Broad World

Fuggner was a warrior in his early forties, covered with large and small scars. He was also a cunning chief and a wise elder. The old man). When he was young, he traveled around for a long time and saw countless prosperous towns and comfortable lives of human beings. After returning to the tribe, he hoped to change the barbaric customs of his compatriots and let them integrate into a civilized society.

But it is obviously not easy to achieve this. Because of the chaos and violence in the nature of every orc, coupled with the influence of the orc gods, it is simply wishful thinking to integrate into a civilized society as an adult. Many places even ordered the prohibition of orcs from entering the city, basically treating them the same as the monsters in the wild.

But even if the external environment is so difficult, Fugena still did not give up. He first killed the original chief in a public duel, and then began a vigorous reform. After almost a generation of sacrifices, the followers of the orcs and gods were finally successfully expelled, and the whole tribe was thrown into the embrace of the soul shaman.

Of course, the price is heavy. The huge tribal alliance of nearly 10,000 people now has less than half left, and most of them are women and children. The 2,000 people selected this time are all strong and strong. At least they are teenagers, and once the loss is too great, the entire tribe is in danger of extinction.

It can be said that Fugena laid his blood in order to integrate the tribe into a civilized society, and it is absolutely unsuccessful to be benevolent. He knew very well that the Iron Throne's virtues were less successful than failures, but there was no way, who made the orcs' reputation not so good. It can be said that both parties took what they needed, and reached an agreement on a hit, and only then did the orc army join.

Think about it and you will know. How could a normal lord allow a large group of orcs to live around his territory. God knows when they will go mad. Once the old problem is committed, the whole family will looting directly, then the situation will become out of control, or they will die in the riot.

Because of this, almost all humans are not very friendly to orcs. It can even be said to be hatred. They think that only dead orcs are good orcs. As soon as they find signs of large-scale activities around these guys, they will immediately mobilize troops to encircle and suppress them until the threat is eliminated or far away.

Just as Fugner was considering which land to choose after the victory of the war, suddenly a young orc warrior ran in and shouted: "Chief! The special envoy of the Iron Throne named Byrne is here. He said something he wanted. Talk to you alone."

"Oh? He is the only one?" Fugner asked, frowning. In his impression, this special envoy to the Iron Throne who had only recently joined was a bit strange. It seemed that he did not actively walk around for benefits like others, and always stayed in his tent and didn't know what he was doing.

The orc warrior scratched his head and replied: "He is the only one. But... this guy looks like he is in a hurry and has been walking around the gate of the camp."

Fugner touched the scar on his face and said, "Bring it in, I want to see what **** he is making."

"Understood!" The young orc warrior turned around and left.

A few minutes later, Byrne was taken into the big tent. As soon as he entered the door, he hurriedly bowed and said straightforwardly: "Dear Chief Fugena. Good afternoon. I have a very important thing that I want to talk to you alone, and I hope it won't be disturbed."

The orc chief waved his hand to signal everyone to leave, then laughed and nodded. "Hahahaha! No problem. This is all my people, you can say whatever you want, no outsider will know."

"In that case, I'm not welcome. But before getting into the subject, I want to ask first, do you think we can win this war?"

Byrne's question is quite insidious. He knew very well that neither the jackals nor the orcs, nor the giants and the trolls, were truly in harmony with the Iron Throne. Otherwise, there won't be so many riots just because of simple provocation. Although the army outside the city of Soba looks mighty and mighty, it is essentially a mob. Everyone knows that it is impossible for a mob to win unless their opponent is also a mob.

Fugner heard that there was something in the words and immediately increased his vigilance. He first looked up and down the human being in front of him, and then he licked his lips and replied: "Mr. If we do not arrive, then we will win. But... once the reinforcements arrive before the city falls, then we will fall into a situation of being attacked by two sides. I am afraid that over time..."

The chief said only half of his words, and there was no need to say the remaining half. What can an improvised army have when it gets into a dangerous place, it is nothing more than intruding, surrendering, and fleeing in all directions. No matter what happens, this war will end in failure.

"In that case, have you considered changing the camp?" Byrne asked tentatively.

"Huh? I heard that right?" Fugner narrowed his eyes. "A special envoy of the Iron Throne asked if he wanted to change the camp. This is really interesting."

