As for the subsequent changes in the world pattern, he will be the one to accomplish the ceremony by leading the orcs to rise!
The lost treasure and the rising orcs, these two together should be enough for the ceremony!
Perhaps Sanchez took all this for granted, but how much choice does he have
Even if something unexpected happens along the way, it doesn't matter much. Sanchez feels that no matter how you look at it now, the final profit will be just the difference between a small profit and a big profit.
Anyway, rather than going back to cooperate with the Lord of Shadows, whose depth and motives are unclear, Sanchez would rather jump out of the chessboard at the cost of offending Victory.
And this time he had no intention of offending Shengli to death.
The Carroll deal was one of them.
He did help the orcs, but he was not directly fighting against the Faith of Victory or Victory himself.
After all, he was taking the buying and selling route, rather than just bringing the orcs to knock on the door!
There is room for this!
The only problem is that Sanchez doesn't know whether Victory will accept this leeway.
But as mentioned earlier, Sanchez no longer has many options.
Queen Carol hesitated for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and said:
"I will do my best to meet your request, but where and when do you want me to deliver these orcs to you?"
"Just find a place near the border of your country. It would be best if it were within the next few days. Oh, and don't continue to abuse the orcs you are going to hand over to me! I don't ask you to take good care of them, but at least treat them like human beings!"
"I see."
After finishing speaking, Carol lowered his head again and couldn't help but ask:
"But do you really know what you are doing?"
Carol was not stupid, she had roughly guessed what Sanchez was going to do, but she just said that she didn't know about King Monger's legacy yet.
But even so, Sanchez's scenario was enough to surprise and unsettle her.
Because this batch of orcs were given out from her!
Sanchez was a little impatient and said:
"I am willing to talk to you calmly, not because you are qualified, but it is in my best interest for you to be intact! Do you understand? You have no right to ask me why! You are not your own god!"
Carol bowed her head deeply again. But she quickly said:
"If, if possible, I hope you can give me more time. In compensation, I will bring you more orcs."
"You want to purchase orc slaves at home or abroad as a third party? Forget it. Don't even think about hiding such a large number. It's better to openly announce to the public that I bought these orcs."
This is obviously impossible, and Sanchez doesn't want to delay any longer.
"But."
"I told you, you have no right to talk to me!"
Carol could only say helplessly:
"I see."
"That's good! I'm waiting for your good news!"
After saying this, Sanchez disappeared into the room.
Carol was left alone, feeling moody and uncertain.
-
In the city of Geling.
As the victory festival approaches, the residents of Geling City are working hard to decorate their city.
Although it was a dark age, at least on holidays, everyone wanted to make themselves more comfortable.
Moreover, the main force that worked hard to decorate the city was not the residents but the nobles and the church!
It's not that the nobles and church masters have suddenly become generous.
But they know that there are many times and ways to squeeze money from the poor, but that is definitely not a victory sacrifice!
The victory festival was poorly organized. It wasn't their faces that were slapped, but the goddess's face!
So the church and the nobles were quite generous at the victory festival!
On the streets of the city, Mozo was chatting with the tall officer as if they were attracted to each other.
They were all standing at the windows of the tavern, looking down at the two armies advancing in completely opposite directions.
These are the troops sent by Marquis Bill to relieve the guard.
"how?"
"It's not good or bad. Some of our people have been replaced, but they will leave the team and rush back at night. There is no need to worry about it. They have already thought of a countermeasure."
"Well, that's good."
"What about you?"
Mozo said without hesitation:
"Don't worry about me. I will take action as soon as you start."
Then Mozo asked again:
"But have you heard any special news recently?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Nothing, just in case."
"No, no, that can't be said. I heard from some of my companions that a considerable number of orcs in Geling City were transported out."
"Orcs?"
"Yes! I heard that only one in ten orcs are left in Geling City now."
"Do you know where it was taken?"
"I don't know. It has nothing to do with our plan. There have been similar cases before, and it was usually a big client that bought the orcs."
Hearing this, Mozo nodded and reached out to touch the wooden sculpture given to him by the great shaman in his arms.
Mozo thought about cooperating with the orcs. After all, Mozo really didn't think that the orcs should be blamed for what happened back then after so many years.
After all, the orcs today have probably replaced even the long-lived high-sequences many times.
However, the orcs' hatred for the Hazel region made Mozo dare not look for them.
Mozo was worried that the orcs would come and start a crazy, uncontrolled massacre.
"I understand. We have talked long enough. You can go back first."
"Okay, please remember that we will start the action at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
"rest assured!"
