While Henry and the others were advancing along the dangerous sewers, the northern city of Basso was staging this spy war. Byrne and the Guild's elite assassins had managed to break into the Iron Throne's army a few days earlier, and had been secretly stirring up tensions between monsters and human mercenaries, resulting in more than thirty brawls in just two days, resulting in nearly a hundred deaths. It was because of their efforts that the tired defenders were given a respite, allowing Soba, who was already in danger, to survive again.

Looking at the chaotic camp outside the tent, a sneer appeared on Byrne's face. He now finally understood why the Principality's higher-ups had always looked down on the Iron Throne, because these guys didn't know how to manage an army. Look at these monsters and human mercenaries who don't belong to each other, but quietly carry out a few assassinations. Immediately began the inside bar. If it weren't for the suppression of a direct elite force, maybe they would have killed each other a long time ago.

With such poor organizational skills, you still want to occupy a piece of land and build your own country? It's like getting kicked in the head by a donkey. These Iron Throne guys were already showing signs of splitting before Soba had even captured them, and representatives of various forces were courting commanders with military power, even monsters like orcs and gnolls.

Unbeknownst to them, the southern town of Trill had been taken by Corry's army, while another army led by Amber had also taken Scanubel and was regrouping the captives to sweep all the villages, and it would not be long before the north bank of the river would be cleared. It can be said that the Iron Throne's current retreat has been cut off, and if it is defeated, it can only flee to the Supreme Wasteland in the north, as for the Dragon Forest in the east. Unless it's suicidal. Otherwise no one would have thought about it there.

Know that in this forest, under the tall redwoods and thick pine trees, there is a group of green dragons. And firmly believe that he is the master of the forest. They accurately assessed their control over the territory, and anyone who dared to enter would be besieged by more than one dragon, and except for a handful of adventurers who wanted to be dragon slayers, no one wanted to go in and die.

Legend has it that in the depths of the forest there was a fortress called Lelenburg, which was once inhabited by a powerful lich. However, the Harpists' League later sent someone to kill the guy, but in the end, for unknown reasons, they went against their original purpose and embarked on the path of evil. In short, this is a dangerous and terrifying forest. Intruders usually don't live more than ten days before dying.

Just when Byrne was thinking about how to continue to provoke next, he suddenly found that there was an extra person in the tent at some point, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he immediately drew the thin sword pinned to his waist and prepared for battle. Although this may not be useful, it can drag on for a second, and maybe someone will come to save you after a while.

However, the slightly fat thief did not attack, but found a chair and sat down. With a smile on his face, he asked, "You're Byrne?" The captive who surrendered on his own initiative? ”

"Who are you? Why do you know my name? Byrne had a nervous look on his face. He is now a spy, and if he is discovered, he will die.

"Don't be nervous, relax. I was the leader of all intelligence in the North sent by Chief Robert. You can call me a fat cat. Let's talk about what's going on here. Is it possible to create some confusion or internal bars? The Knight of Corey will arrive in two days, and in order to reduce unnecessary losses, we must do something to reduce the number of enemies. ”

This self-proclaimed fat cat guy is Robert's most capable bestiality. I saw this guy pour himself a glass of wine with his legs crossed, and sat on a chair while drinking quietly waiting for a reply. He didn't even look at the thin sword pointing at him, because with the cat-man's extremely sensitive reflex nerves, even a dozen powerful crossbow salvos could be easily avoided.

Byrne's face was a little cloudy. After a long while, he put the weapon back into the sheath and asked with a wry smile, "Please, can't you just come up with a certificate or something?" ”

"Hahaha! You don't think you've heard too many bard stories. Also proof of identity? I know that your identity is the greatest proof. The fat cat replied with a laugh. As one of the top echelons of the entire intelligence agency, he will not carry something that symbolizes his status, because it is purely looking for death. Robert taught every thief leader that the more mediocre he is, the better he can protect himself.

"Well, you have a point." Byrne said dejectedly. He carefully tightened the tent, then pulled a piece of parchment from his bosom and handed it over. "This is the information I have gathered in the past few days, and I originally wanted to send it out tonight."

The fat cat drank the wine from the cup, then took the parchment and looked at it carefully. After a few minutes, he frowned and began to think about what to do next. Although the information recorded is very detailed, there are only a few that are really useful. What's more, time is running out now, and the cycle is too long for sure it won't work.

