The Tianduan Mountain Range stretches and undulates, forming a natural barrier at the westernmost end of the Western Territory.
In the hearts of people in the western region, the Tianduan Mountains are the dividing line between civilization and barbarism.
However, barbarism will never stop coveting civilization.
When the orcs were torn apart, the western region could handle it alone, but when the orcs established a unified empire, things became more complicated...
The turbulent clouds transmit the faint sunlight, but once it is covered by the shade of the trees in the mountains, there is not much light left.
Even in the daytime, there is a gloomy atmosphere in the Tianduan Mountain Range.
Walking on the rugged mountain road, Viscount Benson panted and asked:
"How far is it?"
Hearing this, the guide leading the way stopped in his tracks, and turned his head to reveal an ugly and ferocious face—it was an orc.
"It's not far away." The orc guide grinned, showing ferocious fangs.
He is three meters tall, his body is muscular, and there are two spiral horns behind his ears. His dark green skin is covered with strange paints, and there is a permeating light between his breaths, as if with There is a certain strange magic.
Viscount Benson didn't seem to dare to meet the orc's eyes, he quickly lowered his head and continued on his way.
The orc guide smiled contemptuously, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, but he finally endured it and continued to move forward.
The two walked for another three hours. Viscount Benson was so tired that he was about to collapse, and finally came to a valley.
The trees in the valley have been cleared and turned into a huge military camp.
The dense tents are scattered in the valley in a disorderly manner, and the edge cannot be seen at a glance. Pillars of smoke rose from the barracks, and it seemed that dinner was being prepared.
Viscount Benson took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and straightened his messy clothes.
As an envoy of the Glorious Empire, he must maintain proper etiquette and posture.
Of course, if possible, Viscount Benson didn't want to take this job at all.
Because according to past experience, few of the envoys who sent out to the orcs could come back alive.
These orcs only know how to kill, how can they possibly understand diplomatic etiquette.
But there was no way, Emperor Reinhardt ordered Viscount Benson to come, so Viscount Benson could only bite the bullet and come.
Viscount Benson is also very clear that this is the emperor's punishment for him - the behavior of the Benson family in Falcon City to curry favor with the northern border was obviously regarded as a betrayal by the emperor, and now, the liquidation is coming.
Following the orc guide into the camp, Viscount Benson tried his best to maintain his calm and demeanor, but the ferocious appearance of countless ferocious orc soldiers grinning at him along the way still made him shudder.
Finally, the orc guide stopped in front of a huge tent that was obviously different.
Viscount Benson also stood still in front of the tent, looking straight at him, silently praying to the Lord of Radiance in his heart.
call-
The curtain of the tent was lifted by a big thick hand, and then a huge figure with a height of five meters came out.
Boom! Boom!
The ground trembled under his footsteps, and the air was filled with the smell of blood along with his breathing.
Viscount Benson raised his head with great effort, his throat rolled uncontrollably, and he couldn't even say a word of greeting that he had prepared.
"What did your human emperor send you here for?"
The thick voice carried a great sense of oppression, causing Viscount Benson to tremble with his legs, and said tremblingly:
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty would like... to discuss with you... the possibility of peaceful coexistence of the two empires..."
"Peace?" The orc emperor Saruman showed two rows of ferocious fangs, looked past Viscount Benson, and slowly swept across the faces of the orc officers gathered behind him, and asked loudly, "Do you accept peace?"
"No!"
"Kill all humans!"
"waaaaaaaaagh!"
…
The strange screams of ghosts and wolves coming from behind made Viscount Benson no longer have any luck. He also didn't care about envoy etiquette and the face of the empire. He didn't dare to refute the provocative remarks of the orc emperor. He just lowered his head and remained silent.
At this time, Viscount Benson just wanted to save his life.
Emperor Saruman didn't even bother to look at Viscount Benson again, as if he thought it was a waste to look at this cowardly human messenger.
call-
Emperor Saruman took a deep breath and let it out.
A strong murderous air filled the entire valley in an instant, and countless orc soldiers fell silent, but their eyes were all red—
It was as red as if it could bleed.
"My warriors, open your eyes and look to the east!" The huge body of Saruman the Great stood proudly, like a demon god descended into the world:
"There are the best mountains and rivers, the most fertile land, the warmest sunshine, and the most suitable environment for living. Are you willing to leave these things to such cowardly waste?"
"Not reconciled!"
"Kill those trash in the east!"
"waaaaaaaaagh!"
…
Viscount Benson, who had lowered his head in silence, suddenly stopped trembling, and he slowly raised his head, with a complex expression on his face, including anger and fear.
But he still struggled to stand upright.
It's a pity that in front of the beast-like Emperor Saruman, Viscount Benson was as thin as a weak lamb.
"Saruman!" Viscount Benson raised his head stubbornly, as if he had finally awakened to the knight's faith. His body was still trembling, but his tone was firmer than ever before, "Humans are not waste! We also have warriors who dare to face death! You If you dare to cross the Tianduan Mountain Range, you will be hit like a thunder by our warriors!"
Emperor Saruman finally lowered his head, looked at the human knight in front of him with serious eyes, and the next second, his right hand reached down like lightning, and easily grabbed Viscount Benson.
Viscount Benson couldn't move, but he was still cursing.
Perhaps because he already had a clear understanding of his own destiny, Viscount Benson scolded without any scruples and heartily.
But soon, the cursing turned into screams.
I saw that with a little force from Emperor Saruman, Viscount Benson's body was torn in half like a doll.
The spewing blood sprayed on Emperor Saruman's face, he did not dodge or dodge, but even licked it with his tongue a few times.
"Warriors—" Emperor Saruman left Viscount Benson's body on the ground and roared,
"Get out!"
"waaaaaaaaagh!"
The clouds in the sky also rolled up amidst these roars, all the way to the east, sweeping away.
…
"Congratulations, Your Excellency the Duke!"
"Congratulations, Earl Angelet!"
In the banquet hall of Lion's Roar Castle, there was joy.
Ke Lin walked into the hall with Vera on his arm, and waved to the congratulatory crowd with a smile.
When passing by the troll emperor, Colin stopped, moved closer, and whispered:
"Your Majesty Okamoto, Vera is pregnant, I'm afraid I can only decline your invitation for a return visit."
A look of disappointment flashed in Okamoto's eyes, but he immediately said: "Count Angelet, you can go to the Troll King City on behalf of the Duke..."
"I'm afraid I can't get away either." Colin interrupted with a smile.
Okamoto still seemed unwilling to give up: "Master Earl, then the cooperation we discussed before..."
"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to miss my appointment."
Colin shook his head resolutely, and then led Vera away without waiting for Okamoto to persuade him.
(end of this chapter)