Inside the Orc Empire's forward headquarters, the commander-in-chief, Rasdoni, had a sad face. Today, they have killed 23,266 brave warriors!

These warriors, with their lives, interpreted the determination to defend the future of the empire, and at the same time dealt a painful blow to the enemy!

The cutting-edge combat weapon of the City of Wonders, the Magic Crystal Tank is almost completely destroyed!

A mythical powerhouse, Lasdoni felt too helpless when he watched the orc warriors with low cultivation, using their lives to pave a bloody path and destroy the magic crystal tank!

There is no body of cultivation, but there are too many restrictions!

He's the boss and can't go into battle easily!

Especially if the enemy army has a strong player of the same level, if the boss is killed by the enemy on the field, the morale of the army will drop to the lowest point.

In the command, Rasdoni said with tears in his eyes: "All the brothers who died today are good! ”

"They're all brave orcs!"

"They, for our victory, laid the foundation!"

"Without the Magic Crystal Tank in the City of Miracles, even their one hundred and ten super soldiers will not be able to resist the pace of our Orc Empire!"

The City of Miracles did not know the information of the Hundred Battles Elite and the Arbitration Legion, thinking that they were together.

"Tomorrow, we will have a final battle with the City of Miracles, and the victory will be ours and the Orc Empire!"

The other generals, who were said by Rasdoni, were so enthusiastic that it seemed that the city of miracles was vulnerable.

Only Prophet Mount shook his head.

Rasdoni kept an eye on him, and when he shook his head, a bad feeling rose in Rasdoni's heart.

"Prophet, why are you shaking your head?"

Mount Mountas looked at Rasdoni with a sadness in his eyes.

"Rasthony, how long have we not had a drink together?" Mount asked.

Rasdoni was stunned, not understanding why the prophet Mount Truss was asking such a question.

How long has it been since he had a drink with Prophet Mount Mountas?

Thirty years?

Fifty years?

A hundred years?

It should be more than that, since his position in the army has become higher and higher, there are more and more things, and it seems difficult to have personal time.

"O Rasdoni, we haven't drunk together for a hundred and nine years, eleven, months, and twenty-nine days."

"It's only one day away, and it's one hundred and ten years!"

Prophet Mount Turas seemed to be stuck in the memory, "Go get two bottles of wine, I'm going to drink with Rasdoni." ”

The other generals looked at Rasthony in embarrassment, and he couldn't drink alcohol in the army, except for the celebration banquet of the final victory!

Looking at the aging prophet, Rasdoni nodded.

After a while, two small wine jugs with a maximum of two taels were served, along with a few side dishes.

The Prophet Mount said to Rasdoni, "Come here." ”

Rasdoni sat down obediently, although the prophet of Mount Truss was not a high-ranking military official, but he had a high prestige in the country.

The Orc Empire has survived many crises by relying on the prophecies of the Prophet Mountras.

Rasdoni himself, and the prophet of Mount Truss watched grow up!

Mount Mountas has cloudy eyes, a thin build, and a man of his prime.

He stood up, stroked Rasdoni's head, and said in a trembling voice, "Rasdoni, do you remember when you were a child, you were naughty, stole my prophet's stone, and I beat you hard?" ”

Rasdoni was embarrassed at first, and then realized that something was wrong.

Who was the Prophet of Mount Turas, and how could he have brought up such inconsequential words?

"Well, I still remember how painful it was when I was beaten by the Prophet!"

"Your memory is not bad, but you haven't come to see me for so many years." Mount Grace sighed.

Rasthony was embarrassed again.

He offered to pour a glass of wine for Prophet Mountras, "Prophet, come, I'll drink with you!" ”

"Well, drink!" The prophet drank a glass of it, and his bark-like face glowed with an unhealthy red.

"Pour me another glass!" The Prophet Mount handed the cup to Rasdoni.

Rasthony looked at him worriedly, thinking of the series of words he had just said, and he couldn't help but have a bad thought.

"Little Rastony, what are you guessing? I am a prophet and know when I will die! ”

Rasdoni, who had seen through his heart, scratched his head and smiled, and poured the prophet another glass of wine.

"By the way, Prophet, you also think that the City of Miracles will fail!" Rastoni asked.

As if he hadn't heard, the Prophet Mount picked up a piece of roast meat and ate it.

The grease splashed all over him, and it didn't cause him to react.

After finally eating the roast, the Prophet of Mount looked up at Rasdoni.

"Rasthony, as the commander-in-chief, what will happen to you if all the more than 800,000 Imperial warriors here die?" Mount Mount's assumption suddenly scared Rasdoni's face white.

"Prophet, if that were the case, I would surely die in battle!"

Mount Mountas shook his head, these more than 800,000 soldiers, but the new generation of the empire!

Most of them are still recruits who have been trained in a hurry and then go to the battlefield!

"Rasdoni, after these more than 800,000 soldiers died in battle, did it have an impact on the empire?" Mount asked, shaking his head.

Rasthony was stunned, if all the imperial soldiers fighting in the Kingdom of Vis were really destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The Orc Empire, I'm afraid it will have to recuperate for another thirty years!

"Prophet, what do you mean?" asked Rasdoni, his face pale.

Mount Terras sighed, "I've seen today's battle, and the warriors of the Empire are good!" ”

Rasdoni immediately proudly said, "Yes, prophet, they are all good!" ”

"Our warriors have destroyed the Miracle City's cutting-edge weapon, the Crystal Tank!"

"Alas~"

Mount Mountas sighed, a look of pain on his face.

As the fox of time, the special bloodline of the fox clan, Mount Mountas has the special ability to predict the future.

He could vaguely know what was going to come.

The situation of the Miracle City's repair of the Crystal Tank, and the extremely high efficiency of the dungeon factory, made him almost desperate!

In such a miracle city, the Orc Empire will definitely be defeated!

"Rasdoni, as Supreme Commander, do you dare to take your responsibility?"

Rasdoni's face became serious, and he said with a serious expression: "I can!" As the supreme commander in the kingdom of Vis, I dare to take my responsibility. ”

"Do you know your responsibilities now?" Mount asked.

"Hold on to the province of Friesland at the lowest cost until the grain harvest is complete!"

"Good! Very good! Mount Mountas nodded.

"Commander-in-Chief Rasdoni, if there is a way to peacefully resolve the conflict between the City of Miracles and the Orc Empire, and at the same time save the food of the Friesland Province, are you willing to do it?" After a pause, Mantra continued, "You're going to pay a very heavy price! ”

"I do! Even at the cost of life! Rasdoni said firmly.

Mount Mountas looked at Rasdoni seriously, and finally said, "Child, you are still the brave Rasdoni when you were a child, and you have never changed!" ”

"Then, you pay with your life and surrender to the City of Miracles!"

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