Chapter 712 Warning

Even in the three northern regions with backward societies, primitive commerce existed, and Broghar was an orc trader who traveled among various tribes all year round.

This is an orc male who is nearly forty years old. Different from those of his kin who are all disheveled, the thick hair on his head is arranged into a delicate shape. Combined with the neat Aldo-style clothes on his body, it actually makes him look... A bit of elegance.

After Aldo went deep into the forest to start trade, Broghar, who was quick-witted, immediately sensed a good opportunity to double his wealth. After continuous efforts, he became one of the agents of Aldo products and monopolized Trade between several tribes and the Aldo.

"Dear Mr. Broghar, thank you for the valuable information you provided us." Stanford said to the orcs with gratitude. "Believe me, your friendship with us will be repaid with equal value."

Broghar's nose twitched, and a shadow appeared on his face.

Stanford asked strangely: "What's wrong, my friend, do you have something on your mind?"

The orc on the other side responded hesitantly: "Mr. Stanford, I believe in your friendship with me, but I don't quite believe in you now, or whether you are capable of defending our friendship."

"Oh?" Stanford raised his eyebrows, "What is this?"

The orc lowered his head slightly, rubbed his hands and said, "I heard about what happened south of the mountain. The king's tent on the grassland has penetrated deep into your land and conquered the north of Aldo... If you can't do it, then "I, and others like me, will face difficult choices."

Stanford sneered in his heart. He knew what Broghar's so-called choice was—either to continue the peaceful transaction or to cooperate with those malicious compatriots to steal human wealth.

Of course, although they are faced with a choice, it will never be called "difficult". After all, the law of the jungle is rooted deep in the hearts of these guys.

"Yes, but to be more specific, it's the Aldo North except for the northwest bay." Stanford added calmly.

Broghar raised his head in surprise, as if he was surprised that Stanford admitted it unabashedly.

"I think you should have a certain understanding of our Aldo." Stanford stood up, walked to the side and poured two glasses of wine, then reached out and handed one to Broghar.

"Just as you are divided into tribes, Aldo is also divided into feudal realms." He returned to his seat and took a sip of wine. "There are great differences between the various feudal realms, and some are very powerful. Some are very weak, and the difference between them is even greater than the difference between the largest tribe and the smallest tribe among you."

"The failure of some territories does not mean that other territories will also fail, especially our western bay, especially our Arda. And as far as I know..." A smile appeared on Stanford's face, "The reason why the army of the king's account is The entire north of Aldo was not conquered precisely because they encountered a strong resistance near the northwest bay."

"Arda defeated their westward marching army and annihilated more than 3,000 of them, while losing only about 300 of its own. The casualty ratio was ten to one. You should be able to tell clearly which one is stronger and which one is weaker. "

"Uh...it's not that I don't believe you." Broghar said awkwardly, "But in any case, this war seems to have ended with Aldo recognizing the king's occupation of its land. If your army achieves this Brilliant victory, why not take advantage of the victory and drive those grassland people back?"

"Yes!" Stanford frowned, with a hint of anger finally showing on his face, "It's like a strong body with a delirious head. Above the Aldo territories, there is another The so-called royal government - somewhat similar to the control of the grassland tribes by the royal tent - the lords of each feudal territory have absolute power to rule their own territories, but matters beyond the scope of their own territories must be governed by the royal government. ..." Stanford paused, "At least we cannot ignore the meaning of the Royal Government."

"Because of the insane head of the Royal Government, the troops in the Northwest Gulf did not have a legitimate reason to pursue the victory and could only stop at the border area."

Stanford spoke in a high tone, "But please believe that the military in the Northwest Gulf is absolutely capable of defending our own land. Even the royal government has no right to make us give up our ability to defend our own land."

There was silence between the two for a while.

Finally, the orc nodded heavily, "Dear Stanford, I choose to believe you and hope that our friendship can last forever. I have... here is a little information, maybe you are interested in hearing it. ?”

"Oh? Is it about Gunther?"

"Yes."

Stanford raised his ears and said, "My dear Mr. Broghar, please don't be so pretentious. I am very interested in everything about him."

The conflict between Gunther of the Blood Ox Tribe and the human official Stanford was no longer a secret in this forest. Everyone knew that Gunther almost died at the hands of Stanford, but he was lucky enough to survive after being carried back.

Broghar smiled slightly, "Gunther and his accomplices are secretly preparing to attack one of your strongholds."

Stanford suddenly straightened up, no longer as relaxed as before, "Then do you know where their target is?"

"Fort Zephyr," Broghar whispered, "They are plotting to attack Castle Zephyr."

Stanford moved his eyes and seemed to be thinking. After a moment, he said: "I understand. This information is very precious. Thank you again. Your generosity will save us from very big losses."

"You're welcome, we are friends, aren't we? To be realistic, your existence here has brought me countless wealth, and I don't want you to suffer." Broghar said with a smile.

There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

After the two continued to chat about trade matters for a while, Stanford went out in person to send the orcs away.

As soon as he returned to the office, he summoned several core officials in the Black Creeper's Nest and informed everyone that Westwind Castle was about to be attacked.

It didn't cause too much panic, after all, similar things had happened several times before.

It's just that this time it involves the largest Blood Ox tribe, which is a bit tricky.

"We need to strengthen the defense there." Stanford emphasized at the meeting. "The Blood Ox Tribe is already troublesome enough by transferring manpower from other locations. Gunther has also gathered a large number of allies."

"To show the strength of our defense in a big way, it is best to deter them from the idea of ​​launching a small attack."

His orders were quickly carried out.

Broghar's intelligence was true. Two weeks later, the forest orcs' attack began.

But Broghar's intelligence was also inaccurate. The target of the orc attack was not West Wind Castle, but the Black Creeper's Lair.