Byrne was so nervous when he was seen, beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and he fell to the ground and made a "click" sound. He forced a calm and reluctant smile and continued: "I believe you should have heard that Duke Anta Silvershield has a very powerful ally, the master of the Southern Duchy, Duke Henry Angome. But he is very strong, and he is also a powerful spellcaster. Once he advances his troops northward, it will be difficult for us to stop him."

Perhaps the chief himself didn't care too much about standing on that side, or perhaps Henry's name played a role. In short, Fugna lowered his head and began to think seriously. A few minutes later, he raised his head and asked seriously: "Then Mr. Special Envoy, suppose, note that I'm only talking about hypotheses. Assuming you are a spy from the south, can you talk to me about terms on behalf of Duke Henry? ?"

"Your hypothesis is not true, and I am not qualified to discuss any conditions. But if you are really interested, please set up three braziers at the entrance of the tent. Don't have more than one. Don't be less than one. There may be something strange. People appeared." Byrne finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the orc chief was tempted, otherwise he could take him down and receive the reward.

"Very good suggestion, I plan to try it in a while. If there is nothing else, please leave immediately. Also. This is a little bit, please be sure to do it." said Fugner and took out a beautiful one. The ruby ​​ring was stuffed into Byrne's palm. He has been in the human world for a long time and knows the importance of gift giving.

Byrne stuffed it into his pocket without even looking, then smiled and nodded, and quickly left the orc camp. He just walked on the front foot. Three huge braziers were placed at the door of the chief's big tent. It seems that the orc chief is keenly aware of the danger and can't wait to start negotiations.

After all, the arrival of the spies meant that the Iron Throne’s blockade plan had failed. The Southern Principality must have known the news, so as long as it could not capture Soba within a few days, it would be tantamount to losing the initiative in the war. Fugna didn't dare to take the entire tribe to risk, so changing the camp became the best choice.

In his eyes, taking refuge in Henry is much more promising than following the Iron Throne. The former not only possesses strong military strength. And it is also very good in governing territory. Almost all the people on the west coast know the wealth of the Angkor Islands. Even the southern part of Baldur’s Gate, which has just been under its rule, has prospered a lot. The murlocs in the coastal areas have not affected the inland, agricultural and handicraft development in the least. Are quite fast.

Just as the orc chief frowned and thought, a voice suddenly came from behind him. "Good afternoon. I saw the brazier at the door, so now I'm here to discuss terms with you."

Fugner immediately turned around vigilantly, with a look of shock on his face. He looked up and down the human in front of him. Somewhat cautiously asked: "My soldiers are everywhere here, how did you get in?"

"I don't want to answer this question, because there is no need to answer it at all. The reckless guys outside have not been specially trained at all, and it is impossible to stop a sneak expert like me." The person who spoke was a fat cat with a fat body. . Unless there are canines like wolves in the orc camp, he will come and leave if he wants.

"Well, I admit that you are a very powerful thief." Fugner did not intend to entangle this issue more. He said straightforwardly: "My tribe and I need a piece of land to survive. This is the only requirement. As long as you guarantee, I can fight back at the critical moment. Of course. It would be better if we can accept us into the civilized world. Up."

Seeing the other party's frankness, Fat Cat said with a smile: "The first article is no problem at all. I can agree to this request. As for joining the duchy system, you must get the permission of Duke Henry. I will use the fastest speed. When the news is sent, there will be a clear answer within a week at the latest."

The assured Fugna breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately afterwards, he asked: "Thank you very much. Now we should be considered as a formal alliance? Shouldn't we reveal a little bit of your plan~www.ltnovel.com~ so that I can be mentally prepared?"

The fat cat considered for a while, then nodded. "Yes, but not too much, because I can't fully believe you now. In fact, our army has set off long ago and is now on the way to here. You and your tribe will do it from now on. Be prepared, it won’t be long before they will appear near Soba and complete the deadliest blow."

His words made Fugna instantly startled in a cold sweat. The orc chief wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a wry smile appeared on his face. "I see, it turns out that you have a firm chance to win, but you don't want to lose too much."

"Yes, it seems that you are a very clever orc. I will send someone to notify you before the attack. At that time, your task is to create chaos and try not to allow the Iron Throne people to have a chance to organize resistance. What I want to say It's all over, goodbye."

As soon as the voice fell, the fat cat got out of the big tent and disappeared in a few clicks. His agile movements made Fugner stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses until half a minute later, and then shook his head with a wry smile and began to plan how to mess up the whole camp. (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.)