Fugner was a warrior in his early forties, covered in scars and scars, as well as a cunning chief and a wise elder (forty is already an old man given the average orc's lifespan of about thirty). He had traveled for a long time as a young man, seen countless prosperous towns and the comforts of human life, and when he returned to the tribe, he hoped to change the barbaric customs of his fellow citizens and integrate them into civilized society.

However, it is obviously not easy to achieve this. Because every orc has an element of chaos and violence flowing in his or her nature, coupled with the influence of the orc gods, it is simply wishful thinking to integrate into civilized society as an adult. Many places even ordered orcs to be forbidden to enter the city, which was to treat them the same as those monsters in the wild.

But even in such a difficult external environment, Fugner still did not give up. He first killed the original chief in a public duel, and then began a vigorous reform. After almost a generation of sacrifices, he finally succeeded in expelling the believers of the orc gods, and threw the entire tribe into the arms of the soul shaman.

Of course, the price is heavy, the huge tribal alliance that originally added up to nearly 10,000 people is now less than half left, and most of them are women and children, the 2,000 people who were transferred this time are all strong, many of them are teenagers, once the loss is too great, the whole tribe will be in danger of extinction.

It can be said that Fugner has made a bloody effort to integrate his people into civilized society, and he will definitely become a benevolent if he does not succeed. He was well aware of the Iron Throne's virtue of not being successful enough to be more than ruined, but he couldn't help it, who made the orc's reputation not very good. Both sides can be said to take what they need. An agreement was reached instantly. That's when the orc army joined.

Just think about it. How could a normal lord allow a large group of orcs to live around his territory. God knows when they will go crazy, and once they commit an old mistake, the whole clan will go out and loot, and then the situation will become out of control, and they will all die in the riot.

Because of this, almost all humans are not very friendly to orcs, and can even be said to be hateful. They believe that only dead orcs are good orcs, and as soon as they find signs of large-scale activity in the surrounding area, they will immediately mobilize an army to encircle and suppress them. Until the threat is eliminated or far away.

Just as Fugner was considering which land to choose after the victory in the war, suddenly, a young orc warrior ran in and shouted: "Chief! The Iron Throne's envoy named Byrne has arrived, and he has something he wants to talk to you about alone. ”

"Oh? He's the only one? Fugner asked, frowning. He had the impression that the Iron Throne Envoy, who had only recently joined, was a little strange, and didn't seem to be at all as active as the others in fighting for profit, always staying in his tent and not knowing what he was doing.

The orc warrior scratched his head and replied, "He's alone." But...... This guy looked like he was in a hurry, and kept walking around the gate of the big camp. ”

Fugner touched the scar on his face and ordered, "Bring it in, I'll see what he's up to." ”

"Understood!" With that, the young orc warrior turned and left.

A few minutes later, Byrne was ushered into the horde. As soon as he entered, he hurriedly bowed and said straight to the point: "Good afternoon, Dear Chief Fugner." I have one very important thing I would like to talk to you about individually. I hope it won't bother you. ”

The orc chief waved his hand for everyone to leave, then laughed and nodded. "Hahahaha! No problem. It's all my people. You can say whatever you want, and no outsiders will know about it at all. ”

"In that case, you're welcome. But before I get into the subject, I want to ask, do you think we can win this war? ”

Byrne's question was rather insidious. He knew very well that neither gnolls nor orcs, giants and trolls were truly with the Iron Throne, otherwise there would not have been so many riots because of a simple teasing. Although the army outside Soba City looks mighty and majestic, it is essentially a rabble. Everyone knows that it is impossible for a rabble to win, unless their opponents are also a rabble.

Fugner heard what was being said and immediately raised his vigilance. He first looked the human in front of him up and down, then pouted and replied, "Mr. Envoy, although I don't know why you ask such a question, I can tell you unequivocally that as long as the enemy's reinforcements have not arrived before the fall of the city, then we will win." But...... If reinforcements arrive before the city falls, we will be caught in a situation where we will be caught between two sides, and I am afraid that it will be ...... for a long time."

The chieftain's words were only half spoken, and the remaining half was not necessary at all. What else can a makeshift patchwork army have left in danger of being in danger of being inward, surrendering, and fleeing for their lives in all directions. Whichever happens, the war will end in defeat.

"In that case, have you ever considered switching sides?" Byrne asked tentatively.

