Galba Rao was a scheming man, and he broke into cold sweat at Lorraine's words. He grinned, laughed dryly, and then slowly lowered his head.
Lorraine looked at Galba who was standing in front of him in fear, and sneered in his heart. No matter which world you are in, there are many conspiracies and conspiracies, but in fact, it is nothing more than that.
Several types. As long as you jump out and analyze it carefully, you will find that those things are actually as simple as one plus one equals two.
He paused for a moment, and then said: "Why, if you don't say it, then I will say it for you.
Your old patriarch is dead, and the new patriarch is still a six or seven-year-old baby. However, Delino is powerful and famous, so he is naturally keen on the position of the patriarch, right?
I estimate that if you hadn't been worried about the loss of power and used excuses such as the laws of the ancestors to persuade the clan members to insist on establishing this child, the position of clan leader would have been his, right?
Now, do you want me to congratulate you first, Geerba Shaman? I have killed the biggest opposition force, Aquidanli, now you are the master of the matter. Yes, what a good plan~!"
Lorraine snorted, smiled contemptuously, and continued: "Everyone in the world thinks you orcs are stubborn and stubborn, but in my opinion, all of you are outstanding politicians. Treating you as fools is the real thing."
A fool. But..."
He suddenly leaned down, stared coldly into Galba's eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Sir, I am a real nobleman. You know that nobles always hate trouble the most, and I am no exception.
And guys like you who are overly shrewd, calculating this and that all day long, are always the ones who create the most trouble.
Normally, I kill them all before I can sleep soundly.
Now, I give you thirty minutes to convince me. You have to know that although I also want to conquer you, after what happened at the banquet, I suddenly feel that I want to kill you all and then take you.
Take your head to the Imperial Military Affairs Department to receive a reward."
Galba looked at the murderous intent in Lorraine's eyes, and immediately shuddered.
From Lorraine's tone, he knew that this lord was serious. As long as he didn't respond properly, he would really kill all his people, and then send troops to wipe out the clan members.
In this way, the old man can easily take advantage of the heads of people like himself.
Galba looked at Lorraine, sighed, then bent down, bowed humbly, and said: "Your Excellency, please forgive me.
Everything I do is for the survival of our tribe.
Delino's recklessness and irritability can only lead us to a dead end.
Although tribes disappear in the prairie every year, I don’t want it to be our Aquitan. Even if I betray myself, I still want my people to survive. Everything I have done is worthy of the heroic spirits of our ancestors.”
As he spoke, he pressed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply.
"Oh?" Lorraine chuckled and said sarcastically to Galba: "So you are quite noble."
Galba suddenly changed his subject and said, "Sir, do you understand the profession of shaman?"
Lorraine was suffocated and suddenly remembered something.
He scratched his head and murmured in retrospect: "I used to... I used to be very good. I practiced as a mage, as a thief, and stole vegetables in Happy Farm. I pretended to be a novice in Moore Manor, and I deceived children's mole beans.
.I have never played Shaman. I only know that you guys like to insert stakes into the ground."
Galba was confused by Lorraine and asked in confusion: "What did the Lord say?"
Lorraine woke up immediately.
Seeing Galba's strange eyes, he blushed, then coughed dryly, waved his hands and said: "It's nothing, I mean I don't understand shamans."
Galba stood up straight and said solemnly: "Shaman is the collective name for wise men in our grassland. Shaman comes from talent and is the highest honor bestowed on us by our ancestors."
Lorraine curled her lips, looked bored, knocked on the table hard, and shouted: "To put it bluntly, I go to church for these things, and I can listen to eight chapters for a copper."
Galba smiled bitterly and said: "Every shaman has different talents, and I..."
Galba said, pointing to himself, and proudly said: "He is a soul prophet."
Lorraine tilted her head and looked at him and said, "Is it great?"
Galba saw that Lorraine was interested, and he was secretly relieved. He was afraid that if Lorraine was unhappy, he would push them out and chop them down.
Galba said patiently: "The soul shaman can see through the soul of life and see through all appearances the origin of human beings.
No matter whether they are upright, cunning, kind or evil, they cannot hide from the eyes of the soul shaman.
A prophet has the ability to predict the future."
Lorraine seemed to have heard some anecdotes from the book. She laughed and said: "This is interesting. This kind of skill is good. If someone does business with you, you can tell with just one look in your eyes whether the other person is good or not."
What a trap. However, even if you are a prophet who can see through people, how did you, Aquitan, end up like this?"
But he secretly thought: If you really have this ability, it would be great, Leo must like you.
Galba watched Lorraine sneer at him without getting angry, and said calmly: "Maybe you don't believe us savages on the grassland, but I know that human shamans also have the same ability."
Lorraine thought for a moment and realized that Galba was talking about human priests or priests. High-level priests indeed have this ability.
