Duke of Grief

The voices of the "incompetent emperor" and the "cowardly" came to his ears during the three days when Caesar XIII took a break.

These are the pronouns used by the soldiers underneath to describe him. From these titles, Caesar XIII can know how deeply they resent him.

But he is still preparing his negotiating plan step by step, without giving up and decadence because of these voices.

Before he set off, he was already mentally prepared to face these things. The things he was doing were doomed to be understood by many people. Even if he understood, he would not necessarily support him to do so.

In these three days, he had not been able to take a good rest. Even after arriving here, the group of nobles had not given up to stop him from negotiating.

And this time they even planned to kill him, no longer as scrupulous as before.

However, three days have passed, and he has made all the preparations, and it is time to set off for the negotiation location!

The carriage pulled by several mechanical horses slowly drove away from Orosa. The neatly equipped knights and soldiers followed the horses. Everyone's face was solemn. They looked at the distance and looked at the piece in front. "Dead" came to my eyes.

Even if it wasn’t the first time they saw it, it was the first time they had set foot on this land, and they hadn’t even moved away from Orosa. The vegetation stepped on by their feet was already a secluded orchid.

Under the north wall, it was a barren land without any vegetation, where the stench and rancid smell lingered.

But not far from the city wall, where they are now, there is a breath of ‘life’.

The vegetation eroded by negative energy has somehow been quietly transformed into a blue color, and this land has become the best place to breed undead.

And this large piece of grass contaminated with negative energy extends from under the northern wall of Orosa to the extreme point of their sight. Looking around, it will always be a blue orchid.

This is the battlefield, and it’s all ‘battlefield’ in the sight!

Every time the blood poured on this land can make this land further change to the environment of the "death plane". Since a long time ago, the dead monarchs have been watching here, and now this area is even more Has reached a peak.

Caesar XIII sat in the carriage and looked through the glass window at the blue grassland outside the window.

Looking at the grassland, he felt like he was walking on the field under the moonlight, and the moonlight quietly infiltrated the land...

The emperor took a deep breath and covered his chest like he was blocked by something, making it difficult to breathe.

He was watched by the soldiers and officers, and he could feel the gaze from those soldiers until he got into the carriage.

They do not want this war to end, because they have a hunch that if the war is over, they may never have the opportunity to avenge—and the fact is almost the same.

Caesar XIII will not let war break out again, and he will also let his successor, like him, stop the war between humans and orcs.

As long as he can allow those with vested interests to see greater benefits, then they will choose to give up this part of the benefits.

This is why he wants to promote the progress and development of magic energy technology and mechanics. Satellite technology allows him to see the possibility of the Assatom world going to the astral world. Compared with the unowned land in the astral world, the orc prairie The benefits can be said to be minimal, not enough to allow those with vested interests to put most of their attention there.

He is ready, and then he will not only explain this to the nobles of the empire, but also talk to the orcs’ patriarchs to let them know where the future of humans and orcs should go.

I don't know whether it was fortunate or for other reasons. Caesar XIII and his party did not encounter the undead in this lively earth, which is full of death and everywhere.

They successfully arrived at the negotiation site-where the orcs had built a tall stone building, although the nobility in the accompanying court looked quite rough, but they also had to admit that it had a rough and brutal strange beauty .

In order to show his sincerity, the emperor made an uncontested opinion, and let the carriage walk in front of the team, followed by soldiers and knights.

The huge team was noticed by the orcs from a distance, they were silent, but the heavy breathing sounds continued in the slightly chaotic camp.

When they saw the horses with ‘heavy armor’ and the carriage they were pulling, their first thought was to grab these things in their hands.

However, their "sacrifice god" has warned them many times in the past few days that they are not allowed to take action against the human team. Unless humans attack them first, they are not allowed to do anything no matter what.

Although they were very dissatisfied with this, the orc’s social structure had determined that no matter how dissatisfied they were, they could not deny the superior’s decision—unless their fists were larger than the superior, in that case, they could themselves become 'Superior'.

