Chapter 651: The Eye of War (Part 1)

This huge camp is more and more similar to the carnival parade in the eyes of Quel'Sana. A spacious tent is set up in the center of it, and the pergola supported above the head blocks the blazing sunlight of the wilderness to a certain extent. Those simple ones The fence is more often a symbol, and although it is fragile, no O'Kee dare to pass it.
It used to be an important line of defense in the south of the Benedict Empire, but they were retreating under the erosive offensive of Ouke, and now they can only shrink to a few fortresses, but the terrain determines that Oke has an irresistible advantage.
This is the Birtweiler Mountains, where humans once had a great victory, but they still gave up the only barrier on this alluvial plain.
Quel'Sana walked little in the camp.
Nearby, a team of bright silver armoured guards were busy assembling and starting a large fan. Before night fell, important areas of the camp would be shrouded in a strong wind.
The pergola and wall panels distorted the roar of the battlefield from the far end, but compared to the ridge where the boys gathered, it seemed more noisy and loud.
There were about a hundred Ocks crowded under the central roof. They surrounded a mobile sand table and marked a number of areas-this was also a gift for the Hawks.
Suddenly, the strong Oaks dispersed, and even Quel'Sana held her breath.
"Boss!"
As he climbed the chain of stairs, Quel'Sana felt a soft ring in her ear and a little coolness on her face, which indicated that the oversized fan had started. This was the white tyrant who took off his helmet and began to greet many bosses and warlords .
At the same time, Quel'Sana also smelled the fresh air, as well as everyone's hot, tense and tired sweat.
She searched around and found that Grak was in the middle of the group, with the strategic sand table in front of him. There was no warrior beside him as a guard, and he did not wear a helmet, and removed most of the armor on the arms, shoulders and torso.
He still wears heavy armor below his waist, long and thick arms extending from the brown rubber sleeveless jacket, small hanging totems and iron rings like necrotic capillaries, plus The squiggles were braided, and he looked like a gambler who stood in the middle of the crowd at the village fair.
Quel'Sana, who grew up in the parish, has seen many such people.
The parish chief sometimes takes the children to a festival rally in the slave engineering camp. At the foot of the city that has slowly changed from a magnificent blueprint to a magnificent reality, the expelled builders will regularly suspend their work to celebrate the Phoenix Festival and Holy Architect Day, and many traditional festivals of various associations.
These holidays are basically excuses for indulgence and carnival. There are often topless, male and male construction workers with backs and downs set up a boxing match that the comers refuse, and the bets are beer, money and cheers from everyone.
Those guys are at least higher than the lively crowd, and the winners are often fancy by the priests of the parish and become the target of the Spring Festival in order to give birth to healthy offspring.
In the values ​​of the Hawks, the concept of marriage is almost non-existent, and getting along with the strong male you like is enough to replace the oath that binds both sides.
Although it may seem a bit confusing, this is how their race thrives.
However, here, the onlookers are all warriors, and there are many terrifying beasts.
He stood like a monster with a thick skeleton. His pale skin was carved out of hard ice. The thick silver ring worn on his nose created a provocative and taunting meaning.
Quel'Sana is not the first time to see this king walking on the corpses, but every time it is so shocking, it is obviously unwise to fight against such a powerful primitive force.
Only by understanding them can we really avoid conflicts with them, and it is possible to live in harmony. Quelzana shares this idea with her queen. Although it still seems so difficult now, she still has a long way to go.
Looking away from Guk, Quel'Sana saw Grak fiddle with the flag on the sand table.
She couldn't help but wonder, why did he remove the armor? He looks very...informal.
Why did he let me come here?
Suddenly, she saw an Oaker who was only a little shorter than Grak with a guard to stop at the outermost periphery. This was also a peculiar guy, wearing a coat similar to a military coat, and a crumpled black on her head. Hats, the guards behind him are holding pens, holding a gun in a decent way.
They remind Quel'Sana of the guard of honor outside the Phoenix Palace. If her memory is correct, this should be the leader of the Blood Axe Legion-[Marshal Green] Beiruf.
This is a nickname given to him by human beings. It is said that he is rare. He knows the Oke warlords who imitate the structure and behavior patterns of human military organizations. If there is one of Oke that is well-trained and disciplined, then it must be It is a soldier under his command.
At the same time, according to the information held by Quel'Sana, he is also Grak's biggest rival. The two warlords are as incompatible as water and fire.
Not long after Beiruf arrived, the Oakes started a heated discussion.
Grak leaned forward with his palms on the edge of the sand table and leaned forward with his arms to support his weight. This casual gesture seemed quite contemptuous.
The lower-ranked Oaks all seem to be at a loss.
Instead, other warlords looked relaxed. For example, Mog Drogan, whom she had seen, was drinking a cold drink. The sturdy, grumpy armored assault master Namat next to him was wearing a light gray jacket and a tank on his head. Driver's quilted leather cap.
But what surprised Quel'Sana was that it was a new thing to hear Grak speak indifferently. First of all, he would not be angry. Furthermore, his heavy jaws and mouth full of fangs could emit a lower than roar. syllable.
"We are wasting time."
He was talking.
"This "waaagh" is not strong enough."
Beirut sneered undisguisedly.
"You are denying the boss's opinion"
"I didn't~EbookFREE.me~Grak happily corrected.
"But you still have an opinion on the boss's plan."
Another warlord Shabal spoke, and his tone was more euphemistic than Beiruf, presumably because he stood closer to Grak.
"Yes."
Grak agreed.
"Do you think this kind of strength is not enough?"
Guk waved Liya to take off the flag on the sand table in front of him and put it back in his hand.
"not enough."
Grak nodded.
"Boss, I always wanted to say that sometimes the plan is not so important to us, how many times?"
The warlord reached out and pushed a mountain directly.
"We won this way, but we are so and so. Now that we have enough, there is no need to calculate so carefully."
Gook nodded, he looked at the warlord and suddenly laughed.
"Can you fight with a gun?"
"of course."
"Can you fight with a shovel?"
"can."
"Can you dig a hole with a shovel?"
"Okay!"
"Can you dig a hole with a gun?"
Grak said nothing.
"Mechanics often say that you need the right tools to get things done."
Guk re-stacked the mountain with his hands, and then inserted the green flag symbolizing Ok.
"You have a large army in front of you, and there is a piece of land in front of you that you need to conquer, but that doesn't mean you throw the former on the latter and you're done."
Guck looked up at the other party.
"It's as if you wouldn't try to drown shrimp with a bubble of urine, would you?"
The red warlord gave a beast-like roar of laughter.
"Fuck, of course not! At least two bubbles."