"Owen."
A loud voice was heard at the entrance of the hall, followed by a majestic momentum.
The giant dragons turned around and saw a dragon shadow taller than any of them standing at the door, with a pair of huge golden dragon eyes that seemed to see through everything.
"sorry Sorry!"
The bronze dragon Owen was like a puppy who had done something wrong. He lowered his slender neck, hugged his head with his paws, and apologized desperately.
"Chairman, Owen is just curious. There's no need to do this, right?" The black dragon closed Yang Yu's data interface. "Look how scared the child is."
"Owen is the youngest member of the Dragon Council. It's good to be curious, but curiosity also needs to be used in due time and in a proper manner.
The so-called heroes must have been born bathed in countless blood, and our duty now is to witness this history.
If you know too much at the beginning, you will put yourself in the shoes of a certain person and will not be able to make an objective evaluation. "
"Yes Yes"
Bronze Dragon Owen's words were clearly lacking in confidence.
The dragon shadow's golden eyes closed slightly, then slowly opened again after a while, looking at the bronze dragon Owen.
"As a representative of the bronze dragon, there's no need to be so startled. You've seen me for a long time, and I won't eat you. Hold your chest up straight!"
"Yes," Owen responded weakly.
"Um?"
"yes!"
The bronze dragon Owen immediately straightened his chest, and his voice of response suddenly became louder.
Long Ying nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "If you are interested in him, it won't be too late to get to know him after the war is over. The premise is that you are still interested in him by then.
Now work hard.”
"Yes!" The bronze dragon Owen answered in a resounding voice, and then immediately checked the bubbles beside him.
The golden pupils slowly narrowed their gaze, and Long Ying walked into the palace step by step.
Among the huge dragons, a male dragon man the size of a human with two horns slowly walked out. He was dressed in a white robe with gold patterns, and was extremely handsome and dignified. The back of his outstretched hand was covered with colorful dragon scales.
He did not observe the situation on the battlefield, but summoned a bubble of his own to search for something. Then, he walked out with a serious expression.
After he left, the dragons in the palace resumed their discussion.
"Come to think of it, besides that man, there is another human being in the Wansheng National Army."
The black dragon Hei Luo's hoof-like claws tapped in the air again, and another small bubble condensed in the air. It pulled down slightly, and Bai Jin's race column appeared in front of everyone.
"A pure human." The pink dragon Melubi was a little surprised.
Not only her, other dragons also became interested.
Hei Luo found Bai Jin, who had dyed her hair golden, on the battlefield.
“From her appearance, she should be mistaken for an elf, but I don’t think an orc’s nose would be misleading.
In addition, her intelligence is already very high now, and is about to reach S+
A magician with S+ intelligence will exert a lot of pressure on the battlefield."
Marios said, "It's OK if her overall rating is lower than S+. She's far from qualified and her shortcomings are obvious. It's unclear why she's there, so be careful in case she uses powerful large-scale magic."
"Yeah, that's right. Keep an eye on it for now. They've started marching. Switch to other troops' situations."
Hei Luo swiped his claws, and the scene on the bubble quickly switched, freezing on a large army of marching orcs. Leading the way was a middle-aged man with pointed ears on his head and a short furry tail behind him.
The entire team was in low morale, but they continued to move forward in the snow as the wind and snow gradually subsided.
The original 300,000-strong Central Recapture Army left behind some people because they were afraid that the Rose Empire would encircle them from behind; another part of them was lost due to the unexpected appearance of the snowman, and then they were hit again and again, and the complete army was shattered into pieces.
Even the troops that the Great General personally led to break out had less than 30,000 men left.
To make matters worse, due to the fact that some troops of the Rose Empire encircled from the rear, the orc soldiers in charge of logistics suffered heavy losses. Even if they escaped, they were already seriously disconnected from the team.
During the days of fleeing, the soldiers had difficulty getting enough food and clothing.
Orcs with excellent endurance can still survive by digging plants under the snow, but most of the orc soldiers have become increasingly thin. They can even feel the merciless cold on the Cerrovomen Plain like humans.
If this continues, let alone retaking the Cerro Vomen Plain, they will continue to lose manpower in the layers of human siege, and their manpower will be exhausted, eventually leading to no way to resist human attacks in the spring and summer.
"So that's how it is. The reason they are shrinking the battle line is to disperse our troops and continuously reduce our strength.
Let every small unit run around in a hurry, and finally catch us all in one fell swoop."
Akiket clenched his fists tightly, but he could do nothing.
All he could do now was to find the lost troops as much as possible, withdraw from the Cerro Vomen Plain, replenish supplies, and then make long-term plans.
During the retreat, the team encountered several encirclement and blockades, and the retreat direction changed several times.
Although the orcs have keen hearing and sense of smell, most of them cannot find their way around easily when there is a lack of objects that can identify directions.
Previously, they relied on a city they had seen before to identify the direction, but that city was also occupied by Rose's troops.
As they approached, the Rose defenders on the city wall used the sturdy walls to launch long-range attacks.
Since all the siege ladders were discarded in the hasty escape, and the soldiers of the Rose Empire were eyeing them covetously from behind, the orc soldiers were unable to capture the city and complete the supply, and could only choose to continue to evacuate.
Time passed little by little, and it was time for dinner again.
Each soldier was only given a little warm juice, which was quickly gone.
This little bit of food could not relieve the coldness they felt.
After a few orcs finished eating, they huddled together near the older orcs to keep each other warm.
Some of the general race of orcs will gradually grow warm fur as they age, becoming more and more animal-like.
In the past, many young orcs would stay away from middle-aged and elderly orcs because of this characteristic, but now the situation is changing.
"General, eat."
A young general with a horsetail handed Ajiket a piece of meager food.
"If you don't eat it now, it will get cold."
"I'm not hungry, share it with others!" Ajiket looked into the distance without looking back at the young man with ponytail.
The ponytailed young man was silent for a while, but never took his hand away, waiting for Ajiket's response.
About a minute later, Ajiket turned around, and the young man with the ponytail immediately smiled, thinking that Ajiket had changed his mind.
However, the next moment he saw the extremely serious expression on Ajiket's face.
"Notify all troops to prepare for evacuation!"
(End of this chapter)