"It's not really a big deal. This time, His Royal Highness Awen left Henas, not only to thank Lord Asog in person, but also to fulfill the original bet with him. Remember that phrase at the beginning? If this time, Lord Asog, the 'Heart of the Dragon', can really defeat the Federation's main fleet, she will provide the Burning Blade tribe with a hundred enchanted weapons, five hundred steel weapons, and five hundred sets of steel armor, all of which are heavy weapons and heavy armor suitable for orcs. Marquis Savile smiled and said, "At this time, His Highness Yawen's people should have brought these things to resist the Iron Fist Fortress, and they are probably having a good conversation with Asog Khan." ”

As for what the two big leaders have to talk about besides talking about how to listen to and how to make a bet, it's not just a casual thing for the people to talk about. In short, Moug and the Marquis of Savile smiled at each other, knowing each other.

"This is a great thank you for the generosity of Her Highness Yawen." Moug said in a sincere tone: "Originally, it was just a joke-style bet, but it annoyed His Highness to be so expensive. I am sure that Khan Asog will come to His Highness with the utmost enthusiasm and sincerity. ”

"It's not a waste of money. When it comes to the craft of casting, our blood clan naturally does not dare to compare with the dwarven elves, but at least it is not below humans, and it is also unique in the field of enchantment. These weapons remained in Henas and were useless, but in the hands of Asog Khan at this time, they would definitely be able to exert their greatest effect. Marquis Savile laughed.

Moug smiled faintly, and without saying anything, he lifted a large crystal wine bottle. He poured the blood-red liquor into the other's glass.

Marquis Saville frowned slightly, he was a vampire daywalker. Of course, he can also taste normal food and drink, but that doesn't mean he likes it. But. The other party toasted himself, if he didn't drink it, wouldn't it seem that he was very rude to this elegant and noble blood nobleman?

However, when he just picked up the wine glass, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he felt the smell of "wine" filling his nose, and then smiled: "This is really bothering you." ”

"After all, you're a guest from afar." Moug said, "The blood taken from a young and beautiful girl an hour ago should be to your taste, right?" ”

"However, the use of prisoners of war as ingredients ......," said Marquis Savile, shrugging his shoulders, "You know, just two minutes ago we were seriously discussing the light of civilization for racial evolution." ”

"What you're saying is horrible. But. Marquis, we're at war! In war, how many atrocities and crimes have been carried out in broad daylight, in the eyes of the gods sitting in the sky, but in the history of civilization for tens of thousands of years, such crimes have always existed, and will exist in the future. ”

"Is there necessarily a shadow behind the light of civilization?" Marquis Savile sighed. But he still drank the fresh blood in the wine glass. At that time, a hint of ruddy suddenly appeared on his fair face, although it was fleeting, but it still brought a trace of vitality to his whole temperament.

"About twenty years old. Clean virgin blood, and ...... Or the blood of a magician. Sure enough, it's the best. The marquis thought about it, then sighed and shook his head: "It's a pity. ”

An abrupt collision sound came from the wall next to the "poof...... sound. The faces of the two people sitting in the dining room immediately sank. Stood up almost at the same moment.

"Anyone else here?" Savile asked.

"It shouldn't be possible." Moug muttered, glancing around. His gaze rested on the closet. Look at it intently. Since it was summer, there was no fire lit here. And squeezed a thick layer of ash, which doesn't look like a sign of someone coming.

The orc commander pondered for a moment, just wondering if he was going to pry open this closet to take a look, but he felt a little pity, because although this closet is old, the vine patterns and stone carvings around it are still preserved for most of it. If it is broken like this, even he, an orc, will feel a special pity.

It was at this time that there was a sound of "plopping ropes" from the zenith, accompanied by the sound of rats chirping. With a little bit of magic, Savile felt a small source of heat escape from the partition in the ceiling, and soon disappeared into the crack in the wall.

"It turned out to be this little thing, what a disappointment." Moug laughed.

"It's been more than 10,000 years, maybe this castle has become their country, and it's understandable that we invaded their home without making a sound." The Orc Commander laughed.

Subsequently, this little episode was forgotten by the two as an occasional spice.

"Actually, you don't have to feel like it's a pity." Moug glanced at the wine glass in the marquis's hand and said with a smile: "This blood does come from a prisoner of war, a beautiful young magician, but although the appearance is harmless, the temper is very rebellious. Even though almost all of his men were killed in battle, and he was seriously wounded, he was still dishonest when he was escorted into the castle, and one of them was careless and ready to escape, injuring two of my young men. Even according to the conventions of the 'civilized world', such a bad boy who is not destined to become a prisoner of war should be put to death, right? Had it not been for Master Asog's death order, all the captured Alliance mages would have been sent to Tekken Fortress, and perhaps I would have put her to death. ”

"So, what about this delicious blood?"

