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Chapter 140 The Orc Who Planned Goron

The news of the assassin quickly spread throughout the camp, and everyone was shocked, and then the camp was immediately closed.

They all clamored to replenish supplies as soon as possible, so that they could return to the territory safely.

At this time, His Majesty Quesnel of course also heard the news, looking at Galwan who knelt on the ground after Ilya messed things up again, he felt an evil fire in his heart that urgently needed to be vented.

This familiar scene seemed to bring him back to the last time, the fall of Fort Lite, the failure of the coalition forces and the peace talks, all of which flashed before his eyes, which made him taste the bitterness of failure again.

"You damn fool, I just asked you to send someone to observe Earl Roland's reaction, what's the result?"

His Majesty Quesnel asked about the result three times in a row, and then he sat down on the throne, "The result is that there was an assassin incident, and you really belonged to it, Ilya Galvan."

His Majesty Quesnel was already laughed out of anger. He had not lost his composure like this for a long time. However, it was his intelligence chief who made him do this twice in a row during this period.

And all of them have caused serious consequences. In his opinion, this matter will definitely be used by the Osborne family to connect the nobles of the northern border more closely.

This is a serious challenge to his rule!
Facing the furious His Majesty, Ilya had no choice but to lower his head even lower.

His Majesty Quesnel soon restrained his temper, and asked blankly: "Tell me what happened, and why such a mistake occurred."

"Your Majesty, that's the center of the barracks. It's impossible for us to monitor it, so I don't know anything about what happened."

"What a waste, tell me about your analysis, why Earl Roland found out."

Ilya had thought about this question a long time ago, so he quickly replied: "As a soldier, Earl Roland must be very clear about the breath and shape of the soldiers.

And the people in our intelligence department hide behind the scenes most of the time, so most of them have some bad habits. Perhaps this is why Earl Roland discovered it. "

"Is that why you keep rubbing your thumb and tail finger? You mean, it's my fault? Shouldn't you be sent?"

Although His Majesty Quesnel knew that this was the greatest possibility, he would not admit such a mistake, because he was their master.

"This matter is our fault. If it is not done well, it is our duty."

"Forget it, Galwan, my intelligence chief, this is indeed my lack of consideration.

But you also need to know that this is already the second time, and I don't want a third time, remember this sentence, get out before I change my mind. "

With Ilya's departure, His Majesty Quesnel fell into deep thought again, and kept writing and drawing on the desk.
A few days later, the northern coalition forces began to withdraw after receiving enough supplies.

What surprised them was that the matter of the assassin did not attract much attention from His Majesty, he just sent an envoy to express his condolences, and there was no further information.

Including Earl Roland, both of them seemed to have chosen to forget about this matter, which also gave rise to bad thoughts in their hearts, that is, His Majesty is somewhat suspicious of people in the north.

This made them feel very uncomfortable, and planted hidden dangers for subsequent events.

Orc prairie.

There was heavy snow falling in the sky, and as far as the eye could see was a world of ice and snow. The heavy snow covered the earth and covered it with a white carpet. The snow was already as high as a person.

The entire orc prairie fell into silence, temporarily dispelling the cloud of war hanging over their heads.

Because under such circumstances, all the orc clans are nestled in their respective camps.

Under extreme weather, the clans have no possibility of using force.

This gave them a certain amount of respite to deal with the next candidate for the orc chieftain.

The shadow didn't dissipate, it was only brewing temporarily, and it would erupt in a more intense manner.

The camp of the Dark Iron Clan has been surrounded by heavy snow, and it is strange that a huge wooden building stands outside their camp.

A large number of subordinate races leaned next to the building, and the outermost ones were the orcs who acted as supervisors.

They were busy under the command of an orc. Initially, it looked like a siege ladder, but it was a bit too high.

It is already 10 meters high, and it is still trying to increase it, which can be seen from the many wooden materials piled up around it.

I just don't know if they lacked enough knowledge or they didn't handle the wood well, but it seemed a little shaky.

But under the coercion of the orcs, the subordinate races, or slaves, climbed up it against the wind and snow, and the rope passed through a huge wooden roller, and the other end fell to the ground.

The slaves on the ground were tying up a huge piece of wood and tied them tightly together with ropes. With the number shouted in their mouths, the piece of wood was slowly rising.

There are several ropes hanging directly under the wood to control the direction of the wood so that it can reach the top safely.

It has to be said that after the destruction of the orc empire, the orcs who lived a nomadic life have lost most of the technologies that are not needed for life.

If it weren't for their naturally strong physiques and fighting personalities, they would still maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness.

They have long since disappeared into history, let alone the enslavement of other races.

Seeing the slaves who continued to work, the orc supervisor nodded in satisfaction. He sat on a rough chair and hummed a little tune that belonged to the orcs, in a very good mood.

After not knowing how many times they failed, today they have broken through the height of 10 meters.

This is also the reason why it is happy, as long as they can reach 15 meters, they can pass here and set foot on the North Wind Fortress.

As for whether they can break into the North Wind Fortress, it is not important to the orcs. In their minds, as long as they are led by Hellscream, there is nothing that cannot be accomplished.

Worshiping the strong, with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, seems to be a vocabulary tailored for orcs by nature.

With the sound of a rope snapping, the huge log began to tilt, but fortunately, the people below held it.

Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, after losing a fulcrum, the other ropes were under heavy force, and the sound of breaking the ropes sounded one after another.

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, the huge log fell directly and hit the siege ladder fiercely. The already unstable siege ladder swayed crazily under such impact.

Under the influence of the force, the people on the top were directly hit against the guardrail, and then were thrown out. They fell to the ground hard and died without any convulsions.

Only then did the people below react and prepare to flee.

