In the orc camp, outside the big tent in the center, dozens of wolf loved ones were standing beside the tent, watching the tent continuously emit magical light.
Among the favored ones, Tata, the favored one of the Jiaolang, looked angrily at Olmert Jiji from the royal court.
At this moment, his three brothers of the same race were uncertain whether they were alive or dead in the tent, but the animals on the opposite side actually blamed the favored ones who had just responded for not continuing the attack.
"Mr. Olmert, what on earth do you mean? Isn't it the end of the world until we all die?"
Before actually witnessing the assassination of his brother, Tata had no idea about war. In his impression, it was a more serious intra-clan struggle: two favored people fighting against each other to see who could get the favor and power of the Warcraft God more. , the losing party can leave the city they originally occupied in a dignified manner.
However, when he saw the three big dogs being dragged back, while the big pig next to him still let his men continue to charge, he finally understood what Father Rousseff said. The real goal of the Royal Court is not the Galloping Horse Plains. But Hindukel.
"Leader Tata, look what you said," Olmert said without a trace of guilt when facing Tata, "At that moment, the followers who were responsible for the response should continue to charge, even if it was just to cover the injured, otherwise Once a mage comes down, your three brothers will never come back alive."
"Hmph, you people from the royal court are nice to say, but in the end, you don't want us to die!"
"That's right, why are you just sitting like this in the camp? Do you want to watch us charge?"
A group of big dogs began to get angry, and some smaller dogs even bared their teeth and yelled at the big pig.
"Who said I would sit down?" Olmert yelled, and suddenly the stones on the ground shook.
"Rumble"
Hundreds of fully armed orc soldiers suddenly sprang out from around the wolves, and five huge favored ones walked from the back of the formation to the front.
The shoulder heights of the five favored ones are all higher than Tata. They are the gray wolf, the saber-toothed tiger, the hyena, the brown bear and the rhino. Each of them wears a pair of old giant beast armor. That is the royal court. An ancient collection unique to the Eight Parts.
"Let me introduce you," Olmert said with a hint of pride, "These five are the pioneers from Wang Ting, and the other five are already arriving in Siam. Now you will not still think that Wang Ting only lets everyone Charge, have you conserved your strength?"
The big dogs became quiet for a moment. Although the cats and dogs are the big ones in the current basin, there are also many neutral favored ones in other city-states. In other words, the total number of favored ones under the name of the Jiaolang tribe is 20. Come take your seat.
Now the five men sent by Wang Ting are stronger than them. They are obviously supervising the battle team to prevent them from dying.
"My suggestion is that we take advantage of the lack of preparation on the other side and charge again. This time our royal court's favored ones will join everyone!"
After Olmert said that, the orc army and the five favored ones took a step forward, forcing Jiao Lang's favored ones to retreat continuously.
"No fighting tonight, rest!"
Just when the two sides were at war with each other, Magister Rousseff walked out of the tent, "The three of them have just passed the gate of hell. If any of you go to die again, I won't save you!"
"You mean? My brothers were rescued?" Tata was overjoyed when he heard this, "Thank you, dad, thank you!"
However, Tata's thanks did not make Rousseff look good at all. He walked directly to Jiao Lang, held the big wolf's mouth with his hand, and said loudly:
"Let me tell you, today I have enough medicine and enough magic to barely save the three of them. If you think that I can save you even if I send you to death, then you are totally wrong!"
"Today, don't attack anyone. Come back!" Rousseff ordered almost in a roar. "I have been here for hundreds of years, and I don't want to watch you die one by one in one night!"
After saying that, Rousseff walked straight out of the camp.
"Yes! Yes!" In front of Rousseff, the local loved ones turned into obedient puppies.
However, Rousseff's words made the beloved from the royal court and Olmert frown at the same time.
"Rosseff Vichydno!" As the orc soldiers blocked Rousseff's way, Olmert shouted, "You are just a human mage who lives under the permission of the royal court. Everything about you is It was given by the orcs and the royal court! You'd better understand your identity! If you dare to disobey the royal court's order, I can punish you under military law now!"
The blocked Rousseff's eyes suddenly glowed with golden light, her hands spread out, and her feet dug into the air. A pair of wolf eyes appeared above her head, and there was a loud sound around her.
"Rosseff is one of the orcs!"
"Ouch~oooooo" The wolves in the camp immediately howled, echoing the voice from the gods.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Olmert heard that it was the oracle of the White Wolf God of the Prairie. It was the order given by the God of Warcraft himself.
All the Beloveds and Beastmen present were already kneeling around Rousseff. No one dared to disobey the Beast God's will, and no one mentioned Rousseff's identity again.
After a moment, the magister landed on his feet and returned to his previous state.
Tata quickly ran to Rousseff, asked his father to sit on him, and shouted to everyone around him: "Did you hear that? Your Majesty said that dad is a member of the orcs. Today, dad is on the verge of death. After rescuing the three loved ones, I was very exhausted and they all dispersed!"
As the loved ones of the Jiaolang tribe left one after another, the trial finally ended. The royal envoy finally understood that Rosef Vishidno Galloping Horse was no longer just the father of the local cattle in Hindukel. , even gained the trust and protection of the God of Warcraft, and all plans surrounding him could only be canceled or changed.
The local orcs finally understood that the Royal Court's goal was really them, not the Galloping Horse Plains they were talking about. The goodwill from the Royal Court was far inferior to their father's medical skills; and Lant finally understood that he could not deal with more people. The favored ones attacked at the same time.
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It was late at night, and the meditation room was already empty. Lant's two incomplete sets of armor were neatly stacked on the shelves.
Although they are both armors that have left traces of being incarnated, the original strong traces of the Beast God's magic power on today's set have basically disappeared; on the contrary, it was on the armor that Lant had when he first confronted the Beloved a few days ago. , I can still feel the power of another cat beast god.
The door to the meditation room was gently pushed open, and at the bottom of the door, a young figure crawled in almost unconsciously.
"嘘嘘嘤~" The little milk cat, known as "Master" by everyone, used up all his strength to feed him and crawled under the shelf. It seemed that there was something more attractive to him than milk, right on top of the shelf.
"嘤嘤嘤~" the milk cat kept chirping.
At this time, in the originally dark room, the traces on the broken armor suddenly glowed, and the power of the Lin Cat God gathered together like liquid and dripped into the little milk cat's mouth.
"Meow~" The happy kitten let out a cry of joy.
(End of chapter)
