Chapter 498: Those who recognize godfather die

All the orcs envoys saw Lorraine mercilessly shutting down the peace talks, and Zhi Xinhao, like voles in the fields, drove everyone out again. Finally knew that this Sir Alex Ferguson was determined, he was going to play a gangster thoroughly.
This situation makes these senior elites who are in the dominance of half-orcs very uncomfortable.
For a long time, everyone went to the human side to grab things, grab money, and grab women. This suddenly came over. Humans ran here to grab their own things. This is really "it's too unruly." .
But facing the densely packed human army armed to their teeth, they didn't even dare to let go, and immediately fled back in despair.
But at the same time, they also understood that if they did not rise up to resist, the day when Lorraine's army attacked, it would be their time of destruction.
Therefore, these orc elites quickly fled back and reported the news to their masters.
And at this time, beside the star lake, in the place where half-orcs live, apart from a few leaders who have some sense and political vision, the other half-orcs patriarchs, priests, shamans, etc. are located in half-orcs. The upper echelons of society are in the carnival.
They are taking advantage of the crisis led by Lorraine to successfully turn it into another opportunity.
Without even thinking about it, everyone directly used "resisting foreign invasion, such a name that is open and righteous, and defrauded a lot of money from their own people, cattle and sheep, and their beautiful daughters."
Everyone took this opportunity to open a happy bonfire party on the shore of Star Lake, and by the way, play with a pear blossom pressed begonia, this kind of difficult artistic act of old cows eating tender grass.
Precisely because this behavior is too disgusting, so in order to achieve the goal.
Everyone, like before, spent a lot of money and made a lot of noise, and the screaming beast screamed fiercely about "forty to marry twenty" and other things.
Those who called the beasts also lived up to their expectations. Not only did they use various numbers, but also cited a large number of theories to prove that only the old cow eats tender grass "or, a pear blossom pressed a crabapple". This kind of noble behavior is truly in line with the customs of half-orcs, and it is in line with the historical trend.
Anyone who wants to oppose is going against the trend of history, is unpopular, and is unhappy.
Since the half-orc society is still in the late stage of primitive society, it does not prevent the chiefs from vigorously pursuing the policy of foolish people.
In this way, even though some of the orcs who have been oppressed by the lower class are not so inattentive and understand what these puppies want to do, they have no one in their hands in the face of the violent dictatorship of the patriarchs. Can resist. Not to mention the mouths of those shouting beasts. I can only listen to those puppies, screaming in front of me like crazy dogs.
Although these patriarchs are not very clear, out of their instincts, they also vaguely know in their hearts that their end is coming. Therefore, we must hurry up. It became even crazier. It's faint to play.
Like "Every family has a mother-in-law, who can be a bridegroom every night and night, it has become a common phenomenon among the elite class of half-orcs. Just pull out a patriarch or something, if there are no thirty or fifty mistresses. , The mistress, Xiaosanxiao, fifty-six and so on, are embarrassed to say hello to others.
Everyone was playing as if they had knocked marijuana, "Hey. When the clouds and mountains were around, the messengers came back.
A group of chiefs and patriarchs received the news of the messenger's return, and now they know that this matter is related to whether they can continue their happy life in the future, and they all insisted on it at the moment, resolutely from the warm and soft embrace of the mistresses. Crawled out.
In the tent of the patriarch of the Balta clan, after listening to Duwa's briefing, all the bigwigs were silent.
As the saying goes, "Killing people and setting fire to the golden belt, repairing bridges and repairing roads without corpses" is nothing wrong. It can be said to be a universal truth that applies everywhere.
The group of patriarchs gathered here are different from those half-orcs who were so energetic and expedition to Nian.
When the tribes thought of going to the human turf to grab things and women, all their brains were hot, and they rushed forward with the Scorpion King.
As a result, most of them died in other places, or they were captured by Lorraine and became his unpaid workers.
The tribes staying here are different from those stupid forks who go up to be cannon fodder when they hit the fire. They did not go out with the Scorpion Wang Vichin and Tolek.
These rascals are all smart people, and they are far more rascal than the guys who want to grab things on human territory.
They are taking advantage of the fire and robbing them of their insidious ideas.
If the half-orcs who grabbed things from the human lands come back, they will lose their strength after a battle with humans. When they return with the stolen things happily and full, everyone will ambush them halfway and kill them all. They robbed them of their things, and then pushed them on the human heads.
Even if someone suspected afterwards, but there was a guy in his hand, who would dare to scream? Those who dare to ask questions will be killed. Just slaughter seven or eight and set up a baby, I believe everyone will shut their mouths.
And if the half-orcs who went to the human turf to let go and grabbed it were defeated by humans, it would be even simpler.
