Reincarnation Paradise

Chapter 741 Meeting
At the top of the Black Soil Fortress, inside a house made of obsidian.

The area of ​​the stone house is about hundreds of square meters. A round stone table is placed in the center, and a flame is burning in the center of the stone table.

At this time, the stone house was full of orcs, dwarves, goblins, and a few trolls. These people were standing or sitting, making noise. What, this is the tribe's meeting.

Bang, bang, bang!

A troll about four meters tall slapped the stone table, trying to stop the quarrel between the dwarves and orcs.

Sitting around the stone table were several leaders of the black soil war zone, including a strong tauren, a mountain dwarf king, a goblin inventor, and the troll who was slapping the table. This is a frost giant Demon, a rare spellcaster among trolls.

These four are the supreme commanders of the Black Soil Fortress. There is no distinction between them. If there is an important decision, a meeting is required to discuss it.

Behind these four, there are their respective tribesmen, and those who can enter this stone house are all high-level tribesmen.

As the frost troll slapped the stone table, the stone house became more peaceful.

"quiet!"

The Frost troll was obviously furious. In his opinion, except for the trolls, the rest of the stone house was a mob.

"Humph."

The mountain dwarf king sitting next to him snorted coldly, and he thought the same. Except for the dwarves, the other races in the stone house are trash.

"We need to be united. Not being united enough is the main reason why we can't defeat the empire's offal."

The leader of the orc black soil war zone, the tauren Amster sighed. Although he looks rough, his temper is the best among the four present.

"Yes, be united."

A shrill voice came, and a goblin inventor wearing a golden crown and at least twenty rings on his ten fingers spoke. These rings are not decorations, and all his skills are on them.

The goblins belong to the wall grass, they will not take the initiative to propose, whichever side has more people, they will favor that side.

"The imperial army is about to fight over. You all heard the cry. In the previous battle, the orcs suffered heavy casualties. Therefore, the orcs can no longer take the lead in this battle."

The Frost Troll nodded to the tauren Amster, and Amster's heart warmed up, silently remembering the friendship of the Frost Troll.

"They don't lead the charge? Who then? The dwarves? There are many of them."

The goblin inventor found that something was wrong, so he quickly blamed the dwarves.

"Put your pig farts on! If there are mass casualties among us dwarves, will you fight with sticks?"

The fiery dwarf king slapped the table and stared.

"If you don't go, can we goblins go..."

"good idea."

"Yes."

"I agree with that opinion."

Before the goblin inventor finished speaking, the other three all looked at it. The style of the goblin clan is really hated by others. In all previous battles, they always hide in the rear.

"impossible."

The goblin inventor flatly refused, and it almost became a tradition to use the orcs as cannon fodder.

"The enemy is attacking immediately, and we can't even choose a forward, hey."

The Frost Troll let out a long sigh, that's why the Tribal Army outnumbered the Imperial Army by more than three times, but they have always lived on the edge of the continent.

This is also impossible. There are already conflicts among the various races of the tribe. Even under the pressure of the empire and the poor living environment, it is impossible to elect a chief, unless the chief is a mixed race of four races. There is only a glimmer of possibility.

Then it is very difficult for the royal families of the tribes to intermarry. Imagine the prospect of a female goblin marrying a troll. It is not an exaggeration to go to the stomach. It is not intermarriage, it is murder. As for It won't work to combine other races with female trolls. Female trolls cannot have offspring with other races. This is the conclusion reached after countless experiments.

Orcs, goblins, and dwarves all intermarried among the three races, and produced good offspring, but the trolls were always an insurmountable difficulty.

Moreover, even if a mixed blood of the four races is born, subsequent troubles will continue. Therefore, the tribal side directly adopts a parliamentary system.

The advantage of the parliamentary system is that it reduces the conflicts among the various ethnic groups, and each ethnic group has power in their hands. The disadvantage is that it is too troublesome to choose one thing, such as which ethnic group will be the striker in the defense of the black soil fortress.

"The situation is urgent, let us trolls take the lead."

"No."

The goblin inventor was the first to object.

"Bingshuang, do you want the group to become extinct?"

The dwarf king put away his fiery temper. The fertility of the trolls is not strong. If there are a large number of casualties among the trolls, it will be a serious blow to the tribe.

"There is no other way..."

"We orcs act as the forward."

The tauren Amster stood up, looking a little lonely, and looked around at the three present.

"My fellow citizens, when we are united, that is the day of the end of the empire's offal. Until then, we can only huddle in Chimney Hill."

Amster got up and walked out. He pushed open the door, lowered his head to avoid 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, Amster felt the fortress under his feet vibrate slightly.

Boom, boom, boom...

The march of tens of 10 people caused the ground to shake slightly.

"It's arrived so soon, as expected of the frontier blood lion Carlos."

Amster 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 in scarlet armor on a horse caught Amster's attention.

"That's...Carlos!?"

Amster shook his head in disbelief, and blinked. After more than ten seconds of confirmation, he was sure that it was the frontier blood lion Carlos.

"This guy, is he crazy..."

Amster began to feel bad, very bad, he turned back and rushed into the stone house, the horns on his head knocked off a piece of obsidian on the door frame.

With a muffled bang, Amster rushed into the stone house, and the three leaders in the stone house were stunned.

"Amster, you are..."

The icy troll noticed that Amster's complexion was wrong.

"The imperial army is coming."

Amherst's face twitched.

"scoff~"

The goblin inventor sneered, it was laughing at Amster's embarrassed appearance at this time, isn't it the imperial army's attack, this kind of thing has become commonplace.

"The frontier blood lion Carlos takes the lead."

"what!?"

The three leaders stood up at the same time.

"That's not good."

"Has Carlos lost his mind? If he dies..."

"Shit, Carlos, the frontier blood lion, will lead the charge himself. Once the battle starts, how excited will the imperial soldiers be?"

The leaders of the four tribes all realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Bingshuang, let's find a chance to get rid of him."

A puff of white gas came out of Amster's bull nose.

"it is good."

The frost troll stood up. Among the orc and troll tribes, only the strong can be the leader. The strong are the royal family. The royal family in the two tribes is not passed down by blood, but the capable ones.

"Count me in. Everyone knows Carlos' strength, and the night elf princess must be near him. It is said that the two guys have an affair."

The mountain dwarf king sneered.

"No, you're leaving, who will command the defense of the Black Soil Fortress."

Amherst flatly refused.

"Am I a display? Sometimes the brain is more useful than the muscles. If the night elf princess is really near Carlos, then he is dead."

The goblin inventor gave a smirk, as if he had already won.

(End of this chapter)