Orc Tyrant

"What's the situation with the Fury Fleet now?"

As the submissive cheers dissipated naturally, Manson asked suddenly.

In order to be able to open up routes between the old and new continents, the blood worshipers have always tried to build their own maritime power, but these efforts were all resolved by the Kaimon Church.

Until the start of the transaction with Ouke, the blood worshipers truly possessed valuable maritime power. It is precisely because of this willingness that the forces of the old continent could easily reach the new continent, and they also formed a raiding fleet to attack near the route. Merchant ships to obtain valuable slaves

And supplies.

At this meeting, the captains of the fleet also came.

Hearing Manson's words, they exchanged glances.

"We have six capital ships, my lord."

One of the captains whispered.

"Six ships?"

"Yes, my lord."

"What level?"

"grown ups?"

"I don't need details, just have a concept."

"Two new battleships and four medium-sized battleships, my lord, but most of them are in a slightly damaged state. Um... my judgment is that they may all need some maintenance."

The parliament fell into a moment of anxiety.

"Is it because of the conflict with the Mist Fleet of the Trust Council five weeks ago?"

"Yes it is."

"Then what is our loss?"

"No big loss, my lord, just a few destroyers."

"So... there is no decent resistance?"

"No, my lord."

"I heard they are still trying to help?"

Bartley interrupted.

"Yes, they used some kind of semi-submersible equipment to try to land our capital ship with soldiers, but my lord, they couldn't get on the deck at all."

The elder of the Silent Star frowned.

"In light of what we have heard about the inferior creatures' understanding of Hanan's skills, we monitored the vast ocean during the battle and detected an unusually powerful psionic activity somewhere in that area."

Manson glanced at the elder of the Silent Star, but the other person's expression was as firm as a rock.

"We didn't see anything."

The captain who responded cautiously said.

The Silent Star elder pouted and nodded.

"The gang jumpers are only those soulless monsters?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Not the children of dawn? So, from this we can conclude that this accidental operation of the Fog Fleet is not to deal with an enemy."

"No, my lord."

"Not yet."

Molière said sharply, hitting the handrail with his fist, unable to continue to restrain himself.

Regarding this issue, he had a separate opinion and had argued with most elders several times, but they all ended in vain, so he seemed particularly annoyed at this time.

Bartley raised a hand and turned around, as if to prevent the argument in advance.

This action is extremely exaggerated, and its effect is to make a clarification, with a few words and without losing the key point-this argument does not need to be brought up again.

The controversy is, what exactly does the Mist Fleet intend for this secret voyage?

"In any case, we have caused them to bleed. This is where the Wrath Fleet works."

"We did make them bleed, my lord."

"Do not!"

Molière roared, and his voice made many weak and weak.

"They must have another plan! I have reason to suspect that they are escorting something, such as—"

"For example, an envoy?"

Manson looked at him and shook his head.

"My lord Molière, I doubt you, but as we all know, there is a serious conflict between the Trust Council and Oak, and they can't—"

"It is possible! Because I have seen it with my own eyes!"

"Who?"

"Guk! It's not a stupid savage orc chief as you imagined!"

"Well, put this aside in advance, and we'll talk about it when the patriarch is free."

Manson waved his hand, and Locheri moved forward, continuing his previously interrupted intelligence statement.

"As the storm gathers, our dioceses are launching attacks on heretics and soulless, and the declining brotherhood has agreed to our cooperation plan, they are fighting in the realm of soulless and heretics. , Vowed to destroy everything...the soulless ones flee in the face of their decaying power."

Several people and a few high-level executives grumbled with satisfaction about the good news.

"At the same time, the diocese of the Benedict Empire is also actively mobilizing believers to fight against the rule of false gods. They are preparing to infiltrate the upper level of the army and have been very effective."

Locheri stopped to report, and one of his attendants handed him a glass of water.

"However, some sporadic reports are not so good-Guk's army has breached Dunwich's main outer defense line, and now the two sides have entered the stage of street fighting."

In the darkness around the room, the priests and soldiers uttered low anger, shook their heads, and arguments broke out everywhere.

Bartley leaned against Elon and exchanged opinions in sharp whispers, while Manson exchanged views with the two elders around him.

Oak’s progress is indeed a bit too fast.

"Let him finish his news."

Faced with some chaotic scenes, Manson recovered first, then shouted loudly.

"agree."

Bartley also nodded and straightened up in the chair.

Locheri patiently waited for everyone to calm down.

"It is true that the situation in Dunwich is discouraging, but it is also optimistic... So far, at least one million lives have fallen here. This number is still accumulating, and Oak's combat style is not to remain. Live, they will execute all the humans they encounter. My current statistics are the most conservative. If it is an optimistic estimate, this number should be more than 1.5 million."

Elon's entire palm hit the arm of his chair.

"Ha! So much blood!"

"Still not enough."

"Then we will add another fire, let more reinforcements arrive in Dunwich, and let more believers come here to dedicate their lives. Even if Ouke is strong, it will not be iron-fought, and their power will be consumed a little bit as a ritual. When they are completed, it will also be when they are completely destroyed!"

"It's not a plan for nothing."

Batley nodded and said, the long face turned to Manson and shrugged.

"A poisonous insect bite will not knock down a horse, but enough bites will make it uncomfortable, enough to make it take the wrong step or fall off the rider."

"The siege of Dunwich is neither easy nor quick."

Molière let out a rumble.

"Even the full strength of Ouke will not work."

"I can't believe these words I heard."

Elon looked around, as if he was looking at a group of cheerful fools around the chair.

"After all we heard and seen, Oak assembled their forces and prepared to launch a desperate assault on this sacred place, and you are still trying to hide behind."

"Ha! Are you going to fight Ouke hard now? Go ahead, there are so many on the ground, like ants, you can kill as many as you want!"

"Can I understand you as a coward, Molière!"

"Presumptuous! An arrogant mortal! You were a sperm when I was slaughtering! I will fight you in a life and death duel and dedicate your head to the blood god!"

Celoli coughed nervously, and quickly interrupted the terrible conflict, and other elders also came out to persuade him to fight.

The two violent tempers were then stopped, but Liang Zi must have settled.

"My lord, I have to mention another important thing to you, which is of great importance to this decision."

"Then spit it out quickly."

Elon said, looking extremely annoyed.

"We are running out of ammunition and materials. The operations during this period have greatly depleted the original reserves. Dunwich is now basically blocked, and the personnel..."

He bit his lip and shook his head.

"Frankly speaking, adults, although the number of new believers has increased, the number of core believers has declined severely due to continuous fighting. The massacre’s loss rate has reached 60%, and other fighter regiments are similar, especially in the siege of the 9th. When we were on the altar, we even lost nine **** descendants (enchanters)."

"This has always been the price we are prepared to bear,"

"Unless you can't help it."

Manson immediately refuted Elon's words.