When they try their best, there must be emptiness in the nest. At that time, everyone picked up the guys and copied the old nests of the warriors. It will definitely be a fortune. First, away the property of the warriors who were to show the glory of the half-orc empire, then seize their wives and daughters, and then kill them...the parents of Qiyi. Finally, they will be piglets and sell them to humans※
This is much higher than the insurance factor of running to the place where humans live and eat and sleep and have to tie their heads to the waistband to grab things, and it can also be cheaper.
Lord Lorraine’s best cub at the time, the black devil General Volka led the steppe killed by eight hundred cavalry, and there may not be no industrious figures of these half-orcs taking advantage of the fire.
As for Lorraine, even though he had nearly 300,000 soldiers, he was more cautious and more careful when dealing with these guys than he had dealt with the half-orcs who rushed to his turf to grab things.
Because these guys who know how to accumulate strength silently are really a big trouble.
It's like Temujintie's boss, who was once in the world, and his gray grandson, Pi Nurhachi, the wild boar who has weighed so many generations.
At the beginning, they didn't have a brain fever, they were poked on fire by others, like a silly fork, with a knife, they directly rushed to kill the official to rebel, and cut the head of Daijin or Daming official. Rebel against the oppression of the empire, but worship Goddad first
The boss of Tiemu Zhentie recognized Wang Han.
But Nurhachi is more direct and shameless. Recognize the thief as the father. The officials who worshipped the Ming Dynasty were Li Chengliang, the governor of the Ming Dynasty who had killed his father and grandfather.
After they hugged the big thick legs, then they pulled the younger brother out again to fight with their own people. Practice your hands and increase experience points.
After training to the 80th level and full of feathers, he changed the game map and started playing the promising game "Flag Rebellion".
In view of this, Lord Lorraine had already ordered Leo an extremely important and secret task in private.
If after the battle, any orc ran up and worshipped himself as his godfather, Leo must remind himself immediately that he must throw his cup immediately. Let the younger brothers rush forward, tie up the guy, push it directly out of the account, and then watch the executioner cut his head with his own eyes.
Only in this way can we avoid troublesome things in the future.
Because these patriarchs are all cunning and unusual guys. If you are not careful, you will be planted in their gutter.
What's more, these half-orcs are now quite powerful.
The strength of these guys not only was not weakened by the defeat of the half-orcs when they invaded the human race, but instead took advantage of the opportunity of the destruction of all tribal power elites, taking advantage of the fire, and annexing the tribe. Now their power is greatly increased.
Now they are all gathered by the Star Lake. Lorraine judged based on the intelligence sent by the traitor that the current strength of these half-orcs was not weaker than that of the half-orc coalition when they invaded humans, and even stronger by three points.
If they really unite, take advantage of the home court and take advantage of the local people's familiarity with the advantages of the location, to show off the heroic appearance of the local snake viciously, and go head-to-head with themselves.
No matter how good Lorraine was, he still had a severe headache. Even if he can win in the end, it must be a heavy loss, a "Pyrrhus" victory.
However, there is no "if" in this world.
Although the patriarch shamans all have seven-aperture minds, they also have a fatal weakness.
And that's what happened. Weakness also made Lorraine marching southward, with the confidence of winning.
As it is now.
After listening to Duwa's report in the large camp of the Balta clan chief, everyone was silent.
Every big man squinted his eyes, pretending to have a look of old gods, but in fact he was secretly observing the faces of the rest of the people sitting, trying to find any flaws.
Everyone waited silently, waiting for others to express their opinions first.
If it weren't for the heavy breathing of the patriarchs of the half-orcs sitting there. Or when they moved their fat body, the crisp sound of the collision of the gold chain and gold rings on their bodies might even make people think that this is an empty tent.
After a while, the boat was quiet in the big tent.
Dewar sat aside and watched the lamp oil in the tent fill up several times, but there was still no word, and his heart became more anxious.
The prince of the Palev tribe knew that for half-orcs, time was extremely precious, and every second was extremely important. Because, every second, the army led by Lorraine will move forward towards Xingxing Lake.
Unable to bear the dull atmosphere in the account, he felt a little damp on his forehead. Quietly stretched out his hand and touched it, but found that the palm of his hand was full of wet sweat.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, stepped to the middle of the big tent, and shouted loudly to the patriarch shamans sitting there: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you speak, let's go down What should I do in one step? You guys just say a word"
When everyone saw him yelling in the field, they suddenly seemed to wake up.
These big guys blinked and exchanged an inexplicable look at each other, but then everyone lowered their heads again, but still said nothing.
Some people were holding their own tea cups in both hands and sipping milk tea. Some people wrapped their leather robe tightly, leaned back, and hid their face out of the light, just showing a sneer of disdain.
