Angureo I frowned slightly and looked at Faulkner, the prime minister of the fox tribe who stood still, like a doll, without saying a word, with his eyes as if he was like a knife, almost stabbing Faulkner.

Seeing that he could not hide, Faulkner sighed slowly, walked to the center of the hall, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, I don't think we should send troops now."

The general of the Leopard Human race changed his face and shouted sternly: "Faurkner, what do you mean, you coward? Could it be that the 40,000 warriors in our orc empire die in vain!"

The generals of the Orc Empire also glared at Faulkner one by one.

Although Faulkner is the prime minister of the Orc Empire, he is not strong and only has a knight-level cultivation level. Therefore, in the Orc Empire where the strong are respected, the strong men of the military look down on Faulkner, the prime minister of the fox tribe.

Faulkner, the prime minister of the Orc Empire, was not as powerful as the prime minister of the human race. He called for the wind and rain, and even some powerful prime ministers could control the government.

If the Orc Empire had not had the tradition of the fox tribe as prime minister and the strong promotion of Angureo I, Faulkner would not be able to take up the position of prime minister at all.

Faulkner said lightly: "We have a poor grain harvest this year. And the grain that was supposed to be smuggled into our country has been purchased by a miracle city built by Ian, a human mage in the Red Earth Wasteland. In addition, Ahriman's loss of frozen rock city caused a large amount of food to be burned. Unless strategic reserves are used, or major tribes are asked to donate some more food, we do not have enough food to fight a war. General Tiger, are you going to let our soldiers hungry and enter the Red Earth Wasteland to fight those orcs?"

Tiger couldn't help but be surprised: "Is our food so nervous?"

The orc generals also fell silent one by one. They were all born in the orc empire, all of them were large and small. The harvest cost this year would be bad. If the tribes continue to contribute food, it would undoubtedly force the elderly and weak tribes to death.

Faulkner said lightly: "And the geographical location of the Red Earth Wasteland determines that it is an easy-to-defense and difficult-to-attack place. Once you fail, it is a luxury to come back alive from there."

The orc generals also showed ugly expressions on their faces.

The red soil wasteland was short of water, drought and rain, and there was no food. More than 99% of the 20,000 tribe coalition forces killed by Yang Feng were directly thirsty and starved to death in the red soil wasteland. Even the orcs who came back alive had a gloomy face and murderous intent, and no one dared to ask how they came back alive.

Tiger asked with some annoyance: "Then the 40,000 warriors in our orc empire will die in vain!"

Faulkner said lightly: "General Tiger, if you can have a way to solve the two questions I just raised, then I agree with your opinion and should send troops immediately to eliminate those orcs."

Tiger snorted coldly and said coldly: "The food and grass matter is the matter of you civil servants! If we ask us to solve it, what else do you civil servants do?"

The generals of the Orc Empire shouted, "That's right, the problem of food and grass is originally the problem of your civil servants, and you should solve it."

The Orc Empire advocates force, and the strong are respected. Many generals look down on those civil servants very much.

Faulkner said lightly unmoved: "Sorry, I have limited ability. I can only do this. If I don't have the levy like the major departments, I really can't create food and grass."

Tiger said nonsensely: "I don't care. Since you are the prime minister, you have to come up with a solution. We 40,000 soldiers cannot die in vain!"

The generals of the Orc Empire also supported Tiger, and the civil servants supported Faulkner. The people on both sides quarreled in the hall.

The orc empire is the most respected, and the commanding generals are the objects of envy. As for civil servants, they are suppressed by military officers. Under Faulkner's leadership, those civil servants have a little better life, so they are naturally unwilling to give in.

A short-sized minister of the human race walked to the center of the hall and suggested: "Your Majesty, how about asking the Martial Saint of the Empire to take action? Just invite a Martial Saint to kill the leading powerful people among the orcs, such as Caesar. The power of the orcs will naturally be destroyed without any attack. We can also take advantage of their chaos to make a promise to divide and disintegrate them and then annihilate these rebellions in one fell swoop."

Faulkner raised his brows and remained silent.

A joy flashed in Tiger's eyes and praised loudly: "Okay! Please ask the Martial Saint who is worshipped by the Empire to take action, and you will definitely be able to kill those rebels!"

