Ember Skywalker

Chapter 157 New Entrustment! Alliance of Wise Orcs!

"What are we being polite to each other about? Please tell me."

"It's like this, the Thunder Judge you gave to the Grand Duke last time was very good, and Captain Xilin hopes to order another batch from you.

Right now, the Devil Restoration Armament is in short supply. I heard that there was an auction of three Wildfire items in Weina City, but unfortunately, it was too late when I arrived."

"No problem. How much does Lady Celine want? I will do my best to provide it."

"How about five pieces? Still at the same price as last time, I'll give you twelve pieces of materials."

Raven shook his head: "The materials remain the same, but I can provide eight pieces."

Owen waved his hands quickly:

“That won’t do!
With just this little material, excluding the failed ones, it's already amazing that you can make eight. Wouldn't it be a waste of your time if you gave them all to me?"

"Helping Lady Celine is helping myself, and to be honest, I still make some money."

Now it was Owen's turn to be surprised.

"As far as I know, the success rate of the magician is only about one-third. How can you still make money?"

"You don't need to ask. I'll give you four pieces in a month, and the rest in the second month."

Owen was delighted: "If that's the case, you really helped me a lot, please accept my gift."

"How dare you, Brother Owen, please don't bother me with your coat."

The two chatted for a while before Owen left.

"Uncle Sean, it looks like we have to prepare for the worst." Raven said worriedly.

"Yes, the dark clouds are looming. Even Dante is not safe. Where should we go?"

“We must become stronger as quickly as possible so that we can protect ourselves in the worst possible time, so the recruitment plan needs to be further expanded.

“But this all costs money.”

"I'll find a way to deal with these."

In the far west, there is the Kingdom of the Wise Orcs.

This is a bitter and cold land. The fact that it stretches as far as the eye can see indicates both vastness and desolation.

During the day, the land here was scorched hot and cracked.

At night, the cold moon rises, and the cold rages in every corner.

But for the wise orcs, this is a dream land.

Because here, they have dignity and freedom.

Zhimin's whip would never fall on them again, women no longer had to fear being kidnapped, and children would not be slaughtered for food even if they were hungry.

The clouds broke open, and a middle-aged man dressed as a human rushed out. He looked around and shot out in a certain direction.

That's where the palace of the wise orcs is located.

He was sent by Cosi to form an alliance with the wise orcs.

Dante is now fighting a fierce battle with the Holy Alliance. If the wise orcs can attack the wise people from the south, the situation of the war will be greatly reversed.

Half a day later, he landed in front of the palace, and at night he flew away quietly.

There was joy on his face.

Soon, a large army of intelligent orcs set out towards the territory of the intelligent people.

They all held long-handled battle axes and looked extremely fierce.

A few days later, at the border of the wise orcs.

An extremely strong war bear stood up and roared. Zhimin on its back held a battle axe in his hand and shouted forward:

"Windsor, how dare you invade our border!"

"Hmph, you can cross the border to burn, kill and loot, so why can't I?" Windsor shouted.

She held a large rough copper axe, the handle alone was nearly two meters long.

"How dare you, you lowly slaves, to have such an idea? Even Offenbach wouldn't dare to say so."

"You idiot, who said I don't dare?"

At this moment, a powerful and domineering voice suddenly sounded.

The sound seemed to come from all directions, echoing throughout the battlefield.

"Who is it! Sneaking around!" Baka shouted.

boom!
A big hole appeared in the clouds in the sky, and a fiery red air wave gushed out, hitting the ground in an instant.

In the waves of fire, an old wise orc emerged.

He was short and even a little hunched, with messy gray hair and a large bald spot in the middle. He looked completely unrelated to the mighty orcs.

But he stood there with his hands behind his back, as if he was the heaven and earth.

Looking at Windsor again, he was now extremely docile to the old man.

Baka almost dropped the battle axe in his hand.

"Offenbach!
You... why are you here? According to the covenant of Apocalypse, you cannot directly interfere in our war."

"You've almost captured all of us orcs, why would I care about our promises?

Besides, who said I took direct action? "

Offenbach spoke in a muffled voice, and a circle of seven-colored ripples spread out from his body, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Baka's hands and feet were cold, and he laughed miserably, "Immortal Heart!"

He suddenly developed a variety of negative attributes such as weakness, slowness, fear, etc., and even his movements became stagnant. On the other hand, Windsor was blessed with endurance, violence, and the power of the earth.

"go to hell!"

Windsor leaped high and slashed at Baka with his long-handled battle axe...

"My dear friend Cauchy, I have now repaid the favor I owed you in the early years," Offenbach murmured.

The King's City of Zhimin, the City of Dusk, is where the leaders of all tribes gather.

In the palace meeting hall, a huge oak round table took up half of the room.

The White Light Saint Emperor Fiorello sat in the main seat, and other wise and powerful people sat around him.

There are dozens of seats for the public outside the round table, all of which are now filled with leaders from various ethnic groups.

Five-Colored Moon Spirit, Titan Moon Spirit, Moragu Tribe, Star Attractor Tribe, Banshee, Moonlight Centaur...

Basically all the ancient survivors and the seven moon spirit tribes have arrived.

Fiorello cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, I called everyone here today to discuss one thing, which is to increase the number of troops."

As soon as he finished speaking, the prince of the Huangyou tribe slammed the table and shouted:

"We have already sent out our family members, why do we need more troops? Is Passatero a waste?"

"Caris, watch your words! This is the meeting room, not the place for you to roar." The great elder of the Violent Rock Tribe shouted loudly.

"You, the Violent Rock Clan, are so brave that you even dare to threaten my Wilderness Clan. Haha." Karis sneered.

The latter's face froze.

“Okay, everyone, keep quiet. It was my suggestion to increase the troops. Regardless of whether the Huangyou tribe agrees or not, the result will be decided by a vote of each tribe.

Of course, I have something to say before that.

According to Passatello's judgment, the human race is already exhausted. As long as we send in a group of soldiers, they will soon collapse."

"We, the Violent Rock Tribe, are willing to send more troops." The Violent Rock Tribe's great elder was the first to respond.

"We, the Huiling tribe, are willing to do so as well."

The Huiling tribe and the Baoyan tribe were both traditional vassals of the Baiyao royal family, so they agreed very quickly.

With someone taking the lead, several other tribes were willing to send troops.

The three tribes of Hunter Shadow, Tengtou and Shield Mountain giants remained silent and looked at Caris out of the corner of their eyes.

The three tribes have always stood together with the Huangyou tribe. Since Caris opposes it, they will definitely not agree.

"Caris, what are you hesitating about?" The elder of the Violent Rock Tribe sneered.

"idiot!"

Caris cursed disdainfully, tapping the table rhythmically with his palms:

"It's not that I can't agree to it, but I have a condition."

"Oh? You tell me first." Fiorello looked at him sideways.

“Not long ago, my nephew Buckle was killed in battle at the front.

My brother Lineker was extremely sad and hasn't recovered yet.

He could have been saved.

It’s just that my brother had no say on matters at the front, which led to the missed opportunity to fight.

Therefore, from now on, the battles on the frontline must be decided by my brother and Passatero together. As long as you agree, I will send troops."

Fiorello's face showed anger:

"Caris, do you mean that the Huangyou tribe wants to be independent?"

(End of this chapter)