"It's just a little blood for her, so she'll be more honest. It can be said that it is a multi-pronged approach. The orc general smiled slightly.

"You've got a heart." The Marquis groaned for a moment, raised his glass, and said sincerely: "In short, thank you very much for your hospitality. ”

"Then, for the sake of contemptible hospitality, Lord Marquis. Just talk about it openly and honestly. We're not aligned, but I think. Two parties with similar goals and positions, even if they have not worked together before. But they also have a strong foundation for alliances. I'm sure Khan Asog agrees with that. The orc commander said, "What is the purpose of Your Excellency's secret visit to me this time?" As long as it is not an unreasonable request, it is okay to talk about it. ”

At this time, the orc commander with fierce buckteeth like a beast and a strong physique like steel and iron bones did not look like a typical orc warrior who had risen to a high position by brute force, but like a man in a formal dress, sitting in a bright office, using elegant and appropriate words to hide his aggressive views and cold interest appeals. The kind of sophisticated and mature diplomat.

"It seems that I am hypocritical." The Marquis finally showed a self-deprecating smile: "As you said, this time, the contemptible man came in secret. Of course, His Royal Highness Yawen knew, but several relatives of the same family did not, and like Asog Khan, the Black Duke Angmar, who was also in the Iron Fist Fortress, did not know. ”

Angmar didn't know, and neither did his boss, Kazan, the plague king. He didn't say that. But the meaning of the expression could not be clearer.

By the way, isn't the Plague King also the boss of your blood clan, the Modleia family? The orc raised his eyelids, his expression looking a little playful.

"If the Blood Clan wants to regain its due glory, it is not enough to rely on its current strength. We need to tap into the power of our ancestors. But. The power of the Modleia family is limited, and if they mobilize too many people, they will definitely attract the suspicion of the plague king. So. This time, the contemptible people are here to borrow troops. ”

"Borrowed soldiers? Belch. This is indeed reasonable, but it is also an unexpected request. But it's not an unreasonable request...... However, your Excellency, you are not unaware of the situation here, and soon the army will march south over Mount Namoa to attack the city of Heiman. To be honest, the troops are actually a little stretched. Moug looked embarrassed. He is not pretending, for orcs, one is one, even an atypical orc general like him who has rarely received a higher education or even studied philosophy.

"I understand your current situation. Besides, until the alliance was reached, we both had limited trust in each other, so I don't expect your heroic people to shed their blood for our great cause. Marquis Savile smiled, "All I need is one or two Kodo beasts that can pull luggage, and hundreds of goblins or doglegs or the like." ”

"That's all?" Moug's eyes widened a little, and his tone was indeed a little surprised.

"That's all there is to it. Of course, we'll take care of the rest. Anyway, in a few days, His Royal Highness Yawen will also leave the Iron Fist Fortress and the Contemptible Round. Of course, she could have made similar demands to the Khan of Asog, but moving troops from there would inevitably raise the suspicions of the Duke of Angmar, and we would not have to risk it. ”

The orc commander was stunned for a few seconds, and then let out a hearty laugh: "Where are you borrowing soldiers, you are clearly cannon fodder borrowing paths and stepping on traps!" ”

"Hehe, in a sense, if you want to understand it this way, there is actually no problem." The Marquis of Savile only smiled disapprerovingly.

"I don't have these cannon fodder slaves here, but my subordinate Sutai has led nearly 30,000 slaves over the mountains and is camping on the southern edge of the dark jungle to build siege engines. I can write a letter of introduction, and you can take it there to find him. Five hundred goblins and kobold soldiers, plus ten Kodomons, I can still get my hands on them. ”

In the eyes of the orcs, goblins and doglegs are not clansmen, but slaves, cannon fodder plus spare rations, and because of their strong reproductive ability, they do not have to worry about extinction at all, they can be used as consumables without hesitation, and naturally they can also be used to sell favors to future allies.

"Then, on behalf of Her Highness Yawen, I would like to thank you for your generosity."

"No, no, no, compared to the weapons given to us by His Highness, this return gift is really not worth mentioning. I believe that this is just the first step in a happy cooperation in the future. Moug laughed and patted the Marquis on the shoulder until the latter smiled wryly. Only at this time did this orc leader really look a bit like a typical orc.

Now that the business was over, the two sat down and enjoyed the "wine" and "food" as a matter of course. They talk a lot about the past and the present, but they have a bit of a chic and uninhibited "celebrity style". Although one is the leader of the five orcs and the other is a vampire nobleman who pretends to be forced to the extreme, and from the point of view of appearance and temperament, he is a little out of bounds, but the two people involved feel very happy, and they feel a little ♂ sympathetic.

All in all, the guests and hosts are happy. As for episodes such as the little mouse in the middle of the conversation, they were naturally ignored by the two unconsciously. (To be continued......)

PS: Keep asking for tickets