Caesar could think that what Gal said represented the idea of ​​the vast majority of orcs. They were full of anger towards humans and believed that these greedy little men had destroyed their gradually improved lives. Therefore, even though they suffered heavy losses now, the Stone Crow clan was unwilling to take a step back and gritted their teeth to fight the war.

It is worthy of their slang that the orcs' heads are indeed iron and harder than the skull of a thick-headed dragon.

However, if we really want to continue the battle according to Gal's words, the Stone Crow clan has no other way but to destroy it, so Caesar shook his head and did not respond, but instead asked the old wizard: "What do you mean?"

Although the Black Dragon already has the ability and status to command the Stone Clan, the real leader of the tribe is still SF after all. Even if he is just pretending, Caesar has to ask the old leader about his plans.

What's more, Caesar already had a heartfelt respect for the wizard who had taught his knowledge.

"I don't want the war to continue."

Sf glanced at Gal, who was not inconsistent, and shook his head decisively: "That army has the support of the northern countries, and we have nothing."

"We will get nothing to win this battle, and once the war fails, we will not be able to die, but no newborns in the tribe may survive."

Sf stared at Gal with his eyes full of reprimands: "The Stone Crow Clan will die because of your recklessness."

His words seemed to warn Gal, but in fact they were also looking at Caesar's attitude. The old wizard could see clearly that the Stone Crow Tribe was just a small clan, and there was no such thing as fighting to support war. As the war continued, the tribe would only gradually wither.

"I agree with you."

Caesar nodded. Although he could continue this war and bring him a Black Dream Trophy, the risks he took were far from proportional to his subsequent gains, and he was unwilling to do such a business.

There are no restrictions on Black Dreams, and the way to get rewards is not just a journey of war.

Before the wings are full, the black dragon must try its best to avoid risks and prioritize a safer method.

Despite the help of Black Dream, the cautious Caesar still wanted to build another team for himself. To be honest, he couldn't figure out the origin and origin of Black Dream, and was always worried that it would disappear one day.

Caesar must prepare for the future. If that happens one day, he does not want him to fall from the clouds to the dust in an instant.

The power in Ailadia belongs to another line that is completely different from Black Dream. Even if Black Dream is gone, it can still play a role.

This is also the reason why he has always attached great importance to these orcs. No matter what, Caesar hopes to give himself more choices and leave another way out.

There was another line in his mind. In the future, after he had a stable territory, Caesar planned to gather the goblin dwarves and spellcasters and study the technology of ascending magic in his territory.

By then, even if the Black Dream suddenly disappears, he will still have a considerable say in Eladia.

...

On the other side of the wilderness, Roy Brando was also planning and arrangement.

His army was completely stationed in the wilderness, and Roy had an extremely long supply line, backed by Kaki, and a steady stream of resources were being transported.

As long as there is enough time, the army will soon be able to regroup, as before.

"Sir, the forward soldiers discovered the traces of those despicable orcs, and they were hiding in the Trulu Basin in the north." The follower knight came up to report.

Trudeau Basin.

Roy fiddled with the Northland Hound that had just come from Kaji's tone, and the scene of the orcs luring his servants to suffer the curse of the Flame Demon.

"That's a good place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack." Thinking of the terrain of the Trudeau Basin, Roy sneered.

The war has come to an end for the moment. The lord army he led has suffered heavy losses. Only half of the private soldiers of the Brando family are left, and even the great wizard Anthony is destroyed in the hands of the black dragon.

It can be imagined that even if he could grab the fruit pulp recipe, catch the black dragon, and burn, kill and loot the orc clan, the benefits he gained were far from being able to make up for the losses brought by this war.

The most rational way now is to use force to threaten orcs to negotiate, renegotiate and distribute interests, and then withdraw troops and wait for the opportunity.

But once doing this, it means announcing his failure, cowardice and concession, Brando's glory is above everything else, Roy will never allow himself to humiliate the family emblem of the Lion, and he will inevitably continue the war.

And even his father, Earl of Brando, had to support this reason.

"Send a hundred people to go over and divide them into ten groups to follow them in turn. There is only one exit in the Trudeau Basin. You must watch them to death. I will never allow the situation before to happen again."

Roy ordered coldly, and anger did not mean impulse or recklessness. He did not lead the troops to attack again, but was suppressing and waiting for his ace.

The Green Dragon is coming soon.

"Wayne, go and inform Katus and ask him to come back with the zombies and the zombies." Roy said, but he had not seen anyone step forward to take the order for a long time, and the attendant in front of him was silent.

At this time, he remembered that Wayne was dead and died while leading the cavalry troops to pursue him. The guy was not strong at all and he was like a mentally retarded to fight to the death. As a result, he was smashed by the black dragon's tail and had no complete corpse to death.

Damn, this trash, really damn!

Roy clenched his fists, paused for a while, before continuing to speak: "Come on, let me tell the natives about the Black Dragon here, and spread it to the gnolls and the kowtows."

"But sir..."

The soldier hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had heard it wrong. Roy actually planned to let the news about the black dragon be known to the dog-headed clan and the gnoll clan. Those races are natural crops of dragons.

"I know that those miscellaneous people are born dragons, and just one piece of news about catching wind and shadow can make them flock to them."

Roy didn't look at the soldiers in front of him, and lowered his head to fiddle with the hound: "But I was afraid, worried that the black dragon would suddenly run away and disappear without a trace. At that time, we had no choice."

"It can be seen that the black dragon has few relatives, so it is very caring. It will definitely accept my gift."

His voice gradually became gritted: "I just want those miscellaneous people to surrender to the black dragon, strengthen its power, make it think it can have the strength to fight against us, and thus give up the idea of ​​leaving."

"Even if he is smart enough, he still wants to transfer, but it is easy to leave with a group of orcs. It is not that easy to leave with these chaotic miscellaneous creatures."

No matter what, the black dragon cannot be so good. Once Sylvia arrives, the miscellaneous people will definitely turn against the stronger ones at the last minute. The black dragon will give up what is eaten and the profits will be given back.

Roy's eyes were shining.
Chapter completed!