At the top of the Black Earth Fortress, inside a house made of obsidian.
The stone house covers an area of about a hundred square meters. A round stone table is placed in the center. A flame burns in the center of the stone table, and the firelight illuminates the stone house dimly.
At this time, the stone house was full of orcs, dwarves, goblins, and several trolls. These people were standing or sitting, making noisy noises. The hot-tempered dwarves roared from time to time, and the orcs were not to be outdone, roaring with loud voices.
What, this is a tribal meeting.
Bang, bang, bang!
A troll about four meters tall slapped the stone table, trying to stop the dwarves and orcs from quarreling.
Sitting around the stone table were several leaders of the Black Earth War Zone, including a strong ox-man head, a mountain dwarf king, a goblin inventor, and the troll who was slapping the table. This was a frost giant.
Demon, a rare spellcaster among trolls.
These four are the top commanders of the Black Earth Fortress. There is no distinction between superiors and subordinates among them. If there are important decisions, they need to be discussed in meetings.
Behind these four, there are also their respective tribesmen. Those who can enter this stone house are the top leaders of the tribal army.
As the frost troll slapped the stone table, the stone house became peaceful.
"quiet!"
The frost troll was obviously furious. In his view, except for the trolls, everyone else in the stone house was a mob.
"snort."
The mountain dwarf king sitting next to him snorted. He had the same idea. Except for the dwarves, all other races in the stone house were useless.
"We need to be united. Lack of unity is the main reason why we have been unable to fight the Empire."
The leader of the Black Earth War Zone of the Orcs, the Tauren Amster sighed. Although he looked rough, he had the best temper among the four present.
"Yes, we must unite."
A high-pitched voice came, and a goblin inventor wearing a golden crown and at least twenty rings on his ten fingers spoke. These rings were not decorations, all his abilities were on them.
The goblins are just outsiders, they will not take the initiative to suggest whichever side has more people, they will prefer that side.
"The Imperial Army is about to attack. You all heard the cry. In the previous station, the Orcs suffered heavy casualties. Therefore, the Orcs can no longer take the lead in this battle."
The frost troll nodded to the tauren Amster, and Amster felt warm in his heart, silently remembering the friendship between the ice trolls.
"They won't take the lead? Then who will? The dwarves? There are more of them."
The goblin inventor realized something was wrong and quickly passed the blame to the dwarves.
"Fuck you! If we dwarves suffer large-scale casualties, will you use wooden sticks to fight?"
The hot-tempered dwarf king slapped the table and glared.
"If you don't go up, why don't we goblins do it..."
"good idea."
"That's right."
"I agree with this opinion."
Before the goblin inventor finished speaking, the other three all looked at him. The dwarves' style was really hated by others. In previous battles, they always hid at the back.
"impossible."
The goblin inventor flatly refused, and it became almost a tradition to use the orcs as cannon fodder.
"The enemy is coming soon, and we can't even choose a forward, hey."
The frost troll sighed. This is why the tribal army is more than three times the number of the imperial army, but it has been living on the edge of the continent.
There is nothing that can be done about it. There are already conflicts among the various races on the tribe. Even under the pressure of the empire and the poor living environment, the alliance cannot choose a big leader unless the big leader is a mixed race of the four races. In this case
There is only a glimmer of possibility.
Then it is difficult for the royal families of the tribes to intermarry. Imagine what it would be like if a female goblin married a troll and the wedding ceremony would be full of flowers and candles. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is not intermarriage, that is murder.
The orcs, goblins, and dwarves all intermarry and produce good offspring, but the trolls have always been an insurmountable obstacle.
Moreover, even if a mixed race of the four tribes is born, troubles will continue. Therefore, the tribe directly adopts a parliamentary system.
The advantage of the parliamentary system is that it reduces the conflicts between various ethnic groups, and each ethnic group has rights in its hands. The disadvantage is that it is too troublesome to decide one thing, such as which ethnic group will be the vanguard in the defense of the Black Earth Fortress.
"The situation is urgent, let us trolls be the vanguard."
"no."
The goblin inventor was the first to object.
"Bingshuang, do you want the tribe to be exterminated?"
The dwarf king put away his fiery temper. The fertility of the trolls was not strong. If there were a large number of casualties among the trolls, it would be a serious blow to the tribe.
"There is no other way..."
"We orcs are the vanguard."
The tauren Amster stood up, his figure a little lonely, and he looked around at the three people present.
"Compatriots, when we unite, that will be the day when the empire will perish. Until then, we can only huddle in Chimney Hill."
Amster stood up and walked out. He pushed open the door, lowered his head to avoid the door frame and walked out of the stone house. The other three leaders in the stone house were silent.
As soon as he walked out of the stone house, Amster felt the fortress beneath his feet shaking slightly.
Boom, boom, boom...
The ground shook slightly as hundreds of thousands of people marched.
"You've arrived so quickly, you deserve to be the frontier blood lion Carlos."
Amster 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 war horse and wearing blood-colored armor caught Amster's attention.
"That's...Carlos!?"
Amster shook his head in disbelief and blinked. After more than ten seconds of confirmation, he was sure that it was the frontier blood lion Carlos.
"Is this guy crazy..."
Amster began to feel something bad, very bad. He rushed back into the stone house, and the horns on his head knocked off a piece of obsidian from the door frame.
With a muffled bang, Armstrong rushed into the stone house, and the three leaders in the stone house were stunned.
"Amster, what are you..."
The Ice Troll noticed something was wrong with Amster's expression.
"The Imperial Army is coming."
Amster's face twitched.
"Chi~"
The goblin inventor sneered. He was laughing at Amster's embarrassed appearance. Isn't it because the Imperial Army was attacking? This kind of thing has become commonplace for him.
"Frontier Blood Lion Carlos takes the lead."
"What!?"
The three leaders stood up at the same time.
"This is not good."
"Is Carlos suffering from brain damage? If he dies..."
"Bullshit, Carlos, the blood lion of the frontier, is personally leading the charge. Once a war breaks out, how excited will the imperial soldiers be?"
The four tribal leaders all realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Bingshuang, let's find an opportunity to get rid of him."
A stream of white air came out of Armstrong's nose.
"good."
The frost troll stood up. Among the orcs and trolls, only the strong can serve as leaders, and the strong are the royal family. The royal family in the two tribes is not passed down by blood, but is occupied by the capable ones.
"Count me in. Everyone knows Carlos' strength. Besides, the night elf princess must be near him. It is said that those two guys are having an affair."
The mountain dwarf king sneered.
"No, if you leave, who will command the defense of Black Earth Fortress?"
Armstrong flatly refused.
"Am I just a decoration? Sometimes brains are better than muscles. If the night elf princess is really near Carlos, he will be dead."
The goblin inventor smiled evilly, seeming to have a winning chance.
