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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 1: Messenger, Meeting, Breaking the Alliance

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    Ferrero El Ni?o, the special envoy of Tatarchuk City, was waiting quietly in front of the door of a huge tent, smiling and bowing respectfully, wearing a Var wool cloak to keep out the cold, and holding a curved pastoral staff in his hand that represented the identity of the envoy.  .  He had been in this position for more than two hours, and although he had not encountered anything other than a cold shoulder - the roaring warriors and tribal leaders who came and went did not even give him a look, but the uneasiness still slipped away.  It has entered the heart of the special envoy, and continues to grow as time goes by.  Perhaps only when the kings of the barbarian orc tribes agree to meet him can the heavy stone in Ferrero El Ni?o's heart fall to the ground.  Two tall and burly beastman roaring warriors stood behind him, holding torches soaked in black oil in their hands, standing motionless like statues.  Four fist-sized yellow eyes stared closely at the special envoy's thin neck. Their eyes were ferocious and cruel, like a hungry giant wolf sizing up its prey. Soon, the wrinkles on the special envoy's forehead were reflected.  Covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.  Fortunately, the agonizing wait ended after ten minutes.  The heavy white bear skin curtain moved, and an elite white guard wearing a bear skin armor with two black steel battle axes hanging on his waist came out. He looked at Ferrero El Ni?o with a cold expression, and then used a rough lining to  said the gruff voice.  "The king wants to see you, come with me." The guard's tone and movements seemed very impatient. Before Ferrero could answer, he turned around without hesitation.  Ferrero took a deep breath, suppressed his fear, and then jogged to keep up with the guard.  The space inside the tent is very large, but the air is extremely turbid, mixed with the smell of low-quality spirits, sweat and beast furs.  There were fire pots lit at the four corners of the tent, and the black iron trays were filled with red-hot coals, filling the tent with a feeling of intense heat. The ground was covered with thick animal skin blankets, and twelve lanterns were carved with simple totems.  The oak pillars support a semicircular dome with a diameter of tens of meters. There are three closely connected half-moon patterns in the center of the dome. This is not only a symbol of the worship of the barbarian beasts in March, but also a skylight that can provide ventilation.  Dozens of tribal leaders were sitting on the ground beside the oak pillars. What sat under their buttocks was not a chair, but a stack of thick cowhide.  Ferrero looked at the cruel and vicious faces out of the corner of his eyes. As a senior elder of the Adventurer's Guild, he had to deal with these tribal leaders. The notorious Marauder tribe alone could tell.  Come in series.  But now Ferrero tried hard to maintain a respectful expression on his face, and walked forward step by step while bathing in the fierce glances from both sides.  The king of the tribes of the great desert of Abraham sat on the throne in the center of the tent.  It is not so much a seat for a king or a tribal leader, but rather a symbol of horror made of piles of bones. Hundreds of ribs and spines form a pale platform, and hundreds of skeletons pile up to form a ghastly throne.  , the empty eye sockets seemed to be expressing the great fear of death.  Ferrero El Ni?o stopped when he was about ten meters away from the pile of bones. He calmed down and followed the etiquette of the orcs by placing his hands on his forehead, stroking his chest, stroking his beard, and then knelt down three times.  .  "Powerful King of the Barbarian Beastmen, your reputation shakes the earth, and your authority and the God of March rule the sky." After standing up, Ferrero did not wipe the dust from his forehead, bowed his body respectfully, and spoke in a stiff and brutal tone.  Orcs began to chant routine praises.  But as soon as he started, he was stopped by the king on the Bone Throne with a wave of his hand.  "Thank you, Ferrero El Ni?o, my friend." The voice of the King of Barbarian Beastmen was not rude, it could even be called pleasant.  His image is also not in line with the legendary terrifying monarch who eats hair and drinks blood. This king of barbarian beasts, who is regarded as the common master by hundreds of tribes, has a tough and square appearance, clear and sharp eyes, and is only decorated with a beard decorated with human bone carvings on his chin.  He had a savage impression, but it was concealed by the warm and friendly smile on his face.  "There is no need to use those hypocritical words between friends. Tell me, what does His Majesty Tito of Tatarchuk want to know, so that he sent you to ask for my interview at this important time for both of us?" Ferrero took a moment  Looking up, what surprised him was that the King of Barbarian Orcs was not wearing traditional tribal clothes, but was wearing a dark purple robe in the style of the Griffin Empire's nobles, dotted with countless exquisite diamond ornaments, and on his chest.  There is also a symbol of the royal family - a winged gryphon wearing a golden crown.  "I have brought congratulations to you from His Majesty Joseph Tito, the leader supported by the Tatarchuk people and the king of mercenaries." Ferrero replied while lowering his head to hide his surprised expression.  