In the middle of the night, the military camp outside Soba ended the day's hustle and bustle, and most of the soldiers had returned to their tents to sleep. However, in the central tent of the Iron Throne, several people were arguing fiercely. These guys are at the highest levels of the organization, fighting for the biggest piece of the pie for the interests they represent. They didn't know that they were already fat in Corey's eyes, and as soon as it was dawn, they would be swallowed in one bite.

Listening to the screams and roars inside, the fat cat lying on the side of the tent opened its mouth and cursed silently. He and his team of Assassins had been in ambush for hours since receiving the mission, but they had never been able to find any chance to do so. I don't know where these bastards got so much energy, from sunset to now.

You must know that almost all of them, including Dert (level 17 Fallen Paladin), Sarah Brightman (level 10 illusionist), Berdwin (level 12 warrior), and Dick (level 14 wandering swordsman), are difficult characters, and launching a sneak attack at this time is definitely killing yourself, so there is no other way than to wait patiently.

As the saying goes, when people are unlucky, they stuff their teeth when they drink cold water, and this is the case with fat cats now. Another hour passed, and the quarrel in the tent not only did not stop, but tended to intensify. In particular, Ms. Sarah Brightman even blessed herself with "sound illusion" when she was excited, and her penetrating voice pierced people's eardrums.

Eventually, unable to endure the torment of the magical sounds, he retreated with the Assassin squad in the direction of the orc camp, intending to hide there for a while. I'll see if there's any hands-on opportunity in the middle of the night. After all, squatting in one place for too long can easily cause paralysis of the limbs. For an Assassin, it was quite deadly.

With the cover of nightfall. A group of eight people avoided the gnolls' camp. Because these guys with particularly sensitive noses are like dogs, they can smell strangers within a few tens of meters, and they are the most hated opponents of most thieves. Perhaps the Iron Throne people had set up their camp with this in mind, so they placed the Gnolls on the westernmost side to protect them from the monsters that occasionally ran out of the Troll's Claw Shoal.

As soon as he entered the orc's camp, the fat cat immediately felt an atmosphere of a great war coming. Each resting orc warrior wore armor and had their weapons within easy reach. It is believed that as long as the chief gives an order, they will quickly wake up within a few minutes. And burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, completely destroying the defense system of the entire battalion.

The fire in Fugner's tent was still lit, and a huge figure was walking around. Obviously, he couldn't sleep even when the decisive battle was about to begin. After all, this is related to the survival and continuation of the entire orc tribe, if it fails, then thousands of women and children will lose their protection, become hunted by monsters and beasts, or be captured by other orc tribes and become the lowest slaves.

Thanks to their excellent stealth skills, the Assassin squad was able to evade the watchtowers built by the orcs. One by one, they slipped into the tent. The fat cat, who never knew what politeness was, directly revealed its body and sat by the fire with a big grin. Grab the roasted rabbit meat and eat it in a big bite.

While eating, he also complained shamelessly: "Damn! There is too little salt to put in it, and it doesn't taste at all. Quick, pour me a drink. ”

The chief looked at the fat man in front of him in amazement, and it took a while for him to regain his strength. He asked with a surprised face, "...... How did you end up here with people? Could it be that there is any change in the plan? ”

"No, one qiē as usual. I'm just a few of the high-ranking people who came to assassinate the Iron Throne, but they're all getting together and arguing non-stop, and they haven't been able to find a chance to do it, so I'll come to you first to eat and rest. Alright, guys, come out, come over and try the roast rabbit, and we'll look for a chance in the middle of the night. The fat cat beckoned casually, and the other seven assassins also came out of the shadows one after another, dividing up the roast rabbit meat on the bonfire at once.

Hearing that nothing had gone wrong, Fugner was immediately relieved. He didn't care that his supper was eaten by others, but he smiled and took out a wine bag and handed it over: "Here, be careful when you drink, it's full of spirits." But I think you're going to fail tonight, because those guys won't necessarily be able to get a result by daybreak. ”

The fat cat took a big sip, casually handed the wine bag to the subordinate next to him, frowned and asked, "Anyway, you are also a chief, can't you come up with something?" ”

"Chief? Hahaha! Fugner laughed self-deprecatingly. He laughed as he explained, "I'll be honest with you, the higher-ups of the Iron Throne don't take us outliers seriously at all. Not only me, but also the leaders of the gnolls and goblins next to me are not qualified to participate. ”

"I see, I said, how could you agree so happily when you first cooperated." Saying that, the fat cat showed a disdainful look.

