I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"Cough cough!"

His sight gradually focused, and Eli opened his eyes and saw the orc beside him clearly, "Gerli? Why am I here?"

Gelli was the handsome scorpion orc. He held down Eli who was about to stand up.

"Lord Eli, you'd better just lie there. What if the wound splits?"

"Hiss!" Eli raised his hand to rub his aching head, but it pulled the wound on his arm, causing it to tear open and bleed.

"It's bleeding! Hurry up, hurry up, go find Lord Sewell!"

Gelli shouted anxiously to his teammate who was dozing off in the distance. The orc was sleeping in a daze and was suddenly awakened. He immediately stood up and ran out.

His mind was still blank at the moment, and he only remembered to go find Seville.

The severe headache finally got better, and Eli said weakly: "Go find Carret."

Eli did not forget his mission. He rushed back desperately just to convey the news to them.

Unfortunately, he fainted before he could stay awake until they arrived. If it weren't for Sewell's superb medical skills, Eli would have been dead.

The wounds were so severe that bones were visible. Two ribs alone were broken. If the lungs were injured and the internal organs were ruptured, even if Sewell tried his best, he could only prepare a funeral for Eli in advance.

Gelli didn't dare to resist Eli's order. He looked at the lying Eli worriedly and went out.

It is not yet dawn and the sky is gloomy. Carrett and Sewell have not rested yet. They are both thinking about something, so how can they fall asleep so easily?

When someone knocked on the door, he came over without any delay.

After both of them entered the room, Carret signaled the other orcs to leave, and Seville sorted out the needle and thread, preparing to sew up his torn wound.

Sewell held down the struggling Eli and said, "You'd better not move. You are alive thanks to the Beast God!"

Carret folded his arms and looked at Sewell who was threading the needle skillfully. If you didn't know better, you would think he was sewing clothes.

To some extent, it can also be considered as sewing clothes, clothes made of human skin.

"Tell me, why did you come to us right after you woke up from a serious injury? And with your strength, who could have hurt you like this?"

There was an unprecedented seriousness in Carret's tone.

Eli closed his eyes, enduring the pain of his skin being pierced. He seemed to be organizing his words, and after a while he spoke: "The Kulash tribe is preparing to take down our tribe in one fell swoop."

The air suddenly froze, and even Sewell, who was threading the needle, paused.

They didn't interrupt him and waited for him to finish his words.

"They will attack us in half a month at the earliest and a month at the latest. The most troublesome thing is that they also hired a seven-star orc to help. I was injured like this by that seven-star orc."

The Leopard and Scorpion tribes are both incredibly fast races. Given Eli's stealth and speed, it would be a thankless task for an ordinary six-star to deal with him. As they are both races with amazing speed talents, only such a strong star-level opponent could overwhelm them and injure Eli like this.

Eli is lucky to be able to escape from the Seven-Star Orcs!

"Are you mobilizing the Seven Star Orcs just to wipe us out in one fell swoop? Half a month at the earliest. It seems like they have been eyeing us for a long time!"

The previous war with the Narn tribe, which is the lion tribe, has already caused them great damage.

The reason why the Kulash tribe did not take action at that time must be for this day, a day when they can take them all to themselves, without having to share the spoils with the Naan tribe, and just take them all to themselves.

They are so insidious, I really don’t know who is the dirty-blood race!

"Thank you for your hard work. Just take a good rest here. Leave the rest to us!"

Eli said solemnly: "You have not seen the strength of the Seven-Star Orc. He... is not someone we can deal with. Even... even the leader is definitely not his opponent. We should take this opportunity to leave. We can't afford to lose any more people."

Eli knew that when Carret said something like that, it meant he didn't want to escape, he wanted to fight!

But how many of them are left?

There are more than a thousand people in the tribe, and the elderly, the weak, women and children account for 30%. There are only more than 300 orcs with three stars and above. The remaining one and two stars will be cannon fodder once the war breaks out.

They are lucky to be alive, they are still so young!

Some merged tribes only have a few dozen people left. The young and strong orcs are their backbone. Once these people die, what should the remaining people do?

It would be so unfair to let the rest of the large tribes like Rex and Carret take over!

This battle cannot be fought!

"Eli!" Carrett was a little angry. "When did you become such a coward! Have you ever thought about how your people were tortured to death by them?"

Seville, who had also sutured his wound, interrupted, "It's not that we don't want to escape, but we can't retreat. To the west is Narn's territory, to the east is Kulash, and to the north is the swamp. In this situation, the south is our only way out, but have you ever thought about it? You can think of it, but they can't think of it?"

The half-moon attack was clearly well prepared and would never give them a chance to escape.

Once they retreat and flee south, that would be exactly what we want, and the end that awaits them would be no more tragic than a head-on battle.

Now that they occupy this area, they must know more about the environment and terrain than they do.

If you start a war on your own territory, you at least have some chance of winning.

Escape? Only death!

"If we are really unable to defeat them, we must pave a way for them to survive at the cost of our lives!" Carrett looked at him firmly, "Eli, the ending was determined when we took this position."

"When you reach a desperate situation, just lead them to retreat."

Seville didn't say anything either, and it was obvious that he was also ready to die.

Erlan hasn't been out for a long time, and everyone can more or less guess that it is probably impossible for him to get promoted this time.

To assume the worst, this forced advancement might even aggravate Erlan's injury. By then, not to mention being able to exert half of his previous strength, he might even have problems striking.

They...may not be able to wait until that time!

They finally have a glimmer of hope, but are they going to stop here before they even imagine their future life?

Why do you do this to us!

Lord Beast God! Aren’t we considered your people?

Every orc of the foul-blooded race has asked this question in their hearts, but the gods high above seem to have abandoned them long ago!

It started with condoning foreign races to slaughter them, and it started with God not responding!

Carret concealed the bitterness in his heart and wanted to tell Erlan about this.

Even though this would disturb Erlan's mind, they really had no other choice at the moment.

Even if it is terminated forcefully, Erlan can still retain the strength of six stars.