Lord Roar

Chapter 338 The Uninvited Guest

Bimon Beast Emperor Caesar has been in power for 14 years now.

The Beast Emperor of the Behemoth Empire adopts an election system, with each term of five years and a maximum of two consecutive terms.

After winning the first election and ascending to the throne, Beast Emperor Caesar spent five years concentrating on one thing, which was to unify all the Beamon orcs on the northern side of the continent.

Attack close friends from a distance, win over to make peace, sow discord, intimidate and lure.

In order to unify all Beamon orc races, Caesar can be said to do everything possible.

So he succeeded and completed the great cause of the unification of the orcs. It was because he succeeded that he was re-elected as the Beast Emperor.

In the next five years, Beast Emperor Caesar began to focus on one thing again, which was to support the military forces to suppress the elders' house.

Almost all the nobles in the Sabak Imperial City have become part of the military, and the Presbyterian Court can no longer fight against the Bimeng Beast Emperor, let alone divide the core rights of the Beast Emperor.

After the abolition of the elders' house, Caesar was re-elected smoothly for the second time, because he had no competitors.

It is now No. 14 years since he ascended the throne.

Less than half a year before the next election for the position of Beast Emperor, Mourinho emerged, the Elder's House revived, and many nobles waved their banners. In such a sensitive period, Beamon Beast Emperor launched the Southern Invasion War.

It has to be said that Bimon Beast Emperor Caesar is indeed a great talent.

Allen found that Mourinho's feelings towards the Beast Emperor seemed very complicated, not resentment and unwillingness, but an unclear feeling.

Mourinho looked to the far north, and said leisurely: "Originally, Caesar asked me to attack the Holy Light Castle in order to pave the way for his third re-election."

Allen nodded. Didn't the last U.S. boss kill the old man before being re-elected? It's all a political trick.

"It's a pity that Beamon Beast Emperor failed!"

"Yeah, because you showed up." Mourinho said with a sigh: "So, Beastmaster Beast cannot fail, only I, Mourinho, can fail."

"But the Beast Emperor Bimon is really ruthless, and will kill you on the spot."

"It's not that he is ruthless, but that he has to do it." Mourinho pointed to the portal at the entrance of the camp and said, "Whether those teleportation crystal ore or wild dwarves belong to my swan family, once I The patriarch died in battle, and these raw crystal ore and wild dwarves are all in the pocket of Beast Emperor Caesar."

Allen laughed aloud, and began to say sarcastic remarks: "Why bother, it's not good to kill someone just for something outside of him."

"The surprise attack on the Fortress of Holy Light is a competition, a competition between me and the Beast Emperor Caesar." Mourinho said helplessly: "Unfortunately, I lost. Everyone in the Sabak Imperial City knows that I, Mourinho, have aspirations for the throne Heart, but no one knows that I have a large number of teleportation crystals."

Allen suddenly realized: "That's why you took the initiative to lead less than [-] orc warriors to surprise the Fort of Holy Light? Before entering the southern parish, Beamon Beast Emperor didn't know that you had a large number of teleportation crystals, right? Many people thought you were going to To die, right?"

"Yes." Mourinho nodded and said, "I really concealed the matter of transferring the raw crystal ore very well. Even the Beast Emperor Caesar just thought that I was eager for quick success and quick profit in order to increase my bargaining chip, so I couldn't help myself. As far as possible, sneak attack on the Fort of Holy Light."

Allen smiled a little embarrassedly. If it weren't for him, if Mourinho succeeded in the surprise attack on the Fort of Holy Light, even if he didn't catch Dina, once he returned to Sabak Imperial City, he would definitely have the political bargaining chips in half a year. Later, he aspired to the throne of the Beast Emperor.

"Everyone is their master, I don't blame you." Mourinho smiled generously and said, "I have no complaints about winning or losing. If I were the king of beasts, I would make a quick decision to avoid future troubles."

