Chapter 457 The Ruler of the Tribe
Chapter 457: Tribal Ruler
After lightly covering Sally with the quilt, Rody looked at her much thinner face, feeling really distressed.
Don't look at Sally just sitting in the mansion all day to deal with official business, but the pressure she faces is not much less than her own - the girl in front of her is only eighteen years old this year, and she is just a college student on earth.
But what about her? What he faces all day long is various government affairs in the entire Efta territory, and the livelihood of tens of thousands of people is decided. Not only do you have to face a group of nobles who cannibalize people, but you also have to be on guard against movements on the border, deploy troops, and check various reports...
Without the protection of her father, all the pressure would fall on her shoulders. Although Sally persevered, she was exhausted after all—Rody understood that he was the one who could rest in peace in her heart. Harbor, his existence is the biggest spiritual support in Sally's heart.
With all kinds of thoughts churning in his mind, Rody sighed, got up and walked back to the Duke's study.
The layout of the study is the same as before, and the scene of discussing countermeasures with Bishop Benjamin and the Duke of Angmar is vivid in his memory. Rody walked slowly to the map hanging on the wall, glanced at the marks one by one, and then looked west along Efta...
There is the Nehemia prairie that Rody once led his troops to kill, and it is also where the orc kingdom is.
"It's been 590 years, the orcs...how long will they be dormant?"
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Unlike the Efta Territory, which is always covered with snowflakes, on the endless Nehemia prairie, everything has already begun to recover under the spring sunshine.
At this time in previous years, the various tribes of the Beastman Kingdom usually began to divide this year's rough "pastoral area", but since last summer, everything has changed.
The "Sarota" tribe has risen.
No one knows how this tribe appeared. When everyone began to notice that there was such a tribe on the grassland, its power had grown to such an extent that any chief could hardly ignore it, and—— Never stopped moving forward.
Their army is like a torrent of steel, no one can stop it in the slightest—and the name "Sauron" seems to have some far-reaching meaning after a winter. His strength and strength have been deeply imprinted in the world. on the minds of all orcs.
From a small tribe of dozens of people to a "large tribe" of 10,000 within three months, Sauron's ambition has already made the other chiefs feel scared... Soon, some small tribes knew that they were not opponents and took the initiative to choose However, Sauron did not cut down these little chiefs as before, but "treated them with courtesy", conferred various military ranks on them, and possessed the power to lead troops to fight...
This move caused an uproar in the orc kingdom - because in the eyes of the orcs who "respect strength", the losers of the power struggle are useless except to feed the vultures, but Sauron's unprecedented pioneering work has triggered a series of amazing results: The "Rota" tribe accepted the surrender of six small tribes and a large tribe with a similar level throughout the winter, and became the most powerful tribe on the entire grassland!
The process is naturally not as easy as it sounds: the annexation of the orcs is always accompanied by war and death. Some are willing to surrender, and some resist desperately. After one winter, more than 3,000 orc soldiers died in the civil strife among.
And on this flesh-and-blood land, the "Saluota" tribe with a total population of more than 100,000 has risen strongly, firmly ruling 50% of the territory of the orc kingdom!
If the former "Orc Kingdom" was a group of mobs, then the flourishing "Sarotta" today,
Obviously, it already has the capital to become a "military power".
Under the sun, the core resident of the "Sarota" tribe was quiet and orderly. From the outside, it is not much different from ordinary tribes, but if a human officer observes here, he will find that the structure of this garrison is extremely particular.
The wooden camp wall divides the camp into three layers inside and outside. There is a special food storage area and a fence for storing cattle and sheep. The civilian area is far away from the military area. The camps for orc soldiers are built separately according to different organizational systems, and countless corridors are divided in the middle for easy access. Assemble anytime...
Orcs have never studied resident planning in a "sound science" before. But Sauron proved with his execution ability: what humans can do, orcs can do as well.
Looking at the foundation he had laid before him, Sauron was both relieved and worried: the astonishing development of the tribe caught everyone's attention, but the interior did not have the original "monolithic" state. Now there are more people in charge, and there are differences. It is also inevitable to breed.
"Chief Sauron, it's almost February now, and our soldiers have been dormant for two months. If we don't go out to exercise, I'm afraid these warriors will rust to death in the tent!"
In the chief's tent, an orc in front of Sauron was yelling loudly, quite dissatisfied with his words. Sauron glanced at the other party, waved his hand and said, "Why, which place did Governor Godard look at again? Hux? Or You Anli?"
The guy called "Godart" is one of the three "Overseers" in the current tribe. He was originally the chief of the "Hand of Gron" tribe. Because of his high prestige in his tribe, he surrendered to "Saro After the "Ta", he still spoke hard, and sometimes even dared to blatantly contradict Sauron.
Sauron chose to be tolerant of this. He knew very well that he could not kill all the opponents, and use human political means to blend his own tribe. This is what he wants to do now.
