Broad World

Just as Henry and the others were advancing along the dangerous sewer, this spy war was being staged in the northern town of Basso. Byrne and the union's elite assassins successfully broke into the Iron Throne army a few days ago, and have been secretly provoking conflicts between monsters and human mercenaries. In just two days, more than 30 fights took place , resulting in nearly a hundred deaths. It is precisely because of their efforts that the exhausted defenders were given a chance to breathe, and Soba, who was already in danger, survived again.

Looking at the chaotic camp outside the tent, Byrne showed a sneer on his face. Now he finally understands why the senior officials of the Principality have always looked down on the Iron Throne, because these guys don't know how to manage an army at all. Look at these monsters and human mercenaries who don't belong to each other, but quietly carry out a few assassinations. Immediately started the inside bar. If it weren't for the suppression of a direct subordinate elite, they might have started killing each other long ago.

With such poor organizational skills, you still want to occupy a piece of land and establish your own country? It's like being kicked in the head by a donkey. These guys on the Iron Throne have begun to show signs of splitting before they captured Soba. Representatives of various forces have wooed the commanders who hold military power, even monsters such as orcs and gnolls. They didn't know that the town of Triel in the south had been occupied by the army led by Corey. At the same time, another army led by Amber also captured Sknubel, and they were reorganizing the prisoners and sweeping all the villages. The north bank of the river will be cleared. It can be said that the current retreat of the Iron Throne has been cut off. If they are defeated, they can only flee to the high wilderness in the north, and the dragon forest in the east. Unless you want to commit suicide. Otherwise no one would think about it there.

Know that there is a group of green dragons hidden under the tall redwoods and thick pine trees in this forest. And he firmly believes that he is the master of the forest. They have accurately assessed their own control over this territory. Anyone who dares to enter will be besieged by more than one giant dragon. Except for a very small number of adventurers who want to be dragon slaying warriors, no one is willing to go in and die.

And it is said that in the depths of the forest, there is a fortress called Lehrenburg, in which a powerful lich once lived. But later, the Harper League sent people to kill this guy, but they didn't know why, they violated their original purpose and took the path of evil. In short, this is a dangerous and terrifying forest. Intruders usually die within ten days. Just when Byrne was thinking about how to continue provoking the next step, he suddenly found that there was an extra person in the tent at some point. He didn't dare to be careless, and immediately drew out the rapier pinned to his waist, and prepared for battle . Although it may not be useful to do so, but if you can delay for a second, it is a second, and maybe someone will come to save you if you last for a while.

However, the slightly fat thief didn't attack, instead he found a chair and sat down. He asked with a faint smile on his face, "You are Byrne? The captive who voluntarily surrendered?"

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?" Byrne showed a nervous expression on his face. His current identity is a spy, and if he is discovered, he will die.

"Take it easy, relax. I'm Chief Robert's head of all intelligence in the North. You can call me Fat Cat. Tell me what's going on here right now. Is there any possibility of some confusion or infighting ...Kori Knight will arrive in two days, in order to reduce unnecessary losses, we must do something to reduce the number of enemies."

This guy who calls himself a fat cat is Robert's most powerful lycanthropist. I saw this guy crossing his legs and pouring himself a glass of wine, sitting on a chair while drinking while quietly waiting for a reply. He didn't even look at the rapier pointed at him, because with the catman's extremely sensitive reflexes, even a dozen crossbow salvos could be easily avoided.

Byrne's face was a little cloudy and uncertain. After a while, he put the weapon back into the sheath and asked with a wry smile, "Please, can't you come up with a proof or something?".

"Hahahahahaha! You must have heard too many stories about being a bard. Do you need your ID card? I know your ID is the biggest proof." Fat Cat replied with a big smile. As one of the top leaders of the entire intelligence agency, he would not carry something that symbolizes his identity, because that is purely courting death. Robert has taught every thief leader that the more ordinary they are, the better they can protect themselves.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Byrne said dejectedly. He carefully tightened the tent, then took out a piece of parchment from his arms and handed it over. "This is the information I have collected in the past few days. I originally planned to send it out tonight."

Fat Cat drank the wine in the glass, then took the parchment and looked at it carefully. After a few minutes, he frowned and began to think about what to do next. Although the recorded information is very detailed, there are only a few that are really useful. What's more, there is not much time now, and a cycle that is too long will definitely not work.

