Stonehammer orc tribe.
On the animal skin blanket in the chief's tent, the high-level officials of the Stone Hammer orc tribe sat in a circle, all of them looked indifferent and said nothing, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.
Facing the settlement of accounts by the Three Dragons, the Stone Hammer orc tribe faced a difficult choice.
That is, it is necessary to abandon a part of the tribe, and this part of the tribe will block the enemy's pursuit.
"Father, can't we escape together?!" Sangga Shichui was quite annoyed, and he punched the animal skin blanket with his fist.
Inside the tent, everyone's eyes focused on Graeme Stonehammer, the orc chief of Stonehammer. This orc chieftain, who was in his prime, aged a lot overnight.
Sensing everyone's expectant eyes, he shook his head: "Someone must stay behind, otherwise the enemy's wolf cavalry will catch up with us, and none of them will be able to escape."
"Chief, there is no time."
The old orc who had been resting with his eyes closed opened his wrinkled eyes, and his pierced thick lips opened: "The elemental spirit told me that danger is approaching, and you must make a choice as soon as possible."
The orcs reacted violently, and the tent suddenly exploded.
"So fast?! Our tribe is so far away from the Triangle Plain!"
"That brown-skinned wild boar eats shit, why can't it be stopped for a while?!"
"..."
"Quiet!" Graeme yelled.
Everyone fell silent immediately.
Under everyone's gaze, Graeme stood up with his hammer in hand, and looked around: "My wrong decision has brought the tribe to the brink of destruction. I will stay and die on the battlefield to make up for my mistakes."
"Chief, it's not your fault. It was agreed by everyone after discussing together."
"The Stonehammer tribe cannot do without your leadership..."
"There's no need to persuade, I've made my decision, and if I don't die, the dragon's anger will not be appeased," Graeme interrupted everyone, looking at his most outstanding son.
"Sangga, from now on, you are the new chieftain of Stone Hammer, take the cubs on the wolf, and escape! The farther you can escape, the better!"
The word "flee" is so harsh to the orcs who love the honor of warriors, it can almost be equated with timidity and shame.
But at this time, Sangga couldn't say any words of rejection, not because he was afraid of death, but because he knew that his task was more arduous and more important than leaving behind the clansmen who died in battle, because he was carrying the fire of the stone hammer.
"Shaman, the tribe needs your wisdom, you evacuate with Sanga."
"I don't need it anymore," the shaman, who has always been obedient, disagreed: "My old bones won't last long, I can't run anymore, my apprentice will take over for me."
Graeme didn't say much anymore, he opened the curtain of the tent and walked out, squinting his eyes at the sun in the sky, took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "The clansmen of Stone Hammer!"
Hearing the chief's shout, the orcs who packed their bags and whispered in whispers suddenly fell silent, looking at the majestic figure in the center of the tribe.
"I am your chief—Graeme Stonehammer! We have failed! I should not have trusted human promises! I have killed everyone! I have killed the Stonehammer tribe! I have no face to face my ancestors!"
"The army of evil dragons will come soon. I will stay to stop them and buy time for everyone to evacuate, but I can't do it alone."
"Warrior of Stonehammer, now, as an ordinary orc, I beg you to stay and fight alongside me, and buy time for everyone to retreat."
"Whoever is willing to stay, come to me. Others, follow Stone Hammer's new chieftain—Sanga Stone Hammer. He will take you to find a new home!"
The Stonehammer orcs consciously divided into two groups. The women, children and most of the young warriors followed Sanga Stonehammer, leading the wargs carrying food and fresh water to the east. side of the chief.
An hour later, Sanlong saw the Shihammer orc tribe in the distance from the sky. A large group of orcs lit multiple bonfires on the grass outside the tribe, and the smell of meat wafted far away.
"Huh? This group of orcs didn't escape! They are still in the mood to have a bonfire banquet!" The green dragon, Olivia, was angry and curious at the same time.
Compared with Berthasa who left the tribe and fled, the chief of the Stonehammer orcs was undoubtedly much more responsible. After the battle failed, he took his tribe and fled, and the direction was very clear, which was the direction of the Stonehammer tribe.
"There is no one in the tribe, these guys outside should be dead," Jose's eyes flickered.
He vaguely understood the plan of this group of orcs, to fight to the end to buy time for the retreating tribesmen, and at the same time hoped that the lives of himself and others could appease the dragon's anger and make the three dragons give up chasing and killing the remaining tribesmen.
The courage to die generously is admirable, but it is no reason to spare the enemy.
