Ember Skywalker

Chapter 158: The Battle for Reinforcement! Altar and Sword!
"I didn't say that.

It’s just that the reinforcements this time are mainly from my tribe, they are all elites, so I naturally have to consider them.”

"This is ridiculous. Every tribe has suffered heavy losses right now. Why do you have to be treated specially?"

Chief Hui Ling was furious and shouted:
“The battlefield is full of changes, if you issue orders to multiple people, won’t the army be in chaos?
Not only will we miss the opportunity to fight, but we may even lose the battle. Do you want other tribes to be buried with you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, this is the bottom line of our tribe." Caris slammed the table hard and roared:
"Although Passatero is the head coach, my clan is the main force. Shouldn't they have the right to make decisions? Shouldn't they be consumed?"

"Caris, who exhausted you? You are slandering the Crown Prince! Slandering His Majesty!" The Great Elder of the Violent Rock Clan roared.

"Since you don't want to, then there's nothing else for us to say."

"My choice is the same as His Highness Caris's." The Shadow Hunter elder echoed.

“The same goes for the Black Teng tribe.”

"The same is true for the Shield Mountain Giants."

As soon as these tribes expressed their opinions, the temperature in the meeting room suddenly dropped.

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that on the surface they were opposing the increase in troops, but in reality they were confronting Fiorello head-on.

If he gives in, his reputation will be ruined; if he doesn't, he will definitely lose the vote.

The situation became delicate.

Fiorello's expression was grim, and lightning began to flow from his hands resting on the oak table, showing the anger in his heart.

In front of so many foreigners, Caris openly contradicted me. How unreasonable.

However, it was not the right time to turn hostile. He took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Caris, let's do as you say. I agree to give Lineker the right to make the decision, but there is one thing I want to say first."

He stood up slowly, emitting a powerful aura that made the Prince of the Huangyou tribe pause.

“Since you asked for the right to make decisions, don’t blame me for not mentioning it. If the Huangyou Clan misses the opportunity to fight and causes losses to the coalition forces, I will punish them personally!

Or do you think that you can just have the power to make decisions without taking responsibility?"

The leader of the Baoyan tribe laughed and secretly praised His Majesty for being so powerful.

Although the Huangyou clan was given the power to make decisions, they were put in shackles.

If they don't make mistakes and the war goes smoothly, that would naturally be good.

But as long as they make mistakes, the decision-making power will be a sword hanging over their heads!

Caris was intimidated by Fiorello's momentum and opened his mouth but was unable to refute.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and sneer, "If that's the case, you can do whatever you want with me."

"Well, the Zhimin issue of increasing the army has been passed. Now please ask the Ancient Relics and the Moon Spirits to vote on whether to increase the army."

boom!
Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open and a general of the Violent Rock Clan ran in hurriedly.

"Your Majesty, this is bad!
The wise orcs invaded our border, led by Windsor, and now General Baka has been killed!"

“What! Is he a waste? He can’t even stop a mere Windsor!” The great elder of the Violent Rock Clan roared.

"No... not Windsor, Offenbach was involved in the battle."

"Offenbach! How come he shows up?" The great elder of the Violent Rock Tribe trembled.

"How could General Baka have died if it wasn't for him?"

The hall was silent, and the Zhimins' faces turned pale.

Offenbach, this name has been their nightmare since childhood.

Caris said in a deep voice: "There is an agreement among the giants of Apocalypse that they cannot directly attack on the battlefield. How dare that old guy violate it?"

“Before he died, Baca asked about it, and the old man said that he was just following the army and it was not considered a direct attack.

But his undying will is too strong, and our warriors can't even exert half of their strength."

The clan leaders were speechless for a while.

Fiorello sighed, "It seems that we have to delay the reinforcement. We have to deal with the intelligent orcs first."

"and many more!"

The elder of the Moragu tribe spoke:

"Our tribes have already decided to increase their troops. Are the nobles going to back down?"

