Chapter 106 The Court of the Ogres Is Always Full of Calculations

"Is it true that there are untouchables who think that I treat them as compatriots?" Returning to the palace called the Head of State's Throne, Margok's two heads swung back and forth, looking at the dust stained on the originally spotless elegant robe, his eyes couldn't help but tinge. With a hint of disgust, he called the waiter, "Go get a new one."

As for this one that is already dirty.

"Throw it away." Margok said disapprovingly.

He was the ruler of Highmaul, the Lord of Sorcery, the face of Goria, how could he wear a robe that looked filthy?

But thinking of this, he still couldn't help but said with disgust: "Damn untouchables, how disgusting."

If the ogres who were so excited just now and wanted to pick up spears and sticks to fight the orcs to the death saw Margok looking like this, maybe their dreams would be shattered, right?

No, it won't. As long as Margok makes a few symbolic and worthless apologies, they will be flattered. If a few more useless "big names" are thrown in for them to vent their anger, they will work harder. Bleed for him.

They would even take the initiative to excuse him. His intentions were good, but his execution was bad, and the traitorous ministers around the Witch King deceived him.

It sounds incredible, but it makes sense, right? At least in Margok this seemed reasonable.

Compatriots? It’s a joke. When the king uses you, you are a compatriot. When he doesn’t use you, you are not as good as the chief of a foreign race. At least he is considered a noble person, barely on the same level as him.

As for the gold and status promised during the speech just now...

"The untouchables always believe in the empty promises of the nobles and believe them to be true." Warego's voice is as soft as the silk on his body. As the senior advisor to the King of Witchcraft, he and Margok have great differences in their attitudes towards the untouchables. Always very consistent.

At the same time, as a well-known witchcraft lord in Highmaul Castle, with great military exploits, he is naturally experienced in dealing with this kind of situation.

Of course, this may also be because he was once considered a pariah.

Who can understand the thoughts of those people better than him?

"When the time comes, just grab some other things and deal with them." He waved his hand, "With the orcs gone, we have plenty of ways to deal with them."

"That's right," said another councilor. "The priority is to make them bleed for Highmaul."

"Okay." Margok raised his calloused palms and stretched them out towards the many members of the council.

After changing his clothes, he was now in the Temple of Carthenon, which was his court where he and his council members held discussions.

The council members stopped their discussions and looked at the King of Witchcraft.

"The top priority now is how to deal with the orc soldiers outside the city." One of his heads said: "I don't think mobilizing the untouchables can stop the orcs, especially their notorious chief. Maybe their only role is to use The corpses are just blocking them."

"If you ask me, why don't we just take the legions out of the city and fight them." Varrego said: "The longer we wait, the more prepared the orcs will be, and I found the Draenei in their troops. If If we don’t eliminate them as soon as possible, Highmaul will inevitably repeat the mistakes of a hundred years ago!”

A hundred years ago? What is this vile ogre talking about? Did he think Highmaul would be as vulnerable to the orcs as the roast he was chewing?

The congressmen glared at him, and there were also some who mocked him. What happened to the draenei? If we hadn't taken the initiative to attack in that battle and the head of state was attacked by the draenei, how could we lose in the end?

And precisely because of this we cannot leave the city, otherwise we will repeat the same mistakes.

As for the saber-toothed tigers, Warrego didn't mention it, and there was no need to mention it. Is it necessary to talk about those animal friends?

"Leave the city?" One of Margok's heads was thoughtful, while the other head stared at Varrego. "So, you are confident in defeating the orc army?"

Varrego, who looked like he was going to die at any time, shouted loudly: "Yes, we have enough untouchables to die as cannon fodder, elite warriors to charge into battle, and lawbreakers to crush their shaman's heads. Finally, we have The important thing is the mages, our mages can easily tear apart the ground in front of Highmaul and bury them here forever!”

silence.

Mal'gok glanced at the warriors and spellbreakers standing around the hall. They were all leaders in their respective armies, advisors and warriors to the King of Sorcery.

"What about you? Do you also agree with what he said?"

Bang bang.

The spellbreakers and soldiers all stamped their feet in approval. Although they were a little distanced from the King of Witchcraft due to their respect for him, the deafening sound of stamping feet also made everyone turn their attention to them and they did not dare to ignore them. existence.

Varrego seemed very happy, and the soldiers supported his suggestion. He took out a large piece of barbecue that exuded a strong smell from somewhere, opened his bloody mouth and took a big bite, which caused the fat in it to spread. With a splash, the large piece of barbecue almost disappeared with the bones and meat, and the air in the palace was filled with the strong smell of grease.

This performance was exactly seen by his opponents. They frowned, thinking only of slandering and insulting him.

"As expected, he is an ogre of low origin. The only things on his mind are eating meat and fighting."

But he didn't care. What he cared about were the centurions and veterans. He knew what these people liked to hear.

After he finished eating, he took out a small bottle of perfume and sprinkled it on himself, then said, "Glorious ogres, your majesty's advisors, if we let the orcs attack the city, then your property will be more or less lost, but if it is in the wild, it will be different. We can go all out, and maybe you can get a lot of slaves from the orcs. Do you have anything to say about this?"

No one was willing to say that they were worried about the failure of the field battle. Even these advisors were worried that the lawbreakers would rush up and smash his skull with violent means. This was not without precedent.

Their king Margok sat on his throne in silence, squinting his eyes, thinking about all the changes that might occur because of the active attack.

Margok saw the old soldiers, their eyes were like being cursed by the orc shaman, staring at him, as if they wanted to rush out and fight the orcs right now.

When they were already getting impatient, Margok finally gave the order.

"Then let you command the soldiers." Mal'gok's face was expressionless, but the lawbreakers were extremely happy. Only some councillors were a little speechless. They were afraid that the ogres would lose in the field battle, especially the number of orcs attacking this time was unprecedented.

Obviously, the city was their home ground, why did they take the initiative to attack? Wouldn't it be better to wait for them to bump heads and bleed?

Mal'gok noticed them, and he smiled kindly, of course, with both heads, "I allow you to refute my will and express your dissatisfaction. Of course, don't be too violent, just spit."

After that, he lowered his head and looked at his feet. No one spit at him.

The councillors complained in their hearts, but no living councillor has ever spit at your feet, and I'm not tired of living and want to find some excitement.

Very good, it seems that they have no objections, Mal'gok smiled, he, Mal'gok, is a kind king, and he is always tolerant of disputes and advice among his subjects.

Margok left his court amidst cheers.

It looks like everyone is happy, doesn't it?

The members of the parliament all agreed to the idea of ​​going out of the city to fight.

As for the ambitious Varego, if he wants to die, let him go. Margok will not provide any help except for some lawbreakers and warriors who are willing to support him.

"It's better for them to die together." Margok tried not to smile. "A fool wants to rise to a high position? If you can, how will the nobles in the court deal with it?"

A "tough guy" with limited ability and reckless.

Margok likes to put such people in high positions the most, because they are always opposed by everyone united, which not only makes him a lot of fun, but also makes his rule forever stable.