At the top of the Black Earth Fortress, inside a house made of obsidian.
The area of the stone house was about hundreds of square feet, a round stone table was placed in the center, a fla burned in the center of the table, and the light of the fire illuminated the inside of the stone house sowhat dimly.
At this ti, the stone house is full of orcs, dwarves, goblins, and a few trolls, these people either standing or sitting, noisy, hot-tempered dwarves from ti to ti roar, orcs are not willing to show weakness, pulling the big voice roar, this is the tribal side of the eting.
Bang, bang, bang!
A troll around four ters tall slapped the stone table, trying to make the dwarves and orcs stop arguing.
Around the stone table sat several leaders of the Black Earth Warzone, naly a strong bull head, a mountain dwarf king, a goblin inventor, and the troll who was slapping the table, a frost troll, a rare spell caster among the trolls.
These four were the supre commanders of the Black Earth Fortress, there was no hierarchy between them, and if there was an important decision to be made, a eting was needed to discuss it.
Behind these four, there are also their respective clansn, those who can enter this stone house are all the top brass of the tribal army.
With the Frost Troll tapping the stone table, the stone house settled down a bit.
"Silence!"
The Frost Troll was clearly enraged, in his opinion, other than the Troll Race, the others in the stone house were all rabble.
"Hmph."
The neighboring Mountain Dwarf King snorted coldly, his thoughts were the sa, other than the Dwarves, all the other races within the stone house were losers.
"We need to be united, not being united enough is the main reason why we have been unable to war the Imperial scum."
The leader of the Orc race's Black Earth Warzone, Minotaur Amster sighed, although he was rough looking, his temper was the best of the four present.
"Yes, be united."
A shrill voice ca from a Gno Inventor wearing a golden crown and at least two dozen rings on his ten fingers spoke, these rings were not decorations, his entire skill was in them.
The Goblins belonged to the wallflowers, they wouldn't initiate proposals, whichever side had more people, they would favor.
"The Imperial Army is going to fight over here soon, all of you heard that shout, in the previous stop, the Orc Race was killed and injured, therefore, this battle cannot be fought by the Orc Race again."
The Frost Troll nodded to the Minotaur Amster, who had a warm heart and silently noted this friendship from the Frost Troll.
"They're not playing the lead? Who's on then? The dwarves? They're outnumbered."
The Goblin Inventor realized that the situation was not right and hurriedly dumped the Dwarves.
"Let go of your pig's ass! If we Dwarves have mass casualties, do you fight with sticks?"
The hot-tempered Dwarf King slapped the table and glared.
"If you guys don't go on, do we goblins go on ..."
"Good idea."
"Exactly."
"I agree with that."
Before the Goblin Inventor could finish his sentence, the other three looked at it, the Dwarves' style was too hated, and in all the battles, they always hid at the end of the line.
"Impossible."
The Goblin Inventor flatly refused, using the Orc race as cannon fodder had almost beco a tradition.
"The enemy will be hitting us soon, we can't even pick a striker, hey."
The frost troll let out a long sigh, this was why the tribal army was more than three tis the number of the imperial army, but had always survived on the edge of the continent.
It can't be helped, there were originally contradictions between the various races on the tribal side, even if they were forced to alliance by the pressure of the empire and the bad survival environnt, they can't elect a big chief, unless that big chief is a four-race hybrid, which is a slight possibility.
Then the tribal side of the various races of the royal family is difficult to intermarry, imagine a female goblin married to a troll, the prospect of a cave-in would be what, one step to the stomach is not an exaggeration, that's not intermarriage, that's murder.
Orcs, goblins, and dwarves, there is intermarriage among all three races, also
My Great Famine.
produced decent offspring, but the troll side was always an impenetrable hurdle.
Moreover, even if there is a four-race hybrid birth, the subsequent trouble is also constant, therefore, the tribal side directly adopts the parliantary system.
The good thing about the parliantary system is that it reduces the conflicts between the tribes, and all the tribes have the rights in their hands, but the bad thing is that it is too troubleso to choose one thing, for example, the defense of the Black Earth Fortress by which tribes are the forerunners now.
"The situation is urgent, let us, the Troll Clan, be the vanguard."
"No way."
The Goblin Inventor was the first to object.
"Frost, do you want the pack to go extinct."
The Dwarf King put away that fiery temper, the fertility of the Troll Clan was already not strong, if there were a large number of deaths and injuries in the Troll Clan, it would be a serious blow to the tribe.
"There is no other way ..."
"We orcs act as the front line."
Minotaur Amster stood up, his figure sowhat forlorn as he looked around at the three present.
"Fellow countryn, when we unite, that will be the day of the Imperial scum's demise, until then, we can only cower in Chimney Mountain."
Amster got up and headed out of the room, he pushed the door open and bowed his head to avoid the doorfra as he walked out of the stone room, the remaining three chieftains in the stone room ceased to speak.
Just as he stepped out of the stone house, Amster felt the fortress vibrate slightly beneath his feet.
Boom, boom, boom ...
Hundreds of thousands of people marching made the ground shake slightly.
"Arriving so quickly, worthy of the Border Blood Lion-Carlos."
Amster ca to the edge of the city wall and looked down, with the help of the moonlight, he saw the army half a kiloter away.
In front of the army, a man riding a warhorse and wearing blood-colored armor caught Amster's attention.
"Is that...Carlos!?"
Amster shook his head a bit incredulously, and blinked, and after a dozen seconds of confirmation, he could be sure that it was the Border Blood Lion-Carlos.
"This guy, is he crazy ..."
Amster began to feel bad, he backtracked and rushed inside the stone house, the bull's horns on his head knocked a piece of obsidian off the door fra.
With a muffled thud, Amster rushed into the stone house, and the three chiefs inside the stone house froze.
"Amster, what are you ... doing?"
The Ice Cool Troll noticed that Amster's face was not right.
"The Imperial Army is killing us."
Amster's face twitched.
"Snort~"
The Goblin Inventor snorted, it was laughing at Amster's wretched appearance at this mont, it wasn't just the Imperial Army attacking, it was used to this kind of thing.
"Border Blood Lion-Carlos to take the lead."
"What!?"
The three chiefs stood up at the sa ti.
"This is not good."
"Is Carlos out of his mind, if he dies ..."
"Bullshit, the Border Blood Lion-Carlos himself is leading the charge, once the war starts, to what extent will the imperial soldiers' montum be galvanized?"
The four tribal side leaders all realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Frost, let's find a chance to get rid of him."
A white gas erupted from Amster's bull's nose.
"Good."
The Frost Troll stood up, in the Orc and Troll clans, only the strongest could serve as the leader, the strongest was the royal family, the royal family in both clans was not passed down from bloodline to bloodline, but rather the one who had the ability to do so.
"Count in, Carlos' strength is clear to everyone, besides, the Dark Elf Princess must be near him, it's rumored that those two guys have a thing."
The Mountain Dwarf King sneered.
"No, if you leave, who will command the defense of the Black Earth Fortress."
Amster flatly refused.
"Am I just for show? Sotis brains work better than muscles, and if the Dark Elf Princess is really near Carlos, then he's dead."
The Gno Inventor gave a wicked grin and seed to have won.
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