Allen gave a thumbs up and said, "You guys who play politics are really cruel."

Mourinho looked at Allen playfully and said, "Do you know what Caesar will do in the next five years if he is re-elected?"

"Counterattack. South side of the mainland?"

"Abolish the aristocracy!"

After Mourinho finished speaking, Allen was completely stunned.

"Abolish the aristocracy? Is he crazy?"

The Saint Cassis continent is similar to the European countries in the middle world. Most of the core circles of power are some high-ranking nobles.

It is precisely because the times are nobles, so they will always be loyal to their masters.

Once the aristocratic system is abolished, there will definitely be a major earthquake in the Beamon orc empire. At that time, maybe the Holy See will not launch a war, and the Beamon orcs themselves will be in chaos first.

"Caesar is not crazy. Although I don't understand why he wants to do this, I know that he, like me, is all for the revival of Beamon." Mourinho said inexplicably: "If I Do you believe that Beast Emperor Caesar never had the intention of invading the South?"

Allen rolled his eyes and said, "Are you talking nonsense? No intention of invading the South? What happened to the [-] advance troops, and the hundreds of thousands of Chen soldiers on the border of Bimon? Don't tell me they ran out to practice acting. The Beast Emperor is not."

Allen suddenly froze while talking, looked at Mourinho and asked dully: "That letter of war? Isn't it a trick?"

"Yes, the Beast Emperor Caesar is not delaying time, let alone dividing the major forces of the human race. He is just increasing the bargaining chip for his next re-election. The Beast Emperor has never been in power for more than ten years, and the throne belongs to only one person for 15 years. It is already the limit, so he needs a victory, maybe it is to avenge the Holy See, maybe it is to expand the territory, or maybe it is a hearty victory. His original intention was not to invade the south, but with the development and changes of the tense , he will definitely make corresponding adjustments in order to obtain a result that is most conducive to his re-election."

Allen was completely stunned, and asked with some uncertainty: "You mean, the goal of Beast Emperor Caesar may not be the human race and the Holy See, but the [-] barbarians on the wasteland?"

"Yes, it can also be said that to drive out or exterminate the barbarians, Caesar does not need this desolate wilderness. After all, the living environment here is not much better than the Shabak Imperial City. Caesar's purpose is only one day in the future. When Beamon really wanted to invade the south, no one jumped out to stop the advance of the Beamon orc army on the Great Wasteland."

"That's too contradictory. Why is the information I obtained from the Fox Clan staff officer's mouth different?"

Allen didn't know who to trust. When he was chasing Hurent just now, the old butler Lacey caught two Fox Clan staff officers, and it was confirmed that the order received by the [-] advance army was only to exterminate the Bloodhoof tribe.

"Soldiers, tricks." Mourinho said inscrutablely: "The staff of the fox family, Rommel, and even Hurente, maybe they all have different missions."

"Is this just your guesswork?"

Mourinho shook his head and said, "I haven't told anyone else. Although it's just a guess, it's pretty close."

"Then why did you just tell me?" Allen smelled something called conspiracy.

"If I tell the holy mountain, they may not believe it, and even if they do, they will not give up your powerful helper of [-] barbarians. After all, the barbarians are a barrier in the wilderness. Looking for such a good free thug." Mourinho narrowed his eyes and said: "So I need a deal, a deal with your bloodhoof chief."

Allen said disdainfully: "What leverage do you have to make a deal with me? Even if you have, you have already made a deal with the Holy Mountain. Why don't you tell me what's wrong with you and the Holy Mountain."

Mourinho smiled freely and said: "It's not dirty, I will help them defeat Caesar's hundreds of thousands of troops. If possible, the Holy See will lead the leaders of the human race's major legions to fight straight into the Sabak Imperial City."

"And then? Kill the Beast Beast Emperor, kill nearly ten million pagan Beamon Beastmen, and then occupy this desolate land on the north side of the mainland?" Allen felt that if this was the case, the Holy See would be too whimsical.