"Go back to me and hold it steady. If it falls down, you will also die."

It's just that the orc superintendent doesn't care about the life and death of these slaves. In his opinion, these slaves together are not comparable to a plank of a siege ladder.

It is also not reconciled to such a failure. In its view, this is just a mistake, and there is a possibility of remedy.

The slaves who heard the order looked at each other, and finally returned to the swaying siege ladder, and began to think of ways to stabilize it, but they didn't have any good methods.

All they can rely on is their own bodies. They use their hands or their bodies to withstand the siege ladder, and clenched their teeth, trying to stabilize it.

It's just that it's futile for them to do so. The stability of the lower layer makes the shaking of the upper layer more deadly.

The siege ladder has tilted to one side and is slowly falling down.
Strictly speaking, this is an accident and someone needs to be responsible for it, but in the eyes of the orcs, they are just slaves and consumables, and no one cares about these.

The only thing that scares him is what he needs to face next.

The overseer bravely came to the Hall of the Chiefs and met its owner, Uvaldo Hellscream.

"Great Chief, the new round of construction has failed again, but the good news is that its height has exceeded ten meters, and it is only five meters away from 15 meters."

"Oh, how powerful it is, it's only 5 meters away, why I heard that it is very shaken, if you push it, it will fall apart, right?
Are you going to build something like this to attack Borean Fortress?Are you going to laugh at the humans there? "

Before Hellscream could speak, Cross, who was sitting on his left, laughed out loud.

Just as Hellscream's eyes fell on him, the chief of the Shadowmoon clan slowly restrained his smile.

It doesn't want to add fire to Hellscream's bad mood.

During this period of time, Hellscream has killed more than ten orcs in a row because of the siege ladder.

It wasn't until this moment that Hellscream set his sights on the supervisor who was kneeling below. He frowned and stood up.

As it stood, an invisible power swept across the audience in an instant.

For a moment, the entire chief hall fell silent, and the crackling of the braziers gradually faded away as Hellscream moved.

This is the will of Hellscream, a power built on the corpses of countless orcs.

One hand grabbed the supervisor's neck, and after lifting it to the same height as himself, Hellscream said:
"I know it's not an easy thing to do, because we orcs have never built a 15-meter structure, let alone a pushable siege ladder.

I can allow failure, it doesn't matter, because we orcs are not yet united, we still have time to trial and error.

But what I don't allow is that the orc kneels here without any dignity, begging for forgiveness without dignity.

If it doesn't even have this responsibility, then it doesn't deserve to be an orc. "

Hellscream's loud words like thunder spread throughout the entire chief's hall in an instant, and echoed in it non-stop, even the snow on the roof slid down under the vibration.

As he let go of the iron-like hand, the orc had already lost any breath, and fell to the ground weakly, "Come here, throw this idiot to the war wolf."

Soon, orcs who were on standby came in, and they silently carried the corpse out of the hall, and prepared to feed it to the tribe's war wolves.

"Chief Cross, you laughed so loudly just now, there must be some good way, or I will leave this matter to you to supervise, after all, those orcs are really stupid."

As Hellscream's eyes focused on Cross, although there were a lot of braziers burning in the hall, he still felt the biting cold.

Cold sweat also began to flow from his forehead. His head slowly lowered under an invisible pressure, and soon he raised it again, revealing a ferocious gaze, as if he wanted to tear Hellscream into pieces.

"I admire you very much, Cross, the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, you have a toughness that ordinary people don't have, even if you are afraid of me, you will still want me to show your fierce eyes.

You have the unyielding attitude of an orc, not the obedience of a sheep, and that's what I admire about you.

If I die in the subsequent war, then the Dark Iron Clan will be under your control, even if it is merged into the Shadowmoon Clan. "

Looking at Hellscream who sat down again, what Cross had to admit was that even just sitting there, it exuded an ancient and ferocious aura like a Goron.

Moreover, Hellscream's words showed extraordinary courage and tolerance, and even Hellscream had a heart of worship in his heart.

'Maybe he can really become a hero and bring a different life to the orcs, and even rebuild the orc empire. '

With this in mind, Cross said: "Since you know what kind of person I am, then you should know that I usually get what I need by myself.

Not through other people's charity, even if it's you, Hellscream, it won't work.

But I do have an idea about the hopeless walls of the North Wind Fortress.

I heard that among the Gronns on the Blade's Edge Mountains, there is a Gronn that is 15 meters tall. His name is Gruul.

If we can get his help, then it seems that it will not be so difficult to ascend the North Wind Keep. "

Now it's really Hellscream's turn to be dumbfounded, yes, he is called the Gron Destroyer.

But to face a 15-meter-high Gron, obviously it doesn't have enough strength.

It can even feel the restlessness in its heart, which is the mania unique to warriors, urging it to challenge it.

But not now, its priority now is to lead the orcs out of the woods and rebuild the empire!
This is the responsibility of the Hellscream surname, as well as the desire of its heart.

If the orc problem is not solved for a day, such crazy ideas can only be ideas.

"Since you raised this question, you must have a certain degree of certainty, so I will leave this matter to you.

Make a workable plan, everything you need can be obtained from me, including me, will obey your orders.

If you want to surpass me and prove that you are the best choice for orc warchief, then do it well. "

Hellscream laughed loudly, and strode away from the Hall of Chiefs under Cross's stunned eyes.

"Don't underestimate me, Uvaldo Hellscream. I will definitely handle this matter, just wait and see. As for the position of the great chief, whoever wants it."

Hearing Cross's loud shout, Hellscream's louder laughter came from outside the hall.

Relying on his personal charm, Hellscream completely conquered Cross, the chief of the Shadowmoon clan, and the unity of the orcs also took the first step.
　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival

　　
　
(End of this chapter)