After flying close, Sanlong saw the age structure of the left-behind orcs, half of them were old people, half were middle-aged orcs, and young orcs only accounted for a small part, so he confirmed his guess.
With the arrival of the three dragons and the army of monsters, the orcs stopped their gluttonous feast, followed the chief silently, and confronted the army of monsters at a distance.
Jose circled around the head of the orcs, and found that there were more than 26,000 orcs, slightly less than the 30,000 monster army.
Although the number of his own side was superior, and the old orcs accounted for half of the total number of orcs, Jose did not dare to underestimate them.
Those who are soft are afraid of those who are hard, those who are hard are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stupefied are afraid of dying. This group of broken stone hammer orcs is desperate. Before they die, they will definitely leave a deep memory for the monster army.
"Interesting! Interesting! You still have the guts to stay! Graeme Stone Hammer!"
"Dragon! Orc warriors are fearless!" After deciding to die, Graeme Stone Hammer became much more energetic. He puffed up his chest and boldly responded to the words of the red dragon.
"Since there is nothing to fear, why did most of the orcs evacuate early?"
Graeme Stonehammer choked for a moment and didn't respond. He looked up at the red dragon hovering in the sky: "Dragon! Do you dare to come down and fight with me!"
"Joke! Last time the six of you teamed up and didn't take advantage of me! Now you are alone! What gave you the courage to say this?!"
"It doesn't count last time!" Graeme Stonehammer was a little annoyed when he mentioned this matter.
The fact that six masters joined forces and failed to take advantage of a young dragon made people laugh, and it was definitely black history.
"Last time it was your sneak attack! Your ability to get angry is too weird! This time I am prepared! I may not lose to you!"
"Your arrogance will bring you failure and death!"
In fact, Jose agreed with the words of the orc chief.
My family knows my own affairs, last time it was indeed to take advantage of the surprise attack, the six master-level powerhouses did not understand his abilities, they had scruples, and they didn't want to work hard, this made him push back the six masters all at once. Miracle.
In essence, he is not much stronger than a master-level powerhouse. If he is in a life-and-death battle with the orc chief, with the ability to recover from injuries of [Phoenix Heart], the probability of a miserable victory is relatively high.
Still, that was the old Jose.
Now he has a legendary [Dana Shield] on his body, even if he can't fully utilize the power of this legendary equipment, it can still increase his combat effectiveness by a large amount.
Killing the most troublesome chief first will greatly damage the morale of the orcs and reduce the loss of the dependent army.
Thinking of this, he fell to the ground.
The limbs touched the grass, and the wings were gathered behind the back. Jose said in a deep voice: "Since you are looking for death! Then I will fulfill you!"
"Wait!" Graeme Stonehammer said loudly: "If I win! You will let my tribesmen go! How about it?"
Jose frowned.
He can understand the thoughts of the orc chieftain - to fight for the hope of life for the people who follow him.
In all fairness, if it weren't for the hostility, Jose would have liked these orcs quite a bit.
Orcs have a clear distinction between likes and hates, and they don't have so many tricks. Their loyalty is the loyalty of life and death, and they rarely betray, and their combat effectiveness is not weak.
It's just, unfortunately...
Jose asked back: "So, what if you lose?!"
"If I lose... oh..." Graeme Stone Hammer scratched his head in distress, and he realized that he didn't have any bargaining chips.
Had I known this earlier, I should have kept some pigs and sheep.
He was a little annoyed: "If I lose, I will let you handle it!"
"Heh! You orc has learned to play tricks!" Jose said with a sneer on his face, "Why don't you let me deal with you if you lose?!"
"I have nothing to give you. Apart from us, the Stone Hammer Tribe only has these tents."
"What did that Pinnock guy impress you with?"
A look of desolation flashed in Graeme Stone Hammer's eyes: "He didn't give us anything, he just promised that if he wins, the Kingdom of Dana will help the Stone Hammer tribe return to the Orc Empire."
"I see."
Jose suddenly realized, no wonder the stone hammer orcs were the ones who contributed the most and worked the hardest among the indigenous coalition forces. It turned out that there was such a promise.
In the south of the Tidanor continent, to the west of the most prosperous area of human civilization is the territory of the orcs - the orc empire.
The orc tribe and the orc empire in the northern prairie are in the same line.
During the Fourth Era more than 2,800 years ago, the orcs and humans competed for the supremacy of the mainland. The orcs failed and lost a large area of territory. They were driven to the west of the first mountain range in the mainland - the Sunset Mountains.
