Broad World

Just as Henry and the others were advancing along the dangerous sewers, this spy war was being staged in the northern town of Basso. Byrne and the elite assassins of the union successfully penetrated into the Iron Throne army a few days ago, and then they have been secretly instigating the contradiction between monsters and human mercenaries. There were more than 30 fights in just two days. , Resulting in nearly a hundred deaths. It was because of their efforts that gave the exhausted defenders a respite, allowing Soba, who was already precarious, to survive again.

Looking at the chaotic camp outside the tent, Byrne had a sneer on his face. He finally understood why the senior officials of the Principality had always looked down on the Iron Throne, because these guys didn't know how to manage an army. Look at these disjointed monsters and human mercenaries, just quietly engaged in a few assassinations. Immediately started the inner bar. Had it not been for a team of direct elites to suppress it, they might have been fighting each other long ago.

Want to occupy a piece of land and build your own country with such poor organizational skills? It's just a donkey kicked in the brain. These Iron Throne guys had already begun to split before they captured Soba. Representatives of various forces wooed the commanders who held the military power, even monsters such as the orcs and the jackals.

They did not know that the town of Treir in the south had been occupied by the army led by Corey. At the same time, another army led by Amber also took down Schoebel. They were reorganizing prisoners and sweeping all the villages. It would not take long. The Hebei coast will be cleared. It can be said that the Iron Throne’s current retreat has been cut off. If you lose the battle, you can only flee to the highest wilderness in the north. As for the dragon forest to the east, no one will consider it unless you want to commit suicide.

Know that there are a group of green dragons hidden under the tall redwoods and thick pine trees in this forest. And firmly believe that he is the owner of the forest. They accurately assessed their control over this territory. Anyone who dared to enter would be besieged by more than one dragon. Except for a few adventurers who wanted to be dragon slayers, no one wanted to go in and die.

And it is said that there is a fortress called Lehrenberg in the depths of the forest, in which a powerful lich once lived. But later the Harpers League sent someone to kill this guy. But in the end they didn't know why, they violated their original purpose and embarked on the evil path. In short, this is a dangerous and terrifying forest, and intruders usually die within ten days.

Just as Byrne was considering how he should continue to provoke him in the next step, he suddenly realized that he didn't know when there was an extra person in the tent, so he did not dare to be careless. Immediately he drew out the rapier pinned to his waist and was ready for battle. Although it is not necessarily useful to do so, but one second can be delayed for one second, maybe someone will come to save yourself after a while.

However, the slightly fat thief did not attack, but found a chair and sat down. With a Ruoyoruowu smile on his face, he asked, "You are Byrne? The captive who surrendered?"

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?" Byrne showed a nervous expression on his face. His current identity is a spy, and once discovered, he is dead.

"Don't be nervous. Relax. I am the leader of all intelligence work in the North sent by Chief Robert. You can call me Fat Cat. Tell me, how is the situation here now? Is it possible to create some chaos or internal leverage? The Kory Knight will arrive in two days. In order to reduce unnecessary losses, we must do something to reduce the number of enemies."

This guy who claims to be a fat cat is Robert's most powerful lycanthrope. I saw this guy pouring himself a glass of wine with his legs folded, sitting in a chair while drinking while quietly waiting for a reply. He didn't even look at the rapier pointed at him. Because of the cat's extremely sensitive reflex nerves, even a dozen volleys of crossbows can be easily avoided.

Byrne's face was a little uncertain. After a while, he put the weapon back into the sheath and asked with a wry smile: "Please, can't you come up with a proof or something?"

"Hahahahaha! You shouldn't have heard too much of the story of a bard, right? Still proof of identity? I know your identity is the biggest proof." Fat cat replied with a big smile. As one of the senior officials of the entire intelligence agency, he would not carry the status symbol, because it was purely looking for death. Robert has taught every thief leader that the more commonplace he is, the better he can protect himself.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Byrne said dejectedly. He carefully tightened the tent, then took a piece of parchment from his arms and handed it over. "This is the information I have collected in the past few days. I originally wanted to send it out tonight."

The fat cat drank all the wine in the glass. Then he took the parchment and looked at it carefully. After a few minutes, he frowned and began to consider what should be done next. Although the recorded information is very detailed, there are only a few that are really useful. What's more, there is not much time now, too long a cycle will definitely not work.

