Broad World

Fugner is a warrior in his early forties with scars all over his body. He is also a cunning chief and a wise elder (in terms of the average lifespan of orcs around thirty years old, forty years old is already a short period of time). old man). ?. . When he was young, he traveled around for a long time and saw countless prosperous towns and comfortable human life. After returning to the tribe, he hoped to change the barbaric customs of his compatriots and integrate them into civilized society.

However, it is obviously not easy to achieve this. Because the nature of every orc is full of chaos and violence, coupled with the influence of the orc gods, it is simply wishful thinking to integrate into a civilized society as an adult. Many places even ordered orcs to be banned from entering the city, simply treating them the same as those monsters in the wild.

But even though the external environment was so difficult, Fugner still did not give up. He first killed the original chieftain in a public duel, and then began a vigorous reform. After almost a generation of sacrifices, they finally succeeded in expelling the believers of the orc gods, and put the entire tribe into the arms of the soul shaman.

Of course, the price was heavy. Less than half of the huge tribal alliance with nearly 10,000 people is now left, and most of them are women and children. Most of them are teenagers. Once the loss is too large, the entire tribe will be in danger of extinction. It can be said that Fugner spent a lot of money in order to allow the people of his tribe to integrate into civilized society, and it was absolutely nothing. He knew very well that the Iron Throne's virtues were more than success than failure, but there was no way, the reputation of the orcs was not very good. Both sides can be said to get what they need. An agreement was reached immediately, and only then did the orc army join.

If you think about it carefully, you will know how it is possible for a normal lord to let a large group of orcs live around his territory. God knows when they will go crazy. Once the old problem is committed and the whole family is sent out to plunder, the situation will become out of control. Otherwise, I will die in the riots.

It is precisely because of this that almost all human beings are not very friendly to orcs, and it can even be said to be hatred. They believe that only dead orcs are good orcs. As soon as signs of large-scale activities of these guys are found around, the army will be mobilized immediately to encircle and suppress them. Until the threat is eliminated or far away.

When Fugner was considering which piece of land to choose after the victory of the war, suddenly, a young orc warrior ran in and shouted: "Chief! The special envoy of the Iron Throne named Byrne came, and he said something that he wanted Talk to you alone." "Oh? Just him?" Fugner asked, frowning. In his impression, this special envoy of the Iron Throne who joined recently was a bit strange. He didn't seem to be at all active in fighting for interests like the others, and he always stayed in his tent and didn't know what he was doing.

The orc warrior scratched his head and replied, "He's the only one. But... this guy looks like he's in a hurry. He's been walking up and down at the gate of the camp."

Fugner touched the scar on his face and said, "Bring it in, I want to see what he's up to."

"Understood!" With that said, the young orc warrior turned around and left.

A few minutes later, Byrne was led into the big tent. As soon as he entered the door, he hurriedly bowed and said straight to the point: "Dear Chief Fugner, good afternoon. I have something very important to talk to you alone. I hope no one will disturb you."

The orc chief waved everyone away, then nodded with a big laugh. "Hahahaha! No problem. This place is all my people, you can say whatever you want. No outsiders will know."…

"In that case, I'm not going to be polite. But before I get into the subject, I want to ask, do you think we can win this war?"

Byrne asked quite insidiously. He knew very well that neither the gnolls and orcs, nor the giants and trolls were really one with the Iron Throne, otherwise there wouldn't be so many riots because of simple teasing. It can be said that although the army outside Soba City looks mighty and majestic, it is still a group of mobs in essence. Everyone knows that a ragtag can't win unless their opponent is also a ragtag.

Fugner heard that there was something in the words, and immediately raised his vigilance. He first looked the human being in front of him up and down, and then curled his lips and replied: "Mr. Special Envoy, although I don't know why you ask such a question, I can tell you clearly that as long as the enemy's reinforcements return before the city falls, If we don’t arrive, then we will win. But... once the reinforcements arrive before the city falls, then we will fall into a situation of being attacked by two sides, and I am afraid that after a long time..."

The chief had only said half of what he had said, and the remaining half was unnecessary at all. What else can a improvised army do if it is in danger, it is nothing more than fighting inside, surrendering, and running for their lives in all directions. Either way, the war will end in defeat.

"In that case, have you considered switching sides?" Byrne asked tentatively.

"Huh? Did I hear correctly?" Fugner narrowed his eyes. "It's so funny that an envoy from the Iron Throne asked if he wanted to switch sides."