After thinking about it again and again, he raised his head and asked Byrne: "Do you think there is a possibility that this orc chief named Fugner will be won over by us?"

The latter recalled it for a few seconds, then answered with a frown: "I don't know. As far as I know, this orc is not the same as ordinary ones. They don't believe in any gods of the orc pantheon, but worship the ancient gods." Shamanism in the tribe, and most of the tribes who are responsible for curing diseases are some soul shamans. The Iron Throne promised that as long as this war can be won, it will set aside a piece of land for these guys to survive and multiply."

"You mean, if we can also take out a piece of land, then they will fight back?" Fat Cat asked with bright eyes. You must know that there are so many vacant lands that it is not a problem to carve out a piece of land.

In fact, Henry and Anta Silver Shield divided up only a small part of the land, and there are many surrounding towns, villages, forests and mountains that have not been brought under the rule. This land has a very famous name on the map, called West Hartland. It is sandwiched between the Stormhorn Mountains in Cormyr and the Sword Coast on the south side of Waterdeep, up to the Lizard Swamp in the northwest and the lonely wasteland on the edge of the Ennook Desert in the northeast, and down to Belgo in the southwest To the southeast, it is bordered by the extreme east on the edge of the Dragon Coast.

In terms of area, it is equal to the sum of the three countries of Amn, Tethyr, and Calimshan, but it is far behind in terms of population. Most of the residents here live in settlements scattered on the wilderness, ranging from dozens to thousands, forming countless villages, small towns, and cities of all sizes.

They are not subordinate to each other politically, but they are closely linked militarily and economically, forming an organization similar to a city-state union. Among them, Baldur's Gate has gradually become the most powerful one by virtue of its superior geographical location and developed ocean trade, ruling the most lands and towns.

Because the territory is too large, even if the war is won, the country Henry established can only radiate about one-third of the area, and other places are still in a state of scattered self-control. Fat Cat intends to draw a piece of land a little further away for the orc tribe to live in, and is not worried about any bad influence they will have.

Byrne thought about it for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and replied: "I can try it out, but the result is hard to say. After all, these guys are fundamentally different from their kind, neither greedy nor bloodthirsty, so I need you Authorization to disclose some information when necessary.”

Fat Cat nodded without hesitation. "Yes. But it's best to be cautious. After confirming that the other party has this intention, add a few words. Remember, don't make too much, especially the movement of the army. If this orc named Fugner The chief agrees, let him set up three braziers in front of the tent, and I will go to him personally to talk about it.”…

"Understood, I don't want to die until I see my mother and sister safe." Saying that, Byrne straightened his clothes, turned around and walked out of the tent.

Looking at her back, Fat Cat smiled and shouted: "Don't worry, our people have already started buying people from Cormyr Royal Prison, and it won't take long to get them out."

"Really?" Byrne hurriedly turned around and asked. But he only saw the big empty tent and the shaking chairs, and the fat cat was gone.

"Damn it! Why do these thieves leaders always like to say half-spoken words, and disappear at every turn." Byrne cursed as he walked towards the orc camp. But scolding is scolding, but the mood is very good. Because he knew that the other party didn't need to lie, after all, he was just an insignificant person, and he didn't even have the capital to bargain.

The orc camp was arranged on the westernmost side, next to the cave where the gnolls lived. Perhaps the Iron Throne originally brought these two non-human races together to reduce trouble. After all, the number of orcs is relatively large, and their combat effectiveness is also very strong. They should be able to suppress the troublesome gnolls.

But this time they miscalculated, and the two races didn't know what secret agreement they had reached. Anyway, the gnolls never went to the orc camp to make trouble, but went around a long circle to find trouble with human mercenaries. And the orcs also went to fight against the autumn wind every now and then. Many human mercenaries were robbed of food, armor, weapons, wine, and some trophies every so often. For this reason, the two sides had a deep grudge, so it would often happen. Fights are no surprise.

But what makes people feel weird is that during the several riots, both the wolf man and the human mercenaries suffered heavy casualties, but the orcs seldom suffered. Their chiefs can always transfer their own people back to the camp when they are about to fight. It may be a coincidence once or twice, but it is quite intriguing every time.

Byrne knew that this temptation would definitely not be too easy, because Chief Fugner was different from ordinary orcs, he was a very smart and cunning guy. This can be seen from the tribe's beliefs, they would rather maintain the original shamanism than believe in chaotic orc gods.

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