Chapter 782

At the top of Black Earth Fortress, inside a house piled up with obsidian.

The area of the stone house was about a hundred square meters. A round stone table was placed in the center, and a ball of fire burned in the center of the stone table, the firelight reflecting the stone house somewhat dimly.

At this time, the stone house was full of orcs, dwarves, goblins, and a few trolls. These people were either standing or sitting, noisy and clamorous. The hot-tempered dwarves roared from time to time, and the orcs were not to be outdone, roaring with their loud voices. This was the meeting of the tribal side.

Bang, bang, bang!

A troll about four meters tall slapped the stone table, wanting the dwarves and orcs to stop arguing.

Sitting around the stone table were several leaders of the Black Earth War Zone, respectively a strong-bodied bull-headed man, a mountain dwarf king, a goblin inventor, and the troll who was slapping the table. This was a frost troll, a rare spellcaster among trolls.

These four were the supreme commanders of Black Earth Fortress. There was no distinction between superior and subordinate among them. If there was an important decision, it needed to be discussed in a meeting.

Behind these four, there were their respective clansmen. Those who could enter this stone house were all high-level members of the tribal army.

As the frost troll slapped the stone table, the stone house became a bit more peaceful.

"Silence!"

The frost troll was clearly already furious. In his view, except for the troll clan in the stone house, the others were all a rabble.

"Hmph."

The mountain dwarf king in the neighboring seat snorted coldly. His thoughts were the same; except for the dwarves, the other races in the stone house were trash.

"We must be united. Not being united enough is the main reason we have been unable to defeat the Imperial scum."

The leader of the Black Earth War Zone of the orc clan, the minotaur Amust, sighed. Although he looked rough, his temper was the best among the four present.

"Yes, must be united."

A thin voice came. A goblin inventor wearing a golden crown and at least twenty rings on his ten fingers spoke. These rings were not decorations; all his skills were on them.

The goblin clan belonged to the fence-sitters. They wouldn't take the initiative to propose; whichever side had more people, they would lean toward that side.

"The Imperial army is about to attack. Everyone heard that shouting. In the previous battle, the orc clan suffered heavy casualties. Therefore, this battle cannot be led by the orc clan again."

The frost troll nodded to the minotaur Amust. Amust's heart warmed, and he silently remembered this friendship from the frost troll.

"They won't lead the charge? Then who goes? Dwarves? Their numbers are large."

The goblin inventor found that the situation was not right and hurriedly shifted the blame to the dwarf clan.

"Fart your pig-stinking fart! If our dwarves suffer large-scale casualties, will you fight with wooden sticks?"

The hot-tempered dwarf king slapped the table and glared.

"If you don't go, do we goblins go..."

"Good idea."

"That's right."

"I agree with this opinion."

Before the goblin inventor finished speaking, the other three looked at it. The style of the dwarf clan was truly too hateful. In past battles, they were always hiding at the very back.

"Impossible."

The goblin inventor flatly refused. Using the orc clan as cannon fodder had almost become a tradition.

"The enemy is about to attack, and we can't even choose a vanguard. Alas."

The frost troll sighed long. This was why the tribal army was more than three times the size of the Imperial army, yet it had always lived on the edge of the continent.

This was also something that couldn't be helped. There were originally conflicts between the various races of the tribal side. Even if they allied due to the pressure of the Empire and the harsh living environment, they couldn't choose a great leader unless that great leader was a four-race hybrid; only then was there a glimmer of possibility.

And it was difficult for the royal families of the various tribal races to intermarry. Imagine what the prospect of a female goblin marrying a troll would be like on the wedding night. 'One step to the stomach' was no exaggeration. That wasn't intermarriage; that was murder.

There were cases of intermarriage among the orcs, goblins, and dwarves, and they produced good offspring, but the troll aspect had always been a difficult hurdle that couldn't be overcome.

Moreover, even if a four-race hybrid was born, the subsequent troubles would be endless. Therefore, the tribal side directly adopted a parliamentary system.

The benefit of the parliamentary system was to reduce the conflicts between the various races, and each race had power in its hands. The downside was that deciding on one thing was too troublesome, such as which race should be the vanguard for defending Black Earth Fortress now.

"The situation is urgent. Let our troll clan serve as the vanguard."

"No."

The goblin inventor was the first to object.

"Frost, do you want your clan to be exterminated?"

The dwarf king put away his hot temper. The fertility of the troll clan was not strong to begin with. If the troll clan suffered heavy casualties, it would be a serious blow to the tribe.

"There is no other way..."

"We orcs will serve as the vanguard."

The minotaur Amust stood up, his figure somewhat lonely. He looked around at the three people present.

"Compatriots, when we unite, that will be the day of the destruction of the Imperial scum. Before that, we can only shrink in Chimney Mountain."

Amust got up and walked out, bowing his head to avoid the door frame as he walked out of the stone house. The other three leaders in the stone house no longer spoke.

Just as he walked out of the stone house, Amust felt the fortress under his feet vibrating slightly.

Boom, boom, boom...

Hundreds of thousands of people marching made the ground vibrate slightly.

"Arrived so soon, worthy of being the Border Blood Lion Carlos."

Amust came to the edge of the city wall and looked down. With the help of the moonlight, he saw the army half a kilometer away.

In front of the army, a man riding a warhorse and wearing blood-colored armor caught Amust's attention.

"That is... Carlos!?"

Amust shook his head somewhat unbelievably and blinked his eyes. After confirming for more than ten seconds, he could be certain that it was the Border Blood Lion Carlos.

"This guy, is he crazy..."

Amust began to feel that things were not good, very not good. He turned around and rushed into the stone house, the bull horns on his head knocking a piece off the obsidian door frame.

With a muffled bang, Amust rushed into the stone house. The three leaders in the stone house were startled.

"Amust, what is this..."

The frost troll sensed that Amust's complexion was wrong.

"The Imperial army is killing its way here."

Amust's face was twitching.

"Ssh~"

The goblin inventor sneered. It was laughing at Amust's embarrassed appearance at this time. Isn't it just the Imperial army attacking? It was already accustomed to this kind of thing.

"Border Blood Lion Carlos is leading the charge."

"What!?"

The three leaders stood up at the same time.

"This is not good."

"Did Carlos get water in his brain? If he dies..."

"Bullshit, Border Blood Lion Carlos is personally leading the charge. Once the war starts, to what extent will the momentum of the Imperial soldiers be aroused?"

The four leaders of the tribal side all realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Frost, let's find an opportunity to get rid of him."

A puff of white air sprayed from Amust's bull nose.

"Good."

The frost troll stood up. Among the orc clan and the troll clan, only the strong could serve as leaders. The strong were the royal family. The royal family in the two clans was not passed down by blood, but by those who were capable.

"Count me in. Everyone knows Carlos's strength. Moreover, the Night Elf Princess must be near him. It is said that those two have an affair."

The mountain dwarf king sneered.

"No, if you leave, who will command the defense of Black Earth Fortress?"

Amust flatly refused.

"Am I just a decoration? Sometimes the brain is more useful than muscles. If the Night Elf Princess is really near Carlos, then he is dead."

The goblin inventor gave a lewd smile, as if victory was already in his grasp.