This year's summer in Morronto is a rainy summer. Walking through the Imperial Avenue, you can see crops growing well everywhere, which is a very pleasing landscape, but now it is a mess.

On the third day after Morendo was captured, under the command of the leader Holt, the Breeze Tribe concentrated the urban population, grain and iron tools within a radius of 100 miles to Morendo. The unripe crops in various places were also forcibly harvested, and those that could not be harvested were directly burned by fire.

At this time, we came along the avenue, and all we could see was a scorched earth. The Moronto Mountains, which had been prosperous for hundreds of years, were destroyed in terrible ways because of an invasion. War is always so destructive.

At this time, in the city of Morendo, the newly captured people had not had time to get rid of their homes and their relatives' grief and anger after they were beaten by these vicious orcs day and night to thicken the city wall with rammed earth!

Because of its special terrain, Morendo is a famous pass in the south, but it does not have so much defense against the walls of the empire. The walls are far less majestic and solid than the passes. They are almost just symbolic and decorative walls.

Such a city wall may not withstand the fireball of those arcane mages

In order to be able to stand firm before the support arrives, Holt personally visited the site to supervise the project. In order to improve efficiency, he even endorsed those newly captured humans, as long as they could complete the project within two days, they would be given freedom and allowed to take away a captured child!

The beast tribe does not kill children is a rule on the grassland. For countless years, even if he hates humans, this rule has never been broken. At least among the minstrels, the beast tribes of these large tribes still adhere to this principle.

So these desperate humans rekindled their hopes, working hard day and night for survival, freedom, and for their own children who may still be alive!

The Chief's promise made many orcs puzzled the tribe. Orcs pay attention to glory, especially those of the clan leader like Holt. The words he said were worth a thousand gold. Even if he faced the enemy, he could not regret it if he said this!

"Don't care about these small things." Facing the doubts of his subordinates Holt smiled: "Compared with the great thing that can protect Morronto, these lowly humans have nothing to do with life or death. Giving them hope can make them work hard. What we need to fight for most now is time, rather than worrying about these inferior temporary freedoms."

After pausing, he said to the shaman in the tribe next to him: "I just received a message from the falcon that had sneaked into Codoville. There seems to be no movement on the human side. According to the normal marching speed of humans, it will take at least five days to get here from Codoville. It has been three days since we captured Morronto, and their troops have not set off yet? This efficiency seems to be slower than imagined!"

"This is normal, respected chief!" The old shaman looked at the young chief and showed a gentle smile and explained carefully: "Humans rely too much on magic. The communication depends entirely on their so-called arcane crystal. They have completely lost the means of taming birds and sending messages. The energy storm directly affected the energy magnetic field of most southern provinces, leaving their magic without any use. The news of Morendo's capture was not spread immediately. This can be known from the fact that the subordinates captured the surrounding towns and those humans were completely unprepared."

"That means that those humans are still kept in the dark now?" Holt raised his thick eyebrows slightly.

"That's not enough," the old priest shook his head: "This operation was too hasty. We did not have enough troops to kill all the human knights in Morendo. Many knights broke through and fled. Although the wolf cavalry tracked behind chased many of them from the Imperial Avenue, there were obviously some people who successfully escaped."

"Well," Holt nodded when he heard this, but then said, "It's indeed two days later to rely on people to send messages, but Codoville has not yet sent troops, which seems a little quiet." Thinking of this, he paused and said, "Is there a problem with the arcane barrier in Codoville, so he dare not act rashly?"

Seeing this, the old priest nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "The chief is wise. The humans in this southern province are different from those in the north. Because of the existence of Moronto, they have been comfortable for too long. This is also the main reason why we can conquer Moronto so easily. The people here have no sense of war at all, and even become the rear of some human knights for retirement. In this atmosphere, the lord of Codoville naturally dared not act rashly in the absence of information. I am afraid that at this time, they are still afraid that they will not have time to attack and arrange their defenses. If they want to send troops, they must wait for the imperial capital to send troops to support!"