Hilmeria frequently used spells such as "Zhen Yan" to torment Lorraine.
Hunched under a quilt and asking Lorraine, "Am I pretty?" "Do you love me?" "Will you dislike me when I get old?" "Me and Adele are more beautiful than that one" and so on, which made everyone
A man's problem comes back to life every time.
Lorraine said: "Okay, prove it to me."
Then he looked at Galba jokingly and sneered: "Can you predict whether I will kill you?"
Galba smiled bitterly and said: "Sir Governor, it's not that simple. The prophet accepts the guidance of the ancestor's soul and can only feel the vague future.
The soul shaman needs to prepare for several days each time he casts a spell, and he cannot be disturbed while casting.
After the catastrophe, the spirits of the first ancestors guided me north. You may kill me, but we Aquitaine will survive."
Lorraine laughed loudly and said: "I just want to keep you and kill all the people in your tribe. I am not afraid to tell you that I have two legions that have been deployed to the border. As long as I give the order, I can kill all the people in your tribe."
I will kill you all within one day. Do you want to take a gamble? If you lose, I will kill you. If you win, I will let you go."
Galba smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty Governor, it can't be that simple. The soul shaman has to prepare for several days every time he casts a spell, and he cannot be disturbed while casting."
Lorraine snorted and said: "Okay, don't be pretentious. If you really have this ability, don't say you haven't peeked at me. If you don't know how to do it, I will kill you now."
Just like no one likes their wives to take a lie detector test and ask if they are having mistresses outside, soul shamans spying on other people's souls is also taboo on the grasslands. Even if they do it secretly, if someone finds out, they will be killed.
Galba hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said: "I have offended you, sir. Your soul, Lord Governor..."
As he spoke, Galba narrowed his eyes and looked at Lorraine carefully. Seeing that Lorraine's expression was not angry, but rather interested, he continued: "Your soul is the strongest I have ever seen."
Big one. I see freedom and spirituality in you, and...and..."
Lorraine muttered impatiently: "What else?"
Galba swallowed and said bravely: "There is also the breath of the dragon."
After speaking, Galba spread his hands and looked at Lorraine helplessly, meaning, "This is what you asked me to say."
Lorraine was shocked, but then calmed down.
He looked at the wrinkled old man and thought to himself: Is this old guy really upright? There is indeed a soul contract between him and Vera, and even Catherine and the others don't know about it.
Lorraine suppressed the shock in her heart, then forced a smile and said softly: "Yes, I do know a blue dragon. But many people know this. Some people also say that there is a dragon's lair under my castle."
Galba looked at Lorraine with a half-smile, then lowered his head and said respectfully: "Whether what I said is right or wrong, you can judge for yourself."
The Imperial Guards soldiers in the house were shocked. They have heard a lot of rumors all along.
Legend has it that the Count of Lorraine somehow got lucky and met a powerful blue dragon, which made him rich.
Carter often boasted in front of these guards about how he cooperated with the Blue Dragon to defeat the annoying bunch of gays in the Holy See.
And when Leo was happy, he also told everyone that he was once caught in the claws of a dragon and flew by.
At first, everyone thought that these things were old tricks of the Imperial Propaganda Department, but now it seems that they are actually true.
When everyone looked at Lorraine, their eyes were a little different. From a pretty boy who was just lucky enough to be a literary young man with a little bit of ability, he turned into a pretty boy who was just lucky enough to be a literary young man and had some abilities.
Some of the bright-minded guys among the guards began to imagine that, just like those manuscripts being sold together, our governor was some kind of big shot from the dragon clan who came to the world to play harem games.
Lorraine suddenly felt something in her heart and asked: "Since you have this ability, how can you tell me about those people with special souls that you have met?"
Galba recalled it and said: "Our old patriarch is very loyal, but ambitious and wise."
Lorraine smiled and said: "Come on, you are so smart that you will kill yourself?"
"Otherwise." Galba shook his head and said, "If it weren't for Vechin and Torek, we Aquitan people would one day be able to unify the entire grassland."
Lorraine secretly thought: Unify the grassland? Are we dead? When the threat is great enough, someone will naturally come to destroy you.
Then he asked: "You keep talking about that Vechin and Tolek, who is nothing?"
Galba blurted out: "He is a devil. His soul is twisted and incomplete. In my opinion, he must have sold his soul to the devil."
Galba became more and more excited, waving his hands and loudly saying: "He not only worships evil gods, but also takes away other people's souls. Isn't he a devil or something!"
Lorraine curled his lips. He valued the black shaman of the Duerqi people very much. He could turn people into zombies. This was originally the specialty of the necromancers. If what these orcs said was true, then
It's really a big trouble. Lorraine is preparing to send the goblin Sha Jin out to collect intelligence.
"Okay, the bullshit is over, let's talk about the business now, shall we?" Lorraine said: "I don't care whether you are a prophet who can see ghosts or a voyeuristic soul shaman."
