Broad World

In the middle of the night, the military camp outside Soba ended the day's hustle and bustle, and most of the soldiers had already returned to their own tents to sleep. However, in the central tent of the Iron Throne, several people were arguing fiercely. These guys are the highest-level members of the organization, fighting for the largest cake for the interest groups that they represent. They didn't know that they were already the fat in Corey's eyes, and they would be swallowed in one bite as soon as the day broke.

Listening to the screams and roars inside, the fat cat lying on the side of the tent opened his mouth and cursed silently. Since receiving the mission, the assassin team under his leadership has been ambushing here for several hours, but he has never found any chance to do it. I don't know where these **** have so much energy, from sunset to the present.

You should know that including Delter (a fallen paladin of the seventeenth level), Sarah Brightman (a illusionist of the tenth level), Baldwin (a warrior of the twelfth level), and Dick (a wandering swordsman of the fourteenth level), almost all They are all difficult characters, and launching a sneak attack at this time is definitely seeking a dead end, so there is no other way except to wait patiently.

As the saying goes, when people are unlucky when they drink cold water, they will choke their teeth. Fat cats are now in this situation. Another hour has passed, and the quarrel in the big account has not stopped, but has become more and more intense. Especially that Ms. Sarah Brightman even blessed herself with the "phantom sound technique" when she was excited, and her penetrating voice pierced her eardrums and caused pain.

Finally, because he couldn't bear the torture of the magic sound, he led the assassin team to retreat in the direction of the orc camp, preparing to hide there for a while. Come back later in the night to see if there is any chance to do it. After all, squatting in one place for too long can easily cause paralysis of the limbs. For an assassin, this is quite deadly.

With the cover of night. A group of eight people avoided the jackal camp. Because these guys with particularly sensitive noses are like dogs, they can smell strangers within tens of meters, and they are the most hated opponents of most thieves. Perhaps the people of the Iron Throne considered this issue when setting up the camp, so they placed the Jackal on the westernmost side to guard against the monsters that ran out of the Troll's Claw Shoal from time to time.

As soon as he entered the camp of the orcs, the fat cat immediately felt an atmosphere of the coming of a war. Every orc warrior who is resting is wearing armor, and weapons are placed wherever they can be reached. I believe that as long as the chief gives an order, they will wake up quickly within a few minutes. And broke out amazing combat power, completely destroying the defense system of the entire camp.

The fire in the Fugena camp was still on, and a huge figure was walking around. Obviously, when the decisive battle was about to unfold, he couldn't sleep either. After all, this is related to the survival and continuation of the entire orc tribe. If it fails, thousands of women and children will be hunted by monsters and beasts because they lose their protection, or they will be captured by other orc tribes and become the most inferior slaves. .

With excellent stealth skills, the assassin team easily escaped the watchtower built by the orcs. One by one got into the tent. The fat cat, who had never known what kind of politeness, showed his figure directly, sitting carelessly by the fire. Grab the rabbit meat that was grilled on top and ate it in big mouthfuls.

As he ate, he complained shamelessly: "Damn! There is too little salt in it, and it doesn't taste much at all. Quickly, pour me a glass of wine."

The chief looked at the fat man in front of him dumbfounded, and it took a while before he eased up. He asked with a look of surprise: "You... why did you show up here with someone? Is there any change in the plan?"

"No, everything is business as usual. I'm just here to execute the assassination of a few high-level members of the Iron Throne, but now they are all gathered together and quarreling ceaselessly, and have never been able to find a chance to start, so come here to eat something first Take a break. Okay, guys, come out, come and try the roasted rabbit meat, we will go find a chance in the middle of the night." Said the fat cat beckoned casually, and the other seven assassins also walked out of the shadows. Come out, all of a sudden, the roast rabbit meat on the campfire is divided up.

Hearing that there was no problem, Fugner breathed a sigh of relief immediately. He didn't mind that his supper was eaten into his stomach by others, instead he smiled and took out a wine pouch and handed it over: "Hey, be careful when drinking. The contents are all strong alcohol. But I think you are today. The action at night will end in failure, because those guys may not be able to fight for a result by daybreak."

The fat cat took a big gulp, then handed the wine pouch to the man next to him, frowning and asked: "Well, you are also a chief, can't you think of something?"

"Chief? Hahahahaha!" Fugna laughed self-deprecatingly. He laughed and explained: "To tell you the truth, the high-ranking members of the Iron Throne did not put us in their eyes at all. Not only me, but the leaders of the Jackal and Hobgoblins next to them are not qualified to participate. ."