Someone even looked at Dewar with a sneer.
Due to this, Duval's heart became more angry.
He pointed out the tent and shouted: "Wake up! I've seen it with my own eyes."
"That Lorraine" said this, he seemed to have thought of something, he couldn't help but shivered, then settled, and then he continued: "That knows..."
Because of Lorraine's prestige on the prairie, the orcs were too frightened. His gang did not dare to mention his name, in case the people would hear it with his downwind ears, and then sacrificed the flying sword and chased him for thousands of miles.
With a look of horror on Dewar's face, he slowly said: "That man" led the army to cover the entire grassland.
They have more stars in the sky, stomping their feet once, like an earthquake.
Every time they roar, they roar in their ears like thunder.
They are like turbulent tides, they can come at any time and drown us all.
But you are still daunting here, what's the matter
Please hurry up and think of a solution
Do you know that we will die soon?
Once his army arrives, by that time, everything is too late
Please, please,
While talking, he watched the big guys sitting still unmoved. He stretched out his hands in despair, as if he could wake up these big guys with a begging gesture. We are the same.
Just before he finished speaking, an old voice came from the side.
The man stood up, pointed to Dewar's nose with his thick fingers, and screamed: "Dewar, you shut up. With so many elders here, it's not your turn to speak!"
Dewar stopped in amazement, his eyes widened and he looked at the man in front of him in surprise.
I saw that he was about sixty years old, which is an absolute longevity among half-orcs. There was a heavy gold ring around that thick neck, a gold fork was tied to his nose, and a long red feather stuck in the back of his head. The man was looking at him angrily, panting uncontrollably.
Seeing the man talking, although the big guys were still calm on the surface, they all quietly pricked their ears.
Dewar did not show any weakness at the moment, and shouted: "But we must now,
"Live" the old half-orc was furious and roared.
He took a step forward, then raised his hand to face Dewar's big face and slapped it over to the God Seal Throne.
Under the anger, his palm was extremely strong, and Duval was not prepared to be on the spot, and he was hit by the fan. For a while, I was dizzy, and I couldn't even find the south, east, west, or northwest.
Dewar shook his head vigorously, driving out the vertigo in his head. Only then did I feel the fiery pain on the left cheek.
There was a burst of anger in his heart, looking at the old man in front of him, his eyes almost burst into flames.
Under the wild dominance of a half-orc, for a moment, his head was dizzy, and his right hand involuntarily touched the dagger hanging on his waist. I want to pull out the knife and kill the old guy in front of me.
But when his hand touched the cold blade, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared. clean.
The good old man saw this, a look of disappointment flashed in his tawny eyes. But as if he hadn't noticed Dewar's little movements, he pointed to the outside of the tent and shouted angrily: "Get out, it's not your turn to speak here, get out of here."
Dewar lowered his head feebly, allowing the old man to scold himself a head, but only agreed with a low voice, saying, "Yes, father."
Then, he staggered towards the tent door.
When he lifted the curtain, he was almost unable to open his eyes by the dazzling sunlight outside, but he looked back at the dark big tent, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but then he stomped his feet and slammed hard. Throwing the curtain, strode out.
Looking at his back, the old man also snorted, "Unhappy Dong"
Then he sat back angrily.
An equally fat patriarch approached and whispered: "Dural, my concubine, you are too demanding of your son."
Dural looked at the man, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and said, "Bahlindonna, you don't understand. My son is completely spoiled. He only knows that some humans say that What a serious matter.
If he drew his knife at that time, he would give me a shot, or even kill me. Be the patriarch yourself. Then I am relieved even if I die.
Only if it is hot enough can he be regarded as a half-orc and survive. in those days. This is how I killed my father and took the position of patriarch. "
Having said that, he looked at the curtain, as if he could still see Dewar's figure, then sighed, and then said: "And he? Like a lady, I slapped him. Slap but dare not even let go of the fart, and was completely wiped out by the useless things of human loyalty and justice. How can this be done?
If I give him the position of the patriarch~EbookFREE.me~, he will inevitably be killed by someone else and go to the tomb. At that time, my family will be uprooted. No one is left. "
Having said this, he couldn't help but sigh again.
Barindo squeezed a smile on his fat face and said, "My old friend, you are too worried.
Certainly not. "
He paused, then turned the subject back, and asked quietly: "By the way, what do you think of the things Dewar reported back? What should we do?"
Dural was taken aback, and the police looked at him Barindo, then closed his mouth and said nothing.
Balindona touched a nail, smiled uneasily, then retracted his head, sat beside him, also became silent, and continued to drink his milk tea slowly.
What should we do about this matter?
This is actually very simple. Every one of them knows it in his heart.