Considering that he will raise his head and ask Byrne: "Do you think this orc chief named Fugna has the possibility of being wooed by us?"

The latter recalled for a few seconds, then frowned and replied: "I don't know. As far as I know, this orc is not the same as ordinary ones. They don't believe in any deity of the orc **** family, but worship the ancients. In the Shamanism of China, most of the people in the tribe who are responsible for curing diseases are soul shamans. The Iron Throne promised to set aside a piece of land for these guys to survive and multiply as long as they can win this war."

"You mean, if we can also come up with a piece of land, then they will fight back?" Fat Cat asked with bright eyes. Knowing that there is so much vacant land, it is not a problem to delineate a piece of land.

In fact, the land divided by Henry and Anta Silver Shield was only a small part, and there were many towns, villages, forests and mountains in the surrounding area that were not brought under control. This land has a very resounding name on the map, called West Hartland. It is sandwiched between the Cape Storm Mountains in Cormyr and the Sword Bay on the south side of Deepwater City, up to the Lizard Swamp in the northwest and the lonely wasteland on the edge of the Enook Desert in the northeast, and extending down to Belgou in the southwest. It borders the extreme east on the edge of the Dragon Coast to the southeast and the green fields.

In terms of area, it is more than the sum of the three countries of Amn, Tessel, and Karinshan, but it is far worse in terms of population. Most of the residents here live in settlements scattered on the wilderness, ranging from dozens to thousands of people, forming countless villages, towns and cities.

They do not belong to each other politically, but they are closely connected military and economically, forming an organization similar to a city-state coalition. Among them, Baldur's Gate has gradually become the most powerful one with its superior geographical location and developed ocean trade, dominating the most lands and towns.

Because the territory is really too big, even if the war is won, the country Henry established can only radiate about one-third of the area, and other places are still in a state of disorganized self-control. Fat Cat intends to paint a piece of land a little further away for the orc tribe to live in, and is not worried about any bad effects they will have.

Byrne thought about it for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and replied: "I can try it out, but the result is hard to tell. After all, these guys are fundamentally different from their kind. They are neither greedy nor bloodthirsty, so I need you. Authorized by you, you can disclose some information when necessary."

The fat cat nodded without hesitation. "Yes. But it’s better to be cautious, and make a sentence or two after confirming that the other party has intentions in this regard. Remember, don’t make too much, especially the movement of the army. If this orc named Fugna The chief agreed and let it set up three braziers in front of the tent, and I will personally go to him and discuss it in detail."

"Understand, I don't want to die until I see my mother and sister are safe." As he said, Byrne tidyed up his clothes and turned around and walked out of the tent.

Looking at her back, Fat Cat smiled and shouted: "Don't worry, our people have already started buying people from Cormyr Royal Prison, and it won't take long to get people out."

"Really?" Byrne quickly turned around and asked. But he only saw the empty big tent and the swaying chair, and the fat cat was gone.

"Damn it! Why do these thieves like to talk half way, and disappear at every turn." Byrne cursed as he walked towards the orc camp. But scolding, but the mood is terribly good. Because he knew that the other party didn't need to lie at all, after all, he was just an insignificant little person, and he didn't even have a little bargaining capital.

The orc camp is arranged on the westernmost side ~www.ltnovel.com~ next to the cave where the jackals live. Perhaps the Iron Throne initially brought these two non-human races together to reduce trouble. After all, there are a large number of orcs, and their combat effectiveness is also very strong. It should be able to suppress the jackals who like trouble.

But this time they miscalculated. The two races didn't know what secret agreement they had reached. In short, the Jackal never went to the orc camp to make trouble, but went around a large circle to find the trouble of human mercenaries. And the orcs also went to fight the autumn wind every three to five. Many human mercenaries’ food, armor, weapons, wine, and some spoils were robbed every three to five. For this reason, the two sides can be said to have a lot of grievances, so it will happen frequently. Fighting is not surprising.

But what makes people feel weird is that in the several riots, the jackals and human mercenaries suffered heavy casualties, but the orcs rarely suffered. Their chiefs can always transfer themselves back to the camp when they are about to fight. One or two times may be a coincidence, but each time it is quite intriguing.

Byrne knew that this temptation would never be too easy, because Chief Fugna was different from ordinary orcs, he was a very smart and very cunning guy. This can be seen from the beliefs of the tribe, they would rather keep the primitive shamanism than worship the chaotic orc gods. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)