"There is no need to keep the guys on this list anymore. They are a bunch of useless trash. They are a waste of food and are not worthy of becoming orcs' cavalry!"
"The wolf cubs have lost their appetite recently, so we went to the Ten Thousand Beasts' Habitat to find some deer tribe psychics. Their natural spells are still very effective."
"Have the new batch of weapons not arrived today? Send someone to Graywater City tomorrow to ask the dwarf craftsmen why they delay every delivery and refund the money if they don't want to trade."
In the huge wooden house, the middle-aged man's voice was emotionless, as if in his eyes everything should be done business-like.
The two trusted lieutenants kept their heads down, recording the middle-aged man's orders while secretly glancing out of the window from time to time. It was almost midnight, but they felt that they could not go home to rest immediately. The other party was from the orc tribe.
He is a well-known workaholic. If he hadn't told him to stop, he would have stayed up until early the next morning.
The middle-aged man’s name is Bakhtiel, and this Dandelion Basin is naturally a gathering place for the lion clan. He has only two tasks, one is to manage the daily order of the population, and the other is to train the younger generation of orc cavalry.
The outstanding ones will be sent to Wudun City.
After reviewing the last official document, Bakhtier wanted to talk about the work arrangements for the next three days, but suddenly he frowned and walked slowly to the window.
I saw an owl standing quietly under the eaves. Bakhtiel casually untied the two small wooden tubes tied to its ankles and unfolded the notes respectively. But a moment later, Bakhtiel's expression changed.
But it sank, and finally slapped the owl to death, and naturally smashed the window.
"This note is an order from the big leader Luca, telling us not to attack the four strangers for a period of time in the future. It is best to prevent them from entering the Dandelion Basin."
"Although the order to protect the four foreigners makes me a little confused, since it is the intention of the big leader, I naturally have nothing to say."
"However, this second note was sent by Commander Grimmjow, and it asked us to kill the four of them directly if we encounter them!"
"The two adults issued two completely opposite orders at the same time. If I hadn't seen this with my own eyes, I would have thought that Wudun City had changed its owner."
Bakhtier sat back in the wooden chair, and while speaking coldly, he threw the note to his two trusted lieutenants. The night wind blew the candlelight swaying, and the wooden house fell into a dead silence.
The two trusted lieutenants looked back and forth several times, as if they didn't believe their own eyes, but in the end they looked at each other, smiled bitterly, shook their heads and sighed.
"Sir, do you think we should follow the wishes of the big leader or the order of the commander? Should we send someone to ask the clan leader Lord Kahn? He is in Wudun City and naturally knows the whole thing better than us.
The whole story."
"No, have you lost your mind? The big leader, Luca, is one of our own, and you said that Patriarch Kahn is now in Udun City, so does this decision soon mean that the patriarch has acquiesced?"
Two trusted lieutenants expressed their opinions respectively. Although their ideas were a bit simple, it was this simple idea that often had the truest meaning.
And as the daily managers of Dandelion Basin, they also need clear instructions from Bakhtiar to avoid causing any trouble to the innocent Lions.
"Of course we will do it according to the wishes of the big leader Luca, and there is no need to ask the Kahn clan leader again. I guess this is also his wish."
"As for Commander Grimmjow, although he is a great swordsman and commands the Orcs' cavalry, when will we, the Lion Clan, obey the orders of a strong Leopard Clan? And he actually dares to secretly disobey the great leader's wishes.
, it’s simply harboring evil intentions!”
"Send someone to report this matter to Chief Kahn, and give me a message, saying that our Dandelion Basin will only obey the orders of the big leader. Please don't give two completely opposite instructions next time." p>
As Bakhtier spoke, he threw the note into the fireplace. After hearing this, the two trusted lieutenants bowed and saluted, and then turned and left without caring about rest.
Bakhtier was sitting alone in the wooden house, and a cold snort directly declared that he was destined to have no sleep tonight. Compared with closing his eyes to sleep, he cared more about the status of the lion clan among the seven major groups.
The Bird Tribe and the Deer Tribe, one has long been marginalized due to their mediocre qualifications, and can only live in the thundering depressions all year round to fend for themselves. While the other seems to be living a good life on the surface, they really need to be cruel.
It’s not like natural psykers can’t give up.
The Fox Clan and the Elephant Clan have always been in the middle of the pack. The former put their main energy into the orcs' material reserves, and they are also recognized as smart people in the Golden Plains. The latter is just the opposite. They are naturally rough-skinned and thick-bodied, and are known as
"The first line of defense of the orcs", but most of them are not very flexible in their brains, so they are naturally embarrassed to use them.
Therefore, the three tribes of lions, tigers and leopards have always been at the top of the seven major groups. However, this balance came to an end with the birth of Luca, the lion tribe, and his marriage to Blanche, the daughter of the tiger tribe leader.
.In recent years, the "liger and tiger alliance" has steadily ranked first among the seven major groups. This situation is just a matter of course for other groups, but it seems a bit unfair to the leopard tribe.
Fortunately, the leader of the Leopard Clan is a berserker at the level of a great swordsman, and the masters of the Leopard Clan are united to fight against the outside world. Just now, Grimmjow finally secured his position as the commander of the Orc Clan. However, the Leopard Clan's wolf ambitions are even small.
Children all know this, so Wudun City is always in an undercurrent.
"It's best if everyone is in peace, otherwise I can kill you little kittens by myself!" The big leader Luka is the one who advocates martial arts the most, so the Leopard Clan can only continue to lie dormant, not daring to offend Blood Ax Luka.
To avoid being killed by the Liger Alliance under the pretext of rebellion.
The Dandelion Basin has long been silent, and the leader Bakhtiel silently stared at the moonlight, and finally looked in the direction of Udun City.
The thousands of wolf cavalry in the Warsong Mountains were snoring. Each of them has at least a high-level strength, and the giant wolf under them is as ferocious as a contracted beast. This is the main battle legion of the orcs, and they directly obey orders.
Due to the absolute power of the big leader Luca.
Across the Warsong Mountains, countless young orcs are fighting in the Frostwolf Wasteland, day and night, without fear of the morning sun. In the future, one-third of them will join the orc cavalry, and those who are eliminated can only
Silently return to your tribe.
The three areas of Dandelion Basin, Warsong Mountains, and Frostwolf Wasteland are closely connected and occupy the territory of the orcs east of the Iron Bow River.
The people in power in these three areas are naturally the Lion Clan, and they are naturally the close confidants carefully selected by the big leader Luca. There is an unwritten rule among the Orcs, that is, never cross the iron bow.
River, otherwise he will be eaten alive by the orc cavalry and beheaded as a spy.
The first ray of morning light awakened the Dandelion Basin, smoke curled up, and children walked out of the wooden house sleepily. A sound of wolf howls came from the Warsong Mountains, and the wolf cavalry regiment was ready to go, starting a new day of training. Clinking, clanking, and clashing of weapons.
The sound echoed in the Frostwolf Wasteland. The orcish instructors scolded the younger generation and broke several wooden sticks.
Bakhtier rubbed his eyes. Although he was very sleepy, he could not delay what he had to do every day. The owl had already flown to Udun City, but only a small wooden tube was tied to its ankle, because in the end it only had