But not all the orcs retreated in time. Those who did not have time to retreat were either driven to extinction by humans, or hid in remote areas, and the northern prairie was a major destination for the orcs to retreat.
Even though more than two thousand years have passed, the orcs in the northern prairie still want to return to the empire. The distant empire represents their glory and is their spiritual pillar.
However, these orcs are naive, and they actually believed the promise of Dana Kingdom.
That's right, the Dana Kingdom has an outlet to the sea, and the Orc Empire can be reached through the Strait of Storms, but there is no route to the Orc Empire.
You must know that opening a new route does not happen overnight. There are more dangerous creatures in the sea than on land, and they are more difficult to deal with. Even if there are safe routes, there are many cases of accidents every year, let alone no routes.
However, I can't blame the orcs for this. I don't know much about the situation on the mainland, and I'm eager to return to the empire. It's normal to be fooled by the Dana people.
Anyway, seeing the orc chief's stupidity, Jose was a bit reluctant to kill him.
The Red Dragon went to the Kingdom of Dana to rob several nobles this time, and they might have been targeted by the dragon slaying warriors. If they can take a master-level peak fighter for their own use, their safety will be more secure.
"If you lose, you will become my servant and serve me, how about that?"
Hearing this, Graeme Stonehammer clenched the warhammer in his hand and stared at the red dragon with angry eyes: "Dragon! You are insulting the glory of an orc warrior! Orcs will never be slaves!"
"Okay! Alright!" Jose waved his hands without being angry.
In that case, don't blame me, wow ha ha ha...
"Well, I appreciate the bravery and fearlessness of orc warriors," Jose casually thought of a passable reason: "If you pay me the war indemnity, I won't hold you accountable, emmm..., let me do the math, war The amount of compensation should be appropriate."
"Wait!" Graeme Stone Hammer interrupted the Red Dragon, and said thoughtlessly, "Stone Hammer doesn't have much money! I used all my previous savings to buy weapons!"
Behind him, the shaman hastily pulled the chief's clothes.
"It doesn't matter, I accept the arrears! You can work with me, just pay back the money slowly!" Jose smiled, as if he had seen 70,000 to 80,000 free fighting power, the kind of death without compensation.
The shaman secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Compared with the large number of people who died in battle, the fleeing people led by Sangga were displaced and went to unknown areas to survive. It is a good choice to pay off debts by working and paying off debts.
Graeme Stone Hammer received the shaman's message, for fear that the Red Dragon would go back on his word: "Okay, you can figure out how much the war indemnity should be."
"Just calculate the number of orc warriors sent by the Stone Hammer tribe. How many warriors Stone Hammer sent in total? Tell me about the types and strength of the soldiers."
"This time the Stonehammer orcs sent a total of 12,000 warriors, including 2,000 wolf cavalry, 500 junior warriors, 40 middle-rank warriors, 3 high-rank warriors, and myself as a master."
"Okay, the orc warriors are brave and fearless, and their combat power is better than human mercenaries anyway. Let's calculate it at 1.5 times the salary of human mercenaries, how about it? This is fair!"
The orcs puffed up their chests. This is indeed the reason. The orc warriors are much braver than humans.
Graeme Stone Hammer nodded: "Fair, let's calculate it like this."
The shaman's lips moved, but he still didn't make a sound in the end.
Although he didn't have much knowledge, he was definitely well-informed among the Stone Hammer orcs, and he knew something about the mercenary market.
Although the orc warriors are stronger than humans, there is nothing they can do. In the northern prairie, the orcs have no status and their lives are cheap. The employment fees of orc warriors are kept very low, often only 70 to 80% of human mercenaries of the same level, while the red dragon Doubled the hire cost of orc warriors.
But now that people are offering knives and we are fish, and the chief has already agreed, he can only bear it.
On the other side, Jose continued to calculate: "Human mercenaries perform combat missions for one day, and the employment fee is one gold coin. The employment fee for non-combat time is..., and the employment fee for professionals is much higher. It's even higher... 12,000 orcs participated in two battles and were stationed for three days. All in all, the employment fee for the orcs to participate in the battle was more than 80,000 gold coins, so let's count it as 80,000."
Graeme Stonehammer was dazzled by a series of numbers, and looked back at the only high-ranking shaman in the tribe, his eyes full of questions.
Seeing that the shaman nodded, he was relieved: "Okay! Just 80,000 gold coins for war compensation!"
"etc!"
Jose stared at the orc chief: "You may have made a mistake. This is just the employment fee for your appearance. As a compensation for the war reparation, it must be multiplied by 10,000!"
(end of this chapter)