"It will be a matter of time to go out and fight, but there is no rush now."
Sauron's voice was deep and low. Compared with the four newly promoted warlords, he was obviously not the kind of emotional commander, and his eyes were abnormally calm.
"But... Chief, if we don't fight and they gather forces to attack, it will be difficult to defend solely by relying on these people in the city."
"War depends on the timing. Now is the harvest season. It is not the best choice for these countries to continue to wage war—you may not know that the three human lords in the three directions have had conflicts with each other before. , so they themselves are not monolithic, understand?"
Seeing that the warlord hesitated to speak, Sauron asked again: "I asked you to count the food that the troops will use, have you figured it out?"
Several warlords looked at each other, and one of them replied in a low voice: "Chief, we... are not very good at calculating these things..."
"So just leave it alone?"
Sauron narrowed his eyes, and the scalps of the four warlords suddenly became tense, and none of them dared to raise their eyes.
"Remember, we are not the same as before. On the grassland, it is enough to count sheep, but here, if there is a mistake in the calculation of food, not only your subordinates will starve to death, but everyone will die." Let's suffer together!"
"It's... the Chief!"
"If you can't figure it out, then find those humans who can do it. I need to teach you this? Remember! If humans dare to play tricks, you know what to do."
The four warlords promised to complete the task one after another. Sauron didn't say much, because he knew that it would be good to hold a meeting with these guys and say that the other party can do one of the three things, so he simply held a meeting with one theme every time. If one thing is firmly implemented, it is considered a success.
After all, the cultural level of orcs is not high, and most of them have developed limbs and simple minds. This is something that Sauron cannot change.
After today's routine meeting ended, Sauron put on his armor and burqa as usual, and walked to the streets in the city where the orc tribes were housed for inspection—Sauron had maintained a similar habit before, but at that time he was inspecting tents in the grassland , and now patrolling the neighborhood.
The chief's personal tour is not a show, but something that goes on almost every day. Sauron was accompanied by only four guards. The orcs on both sides of the street greeted him very respectfully and respected this leader.
But Sauron's expression was always dignified. He specially visited several orc families who had just given birth, and told them that the food subsidies for the newborn families must be in place, and then returned to the inner city full of thoughts.
He now confirmed one thing: the orcs have not only become stronger physically, but also shortened their reproductive cycle.
Originally, orc pregnant women were similar to humans, giving birth only after eight months of pregnancy, but since the body of orcs began to change, successive batches of mothers gave birth to fetuses nearly a month in advance, and these babies were healthy and healthy. There is no frailty of premature babies, and the mortality rate of newborns is even lower than in the past. More than 90% have survived the initial dangerous period, and now they have begun to thrive.
However, for the last few batches of pregnant women who gave birth, the calculated birth cycle is even less than six months. But the orcs who were born are no problem—it sounds like this is a good thing that can speed up the reproduction and population expansion of the orcs, but for Sauron, these sudden changes are obviously not a gift from nature. It is an ability bestowed by a certain force.
The other orcs didn't know, but Sauron knew very well that in the nightmares he had in the past few days, the images of wars that kept flashing and the very guiding whispers all proved that everything the orcs have gained now has a price of.
Some existences want to use the orcs to achieve their goals.
In his dream, he saw human beings being destroyed by orcs, he saw tribes occupying the world and establishing a vast empire, and he saw himself wearing gorgeous armor and a blood-red crown.
But all of this did not make Sauron intoxicated and delighted.
He is very clear: in his life cycle, he must never see the moment when the orcs bulldozed the human kingdom or even established an empire. Even if the birth cycle of orcs has been shortened to half a year, but they are not cockroaches, how can they compete with the huge base of human beings in a few decades
Right now, the city might still be able to maintain stability. If he was given half of the territory of the Karen Kingdom, Sauron would be sure that he would have no way to control it—he couldn't take care of the rebellion alone, so how could he have the time to develop it
So the beauty of the grand plan in the dream did not inflate his ambitions, but instead made Sauron calm down and think...
He was an orc with an independent will, and perhaps the existence that affected his dream was not aware of this.
Outside the city of Elson, Talia, who had just boarded the train, was following Nefer with her luggage, staring at everything around her, unable to speak for a long time.
"The thirteenth row... here. Master Ethan, this is your seat. Talia and I are right behind."
"OK."
Master Ethan, who was wearing a hat and a black robe, looked at the double-decker sleeper in front of him and nodded.
Naifei put the luggage in the locker under the bed, and then pulled Lataria: "We are right next to each other, please sit here."
"Huh? Er...Okay."
Talia lifted the hem of her robe and sat in. They sat in soft sleepers, which were much more spacious than the noisy hard-seat cars ahead. Although it was a bed, the bedding on it was not cheap. Sitting on the soft mattress made Talia raise her eyebrows.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay... I just remembered the carriage at home. At first I insisted on climbing onto the carriage, but I fell down and fell stupid..." Talia obviously believed that this was something she had experienced, and sighed: "I remember waking up. After I came here, I couldn’t even speak, and for a while, it was not easy to walk and carry things.”
"It's good to recover now, don't think so much."
Speaking of this, the siren sounded from the front of the train, the carriage began to move slowly, the scenery outside the window receded, and there were only slight and regular vibrations under the feet.
"It's... amazing, it's not powered by magic? How long are we going?"
"I heard that it's burning black stones or something... Anyway, it's not powered by magic crystals. As for how long it will take, I just read on the platform that we will probably arrive at Houllier City tomorrow morning. Here is another explanation —Haha, it’s the menu for lunch and dinner, they’re all free, and there will be a flight attendant to distribute them…”
Nai Fei asked in a low voice, "By the way, does your arm hurt?"
"Fortunately, it doesn't hurt."
Talia rubbed and was tied up all night. After waking up early, she did feel a little numbness in her arms, but she recovered completely after a few movements. Looking around, she asked softly: "Then...what did I have last night? Any other reaction? Didn’t you say anything in your sleep?”
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