"Huh? Did I hear me right? Fugner's eyes narrowed. An envoy of the Iron Throne asks if he wants to change sides, which is really interesting. ”

Byrne was nervous to watch, beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and he fell to the ground with a "click, click" sound. He forced his composure and forced out a smile and continued, "I'm sure you've heard of it, Anta. Duke Silver Shield had a very powerful ally, the master of the Southern Duchy, Henry. Duke of Angome. This one is very strong, and he is also a powerful spellcaster. Once he raises troops and goes north, I am afraid that it will be difficult for us people to stop it."

Perhaps the chief himself didn't care too much about being on that side, or maybe Henry's name played a role, but in short, Fugner lowered his head and began to think seriously. After a few minutes, he raised his head and asked sternly: "Then Mr. Special Envoy, hypothetical, note that what I said is only hypothetical. Assuming you're a spy from the South, can you talk to me on behalf of Duke Henry? ”

"Your assumptions are not valid, and I am not qualified to talk about any conditions. But if you're really interested. Please set up three braziers at the door of the tent. Not too much. No one is missing, and there may be some strange people when the time comes. Byrne finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the orc chief was tempted, otherwise he could have taken himself down and sent him to receive the reward.

"Very good building, I'm going to try it later. If there's nothing else to do, please leave immediately. Also, here's a little bit of a small point, so be sure to keep it under your hands. As he spoke, Fugner took out a beautiful ruby ring and stuffed it into Byrne's palm. He spent a long time in the human world. We know the importance of gift-giving.

Byrne slipped it into his pocket without looking, then smiled and nodded, and quickly left the orc camp. As soon as he walked on his front feet, three huge braziers were placed at the door of the chief's tent. It seems that the orc chief is keenly aware of the danger and can't wait to start negotiating.

After all, the arrival of the spy means that the blockade plan of the Iron Throne has failed, and the southern principalities must have known the news, so as long as they can't capture Soba within a few days, it is equivalent to losing the initiative in the war. Fugner didn't dare to risk the entire tribe at all, so changing sides became the best option.

In his eyes, taking refuge in Henry is much more promising than following the Iron Throne. The former not only has great military power, but is also very good at governing the territory. Almost the entire West Coast is known about the richness of the Angome Islands. Even the southern region of Baldur's Gate, which had just been brought under its rule, prospered a lot, and the Fish-Man Rebellion in the coastal areas did not affect the interior in the slightest. Both agriculture and handicrafts developed rapidly.

Just as the orc chief frowned and thought, a voice suddenly came from behind him. "Good afternoon. I saw the brazier at the door, so now I'm going to talk to you about the conditions. ”

Fugna immediately turned around vigilantly, a look of shock on his face. He looked the humans in front of him up and down, and asked cautiously, "There are my warriors everywhere here, how did you get in?" ”

"I don't want to answer this question because there is no need to answer it at all. The reckless guys out there aren't trained at all to stop stealth experts like me. "The person who spoke was a fat cat with a slightly chubby body. Unless there's a canine like a wolf in the orc camp, he can come and go whenever he wants.

"Well, I'll admit you're a very good thief." Fugner did not intend to dwell on this issue any further. He said straight to the point: "My tribe and I need a piece of land to survive, this is the only requirement, as long as you make a guarantee, I can fight back at the critical moment." Of course, it would be better if we could be accepted into the civilized world. ”

Seeing that the other party was so honest, the fat cat smiled and said, "The first one is completely fine, I can agree to this request." As for joining the duchy system, it must be approved by Duke Henry. I will send the message as soon as possible, and I will definitely get a clear reply in no more than a week at the latest. ”

Fugner, who had been assured, breathed a sigh of relief and immediately followed up and asked, "Thank you very much." Now we should be officially allied, right? Shouldn't you reveal a little bit about your plans so that I can be mentally prepared? ”

The fat cat thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, but not too much, because I can't fully trust you right now. In fact, our army set out a long time ago and is now on its way here. You and your tribe need to be ready from now on, and it won't be long before they appear near Soba to deliver the deadliest blow. ”

His words made Fugner instantly break out in a cold sweat. The orc chief wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and a wry smile appeared on his face. "I see, you're already on the verge of winning, you just don't want to lose too much."

"That's right, it seems that you are a very intelligent orc. I'll send someone to give notice before the attack, and your task at that time will be to create chaos and try not to give the Iron Throne a chance to organize resistance. I'm done with what I'm going to say, goodbye. ”

As soon as the words fell, the fat cat went directly out of the big tent and disappeared in a few clicks. Fugner was stunned by his agile movements, and he didn't come to his senses until half a minute later, then shook his head with a wry smile and began to plan how to make the whole camp chaotic. (To be continued......)