The king of the barbarian orcs is actually wearing a robe of the royal family of the Griffin Empire. What is the meaning of this?What a subtle expression?  Or did a certain robbed business group happen to have such an item that was intended to be dedicated to the royal family?  His thinking did not interfere with the smoothness of his language, and he spoke the words he had repeated dozens of times in his mind with just the right tone.  "His Majesty Tito congratulated His Majesty Zulu Gritoutz, King of Abraham, for successfully obtaining a large number of urgently needed supplies, and asked me to bring you a batch of weapons and armors forged from fine steel. According to the agreement discussed by the two Majesties last year  , he hopes you can consider the next step. ""Of course, the next step." The king of the barbarians smiled thoughtfully, tapping the skull on the armrest, "Ferrero El Ni?o, my friend.  , please tell me, did His Majesty Tito ask you to bring other greetings?" His smile was still sincere, but the light flashing in his eyes was like a sharp knife that penetrated people's hearts, making Ferrero couldn't help but shudder.  "For example, a disobedient orc force attacked a certain camp. Did His Majesty Tito feel furious?" Ferrero lowered his head deeply, "No, it's nothing." He tried to keep his voice as clear as possible.  Don't tremble, "Your Majesty Tito can understand the difficulty of His Majesty Gritots. The agreement is top secret and cannot be known by ordinary tribal leaders and low-status knights. The guard captain of the White Hill Camp is likely to find traces of the barbarian tribe when he discovers it."  It was an unfortunate misunderstanding and the responsibility does not lie with you." "Thank you very much for your trust, His Majesty Tito." The King of Barbarians let out a low and magnetic laugh, as if he suddenly thought of something.  As if he was happy, "But what if I tell you that the troops that attacked the Baiqiu camp were based on my orders?" "Are you kidding me?" Ferrero almost subconsciously took a half step back and wiped it with his hands.  Looking at the beads of sweat on his forehead, "Your Majesty Gritoutz, this this is not funny at all." "I am not joking, dear Ferrero." The king of the barbarian beasts suddenly stood up and walked with heavy steps.  Descending from the Bone Throne, a guard warrior handed him a heavy double-edged battle axe, and another followed closely, holding a black iron helmet shaped like a bear's head.  "According to my order, all twenty-eight of Abraham's most powerful barbarian tribes have been assembled. More than 10,000 elite roaring warriors have been mobilized, as well as 20,000 to 30,000 slave laborers. This army will follow the agreement  Loot the border towns in the west and south of the Griffin Empire, and finally besiege the important military town of Tallon Fortress," Zulu Gritots said while slowly raising his hands and tearing the dark purple robe on his body into two pieces.  , revealing the black armor shining with ferocious light underneath, "But before that, there is another primary target that will be the target of attack by this army." Ferrero El Nino staggered back in horror.  As the special envoy of the mercenary king Joseph Tito, he would naturally not be so stupid that he could not hear the ominous flavor in the words of the king of barbarians.  "Your Majesty Gritoutz, do you plan to tear up the agreement with His Majesty Tito?" He looked at the royal robes that were thrown at his feet, and his face turned pale as paper in despair, "Do you know what this will mean?  The Griffin Empire will never allow the barbarian orcs to have their own king. The four ace knights and the royal magician group will attack with all their strength. Without Tatarchuk as an ally, the new barbarian orc kingdom will definitely suffer an extremely heavy blow! "  "Many of the great shamans of the tribe expressed their opposition to this agreement because the ritual of praying for omens did not go well." Zulu Gritouzi showed an apologetic smile and held the double-edged battle ax firmly in his right hand.  The ax handle, "It's a very primitive and ancient custom, my friend, but you must understand that this is also the basis for us barbarian orcs to base themselves on the desert." Ferrero felt cold all over his body, his chest seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, and he couldn't even breathe.  I can't breathe anymore.  Unbelievable thoughts filled his mind, and he wanted to muster up the courage to protest harshly, to say all kinds of threats, and to try to change the decision of the King of Barbarian Orcs.  But his legs betrayed him, and the hard ground suddenly appeared behind him. All the strength in his body flowed out in an instant. All Ferrero El Nino could do was to collapse on the ground, muttering with tears streaming down his face.  I couldn't even hear the plea clearly.  The king of the barbarian beastmen walked directly in front of him, his lowered eyes full of compassion, "This is another ancient custom, Ferrero El Ni?o, a blood sacrifice to pray for the blessing of the March God before going out for battle." His tone was as kind as a man's.  If the cleric who was preaching was not slowly raising the double-edged battle ax.  "My friend, you can definitely understand it when it comes to tradition, right?"
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