He now finally understood the top-down structure of the camp. The first is the Iron Throne Upper Echelon, who stands at the very top, who are the core, responsible for organizing, planning, and dividing the spoils. The second is the tribal chieftains and mercenary group leaders who have the right to fight in hand, and the last ones are those adventurers and big-headed soldiers who have no background and have no say at all.

Fugner smiled slyly, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How is it, do you need me to contact the gnolls and the goblins?" As long as you can promise to let them go after the war, these guys will be able to come to our side. ”

The fat cat shook his head slightly and replied, "No, it's not necessary at all. Duke Henry will never allow these looting creatures to leave alive, they will all be annihilated here. ”

"Kill them all? Are you sure? The orc chief had a shocked look on his face. You must know that defeat and annihilation are two different things, and the latter is probably difficult to do without several times the combat effectiveness.

"Hey, hey! Don't try to test me, the answer will naturally be revealed in the early hours of the 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 a good thief, he would never let any scent get to him.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Fugner stopped dwelling too much on this aspect, and asked about other things. For example, where will the orcs be placed after the war? Is there any hope that it will be incorporated into the Principality's administrative system? What kind of person is the duke, and so on.

In the end, the fat cat was so annoyed that he had to tell the truth: "I'm sorry, I'm just in charge of gathering intelligence and carrying out assassinations, and I can't know about this kind of problem until the news comes back from the south." ”

"Damn, aren't we going to wait here for days?" Fugner asked, slightly disappointed. In addition to these thousands of men, there were more than twice as many old and weak women and children hiding on the border of the Supreme Wasteland, and if they could not get a piece of land, they would face the dilemma of hunger and cold when winter came.

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

As soon as the words fell, there was a wave of magic fluctuations 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. There was an invisible energy exuding from his body, and as soon as he appeared, everyone felt a huge amount of pressure.

The fat cat and several assassins instantly recognized who this was, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee and greeted in unison: "Your Excellency! ”

"You're Duke Henry?" Fugner asked, somewhat uncertainly.

The orc chief couldn't believe that such a young human could unleash a power comparable to that of a giant swamp lizard, forgive this dirt bun, because it was the most powerful and terrifying creature he had ever seen. Of course, as long as the multi-headed lizard lives for a certain number of years, it can also evolve to rival the top creatures like dragons.

Henry nodded with a smile. "That's right, that's me. Presumably, you must be Chief Fugna who wants to join the civilized society. ”

He was using a spell to observe the situation here just now, and happened to hear the conversation between the two, so he stopped by to take a look. After all, this is related to the future layout, especially the development of the wild land in the north, so he didn't sleep in the middle of the night and personally ran over with the seventh-level magic "precision teleportation".

Fugner hurriedly learned the etiquette of human society, and touched his chest with one hand and bowed deeply. "Yes, Your Excellency the Duke, I am. We're sorry, but since this is an enemy camp, we can't arrange a decent and lively welcome for you. ”

"It doesn't matter, your etiquette has more than made up for it. I have to say, as a bold orc, this is really a bit incredible. I can see that your tribe is completely different from other orcs. The main purpose of this visit is to talk about the specific conditions. ”

As he spoke, Henry threw a seed on the ground, only to see that it quickly took root and sprouted after hitting the ground, and in just a few seconds it turned into a chair-shaped vine. He sat down unhurriedly and continued to say to the orc chieftain, "I can give you a land to thrive, or even help build a real city. But these come at a cost, are you sure you can afford it? ”

"Of course, I've been working hard for this day for half my life, and no matter what the conditions are, they can be discussed." Fugner replied excitedly.

He knew that this was an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if he was accepted by this powerful human nobleman in front of him, the entire tribe would be recognized by civilized society little by little, just like some barbarians in the Northlands. Maybe it's decades, maybe it's hundreds of years, but as long as they keep going, the orcs can finally get a place in this increasingly civilized world. As for the orc gods, go to hell, those who advocate chaos and infighting are simply constantly weakening the orc race itself.

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