dye the red banner, and create a glorious myth!
He was satisfied with the high morale of the army under his command, and felt calm in his heart. This is the attitude and morale his army should maintain, fearless to death!
"Huh, at least those guys didn't find out."

A half-fox man who seemed a bit old put his hands behind his back, looked around mischievously, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that there was no trace of the half-orc.

I thought that this time I would be able to attack the city of Versilia with Lord Chester all the way and enjoy the supreme glory and wealth, but who would have thought that just when success seemed to be within reach, there would be another bolt from the blue.

Those tall and mighty wolf riders were really destroyed in this way, Amos thought with lingering fear, he always thought that these wolf riders were a symbol of invincibility, how many human armies had been tortured and killed on this plain.

But those [-] bloodthirsty and strong wolf riders were wiped out, and then the allied forces of the human race came together. The whole flat ground was full of strong and sharp human troops, what a magnificent and open place.

Although Amos is extremely looking forward to the half-orc army being able to defeat these human coalition forces, and then successfully capture the city of Versilia, which will bring him great wealth.

But sometimes we have to be more realistic. The coalition of Orcs, Barbarians and Centaurs is really cool.

Although I don't know why Lord Chester still insists on it, but from Amos' point of view, the existing coalition forces of the three races no longer have enough background to confront the human race head-on.

The war has been decided from the moment the wolf cavalry was destroyed. After all, this is the home of the human race. They have almost endless support, but what about the orcs?The death of an elite half-orc is really dead, and it can no longer be replenished.

Take it now as soon as it is good, return to the forest of death with the food looted along the way, and fight again in the coming year is the kingly way.

Although that little amount of food is not enough for the entire half-orc group to survive the cold winter, but as long as the old and weak are driven away and only the young and strong are kept, Renren can still survive. As long as they survive this cold winter, there is hope, and there is hope We can continue to grow the half-orc group.

This is the way of survival that Amos recognized in his heart, but he dared not tell Chester what he said. Now Chester has been blinded by anger. How can the words of a humble half-fox Did it fall into this ear?

Thinking about it carefully, Amos felt that he was quite sad. Although he was full of ideas, he was never reused and wasted this great talent for nothing.
(End of this chapter)