On the aisle of the Otore Palace, a person walked in a hurry, with a slightly panicked expression on his face. This man was none other than the old butler of Archduke Louis Perchens. Such an expression is rarely shown from this person's body, so the generals on the road have looked sideways, not knowing what can make this person so nervous.

"Knock knock knock......" A series of knocks on the door were as dense as a drizzle.

This woke up Archduke Louis Perchens, who was taking a nap, and he had not had much free lately, and this little nap in the middle of the day became the most enjoyable and relaxing time of the day. There would hardly be anyone who would disturb the Grand Duke's rest during this time.

"Come in." Archduke Louis Perchens opened his eyes and looked out. I whispered this, and I didn't get angry, I just calmed down.

"Sorry to disturb your rest. Just my lord, there is a message that needs to be known to you. The old man gently pushed the door open, and the cold wind outside sprang in mischievously, pushing out the heat inside a lot.

"Tell me, I've rarely seen you in such a hurry." Archduke Louis Perchens looked at the expression on this man's face, and he unconsciously became nervous.

"My lord, I got a message from a group of soldiers who came back from patrolling outside, saying that they had stumbled upon a group of red-eyed black spiders in a woodland on the outskirts, and that they had spotted a guy in a red robe." The old man's tone was very solemn, and his tone was very infectious, which made the face of the Grand Duke Louis Perchens change.

"Are you sure? Is this information reliable? Archduke Louis Perchens calmed his emotions and said with a twinkle in his eyes, but it was also evident from the somewhat repetitive questioning that his mind was not calm.

"The soldiers were all terrified, and I would secretly have people follow them to see if it was true. At the same time, I asked people to go to the place where the incident occurred......" As the old man spoke, a round ball on his arm flashed, a dazzling red light.

Seeing this burst of light, the faces of both of them changed.

"How can there be a believer of that one here? Have we been discovered? Archduke Louis Perchens was a little flustered, but he lost his mind before that.

"No, that's not usually very interested in this kind of thing. Maybe it was just something around here that caught their attention. The old man shook his head slightly, and quietly extinguished the idea of Archduke Louis Perchens.

"I guess those stupid guys leaked out of the horse's feet, pass on the message, and tell them all to be careful with me, otherwise it would be small to be caught and fed to the spiders, and if the God's plan was exposed, they would not be enough to die ten thousand times." Grand Duke Louis Perchens was in a state of turmoil, and finally everything had been on the right track recently, if their identities were really broken by the believers of the Spider Goddess, then their own life as gods would be difficult.

……

On the other side, Raphael, who planned this scene, is tasting the food of Bloomerta. As the center of the Ottore Empire, the development here is very diverse, and you can taste the cuisine here. The meals on Raphael's table come from five different regions.

The people take food as their day, and no matter how lively the fight is outside, the thing of eating will not stop because of this.

But today's events were destined to be no less, and there was a knock on the door again, "Come in." Raphael put a piece of stewed soft wild boar meat in his mouth and chewed it before putting down the cutlery.

"Your Lord." Lance walked in from the outside, looking at the food on the table with an apologetic look on his face.

"Let's talk as you eat, the food is not bad." Perhaps it is the underlying mentality that people always like to talk about things at the dinner table, and it seems that this can greatly increase the success rate of the conversation. But it seems that this is exactly the case, in front of a delicious meal, a lot of worries can be left behind.

Lance also knew that his lord was not joking, and many of their retainers ate at the table with Raphael. At first, everyone also felt that it was inappropriate, but because the master's family did not have a wife, everyone could only be gracious.

"There's a message from the Chamber of Commerce in Feather City." Lance sat down at the table, and as he sat down, a set of cutlery appeared out of thin air, as if it had already been there.

"Feather Fall City? Let me guess if this message is from the Ottore royal family? Raphael paused for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face. I'm good at the market.

"Your Excellency is really like a god, it is indeed news from the royal family of Ottore, Ottore XII has asked for help from your lordship, hoping that your lord can provide them with food and grass support, and they are willing to exchange treasures for you." Lance nodded, and at the same time pulled out a note from his bosom, which stated the price and quantity of the goods, but the numbers were messed up.

This is a codebook that Raphael has concocted in reference to those TV shows, which can safely convey orders without being known for their true intentions.

Raphael looked at the note, and the smile on his face became brighter, "It seems that the Ottore royal family is preparing to hemorrhage this time, I originally had such an idea, and now that the other party is so good, then I can't sell him a face." Let Fitzteler keep the grain for me, and I'll go to the meeting with Ottore XII. ”

Dybala Ottore did pay for this grain at a price, and he offered to buy Raphael's grain for three months in the Cargils region for twenty pieces of royal treasure. Counting this deal, Raphael must have made money.

As for caravan deliveries?

Raphael did not think that the Grand Guild of Louis Perchens had allowed Raphael to act in this way. And with the eyes of those guys in the Chamber of Commerce, if they really put these treasures in front of their eyes, they may not be able to choose the best ones.

My life during this period is indeed a little too tight, and it is also a good choice to travel a little longer to relax.

"Yes, my lord. I'll do it right away. "Lance ended up leaving without a bite of food, and this guy is still very rigid in some places.

……

"There's a message from the Abraham Chamber that Raphael Abraham has agreed to our request." When Dybala Ottore received this information, he was also slightly relieved.