"Ha, great chief, how can our warriors value such a small place? Who else can stop us on this grassland now?"
"Great Chief, there are still some things I need to report to you—the food storage is really a little tight. If we don't get enough food, I'm afraid a lot of people will starve to death by this time next year!"
The other two warlords usually don't talk much, but today they were uncharacteristically, faintly cheering for Godard. This made Sauron narrow his eyes meaningfully. After thinking for a while, he still calmly said: "It seems that Governor Godard has a solution to these problems?"
"Heh! How dare I say that I can solve these problems? Great chief, everyone knows what happened to our hardships on the grassland for so many years. If it can be solved, we have figured out a solution decades ago! But..."
Godard obviously does not have the acting talent of a human aristocrat, and his tone is exaggerated. However, he was too lazy to make too many detours, so he changed the subject and pointed to the southeast: "Our available troops are already close to 10,000, and the food and resources in the human kingdom are the best supplies for our orc warriors——Great Chief , can you still sit still?"
"That's right, Great Chief, the resources on the grassland are too scarce. Now the food and drink consumption of the entire tribe is already astronomical. We must act now!"
"As long as you give the order, the great chief, we will go to the front line immediately, and definitely take all the cities on the border within half a month! If you miss, you will directly smash my head!"
Looking at the excited gestures of the three warlords, Sauron sighed in his heart: The orcs indeed have a combat power of about 10,000 now, but the combat power of these troops is not as strong as imagined—in order to prevent power from being dispersed or mutiny, almost all the troops have It was a messy reorganization, so there was no tacit understanding between the non-commissioned officers and soldiers, and the consequences of rushing to war would be unimaginable...
And the words of the two warlords are not empty words: the rations of more than 100,000 people are not a small number, because of the continuous civil war, the finances have long been in deficit, if they continue to squat here, the "Sarota" tribe is completely waiting to die.
Human beings must be conquered. Using the name of the teacher "Sa Luota" as the name of the tribe is enough to show Sauron's determination, but everything must be decided before making a move - when and how to fight, this requires careful consideration matter.
The three warlords kept talking about the benefits of attacking humans, and this move was obviously forcing the palace. Sauron knew that he could not completely veto the other party, so he directly replied loudly: "Since the three warlords all believe that it is necessary to attack humans, I will naturally not object--in fact, everything I do is for the sake of one day. Take back our lost territories!"
Godard and the others were completely stunned by these words. Sauron has never mentioned the matter of beating humans. Why did he suddenly change his sex at this time?
"But have you ever thought about it? How much food will be spent on the way to the human land now? And even if our warriors capture the city in mid-February, they will find that there is no food in their granaries... because the human harvest The food will not grow until April and May!"
The three illiterate warlords with muscular heads were dumbfounded. Godard said in disbelief, "Then just treat humans as food! Kill them all the way, I don't believe they have no food at all!"
idiot…
Sauron cursed secretly in his heart, but said on his mouth: "So, me? Let's discuss the time for dispatching the army, but what is certain is that it is definitely not appropriate to start in February..."
The other two warlords were surprised to agree to the expedition, so they immediately had no opinion—Godard had no help, agreed angrily, and then left the tent.
After stepping out of the big tent, his face suddenly became gloomy. After walking a few steps, this powerful orc rode on his own wolf. After riding along the path between the camps for more than ten minutes, he went straight back to his own Overseer camp.
As soon as he jumped off the worg, some subordinates came to report that a powerful shaman wanted to join the Warlord Godard.
This is a great thing for Godard. The stronger his subordinates are, the more power he has to speak. Naturally, he will not neglect such a wise guy who comes to rely on him, so he immediately stepped into the big account.
To his surprise, the "shaman" in front of him was wearing a thick cloak and a hood on his head. Although the clothes were loose, his thin body could not be concealed.
"Tell me your name, Shaman."
Orcs have never been polite when speaking, no matter how rude the superiors are, the inferiors have to endure it.
"My name is not important, Lord Overseer."
Under the cold voice, some weird orc language slowly echoed in the tent. Godard's face changed, and he immediately realized that the identity of the other party seemed... not quite right.
"The first meeting may have made Lord Overseer a little nervous, but I came here with good intentions and hope to have some cooperation with you. Um...cooperation in various aspects."
His face under the hood seemed to be smiling, but there was no expression on his stiff cheeks.
Godard narrowed his eyes—although the orcs are reckless, there is absolutely no fool who can become a warlord. He has already realized the identity of the guy in front of him, and he has doubts in his heart: Logically, they should be looking for It was right to go to the "Great Chief" Sauron, but now he found himself...
Godard suddenly realized something, and stared at the other party - the latter still had that stiff smile, but the words in his mouth were serious: "Obviously, we think you are more qualified to rule this tribe leader of."