Byrne was watched nervously, beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and he fell to the ground with a "tattling" sound. He forcefully squeezed out a smile and continued: "I believe you should have heard that the Duke of Anta Silver Shield has a very powerful ally, the master of the Southern Principality, Duke Henry Angomey. The strength of this man But it is very strong, and he is also a powerful spellcaster. Once he raises his troops to the north, it may be difficult for us alone to stop him."

Perhaps the chief himself didn't care much about which side he was on, or maybe Henry's name played a role. In short, Fugner lowered his head and began to think seriously. A few minutes later, he raised his head and asked seriously: "Then Mr. Special Envoy, suppose, pay attention, what I said is only a hypothesis. Assuming that you are a spy from the south, can you negotiate terms with me on behalf of Duke Henry?" ?”

"Your assumption is not valid, and I am not qualified to discuss any conditions. But if you are really interested, please place three braziers at the entrance of the tent, no more than one, and no less than one, maybe there will be some strange things at that time The person who appeared." After speaking, Byrne finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the orc chief was tempted, otherwise he could have taken him down and sent him to receive the reward.

"Very good suggestion. I plan to try it in a while. If there is nothing else, please leave immediately. Besides, here is a little meaning. Please be sure to follow me." Fugner took out a beautiful The ruby ​​ring was stuffed into Byrne's palm. He has been in the human world for a long time. Know the importance of gift giving.

Byrne stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it, then nodded with a smile, and quickly left the orc camp. As soon as he left, three huge braziers were placed at the door of the chief's tent. It seemed that the orc chieftain was keenly aware of the danger and couldn't wait to start negotiations.

After all, the arrival of spies means that the Iron Throne's blockade plan has failed, and the Southern Principality must have known the news. Therefore, as long as Soba cannot be attacked within a few days, it is tantamount to losing the initiative in the war. Fugner didn't dare to take risks with the entire tribe, so changing camps became the best choice.

In his eyes, relying on Henry is more promising than following the Iron Throne. The former not only has strong military strength, but is also excellent in governing the territory. The wealth of the Angome Islands is known to almost the entire West Coast. Even the southern area of ​​Baldur's Gate, which had just been brought under the rule, was much more prosperous. The murloc rebellion in the coastal area did not affect the inland area at all, and the agriculture and handicraft industry developed quite rapidly.

Just as the orc chief frowned and thought. Suddenly a voice came from behind him. "Good afternoon. I saw the brazier at the door, so I'm here to talk to you about the conditions."

Fugner immediately turned around vigilantly, with a shocked expression on his face. He looked the humans in front of him up and down, and asked cautiously: "My soldiers are everywhere here, how did you get in here?"

"I don't want to answer this question, because there is no need to answer it at all. Those reckless guys outside have not received special training at all, and it is impossible to stop a stealth expert like me." The person who spoke was a fat cat with a slightly fat body . Unless there were canines like wargs in the orc camp, he could come and go whenever he wanted.

"Well, I admit that you are a very powerful thief." Fugner did not intend to entangle this issue further. He said straight to the point: "My tribe and I need a piece of land to survive. This is the only requirement. As long as you make a promise, I can fight back at critical moments. Of course, it would be better if we could be accepted into the civilized world." gone."

Seeing the other party being so frank, Fat Cat smiled and said: "The first one is absolutely fine, I can agree to this request. As for joining the principality system, it must be approved by Duke Henry. I will use the fastest speed Once the news is sent out, there will definitely be a definite answer within a week at the latest."

Fugner heaved a sigh of relief after getting the guarantee, and immediately asked: "Thank you very much. Now we should be regarded as a formal alliance? Shouldn't you reveal a little bit about your plan so that I can be mentally prepared? "

Fat Cat thought for a while, then nodded. "Yes, but not too much, because I can't fully trust you yet. Actually our army has set out long ago and is now on the way here. You and your tribe will do it from now on. Get ready, it won't be long before they appear near Soba to deliver the deadliest blow."

What he said made Fugner break out in a cold sweat instantly. The orc chief wiped the sweat from his forehead, a wry smile appeared on his face. "I understand. It turns out that you have already secured your victory, but you just don't want to lose too much."

"Yes, it seems that you are a very smart orc. I will send someone to notify you before the attack. Then your task is to create chaos and try not to let the people on the Iron Throne have the opportunity to organize resistance. What I want to say It's all over, goodbye."

As soon as the words fell, Fat Mao got out of the big tent and disappeared after a few strokes. Fugner was stunned by his sensitive movements, and he didn't come back to his senses until half a minute later, then shook his head with a wry smile and began to plan how to mess up the entire camp. )