Although the royalists have been trying to provide them with reinforcements, the royalists are weak. With the obstruction of Archduke Louis Perchens in the past, and the robbery of those neutral nobles in the future, there is really not much food that can really be delivered. After all, it's just a drop in the bucket.

"Report!!" Just as the members of the Ottore royal family breathed a sigh of relief, a rush of footsteps came from outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Dybala Ottore looked at the soldier with a calm gaze, which soothed the soldier's anxious emotions.

"Scouts on the front line have reported that some orc squads have been spotted, these guys are sneaky and seem to be laying things out." The soldier gasped, then spoke quickly.

"Orcs are being dishonest so quickly?" Although they all knew that the orcs would not pinch their noses and endure after suffering such a big loss, this time came a little too early.

"Let the scouts keep an eye on it, and a tentative attack can be carried out. What the hell is the intention of striking these orcs! Knowing that there was grain and grass behind him, Dybala Ottore was confident. Before, he did not dare to fight, and he did not want to fight, because of the lack of food and grass.

There is a cloud in the art of war: "The three armies have not moved, and the grain and grass go first." ”

Only when the soldiers have eaten enough can they have the strength to fight. A soldier usually eats three times as much food as an ordinary person, and training and fighting are all extremely depleting.

During this time, in order to save rations, the food consumed by the soldiers was also repeatedly cut. If it weren't for the fact that these soldiers were all real supporters of their Ottore royal family, I am afraid that they would have complained a long time ago.

"Yes!" The soldier straightened up, replied earnestly, and walked out quickly.

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The city of Autumnton, a city deliberately plotted by the Ottore royal family. The orc commanders are gathering together, and the news of the defeat in the previous war is back to the Shadom Plateau, much to the anger of the families. Although it was not their own sacrifice that died, each sacrifice was a very valuable asset to the orcs, and several people died at once, which was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

This caused groups of orc troops to head towards the Kargils area. For their previous actions, the orc leaders apologized to the Bone King, Black Roze, and agreed to a new agreement. As long as the Bone King Hei Luo Ze let go of his way, they were willing to sacrifice all those human bodies to him.

Although the Bone King Hei Luo Ze was very dissatisfied with these untrustworthy orcs, he would not stupidly choose to refuse a free feast delivered to the door. This allowed the Kargils area to quickly gather a large number of orc troops.

In particular, in order to prevent future troubles, the Dark Elves sent a letter to the orc high-level, and the content of the letter was also very simple, that is, the food and grass of the Ottore royal family were not enough, and if the orcs could take this opportunity to take it in one fell swoop, it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

For orcs, there is nothing to eat, and it is simply the early arrival of the end of the world. Therefore, after receiving such a message, the orcs had a strange movement. The recent expedition into the city occupied by the royal family of Ottore is an opportunity to find out if their food and grass are really as scarce as the dark elf claims.

Even the orcs know that dark elves are not good birds, and if they accidentally give them a pit, it will be a bit more than worth the loss. However, because of the proximity of the camps, they did not completely disbelieve each other's words.

After all, it was with the assistance of a human some time ago that they successfully conquered most of the area of the Kargils area, and if it weren't for the rapid counterattack of the humans, maybe the entire Kargils area would be in their hands.

So they now don't care whether the other party has malicious intentions or whether it is an intrigue between human beings. As long as they orcs can reap a lot of benefits, then these intrigues are perfectly acceptable.

Obviously, they are also very aware of what their weaknesses are. That is, they lack experience in sycophancy, and more often than not, their favorite solution is to be positive, which is the pleasure of punching to the flesh. Driven by the general environment, even if these priests are more intelligent and wise, they are not even apprentices when it comes to scheming.

"According to the report of the wolf cavalry, the smoke column produced by the other party's fire cooking utensils is not very large, maybe as the dark elf said, the other party has really fallen into a state of lack of food." The one who spoke was an old man with pale hair, with necklaces made of human bones hanging on his chest, and his body exuded a very terrifying momentum, which was a kind of sword intent, an indomitable sword intent. He wore only a very thin and crude garment, and on his lap sat a knife, a very sharp and thick one.

The knife was clean, clean enough to reflect the orc's face, a somewhat horrible face, with a deep scar from his forehead all the way to the bridge of his nose. As the orc spoke, the other orcs closed their mouths, clearly showing great respect for him.

"Lord Lothom, the Dark Elves are notoriously cunning. I think we should wait and see if we have a bunch of humans under us, and let them in as our eyeliner. An orc in a delicate black robe spoke, and on the back of his robe was embroidered a one-eyed, hollow as if it could swallow everything in the world, which was the emblem of the orc god Gnusu the Sleepless.

However, the orcs respect the strong, and although the status of the sacrifice is high among the orcs, they will also hang their heads in the face of the powerful.

"We in the Hatten tribe are deeply sorry for the previous mistake, so I will go for myself." The orc's white eyebrows were lowered, revealing that he was no slouch old.

Hearing this, the orcs present changed their faces and spoke out to dissuade them.

"We orcs can't afford to lose our sacrifices, especially from a respected senior like you." The orc, named Lothom, vetoed the decision in his own deep voice.

"Please don't worry, my Heten tribe has recently discovered a new plant with a trait of control. This time, it's up to us to clean up the mistakes we've made! The orc priest stood up, and bowed to the crowd in a sincere tone.

"Shame, wash it with blood!"

"Shame, wash it with blood!"

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As Lothom spoke, one of the orcs present stood up and shouted as they struck their chests with their fists.

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