After thinking about it, he raised his head and asked Byrne, "Do you think there is any possibility that this orc chief named Fugner will be co-opted by us?" ”

The latter recalled for a few seconds, then replied with a frown: "Not very clear." As far as I know, this orc is not very different from ordinary people, they do not believe in any of the orc gods, but worship ancient shamanism, and most of the people in the tribe are responsible for healing diseases by some soul shamans. The Iron Throne promised to carve out a piece of land for these creatures to survive and thrive as long as they could win the war. ”

"You mean that if we can also come up with a piece of land, then they will fight back?" The fat cat asked with a twinkle in his eyes. You must know that there is so much empty land that it is not a problem to carve out a piece of land at all.

In fact, at the beginning, Henry and Anta. Silver Shield has only a small portion of its territory, and there are many towns, villages, forests, and mountains in the surrounding area that are not under its control. This land has a very loud name on the map and is called West Hartland. Sandwiched between the Cape Storms Mountains of Cormier and the Sword Bay on the south side of Waterdeep, it extends to the Lizard Swamps to the northwest and the lonely wastelands on the edge of the Enooc Desert to the northeast, down to the Belgost and Green Fields to the southwest, and to the extreme east on the edge of the Dragon's Coast to the southeast.

In terms of area, it is more than the three countries of Am, Tessel, and Karlinsan combined, but in terms of population, it is far behind. Most of the inhabitants live in settlements scattered across the wilderness, ranging from a few dozen to thousands, forming countless villages, small towns and cities, large and small.

They were not politically subordinate to each other, but they were closely linked militarily and economically, forming organizations that resembled the union of city-states. Among them, the Baldur's Gate gradually became the most powerful of them all, ruling the most land and towns due to its advantageous geographical location and developed maritime trade.

Because the territory is so large, even if the war is won, the country established by Henry can only radiate about one-third of the area, and the rest of the country is still in a state of scattered self-control. The fat cat plans to draw a piece of land a little further away for the orc tribe to live in, not worrying about any bad effects they will have.

Byrne thought seriously for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and replied, "I can go and test it, but the result is hard to say." After all, these guys are fundamentally different from their kind, neither greedy nor bloodthirsty, so I need your permission to reveal some information if necessary. ”

The fat cat nodded without hesitation. "Yes. However, it is better to be cautious and mention a sentence or two after confirming that the other party has the intention to do so. Remember, don't too much, especially the movement of the army. If the orc chieftain named Fugner agrees, let him set up three braziers in front of the tent, and I will go to him myself to talk to him. ”

"I understand, I don't want to die until I see my mother and sister safe." With that, Byrne straightened his clothes and turned around and walked out of the tent.

Looking at her back, the fat cat smiled and shouted: "Don't worry, our people have already started to buy off the people in the Cormier Royal Prison, and it won't be long before they can get people out." ”

"Really?" Byrne hurriedly turned around and asked. But all he saw was the empty tent and the rocking chair, and the fat cat was gone.

"Damn! Why do these bandit leaders always like to speak half-sentences, and they disappear at every turn? Byrne cursed as he walked towards the orc camp. But scolding and scolding, but the mood is very good. Because he knows that the other party doesn't need to lie at all, after all, he is just an insignificant little person, and he doesn't even have the capital to bargain.

The orc camp was arranged on the westernmost side, next to the cave where the gnolls lived. Perhaps the Iron Throne originally brought these two inhuman races together to reduce trouble, after all, the number of orcs is relatively large, and the combat power is also very strong, which should be able to suppress the gnolls who like to make trouble.

But this time they miscalculated, and the two races didn't know what secret agreement they had reached, anyway, the gnolls never went to the orc camp to make trouble, but instead went around in a big circle to find trouble with the human mercenaries. And the orcs also go to fight the autumn wind every once in a while, and many human mercenaries are robbed of food, armor, weapons, wine, and some loot every once in a while, so the two sides can be said to have a lot of grievances, so it is not surprising that there will be frequent fights.

But strangely, in several riots, the gnolls and human mercenaries suffered heavy casualties, but the orcs rarely suffered. Their chieftain always had to bring his men back to camp when the fight was about to break out, once or twice perhaps by coincidence, but it was quite intriguing to do so each time.

Byrne knew that this temptation would not be easy, because Chief Fugna was not like ordinary orcs, he was a very clever and cunning fellow. This is evident from the beliefs of the tribes, who prefer to maintain their primitive shamanism rather than worship the chaotic orc gods. (To be continued......)