Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1187 Bloody Hands

Chapter 1187 Bloody Hands

Within the greenskin camp, it is usually one clan against one force, which is also to avoid conflicts of interest.

If two clans jointly besiege a camp, competition for resources is inevitable.

Therefore, when he heard this arrangement, the King of Slaughter clearly felt a little dissatisfied.

His original intention was to ask the emperor to give them a force that was easier to fight, rather than joining forces with the Blood Hand Clan to besiege a force.

The Blood Hand Clan is not a pushover. It will be a question whether they can get a share of the pie from the other party at that time.

Thinking of this, the King of Slaughter subconsciously wanted to protest again.

But before he could even utter a word, the green-skinned emperor glanced over at him, causing the King of Slaughter to swallow back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The greenskin who can become the emperor in the greenskin camp is naturally not a vegetarian.

At the same time, he asked the Blood Hand Clan for support not out of pure kindness.

In his opinion, the Blood Hand Clan has grown too fast in the past two years, which is not a good thing for him as an emperor. He can just use the dwarves of Copperforge to deplete their combat power!

This greenskin emperor and the greenskin kings under him undoubtedly have their own plans.

At this time, facing the arrangement of the Greenskin Emperor, even though the King of Slaughter was dissatisfied, he did not dare to lose his temper. He could only suppress his emotions and retreat honestly.

At the same time, somewhere on the battlefield...

"WAAAAGH!!!"

Even the solid metal breastplate could not stop this swift blow. The right hand wrapped in the metal armor was like a knife, which directly pierced through the body of the human general in front of him, and then the hand was pulled out mercilessly, bringing out a large amount of blood and fragments of internal organs.

Looking at the scene of blood splattering, the green-skinned man with his upper body naked, with the totem patterns all over his body completely exposed to the air, showed a cruel grin on his face.

Then, after taking a deep breath, he roared again...

"WAAAAGH!!!"

Its agile body does not appear to be too big and bloated. Even compared with many greenskins, its height is not tall, probably only about 1.8 meters.

The whole action was extremely swift. While rushing quickly on the battlefield, he waved his arms like cutting melons and vegetables, constantly taking the lives of the human soldiers on the opposite side.

His battle cry was more like a wild laugh at this moment. Immersed in the crazy killing, his entire mental state was almost insane.

The battle was over. He stood on top of a mountain of corpses, his arms covered in sticky blood plasma, almost to the point of solidifying into lumps.

Seeing this, the greenskin waved his arms, and the sticky plasma was immediately thrown away, revealing a pair of black arm armor!

From fingertips to elbows, the arm armor tightly wrapped the green-skinned man's hands. At the same time, it was covered with scarlet lines, and strange blood light flowed from time to time.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary piece of equipment.

The claws are extremely sharp and can become swords when put together, easily piercing through the enemy's armor and flesh. At the same time, there is a row of hideous curved hooks and sharp blades on the outside of his forearms, making every swing of his arms extremely deadly!
At this moment, the greenskin standing here is none other than the king of the Bloody Hand Clan in the greenskin camp!

At the same time, the news that the border city was breached by the greenskins in the rear of the human forces was sent to their capital at the fastest speed...

Instantly, a "Fuck" sounded throughout the world.

Inside the stone castle, a figure with skin so dark that it almost reached the level of "matte black" overturned the table in front of him in anger.

"How dare those lowly greenskins?!" Amid the roar, the servants in the room immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

He was so excited that the gorgeous jeweled crown on his head tilted a little.

The black man who noticed this hurriedly straightened it up, as it was a symbol of his noble status.

During this time, the thick and exaggerated gold chains hanging around his neck and wrists were also exposed to the air. The clothes on his body were full of jewels and precious stones. His outfit was simply extravagant.

The fall of the border city brought him tremendous pressure and panic at this moment!
"It's all the fault of those stinky women!"

As he spoke, the black man couldn't help but utter a few curses.

With no place to vent his anger, his eyes finally fell on the servants kneeling on the ground. He picked up the whip at hand and started whipping them wildly.

Those servants had one common feature: they were not black, but all had white or yellow skin.

In this country, since his ancestors founded the country, people with dark skin have been the most noble. People with white, yellow, and brown skin are all lowly inferior people who can only serve as slaves.

At this moment, the black king was waving the whip in his hand and listening to the screams of the slaves. His emotions were finally relieved to a certain extent.

Just then, a black man wearing a black and gold robe and with white hair walked in from outside.

He had already heard the screams of the servants inside when he was outside. After walking in, the black man frowned when he saw the servants who were whipped and covered in blood.

"Why don't you get out now?!"

Hearing this, the servants who had been whipped suddenly felt as if they had been pardoned, and they all ran away crawling.

This situation caused a hint of dissatisfaction to flash across the black king's face.

However, when he thought that the other party was the 'Hand of the King' appointed by his father before his death, he finally endured it.

Anyway, after being whipped, he had almost lost all his anger.

He casually threw the bloody whip aside and quickly asked...

"What is the name of the new queen of the warrior woman tribe?"

"Yalvet, Your Majesty."

"Yes, that's the name. Write to that woman immediately and ask her to send troops immediately! She must be held responsible for our losses!!"

In his opinion, if the female warriors had not withdrawn from the coalition, causing the combat effectiveness of the coalition on the front line to decline, the subsequent events would not have happened. They now have to face such a situation, and it was all caused by those women!

Looking at their King who was jumping up and down in anger, the Hand of the King had mixed feelings.

The position of Hand of the King is equivalent to the regent minister in ancient China. In terms of status, he is second only to the emperor. It is impossible for him not to know what happened within the coalition forces.

In his opinion, after experiencing that kind of thing, the female warriors would most likely not send out troops.

However, in the current situation, the only ones who can still send troops to support them are the female warriors who withdrew early...

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)

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