Chapter 629 Change of Mind

Emaar returned to the makeshift camp and dove into his tent.

There was already someone waiting for him inside - the old orc Eugene.

"Oh, welcome back, His Royal Highness, the noble prince of the Mason clan! I wonder what the outcome of your trip will be?"

In fact, he had already guessed the result from Emaar's expression.

"snort!"

Emaar snorted heavily and did not answer immediately. Instead, he walked over to a crate, pulled out a bottle, pulled the cork, and started drinking.

Eugene waited for him quietly.

It wasn't until he drank the last sip that Emaar wiped his mouth.

"The usurper accepted my challenge!"

Eugene's eyes lit up, "Congratulations, Your Highness the Prince!"

Emaar added: "The old fool is dead!"

His eyes were full of complex emotions, including sadness and resentment.

"He has given himself into the bosom of the earth, and the usurper has inherited his power."

"This is sad news." Eugene shook his head, "Please have your condolences!"

"No!"

Yimar yelled, "That's good! If he were still in this world, I would be in trouble, but now he is a complete usurper sitting in the position of the patriarch! It's easy to handle!"

Emaar smashed the wine bottle to pieces and clenched his hands into fists. "I want to return all the humiliation to him! No, I want to return it to him double, double and double."

The dwarf looked ferocious, "Eugene, from now on, you have to call me the patriarch! The patriarch of the Mason clan!"

Eugene bent down with a solemn expression and bowed to him: "I obey your order, great prince...oh no, great patriarch!"

The corners of his mouth curled up, showing an imperceptible smile, and then he straightened up solemnly.

"Lilac Valley!"

Emar looked at Eugene with a serious expression and cautious eyes, as if he was already a true patriarch.

"Let me confirm again, there will be no problem with your people, right?"

Eugene put his hand on his chest and assured him: "There will be no problem! The soldiers sent by the king's account to help you are all elite, and the terrain in Lilac Valley is flat and connected to the outside, which is conducive to our cavalry's riding. gallop."

"That's good!"

Emaar nodded.

For a moment, Eugene seemed to have an illusion. The Emaar in front of him was two different people from the Emaar before. The Emaar before, even when he first entered the tent, was arrogant, reckless, and did not know how to hide his emotions. But now Emaar is majestic and cautious.

Has he already entered the role of patriarch? interesting.

"Eugene, you go and rest. There are many things I still have to think about."

Eugene bowed to him and said, "As you command, Chief Ymar."

The old orc walked out of the tent, and an orc guard came to him.

"What's up?"

"Lord Eugene, the chief has a letter for you."

The guard took out an envelope.

Eugene knew that the great Abal was leading an army to fight against the Gabera people, and this letter must be to inform him of the latest military information.

Eugene opened the envelope and took out the paper inside.

The envelope and stationery were human, as were the writing on them, specifically Aldo's writing.

The great chief Abar issued a death order that the higher-ups in the royal tent must be able to read and write human writing.

Of course, he also gave the orc shamans to cooperate with the humans he recruited, making sure to create the orcs' own writing.

Eugene read the letter from the warchief carefully, and at the end he frowned slightly.

Eugene learned about Abar's negotiations with the Gabeira people, but he was not very satisfied with the results.

The results of the orc army's southern expedition seemed to be a few small human city-states and some wealth, which was far from Eugene's goal of seizing a large piece of land from the Gabela Empire.

Will Gabeira help the orcs obtain the Innerrodan Corridor?

But in Eugene's view, only benefits that are actually obtained are benefits. God knows if this is a stop-gap measure for the Gabeira people, just like a blank check in human society.

But what happened has already happened, and there is no point in complaining in Eugene's heart.

The old orc thought for a long time and turned his attention to Yimar's tent.

Great leader of the stonemason clan, maybe I should make amends with you.

Two days passed like this, and one more day would be the appointed challenge day.

"Drink!"

Imal held the ax tightly and slashed hard at the human-shaped pile in front. The sharp ax blade was deeply embedded in the wooden pile, and there were already several wooden piles nearby that had been chopped to pieces.

Yimar and his followers have been training desperately these past two days. Although he has received help from the orcs, he is more like killing the enemies with his own hands.

"Lord tribesman!"

Eugene appeared quietly next to him.

"What's the matter? Didn't you see that I'm training intensively? Tomorrow is the day of the challenge!"

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"I have a little thing to discuss with you!"

Yimar frowned. This old orc was really good at picking the time. He would come early or late, but he wanted to disturb him at this time.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and followed Eugene to his tent.

"Why are you here? Can't you do it outside?"

Emaar grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"In fact, what I want to discuss with you may make you regretful!"

"Regret?" Imaar had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Ahem!" Eugene made an embarrassed look, "The warriors of the king's tent may not be able to help you!"

The words of the old orc were like a sudden thunder in the clear sky!

Imaar was stunned.

"Eu...Eugene! What...what did you say?"

He suspected that his ears were broken.

"I mean, the soldiers of the king's tent may not be able to help you!"

The old orc confirmed it again with a slightly regretful tone.

"Oh no!"

Imaar first roared angrily, but his voice suddenly became smaller.

"Eu...Eugene! My friend!"

The majestic chief of the stonemason clan disappeared, replaced by the wanderer who was expelled before.

"We agreed! You...you can't do this!"

"Yes, we agreed! I'm sorry too! But our previous agreement was based on the condition that the territory of the Stonemason Clan could provide assistance to the Royal Army."

Eugene shook his head sadly, sorrowfully, and regretfully.

"That's right!"

Imaer raised his voice slightly, "As long as I can become the chief, I will allow the orc army to pass through my territory, not in small groups as before, but as a complete army!"

"Listen, how tempting, imagine! When humans find that a powerful orc army suddenly appeared in their territory, how wonderful will the expressions on their faces be!"

Eugene smiled and gave Imaer a glimmer of hope.

"Haha, my friend, I knew you were kidding me!"

"Oh no, my friend."

Eugene's hope was shattered again.

"The situation has changed now! Dear Imaar, the army of the royal tent no longer needs your territory!"

"We have found another way to enter Aldor! The road is smoother, faster, more efficient, and can accommodate more troops!"