Galba grinned and looked at Lorraine aggrievedly.
Lorraine had a straight face, looked at Galba seriously and said: "Since the ghosts of your ancestors told you that you Aquitaine people are useful to us, I want to know, what use are you to us?
Don't talk nonsense about helping us fight against the orcs. If the Durchi really lead hundreds of thousands of people northward, leaving you at the border will only be a disaster."
Galba remained motionless, looked at Lorraine, and said: "I don't doubt your determination to eliminate us. In fact, from the beginning, I saw the violent emotions in your soul.
However, I have an offer you can't refuse."
Galba lost Lorraine's appetite and said resolutely: "We Aquitaine will accept all your conditions. And..."
Shockingly, he said: "We will help you conquer the prairie."
Lorraine staggered and almost fell off the chair. Even though Lorraine had always been calm, she jumped up at this time, put her hands on the table, leaned out her upper body, stared at Galba and said: "What do you mean?
What?"
Galba bowed and said calmly: "We will help you conquer the entire prairie."
Lorraine was stunned for a moment,
I remember when Ding Li was working in Shanghai, he was a great man wearing a suit and a white scarf, walking around and making noises. His highest dream was just to empty all the poop buckets in Shanghai.
And now, conquering the entire grassland...
It is a plain dozens of times larger than Naian. There are millions of orcs living there. The land there is fertile and there are many creatures. As long as you conquer it, no, occupy half of the land there, or even a quarter, it will be enough.
The old gangsters in the Senate felt as if they had taken three kilograms of Viagra, and their brains were filled with excitement.
And if Lorraine marries four more Catherines and Adele, the bride price will be enough.
Immediately, Lorraine stopped laughing again, sat back on the chair, shook his head and said: "This is impossible. Just the one or two thousand warriors of Aquitaine? Even a hundred times more will not be enough."
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was so awesome. With the help of the whole country, he only drove out the Huns, but did not conquer the prairie.
Lorraine does not have such powerful resources, and the Ruman Empire will not support his attack on the grassland. Naian's own strength alone will not be enough to support a full-scale war even if Naian's safety is drained.
Galbayou said to himself: "Sir, do you know about the grassland?"
Lorraine shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know, your place is almost like hell when it comes to humans."
Galba said: "We understand. Others only see us orcs as aggressive and cruel, but they don't know that all this is just for survival.
And we half-orcs have only known about competing for prey, pasture, and women for a thousand years, but we have never thought of changing our way of life."
Lorraine tilted her head and said, "Go on."
Galba sighed and said: "We have never thought about cultivating the land and obtaining food like humans. Orcs think that farming is an act of cowards and cowards, and would rather use force to rob.
It's ridiculous that we always praise our bravery, but we have never defeated the humans who cultivate the land. As long as you open up the land, introduce farming to the grassland, and conquer it, it will no longer be difficult."
The nomads who have settled down are no longer fearful nomads, and they will even eagerly voluntarily integrate into the farming civilization.
This kind of thing has happened countless times on the border of northern China over the past two thousand years, among the nomads who have integrated into the blood of the Central Plains ethnic groups, from the Huns to the Manchus.
As far as Lorraine knew, those elves and dwarves who once hid in the ravines and jungles, as long as they picked up hoes, sowed seeds, and paid taxes, they all thought that they were pure Ruman Empire people, and they dared to surround them with confidence.
He walked to the Governor's Palace and called himself a taxpayer.
This is easy to understand. No matter how risky farming is, it is much better than hunting. If you can't catch prey, you will be hungry or full. In most cases, there is no relationship between the prey and the hunter.
It's easy to reverse roles.
Thinking of this, Lorraine sighed in her heart: The prospects are very good. But...
"It's not that easy." Lorraine shook his head and said, "Is it possible to let the orcs change their living habits for a thousand years?"
"Sir." Galba talked eloquently and said: "Human beings only know that we half-orcs are barbaric, but they don't know that we half-orcs have another habit, that is, we half-orcs are accustomed to surrendering to the strong.
We Aquitaine are strong, and the surrounding orcs submit to us Aquitaine.
The Dulci were powerful, and the orcs surrendered to the Dulci.
As long as you become stronger on the grassland, my lord, the orcs will surrender under your feet.
Moreover, there are us Aquitan people. As long as you allow us Aquitan people to open up farmland on the border, within two years, the entire border of a hundred miles will be your territory. Within five years, you can expand the territory by three hundred miles.
Within ten years, your boundary monument will be placed on Xingxing Lake.
The most important thing is that you are still young. In ten, twenty, or even thirty years, under your leadership, is it really difficult to conquer the prairie?"
Lorraine couldn't help laughing and said: "Gelba, you are a shaman, but you look like an old fox to me, but you have painted a big cake for me."