"That's it, I said how did you agree so happily when you first cooperated." The fat cat showed a look of contempt.

He now finally understands the top-down structure of this big camp. The first is the iron throne at the top. They are the core, responsible for organization, planning, and distribution of the spoils. The second is the tribal chiefs and mercenary chiefs who have military power on hand, and the last are the adventurers and big soldiers who have no background at all, who have no say at all.

Fugner smiled slyly and leaned forward and asked in a low voice: "How about, do you need me to contact the jackals and hobgoblins? As long as you can promise to let them go after the war, these guys can take refuge in us. Come here."

The fat cat shook his head slightly and replied: "No, it is not necessary at all. Duke Henry absolutely does not allow these looting guys to leave alive, they will all be wiped out here."

"Kill all of them? Are you sure?" The orc chief showed a shocked expression on his face. You must know that defeat and annihilation are two different things, and the latter may be difficult to achieve without several times the combat effectiveness.

"Hey! Don't try to test me, all the answers will be revealed in the early morning." After saying that the fat cat stuffed the last piece of rabbit meat into his mouth, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and threw it directly into the fire. As an excellent thief, he will never let any smell be left on his body.

Seeing that there was nothing to ask, Fugena stopped being too entangled in this aspect, and asked about other things sideways. For example, where will the orcs be placed after the war? Is there any hope that it will be included in the administrative system of the Principality? What kind of person is the Duke and so on.

In the end, the fat cat was too annoying, so I had to tell the truth: "Sorry, I'm only responsible for collecting intelligence and engaging in assassinations. Questions like this will only be known when the news from the south comes back."

"Damn, don't we people have to wait here for a few days?" Fugner asked slightly disappointed. In addition to these thousands of people, there are more than twice as many old and weak women and children hiding on the border of the Supreme Wasteland. If they can't get a piece of land as soon as possible, they will face the dilemma of hunger and cold when winter comes.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears: "I can give you a piece of land right away, but there are still a few questions that need answers before that."

As soon as the voice fell, a wave of magic appeared in the big tent, followed by a portal that appeared out of thin air, and a handsome young man with silver hair and silver eyes walked out of it. An invisible energy radiated from all over his body, and everyone felt tremendous pressure as soon as he appeared.

The Fat Cat and several assassins instantly recognized who this was, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee and greeted in unison: "Your Excellency the Duke!"

"You are Duke Henry?" Fugner asked unsurely.

This orc chief couldn't believe that such a young human could unleash the power comparable to a giant swamp hyrax. Forgive this soil bun, because it is the most powerful and terrifying creature he has ever seen. Of course, as long as the multi-headed lizard lives for a certain number of years, it can also evolve to be comparable to top creatures such as giant dragons.

Henry nodded with a smile. "Yes, it's me. Presumably you should be the Chief Fugena who wants to join the civilized society."

He was observing the situation here just now, and he just heard the conversation between the two, so he stopped by and took a look. After all, this is related to the future layout, especially the development of the wild lands in the north, so it is not until the middle of the night that I personally use the seven-level magic "precise teleportation" to run over.

Fugner hurriedly learned the etiquette of human society and bowed deeply with one hand on his chest. "Yes, your honorable Duke, I am. I'm very sorry, because this is an enemy camp, so I can't arrange a decent and lively welcome ceremony for you."

"It's okay, your etiquette is enough to make up for all the shortcomings. I have to say that being a bold orc is really incredible. I can see that your tribe is completely different from other orcs. This time I came here. The main purpose is to talk about specific conditions."

Speaking of Henry threw a seed on the ground ~www.ltnovel.com~ I saw it quickly took root and sprouted after it fell to the ground, and it turned into a chair-shaped vine in just a few seconds. He sat down calmly and continued to say to the orc chief: "I can give you a piece of land to thrive and even help build a real city. But these are all at a price, you are sure you can Can you bear it?"

"Of course, I have worked hard for this day for a whole half of my life, no matter what the conditions are, I can discuss it." Fugner replied excitedly.

He knew that this was an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If accepted by the powerful human noble in front of him, the entire tribe could be recognized by the civilized society like some barbarians in the North. It may be decades or hundreds of years. In short, as long as they continue unswervingly, the orcs can finally get a place in this increasingly civilized world. As for the orcs and gods all go to hell, those who admire chaos and infighting are simply constantly weakening the orc race itself.

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