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During the game, the originals as spectators were also watching this scene.

Ghidorah, as the emperor's representative, also transformed into a young man wearing a golden robe.

Ghidorah said that the Emperor had gone into seclusion to practice. This news made the primarchs present a little disappointed.

But after the disappointment, I felt relaxed.

If the emperor really comes, they will definitely be on pins and needles, just like a parent standing next to them while doing homework.

Except for a few Primarchs, the other Primarchs mingled with each other, eating and drinking while proudly showing off their troops to the people around them.

One thing to say is that it may not be possible to defeat them in person, but compared to the combat effectiveness and quality of their subordinates, many primarchs feel that they can be compared.

Vincent, Kilrush, Galio, and Philip were drinking silently on the side.

There is no way, their men's performance is too weak.

They can all think about how those brothers will tease them in the future.

Looking at Randy who was sipping the undead wine, Philip groaned angrily.

"Okay, okay, don't look at it. The more you look at it, the angrier it becomes. Drink."

Kilrush picked up a box of high-concentration spirits from somewhere, put it in front of Philip and said.

After Matthew's education, Philip realized his mistake. After a fight with Kilrush, he laughed away his grudges. They were very similar, so they became more and more attached to each other, and it was good after chatting.

But sissy Randy is his lifelong enemy!

I'm so angry, let's have a drink.

"Ghidora, what do you think of my Imperial Fist?"

Clayton and Ghidorah sat on the two main seats in the middle.

"It's very good. They are relaxed and strict, and their cooperation is also very good. Marshal Clayton, your soldiers are very good."

As he spoke, Ghidorah picked up a special black pineapple and stuffed it in with his mouth wide open.

"Hahahaha, you're welcome."

Clayton opened his mouth and smiled silently.

"Where is my fallen angel?"

"How is my undead warrior?"

"How about Thunder Warrior?"

Hearing Ghidorah's praise, the other primarchs stopped and gathered around to ask Ghidorah's opinion. Ghidorah represented the Emperor and would definitely tell the Emperor about the performance of each unit this time.

"Ah hahaha, easy to say, easy to say, come one by one."

—————Boundary————

Burning Blade Legion Stronghold

With the cooperation of heavy firepower and Fire Blade Warriors, they continued to repel the Ork Orcs' attacks again and again.

They were like a big mountain pressing on the heads of the Orcs.

"Dad, it's okay to always be like this."

Gondor wiped the blood of the Orcs on his body, and walked beside the deputy commander: "If we want to get good results, I think we should go out and actively hunt the Orcs. In this place, the Burning Blade Legion is all I can’t let go.”

After the deputy commander slashed several Orcs to pieces, he looked at his son.

"What you said makes sense, but..."

The deputy commander's expression was not visible on his face, but from his tone, Gondor could hear the deputy commander's hesitation.

"You know."

The deputy commander spoke slowly: "The Burning Blade Legion was once on the pillar of shame for being greedy for merit and rashly advancing. I'm afraid this time."

"Seek stability, the Burning Blade Legion cannot withstand failure."

"But……………"

"There are no buts. If we advance step by step and expand our territory, the Flaming Blade Legion will have a good ranking."

Waving his hand to stop Gondor's words, the deputy commander left.

………………

夜晚

The night wind mixed with the Orc factor blew through the camp. The Orcs were in a calm period at night. They preferred the day and hated the sunless nights.

After fighting for a day, the undead will not be tired physically, but they will be very irritable mentally, so night is their common rest time. Some choose to sleep, some choose to meditate, and some practice sword skills silently in their hearts.

The breeze blew the electric lamp hanging on the pole, and in Gondor's tent, a difficult decision was being made.

"I think we can go out and do something. As long as we can succeed, father will naturally see the results. Father wants stability, but for the flaming Blade Warriors, seeking stability will only consume everyone's fighting spirit!"

Gondor called many young Burning Blade warriors and told them their opinions.

"Yes, Gondor, I agree with your point. We should start a prairie fire like fire, not like a pool of stagnant water."

A young Fireblade warrior nodded, agreeing with Gondor.

"And the Orcs are not very active in the dark, so let's go out for one night and see what we gain."

Another Burning Blade warrior also expressed his opinion.

Seeing that everyone spoke enthusiastically, Gondor did not hide it, which gave everyone a reassurance.

I saw him taking out a black box and saying: "This is a silent force field developed by the empire. It is usually installed in practice rooms for sound insulation. I have been studying Orcs for a long time. This is what I learned from my old age." I stole it from dad...well, I got it."

"When the time comes to activate this silent force field and cover the heads of the Orcs, even if we kill these Orcs, nothing will happen. The safety factor will be greatly increased."

Everyone deliberately ignored Gondor's wrong words and agreed to this action.

Late night

After a group of night-watching Burning Blade Warriors left, Gondor and his four friends quickly left the camp using shadow steps.

the other side

Deputy Commander Camp

"You brat, I knew you were dishonest."

The deputy commander of the army, who was sitting in a chair meditating, opened his mouth and smiled. The entire camp was within the range of his soul's perception, and Gondor's small movements were right under his nose.

The deputy commander felt a little happy, and he agreed with what Gondor said. After the defeat of the fish-men plane, the atmosphere of the Burning Blade Legion changed. They used the flame that symbolized explosion, but they were full of thoughts of stability.

But there is nothing I can do. I am really scared and dare not take any more risks.

"Hey, you bastard, if we can succeed, it may be up to you to change the atmosphere of the Burning Blade Legion."

………………

The woods not far from the camp

The Fire Blade Warriors jumped nimbly in the woods, and they were proficient in Shadow Step and could even hide in the shadows under the moonlight.

They jumped to a big tree three meters in diameter and said, looking down from top to bottom at the Orcs sleeping on the grass not far away.

This is a small group of Orcs, about twelve or thirteen in number.

Gondor and the others held long knives in their hands, silently activated the silent force field, and a transparent soundproof cover covered the heads of the Orcs.

These Orcs didn't know what they were about to face, and were still sleeping soundly.

"on!"

Gondor shouted, and the five people jumped into the silent force field together.

"waaagh!!!"

"Orcs! Death! Divine magic? Strengthen!"