Capítulo 785: Chapter 18: Meetings
At the top of the black earth fortress, in a house made of obsidian.
The stone house has an area of about 100 square meters. A round stone table is placed in the center. A flame burns in the center of the stone table, and the firelight reflects the stone house a little dim.
At this time, the stone house was full of orcs, dwarves, goblins, and several trolls. These people were standing or sitting, making noises. The hot-tempered dwarves roared from time to time, and the orcs were not to be outdone, roaring loudly. What, this is the meeting of the tribe side.
Bang, bang, bang!
A troll about four meters tall slapped the stone table, trying to stop the quarrel between the dwarves and the orcs.
There are several leaders of the black soil war zone sitting around the stone table. They are a strong bullhead, a mountain dwarf king, a goblin inventor, and the troll who is shooting the table. This is a frost troll, a rare spellcaster among trolls, a rare spellcaster among trolls.
These four are the top commanders of the Black Earth Fortress. There is no division between them. If there is an important decision, a meeting is required.
Behind these four, and their respective clansmen, those who can enter this stone house are all high-level tribal troops.
As the frost troll slapped the stone table, the stone house was a little more peaceful.
"quiet!"
The Frost Troll was obviously furious. In his opinion, except for the troll clan, the rest of the stone house was a mob.
"Humph."
The mountain dwarf king next door snorted coldly, and he thought the same way. Except for the dwarves, the other races in the stone house were trash.
"We want to be united, and not being united is the main reason we've been unable to fight the imperial chops."
The leader of the Orc Black Earth War Zone, the Tauren Armster sighed. Although he looks rough, he has the best temperament among the four present.
"Yes, to unite."
A shrill voice came, and a goblin inventor wearing a golden crown and at least twenty rings on ten fingers spoke up. These rings are not decorations, and all his skills are on them.
The goblins belong to the grassroots, they will not take the initiative to propose, and where there are more people, they will prefer which side.
"Imperial army is about to fight. You can hear the shout. In the previous stop, the orcs suffered heavy casualties. Therefore, the orcs can no longer take the lead in this battle."
The Frost Troll nodded to the tauren Armster, and Armster felt a warm heart and silently wrote down the friendship of the Frost Troll.
"They don't take the lead? Who comes? Dwarves? There are many of them."
The goblin inventor found that the situation was wrong, and quickly dumped the blame on the dwarves.
"Fuck your pigs! If we dwarves suffer large-scale casualties, will you fight with wooden sticks?"
The hot-tempered dwarf king slapped the table and stared.
"You don't go, are we goblins going..."
"good idea."
"That's right."
"I agree with this opinion."
Before the goblin inventor had finished speaking, the other three all looked at him. The dwarves' style was so hated by people that they always hid in the last battles.
"impossible."
Goblin inventors categorically refused, using orcs as cannon fodder almost became a tradition.
"The enemy will attack immediately, we can't even choose a striker, hey."
The frost troll let out a long sigh. That's why the tribe's army was more than three times the empire's army, yet it has always survived on the edge of the continent.
There is no way to do this. There are contradictions among the various races in the tribe. Even under the pressure of the empire and the poor living environment alliance, it is impossible to choose a big leader, unless the big leader is a mixed race of four races. There is only one possibility.
Then it is very difficult for the royal family of the tribe to marry. Imagine a female goblin marrying a troll, what the prospect of the bridal chamber will be. It is not an exaggeration to reach the stomach in one step, it is not intermarriage, it is murder.
Orcs, goblins, and dwarves all have intermarriages, and they have produced good offspring, but the trolls are always the difficulties that cannot be overcome.
Moreover, even if there are four mixed races born, the follow-up troubles will continue, so the tribe directly adopts the parliamentary system.
The advantage of the parliamentary system is that it reduces the conflicts between the various ethnic groups, and each ethnic group has rights in their hands.
"The situation is urgent, let us trolls be the strikers."
"no."
The goblin inventor was the first to object.
"Frost, do you want to exterminate the race?"
The dwarf king put away his fiery temper. The fertility of the trolls was not strong. If the trolls suffered a large number of casualties, it would be a serious blow to the tribe.
"There is no other way..."
"We orcs are the strikers."
The tauren Armster stood up, his figure was a little lonely, and he looked around the three people present.
"Compatriots, when will we unite, that is the day of the demise of the imperial chops, and until then, we can only hide in Chimney Hill."
Amstel got up and walked out. He pushed open the door, bowed his head and avoided the door frame and walked out of the stone house. The other three leaders in the stone house stopped talking.
As soon as he walked out of the stone house, Armster felt the fortress under his feet vibrate slightly.
Boom, boom, boom...
Hundreds of thousands of people marched and the ground shook slightly.
"It's here so soon, it's worthy of being the frontier blood lion Carlos."
Armster came to the edge of the city wall and looked down. With the help of moonlight, he saw the army half a kilometer away.
In front of the army, a man riding a warhorse and wearing blood-colored armor caught Armster's attention.
"That's... Carlos!?"
Amster shook his head in disbelief and blinked his eyes. After more than ten seconds of confirmation, he was certain that it was the frontier blood lion Carlos.
"Is this guy crazy..."
Amster began to feel bad, very bad, he rushed into the stone house, and the horn on his head knocked a piece of obsidian off the door frame.
With a muffled bang, Amstel rushed into the stone house, and the three leaders in the stone house were taken aback.
"Amster, you are..."
The icy troll sensed that Amster's face was wrong.
"The Imperial Army is here."
Amster's face twitched.
"scoff~"
The goblin inventor sneered. It was laughing at the embarrassed appearance of Armster at this time. Isn't it the invasion of the imperial army? This kind of thing is already commonplace.
"The frontier blood lion Carlos takes the lead."
"what!?"
The three leaders stood up at the same time.
"That's not good."
"Is Carlos' brain flooded, if he dies..."
"Shit, the frontier blood lion Carlos personally led the charge. Once the war begins, how excited will the imperial soldiers be?"
The leaders of the four tribes were aware of the seriousness of the matter.
"Frost, let's find a chance to get rid of him."
A whiff of white air spewed out of Amster's bull nose.
"it is good."
The frost troll stood up. Among the orcs and trolls, only the strong can serve as the leader. The strong is the royal family.
"Count me in, everyone knows Carlos' strength, and the night elf princess must be near him. It is said that the two guys have a leg."
The Mountain Dwarf King sneered.
"No, you're gone, who will command the defense of the Black Earth Fortress?"
Amster flatly refused.
"Am I a decoration? Sometimes brains are better than muscles. If the night elf princess is really near Carlos, then he will be dead."
The goblin inventor gave a wicked laugh, as if he was already winning.
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