"Coman, you're right!" Holt nodded in agreement: "I deserve to be a knowledgeable old priest."

"The Chief is too good," the old priest smiled and was not proud. As an old man in the tribe, his seniority was even higher than the previous chief. Although this chief was wiser than the generations of chiefs he had seen, this did not mean that he would be complacent for such a compliment that could almost be considered his grandson's generation.

"Old priest, are you saying that the barrier of Codoville has also expired?" A burly orc with a dazzling scar on his face interrupted and heard this, "Then why don't we just take down the place, right?"

When many orcs heard this, they showed a hot look. It was too smooth to take Moronto, which made them realize how vulnerable these humans were without magical assistance. At this time, as their self-confidence expanded, they immediately became moved when they heard this proposal.

The old priest frowned when he saw this, but before he could speak, he saw the chief next to him scolding: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Our troops are all unexpectedly defeated by taking Morronto. Codoville is a city that is twice as large as Morronto. It is not so easy to win with defense? Even without magical assistance, our current troops cannot be shaken. Too much is as bad as too much. Are you kidding about the fate of our clan? Mondo!"

The scar orc named Mengdo was scolded by the chief, and his face was tilted as if he had been poured into a basin of cold water. He murmured dissatisfiedly: At that time, everyone thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Now I say to fight for a wave and you said, "You said, I took risks with the fate of the whole clan." You big guys are really everything you say.

"You stupid guy!" Holt was not angry because the other party was dissatisfied with complaints. He glared at him with a funny look, and then asked the old priest modestly: "Sir, what do you think we should do next?"

The old priest looked at the other party with satisfaction, and everyone said that the chief of the Flying Tribe was the most wise chief. After this action, he agreed with this sentence. The other party could attack Moronto decisively and decisively and make a calm judgment when he won a huge victory. With such a chief in the Flying Tribe, it is really necessary to prosper!

"The Chief's judgment is very wise. Now we should concentrate resources and focus on defense. We wait for the support of other tribes in the rear to decide the next step. However, what I care more about is the mysterious tribal force mentioned by the Chief's previous." The old priest said with a serious face: "At this moment, there can be no trouble. Although it means that the beast tribe on the surface must watch over each other when fighting against humans, the agreement is agreed, and sometimes I am afraid that some people will make any secret moves!"

"Well" Holt nodded seriously when he heard this topic: "I have ordered the people to step up their precautions. After this matter, I will definitely investigate the mouse hiding in the dark to know that the fish in our Rain Tribe is not so easy to touch!!"—

Xiye naturally couldn't feel the anger from a hundred miles away, and he didn't even have telepathy for sneezing. Of course, even if he knew that there was such a character, he wouldn't take it too seriously. Just kidding, would the dragon care about the roar of the ant?

Cough cough Although this dragon can only develop in the dark now

"Boss, I'm back!" Yu Nu Wugu walked into the lord's room with a look of lack of energy.

"Just come back!" Xiye said with a smile: "The people on the d-ball side are not making things difficult for you, right?"

"No" Yu Nu Wugua shook her head: "I was arrested for testing for several days. If I couldn't find any problem, I would naturally release me. Our country's government is still very reasonable. If I had known that your genes were encrypted, I wouldn't have tried so hard."

"You didn't ask at first, right?" Xiye smiled: "I have a task for you."

"What are the benefits?" Yu Nu Wugua said with a refreshed spirit.

Xiye's lips curled under the helmet: "You ask for good things before you can do anything? Are all the workers who work there so arrogantly?"

"Won't this be my current boss?" Yu Nu Wugua said cutely: "I heard that many people at the base have become landlords, and the Lun family also wants local owners."

"If you want to do this, you have everything you want!" Xiye waved his hand.

"What's the big deal?" Yu Nu Wugua said obediently immediately.
Chapter completed!