This social structure guarantees the orc’s competitiveness and combat effectiveness in the past era, but for the ‘future’, this is a burden, even a ‘hinder’.

After this negotiation, the orc lord **** will voluntarily give up the position of ‘lord god’, because the **** of sacrifice is more intelligent than him.

The unpolished stone columns support the dome of the building, and there is enough distance between the two stone columns to allow sufficient light inside the building.

There is no clear front, rear, left or right of the building, because this is just a place where people can shelter from the wind and rain, and there is no ‘door door’.

Lille tightened the reins with his left hand wearing a mechanical arm, and the mechanical horse stopped.

He glanced deeply at the shadowed area of ​​the huge building and turned around and said softly, "Your Majesty, we are here."

Before the court guard arrived at the carriage, the door of the carriage was pushed open, their hands stiffened in the air, and they saw the majesty they served jumped directly from the carriage.

With a trembling body, they hurried away to protect Caesar XIII.

Glancing at the cloak covered with grass scraps, the emperor stepped on the soft grass and walked to the orc camp.

Boom!

The soldiers and knights dismounted and followed his majesty's footsteps, but at this moment, there was a thunder on the flat ground.

Hula!

The orcs walked out of the camp and were scattered into two columns, the strong standing inside, and the weak, the old and the weak women and children standing outside.

All orcs spontaneously stepped out of the camp, and even babies who were unable to move by themselves were carried out by their elders.

The ancestor drums of each tribe were also lifted out by them. When the drumsticks fell on the drum surface and made a thunderous sound, the orcs standing on both sides of the road would stomped their feet, pound their chests with both hands, and roared up in the sky.

Caesar XIII's footsteps were only a slight stagnation, so he pushed away the guard who was standing in front of him, and with a deep look, Lille and the legendary strongman continued to move forward.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" The guards and knights, as well as the court nobles who accompanied the team, were anxious and shouted in a hurry.

But Caesar XIII did not stop his pace and moved on.

Boom!

Hula!

Boom!

Hula!

Boom!

Hula!

The orcs of "Welcome to the Road" exude a thick sour smell. Their faces are painted with ugly color paintings, combined with those fierce and evil faces, and they really scared the court nobles and guards.

But they did not laugh at those timid humans at this time, they put their eyes on another human.

Caesar XIII's footsteps are not in a hurry, and the big red cloak drags on the ground~www.NovelMTL.com~ has long been dirty.

However, he wore a scepter and a crown, and walked through the passage formed by the orcs gathering without changing his face. His posture was majestic, as if the land under his feet were all land. There was nothing to worry about.

The drums of war shook like thunder, and gradually, the orcs stopped their roars, but the drums became denser.

Boom! ! !

Dozens of ancestor war drums were struck at the same time, and the strong orcs standing inside did not say a word, raised their weapons high, and then dropped—

"His Majesty!!!"

A few people in the team behind Caesar XIII saw this scene and uttered a terrible scream, and even one person passed out. The soldiers roared and fought crossly.

"Stop!"

The voice of Caesar XIII overshadowed all the voices, and the movements of the soldiers stopped. They stared at the sword and hung on the emperor's head with a stunned look, as long as they dropped a little more, Caesar XIII's head Will be cut off.

Lille loosened his clenched fists, and the legends took their stance, but none of their frowning brows spread out.

Caesar XIII stood and looked around, seeing a pair of eyes full of anger, and seeing one arm after another with green muscles.

They are trying to curb the thought and urge to kill themselves!

After seeing their eyes and performance, Caesar XIII immediately responded, but said nothing and continued to move forward.

With a sharp or stagnant edge, Caesar XIII stepped towards the temporary temple of the orc goddess.

Eventually, he walked up the stairs and stood in front of the temple, looking at the shadow in the temple, and raised the corner of his mouth.

"The orc **** of war, under the golden crown of the urn, I'm here!"

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