After saying that, the two of them separated and waited for tomorrow's opening amid countless people's anxiety, silence, and excitement!
334 Let us take back the utopia promised by God! (4k)
When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning broke through the cold sky and reached Ge Ling.
The twenty-seven large bell towers erected around the Goling Palace rang the bells that marked the beginning of the Victory Festival. These twenty-seven bell towers also represented the twenty-seven heroes of the time of Emperor Baggins.
They were the pioneers who followed Emperor Baggins. They were the ones who brought the warm spring in that cold winter.
When Mozzo in the Marquis Bill's mansion heard the bells ringing, he couldn't help but stop and look.
He should have had a share of the 27 bell towers, but he declined because he felt that the glory should be left to his comrades who had been fighting on the front line.
Just as he had been in the rear during the war with King Mong, he had basically stayed behind the scenes even during the founding of the country.
Therefore, Mozo has always felt that those who have made concrete actions and shed blood should be commemorated more.
To this day, Mozo still remembers who these twenty-seven bell towers represent. This is not due to the nameless book, but purely because Mozo himself remembers it clearly.
Because even in the dream opera, they were still like-minded partners, and seventeen out of twenty-seven people failed to found a country, and the remaining ten all died in battle on the Orc Steppe.
In the end, even Baggins died on his way back home.
In the past, Mozo only thought that this dream opera was so resilient, but now he just thinks it is a heroic nightmare.
Obviously, he and Baggins were partners at first just because his name was Baggins. But in the end, they were not part of the Fellowship of the Ring, but they created a legend that could not be defeated in any history!
'We once fought for an absolutely noble dream, and now everything we have worked so hard to build has been trampled underfoot, my friends.'
The melodious bell sounds continued to ring in Mozo's ears.
It was as if the horn of that year had transcended the limitations of time and space and reappeared in Mozo's ears.
"What is it, my friend? We should go to the palace. Or would you like to walk around the city by yourself first?"
Marquis Bill appeared beside Mozo with a smile.
Mozo also looked at Marquis Bill.
'Friends? No, we are not friends. We are just temporarily together for our own interests. I want to use you, and you want to use me.'
'My friends in this land died long ago, on the way to your dawn. But you don't thank them, and you are still trampling on everything they have!'
'The fruits of victory do not belong to you. You are just a bunch of shameful termites dancing on the corpses of heroes! '
'You think you defeated the hero? No, you just defeated the hero's expectations of you!'
But the more this happened, the more Mozo smiled:
"Of course I want to go to the palace."
'Only in this way can I make you regret what you have done!'
"Then come with me! I always remember that you can't drink, so I prepared something else for you! Morning dew from the sacred tree forest!"
"I've never tasted water this delicious. It's obviously not irritating at all. Well, I can't really describe how I feel about it. Anyway, you should try it. And you must thank the Iron Bank, if it weren't for them opening up the elves' trade route."
"Otherwise, no matter how rich I am, I can't buy these from those xenophobic long-eared people."
"You like the morning dew from the Sacred Forest? Well, in recognition of your help, I will bring dew from the feet of the Twin Sacred Trees to your grave in the future!"
“That’s great!”
However, on the carriage to the Geling Palace, after Mozo took a small sip, he frowned and secretly spit it back into the cup in his hand.
It’s not that the taste is bad, it’s just that Mozo always feels something is weird, at least it’s different from what he has tasted before.
But Mozo couldn't tell what was strange about it, but he didn't plan to drink it again.
-
As Mozo arrived at the Imperial Palace, in front of the armory under the outer wall of the left city of Geling.
Because it was a wonderful celebration like the Victory Festival, the defenders in front of the armory were rewarded with a lot of good wine by their superiors.
Although it is certainly not comparable to what Marquis Bill poured out to Mozo, it is also extremely good for the soldiers.
After Meimei drank a lot, many defenders sat on the ground and became dazed.
After all, this group of people had been standing guard since early morning, and it was almost time for them to change shifts.
Soon they also waited for the arrival of the troops who came to replace them.
However, in a daze, their slow brains still realized that the number of soldiers coming to change shifts seemed to be a little more
Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. What matters is that I can finally go back and have a good sleep!
Without waiting for the two sides to start the handover, the previous defenders supported each other and left the armory.
In front of the armory's sealed steel door, the leading sergeant leaned against the door, trying to stay awake, ready to make the handover.
As the people who were changing guards came forward, the sergeant looked at them with a bit of surprise, seeing that there were obviously too many people, and asked:
"Why are there so many people here?"
"It's said above, double duty today!"
"so?"