"There are millions of Beamons. The Holy See knows that they can't be killed. Instead of letting the expeditionary army fall into the quagmire of the northern continent, it's better to support me as a puppet beast emperor."

Allen circled around Mourinho and said with a smile: "Are you willing? The former handsome Beamon No. 1, the nobleman among the nobles, is willing to be the puppet of the deadly enemy of the human race like this?"

"The Great Pope and Albert, the holy master of the space department, jointly performed a secret technique on me when we were in the holy mountain. If I have two hearts, my soul will be burned by the holy fire forever, and my body will drift in space like a walking dead In turbulence."

Allen gasped, Orpheus' father was really cruel.

However, he still asked in confusion: "Then what deal do you have with me? You don't want me to kill the Great Pope and the Holy Master. It is estimated that the forbidden secret technique cannot be lifted after death. Besides, I can't beat them, it's good if they don't pick on me."

"Although I haven't figured out how to remove it yet, even if I think about it, I can't get rid of it now, but if one day I ascend to the position of Beast Emperor, and you have the ability to help me remove the occult restriction, I promise you, a hundred years will come. Within this period, not a single Beamon orc will set foot on the Great Wasteland!"

"Hey, pull it out, I don't even believe a single punctuation mark as far as you big shots say."

Mourinho didn't seem to mind Allen's refusal, and said sternly: "As long as you can remember my proposal."

Allen waved his hand and asked, "Last time you told me that you could help me contact Dina's biological mother, that is, Helen Lena, can you help me?"

Mourinho nodded and said: "A few days ago, I sneaked into the Sabak Imperial City, and I have already sent someone to contact you. If there is any news, I will tell you."

Allen snorted, turned and left. He was going to chat with the old Zack and Conslet. After all, the information Mourinho revealed was too shocking, and he wanted to discuss it with someone.

In his eyes, Mourinho is by no means simple, and he is also an old fox with a full belly.

To deal with this kind of old fox who is full of bad things, it is best to find another old fox.

So he went to the handsome old man Conslet.

But after Allen entered the magic tower, he found that the handsome old man had disappeared again, and he didn't know where he went.

Sitting alone on the steps of the magic tower, Allen looked at the crescent moon in the sky.

Allen has always felt that he is a small person, even if he becomes the notorious Son of Chaos, even if he is a toubob walking sideways on the Great Wasteland, even if he has many masters under his command, he is still an out-and-out small person.

He can't decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people with one word, nor is he a big man who can shake the ground when he stomps his feet. He can't decide the direction of any race in the San Cassis continent, and he doesn't dare to say which one to destroy Which race will be exterminated.

Even the Beamon orcs, he thinks, are no different from the human race, as long as they are intelligent creatures, they have the right to live.

He thinks he's just an outlier who doesn't fit in with everyone on the continent.

It had been a long time since he had fantasized about returning to that familiar world one day.

And what he thinks about the most every day is to protect his relatives and friends in the Bloodhoof Tribe, eat barbecue and drink beer every day, and go to the forest to bully those beasts if he has nothing to do. If possible, he also hopes to help everyone. The chief tribe and the [-] barbarians do not live in the cracks and are bullied every day.

He likes the beast forest very much, and hopes that he can die old age in this land, a carefree old age, and a happy old age.

Ever since he became a deadly enemy with Hurent, turned enemies into friends with the Great Chief tribe, and became a temporary ally with the holy mountain of the Holy See. After being regarded as a thorn in the flesh by the Beamon orcs, he decided not to cause trouble anymore.

It's a pity that the ideal is always beautiful, and the reality will always trouble you with nothing.

An expected, but unplanned visitor arrives at the gate of Bloodhoof Camp.

The visitors, a man and a woman, were so arrogant that they called Allen out by name and asked him to die.

(End of this chapter)