Chapter 575 Controversy 1

Everyone in the tent burst out laughing after hearing what Chief Abal said.

"Okay, now that Callum is back victorious, it's time to discuss business."

Abal looked at the young orc named Aru, "Well done, young man. I will reward your tribe with a hundred sheep, and I will reward you with thirty sheep and a horse."

The eyes of the young orc Aru showed joy, and the chief bowed repeatedly, "Thank you, the king of the grassland, chief Alba." The excitement was beyond words.

"Hahaha! Go." Abar waved to him, and Aru exited the tent.

Now, those who stay here are all high-ranking people in the king's tent.

Alba's peaceful expression before disappeared, replaced by a solemn and cold expression.

"Eugene, tell me the news you brought back from the big forest."

"Yes, Warchief."

An older orc responded. He was Eugene. Not long ago, he personally led a caravan to the forest to the west of the prairie to find his old friend Asoye, the chief of the forest orc Blood Ox tribe. " Reminiscing about the past."

"It's a pity..." Eugene looked a little lonely, "Asouye rejected our invitation."

Before Eugene could finish speaking, there was a sound of indignation in the tent.

"rude!"

"Ignorant of good and bad!"

"Great Chief, send troops immediately to punish this old man."

Abar's generals rushed to express their opinions.

Alba waved his hand to silence them.

"Did you really reject it?" The chief's expression didn't seem surprised. "The orcs in the forest have been separated from us for a long time, so it's not surprising that they made this choice."

"Great Chief." An orc general with a ferocious scar on his face said: "The rats hiding in the forest have long forgotten their honor and their obligations to the king's tent. It must be because they are like those who also live in the forest. The human tribes have been together for a long time and have acquired their habits. They no longer deserve to be called orcs. "

"Arroyo!" Eugene couldn't stand it anymore and scolded: "It's too much to evaluate one's compatriots like this, especially to evaluate Asoye like this, he is a hero."

"Compatriots?" Arroyo said contemptuously: "We regard them as compatriots, do they regard us as compatriots? Well, since they are not willing to be our compatriots, then they can become our slaves."

"Great Chief." Eugene ignored Arroyo and said directly to Abal: "Although Asoy is resistant to us, his son, Gunther, secretly asked me to express his goodwill to you. "

"Son? Hahaha!" Abal laughed, "How can this guy say that?"

"He said that he admires the Zarg clan and the Royal Tribe very much, and hopes to join you and fight under your command one day."

"Well, I understand." Abal touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"There is another good news." Eugene said: "The expelled 'prince' of the dwarf stonemason clan, Emar Stonemason, is interested in accepting our help to regain his deprived inheritance rights."

"Oh? This is indeed good news." Abal became happy. "But our help doesn't come without a price."

"This is natural." Eugene also said with a smile: "He has promised that if we can help him regain the position of clan leader, he is willing to provide us with the 'channel' controlled by the Mason clan."

"Oh!" Some people in the big tent were confused, while others were extremely excited.

"Well, with the passage of the dwarves, the tall and majestic Rocky Mountains will no longer be an obstacle to us." Abal's eyes were shining.

Callum asked doubtfully: "Warchief, do you want us to dig into the dwarves' burrows?"

He knew that many orcs, with the acquiescence of the dwarves, went through the tunnels in the mountains to rob humans on the south side of the mountains, in order to prevent human settlements from approaching the Rocky Mountains. However, it was impossible to transport a large army and the supplies it needed in this way.

"Hahaha, you may not know yet." Abar replied: "There are many very wide valleys in the Rocky Mountains, and some of them are connected to each other, forming many natural passages that can pass through the Rocky Mountains. A large army passed through unimpeded, but the dwarves were afraid of being disturbed by outsiders. Life conceals information about these valleys. If they allow outsiders to enter their territory for some reason, they will deliberately lead them around in their tunnels, which will be bright and dark for a while, confusing the outsiders, so that for thousands of years Now, most people think the Rocky Mountains are an impassable natural barrier.”

"This...this...this..." After hearing what the great chief said, Callum was surprised and speechless.

"If you say that, wouldn't the Aldo Kingdom's so-called Watcher Corps become a joke? Enemies may appear from behind them at any time."

"Yes!" Arroyo shouted loudly, "But the premise is that we can control those passages, otherwise the dwarves will not take the initiative to provoke humans."

He had a feeling that a great revenge was about to be avenged. When he thought of the suppression of the grassland orcs by the human watcher army for hundreds of years, Arroyo became very angry.

Abal said: "I think it will be realized soon. The key lies in when Emaar can make up his mind."

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Eugene added: "He said he contacted us after returning from the human kingdom."

Abar asked in confusion: "What did he do in the human world?"

Eugene replied: "Imaer took a guide job to lead a human adventure team back to their hometown south of the mountains."

"Tsk tsk, greedy dwarf." Abar shook his head after hearing this, and he turned to another orc.

"Aguirre, my child, tell me about the situation of the Gabela humans."

"Yes, father." Aguirre, Abar's eldest son, replied very respectfully.

"The conflict between the two princes of Gabela has almost become public. I estimate that they will fight soon. Then we will have a good show to watch. Of course, we will not just stay quietly and watch the show."

"Oh? Which prince do you think will win?"

"Father, I think the elder brother will win. He is the eldest son, his grandfather is the prime minister of the empire, and he has the support of a large number of nobles..."

Aguirre continued to express his views, but Abal's brain was occupied by a sudden thought-why the forces around him are full of problem children.

The blood cattle tribe in the forest is like this, the stonemason dwarves in the Rocky Mountains are like this, and the Gabela Empire in the southeast is also like this.

Abal glanced at his son who was still talking nonstop.

Aguirre, my eldest son, don't let your father down.