The elder was nearly three meters tall, with a simple appearance and a large, prominent forehead.

Especially his arms were disproportionately long compared to his body, and he exuded a barbaric aura.

The Banshee representative also said angrily:

"What you said is right!

Are you asking me to send more troops while you come to take advantage of me?"

This is a forest banshee with a turquoise face and vine-like hair that falls to her waist. She looks a bit scary.

Fiorello shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"The nobles have seen it, it's not that I don't want to, but my clan is at the point of life and death, and this move is helpless."

"In that case, we have to consider ourselves as well. Humph, let's go!" Representatives of several tribes left one after another.

Deep inside the palace, Motia's heart sank as he looked at the battle report in his hand.

Offenbach actually appeared on the battlefield!
"How could it be such a coincidence?" He smiled bitterly, "Father has already known about it, right?"

"Yes, there are two copies of the intelligence, one for your Majesty and one for you." "I understand. Next, you must keep a close eye on that person's movements and tell me immediately if you have any news."

"As ordered!"

"Step back and let me be quiet."

Motia sat down frustratedly and sighed.

For a hundred years, the name Offenbach has been a nightmare for the wise people.

Originally, several generations of wise emperors wanted to bring the wise orcs back under their rule, but their plans were aborted because of him.

This time he took advantage of the situation and who knows what kind of waves he will cause.

While I was thinking, an elegant voice came from outside the door.

"Brother, I'm here to see you."

The door opened, and a white woman with a moving look in her eyes walked in.

She was Fiorello's only daughter, Princess Anna.

"Sister, why are you here?"

"Of course I miss you."

Ana smiled sweetly, and seeing that he looked unhappy, she frowned and asked, “Are you worried about something?”

"Well, some front-line battle reports."

"You always like to worry, just let father and brother do those things."

"Sister, I am a man too." Motia smiled bitterly.

Anna clapped her hands and laughed happily: "That's right! I just want to ask your opinion on something."

"what's up?"

Anna leaned close to Mortia's ear:

"You are about to become an adult, it's time to consider getting married.

My sister has found a girl for you, the daughter of General Jordan, I wonder if you are interested in her?"

"How can I think about these things?"

"That won't work. This is a big deal. Father and brother will surely agree."

"Who would want to marry me in this state?"

Motia gave a wry smile.

"Everyone in the world knows that the Second Prince Bai Yao is a waste. Getting married is just a joke."

"Whoever dares to say that will be the first one I will not forgive!"

Anna's eyebrows shot up.

"Just get married and have a baby as soon as possible."

"Child? Haha, don't you know that the wilderness totem can be passed down to future generations?"

Motia looked desperate.

"If I'm like this, one more child... there will be one more waste in the world."

Anna pursed her lips tightly and almost cried: “Brother, don’t belittle yourself like this.”

"I'm just telling the truth. Everyone knows I have a waste totem."

"So what? An ordinary child is just an ordinary child. At least he is our bloodline."

“Sister, you don’t understand, I absolutely cannot have a child.

Because of me, my father has been questioned.

What would the rest of the tribe think if I gave birth to another useless offspring?

The Huangyou tribe will definitely slander our bloodline as corrupt and unfit to lead the wise people, which will be a disaster for our tribe."

Anna's tears finally flowed.

She sighed heavily and hugged Mortia gently.

"Sister doesn't want you to be alone all your life. You can not have children, but you can not not get married."

"The clan is in danger right now. Let's talk about this later. Besides, I don't like women."

"W...what?" Anna opened her mouth.

"I don't like men even more. I have no desire for them anyway."

"You are such a kid, you will have it once you have experienced it."

Motia: ...

After seeing Anna off, Motia walked towards the altar in a depressed mood.

The ferocious sword appeared before him.

Mortia walked up to the altar and carefully grasped the hilt of the sword.

(End of this chapter)