Orc Tyrant

"My lord, we have tried our best."

The supreme military commander of the Beast Kingdom, General Marjorie knelt on the red blanket, crying in tears of what he had encountered in the past few days and the tremendous pressure he had endured.

"They eat us bite by bite. I have sent all the active soldiers on the battlefield, but they have guns and cannons, and there are many iron bumps that we can't move! We, what we—"

"We still have eternal faith in the beast god!"

The chief high priest, who was watching coldly, stood up, clutching a staff made from the spine of an unknown animal, and his old face like a dead tree bark was hidden under the gray-purple flower crown.

"We still have so many weapons and so many materials, but you have fought the battle like this! Are you embarrassed to excuse yourself?"

Facing the accusation from the chief high priest, Marjorton gave a moment.

This sonorous and powerful rebuke kept reverberating in the hall, intertwined between the pillars and the vault, and spread to the ears of every minister present.

This palace Lilin deliberately imitated the main hall of the Purple Palace of the Benedict Empire. In order to reflect his authority and show his ambition, the entire hall has 108 marble columns, which can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time. Appears crowded, the evil orc holding a sharp blade, the imperial army is well-dressed

Liang's armor stood on both sides of the hall at all times.

"You said easily! Weapons, are those weapons useful? Soldiers can't use them! I have only taught for a few months, and it is no different from a fire stick! Let alone the supplies, the things shipped from the sea, How many are in my hands! To tell you the truth, not even one Chengdu!

Where did the rest go? "

Major is not a soft persimmon either. After staying for a few seconds, he immediately launched a verbal counterattack, and the sadness on his face disappeared.

"You're just playing around here, and you didn't even see you go to fight with Oak! I went to the front line with cannonballs to kill them!"

"you--"

Marjorie's blow was considered to have hit the death hole of the chief priest, including many clan chiefs and important ministers present. They all knew that Oke was powerful, so they hid behind him early.

"Then you can't play so ugly, can you? It's only a few days? Holy Spear Fort can't hold it?"

The Minister of the Interior also stepped forward, but his tone of voice had to be softened a lot, because he knew that most of Major’s words were true, and the weapons had kept up, but the training of the soldiers could not keep up, and a lot of aid materials had fallen into it. Pockets that shouldn't fall into.

He knows all of these.

However, the fortress that was taken back at a huge price is already crumbling, which makes many orcs unacceptable emotionally. The previous failures can be attributed to weapons, but now they clearly have weapons that are much stronger than in the past, but they still fail. .

Isn't that the same as saying that they have no strength to fight back in front of Oak?

"We have tried our best. These days, just deserters shot can fill this place! You haven't been to the front line, and you don't know how difficult it is to fight Ouke."

Marjor sighed, and his shoulders collapsed weakly.

"The shells are as dense as the raindrops, and some positions were wiped out abruptly! You shot it, and they shot back ten! The melee combat is even more fantastic, except for the evil orcs who are barely able to fight, ordinary orcs... a lot. They are all newcomers who were born less than half a year ago, and even adult humans are not necessarily able to win. They are just a dish in front of Ouke."

"Could it be... really no chance of winning?"

Marjorie laughed, but a wry smile.

"Boss, it's obvious whether you can win, what are you still fantasizing about?"

"But once Holy Spear Fort is lost, Oshan is in danger. Once Oshan is not protected..."

The Secretary of the Interior did not dare to say the latter words.

Behind the Osan Line of Defense, there are six administrative districts that Lilin painstakingly planned and managed for a long time. These administrative districts broke the clan pattern of the beasts in the past and divided the population according to the work content. There are a total of five reclamation areas and one handicraft area.

The food and supplies of the entire Orc Kingdom have since come out, so Lilin is willing to take the risk to establish the royal court in Wushan to protect the safety of several administrative areas. If there is a problem there, they will really lose their peace. The capital that Ouke is competing for is only waiting to die in the struggle.

Including the offensive against Fort St. Spear is also to ensure the safety of the farming process.

"If the forces of Holy Spear Fort can be withdrawn, it is not impossible to defend Wushan firmly..."

Marjorie hesitated for a long time, and finally said his true thoughts.

"There is already a dead place. We wasted our precious troops in Oak’s artillery fire. It’s better to withdraw them. As I said before, proactive attack is too risky. We are not as good as people with guns, and not as many as people. To fight, in three days—"

"Are you finished."

An indifferent voice came from the end of the main hall, and all the beasts dropped their heads, and Marjor put his forehead directly on the red carpet, like a prawn that had been burning red.

Sitting on the throne, Li took a few pairs of eyes and glanced down. He didn't say a word before, like a cold statue, even now, but anyone who knows him knows that in an indifferent mood. , Is a flame that will explode at any time.

He was never a benevolent monarch, but he was better at disguising his brutality.

"Major, how many soldiers are still in the fortress now."

"Your Majesty, there are currently less than 50,000 defenders in the fortress, and Oak has basically surrounded us."

"What about the position."

"The outer walls have all fallen, and the interior has basically fallen. We are now trapped in underground shelters and tunnels, but Ouke has already begun to cut off our outward passage. If--"

Sacred Spear Fort has more than just a towering rock wall. In fact, as the largest military fortress of the lycanthropes, Sacred Spear Fort has a huge network underground, which can be connected in all directions. This makes it difficult to ensure that Sacred Spear Fort is difficult. Was completely besieged.

But Oke knew this. When the clever seizure of St. Spear Fort was to take advantage of the underground network, excavate one of them, and then infiltrated the fortress.

"Then—"

Lilin smiled suddenly, and then said:

"What do you think is the chance of withdrawing?"

"Uh... we still have several channels that are safe, and we only need to perform a feint from the outside, and we can—"

"I dare say that as long as you come out, the first thing you will see is Ok, not reinforcements."

Lilin drew a small piece of paper from his sleeve, then crumpled it into a ball and smashed it on Marjor's head.

"See it for yourself."

"this is……"

Magjor opened the crumpled note and saw a small line written in human language on it.

[Ok knows all the main escape routes and set up ambushes]

His eyes glared, and he squatted and said:

"No, no..."

"This is real,"

Lilin nodded, and then snapped his fingers. The note in Marjorie's hand suddenly burned. When it was hot, he immediately let go of his hand. When he reacted, there was only a little ashes left.

"It's true."

"Then are we..."

"So, I'll give you a new task to last one day, I just need you to last another day."

Lilin raised his index finger and whispered to Marjor:

"After a day, everything will change."

"can--"

"In this way, I will transfer a group of evil orcs to you, no matter what method is used, they will support me until one day later."

Even though he wanted to refuse, Marjorie heard the tone that was not tolerable and there was some kind of dangerous signal, so he nodded silently.

"Very well, my general, it's up to you."

He smiled and waved his hand, and the attendant on the side picked up the small hammer and lightly hit the hanging golden gong.

"Retreat!"

"Long live my king!"

After the group of officials made a high peace, they slowly left the main hall, and the attendants and the guards also left. Suddenly, there was only Lilin sitting on the throne.

"Ritual, are you ready?"

After a long silence, he muttered to the air in front of him.

"Of course, as long as you are ready, we will be ready too."

A voice floated from the shadow behind his throne, like the singing of a ghost.

"Success or failure, in one fell swoop."

"Yes, success or failure, in one fell swoop."