The other Orc Empire generals also spoke out to suit.

The Martial Saint is a peerless master who has cultivated to the legendary level in the Orc Empire. Each Martial Saint is extremely powerful and has the terrifying strength to be at the head of the general among the troops.

Angureo I glanced at Faulkner, frowned slightly, and his eyes swept past the orc generals such as Tiger, and then fell on a middle-aged man with a pair of tiger ears and a tiger tail wrapped around his waist. He was powerful without anger and full of kingly aura.

The middle-aged man from the Tiger Man is Kemetson, the current patriarch of the Tiger Man. He is also Angureo's strongest competitor back then. Angureo finally defeated Kemetson and finally ascended the throne. Even so, Kemetson is also the most powerful prince of the Orc Empire.

Angureo I said indifferently: "Since that's the case, please ask Lord Wu Sheng Lei Claw to go to the Red Earth Wasteland to destroy those bastards."

The court passed this order without any objection.

After going down the court, Angureo I summoned Faulkner directly in the imperial study.

Angureo I asked directly: "Faurkner, you are facing up today, what are your concerns?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Faulkner said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I am thinking that since Caesar can defeat His Highness Prince Lawrence and wipe out all the 40,000 elites in our Orc Empire, it is definitely not a simple person. Master Thunder Claw may not be able to kill this mysterious Caesar. However, it is indeed what General Tiger said, if the orcs are allowed to grow, it will definitely be a huge threat to our clan."

Angureo I was silent for a while, and suddenly whispered: "Can the orcs become our compatriots?"

Faulkner's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, you must not mention this in front of others. The orc slave is one of the cornerstones of our orc empire. Once you show a little intention, that person will never miss this opportunity."

In the Orc Empire, there are half-orc slaves. Almost many families have half-orc slaves. The entire orc class is enjoying the benefits of half-orc slaves. Even if Angureo has a high status in the orc empire, once he encounters this crater, he may be directly overturned and blown to pieces.

Angureo I was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and the light flashed in his eyes, without any confusion, full of domineeringness: "I understand! All the existences that threaten our clan will be eliminated. Since Caesar is extremely mysterious, then send Thunder Claw, Badao, King Kong, and these three martial saints to join forces to the Red Earth Wasteland. The three martial saints join forces, even if Caesar is still a martial saint, there is only one way to die."

Faulkner smiled with relief and said, "Your Majesty is wise!"

In the orc empire, under a huge waterfall, there was a man with blond hair, extremely strong muscles, extremely burly, with a pair of lion ears and a lion tail wrapped around his waist.

Suddenly, the blonde lion man opened his eyes instantly, and a loud roar, countless lightnings surrounded his body and punched the waterfall.

boom!

The waterfall as high as a hundred meters high surrounded by lightning, and instantly flowed backwards. Countless water splashes rolled back under the extremely powerful force, revealing the rock wall.

Five seconds later, the countercurrent waterfall fell with a bang.

A fighting spirit burst out from the blonde lion man, forming a fighting spirit shield. The countercurrent waterfall hit the fighting spirit shield and was bounced away one after another.

A strong man from the Lion tribe quickly came to Lei Claw, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Master Lei Claw, Your Majesty has an order. Please go to the Red Earth Wasteland with Badao and King Kong to kill the rebellious Caesar who organized the orcs and the senior officials of the orcs."

The Martial Saint is a legendary-level strongman. The legendary-level strongman is already the strongest among many planes and is almost unbound. However, it is different in the Feisuo plane.

In the Feso plane, in addition to the high gods, even legendary-level powerful people will basically be controlled by powerful empires. Of course, every powerful empire will worship those legendary-level powerful people and give them special status. Only at certain critical moments will people ask them to take action.

However, some legendary-level strong men will become thugs of a powerful force for power and wealth. After all, even legendary-level strong men may not be able to withstand their temptation.

Thunder Claw is one of the legendary powerhouses worshipped by the Orc Empire. He has a certain degree of freedom, and of course his power is naturally not as good as those legendary powerhouses who completely defect to the Orc Empire.

Lei Claw frowned slightly and asked continuously: "Caesar! Who is he? Why haven't I heard of him? Is he a legendary powerhouse born in the human race? What is his profession?"
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