Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"Shouldn't there really be untouchables who think I treat them like compatriots?" Back in the palace called the Fuhrer's Throne, Malgauk's two heads swayed back and forth, looking at the dust stained by the originally spotless elegant robe, and his eyes could not help but have a trace of disgust, he called the waiter, "Go and get a new one." "

As for this one that is already dirty.

"Throw it away." Margauk said disapprovingly.

He is the ruler of the Hanging Mallet Castle, the king of witchcraft, the decency of Gauria, how can he wear a robe with filth?

But thinking of this, he couldn't help but say with some disgust: "Damn untouchables, it's disgusting." "

If the ogres who were excited just now and eager to take up spears, sticks and orcs to fight to the death saw Malgauk like this, maybe their dreams would be shattered, right?

No, no, as long as Malgauk makes a few worthless apologies, they will be flattered, and if they throw a few more useless "big shots" for them to vent their anger, they will shed blood for him even harder.

He will even take the initiative to excuse him, the above intention is good, the execution below is bad, and the traitors around the Witch King have hoodwinked him and so on.

Sounds incredible, but it's reasonable, isn't it? At least in Margauk it seems reasonable.

Compatriot? Joke, when the king uses you, you are a compatriot, and when you are not used, you are not as good as the chief of a foreign race, at least he is also a noble person, barely a grade with him.

As for the gold and status promised at the time of the speech just now....

"Untouchables always believe the empty promises of the noble, and still believe them." Valego's voice was as soft as the silk on his body, and as the senior advisor to the King of Witchcraft, he and Margauk were always in tune with each other in their attitude towards the untouchables.

At the same time, as a well-known witchcraft lord in the Hanging Hammer Castle, he was naturally experienced in dealing with this situation.

Of course, this may also be because he was once considered a pariah.

Who could know what that group of people were thinking better than he did?

"When the time comes, just take something else to deal with them." He waved his hand, "The orcs are gone, we have a way to clean them up."

"That's right." Another MP said: "It is imperative that they shed blood for Fort Hanging Mallet. "

Okay." Margauk raised his calloused palm and extended it towards the many parliamentarians.

After changing his clothes, he was in the Carthenon Temple, where he and his council members were deliberating.

The councillors stopped their discussions and looked at the Lord of Witchcraft.

"The priority now is how to deal with the orc soldiers outside the city." One of his heads spoke, "I don't think mobilizing untouchables will stop the orcs, especially their notorious chiefs, perhaps their only role is to block them with corpses."

"If I were to say, it's better for us to take the legion directly out of the city and fight them." Valego said: "The longer you wait, the better prepared the orcs, and I found the Delaney in their troops, if you don't destroy them soon, then the Hanging Hammer Fort will inevitably repeat the mistakes of a hundred years ago!" "

A hundred years ago? What is this lowly ogre talking about? Did he think the Hanging Hammer Castle would be as vulnerable to the orcs as the roast meat he chewed in his mouth?

The parliamentarians glared at him angrily, and there was no shortage of people who mocked him, what happened to the Delaney, if it weren't for the fact that the battle was our initiative to attack and the Fuhrer was raided by the Delaney people how could they lose in the end?

And that's why we can't leave the city, otherwise we will repeat the mistakes of the past.

As for the Bladed Tiger Man, Valego didn't mention it, and there is no need to mention it, is it necessary to talk about those animal friends?

"Out of town?" Margauk thought thoughtfully with one head while the other stared at Valrego, "So, you have the confidence to defeat the army of the orcs?"

Valegos, who looked like he was about to die in battle, shouted: "That's right, we have enough untouchables to send to death as cannon fodder, elite warriors to charge, and lawbreakers to smash their shaman's heads, and most importantly, mages, our mages can easily tear the earth in front of the mallet castle and let them be buried here forever!" "

Silence.

Margauk scanned the warriors and lawbreakers standing around the hall, all of them the best in their respective units, advisors and warriors to the King of Witchcraft.

"What about you? Also agree with his words? "

Bang bang.

The lawbreakers and soldiers stomped their feet in approval, although they were some distance away from him because of their respect for the king of witchcraft, but this deafening stomp also made everyone turn their eyes to them, not daring to ignore their existence.

Valego seemed very happy, the soldiers supported his suggestion, he did not know where to take out a large piece of roast meat with a strong smell, opened the blood basin and took a big bite, this time let the grease splash around, the large piece of roast meat and the bones and meat almost disappeared, and the air in the palace was also filled with a strong smell of grease.

This performance was precisely in the eyes of his opponents, who frowned, and all they thought about was denigration and insult to him.

"Sure enough, he is an ogre with a low bloodline, and all that is left in his mind is eating meat and fighting."

But he didn't care, he cared about the centurions and veterans, and he knew what they liked to hear.

After he finished eating, he took out a small jar of perfume and splashed it on his body, and then said, "Honorable ogres, Your Majesty's advisors, if we want to let the orcs attack the city, then your property will have more or less certain losses, but if it is in the wild, it will be different, we can go all out, maybe you can also get a lot of slaves from the orcs." Do you have anything to say about this? "

No one wants to say that they are worried about losing the field, even these advisers are worried that the lawbreakers will directly rush up and violently crush his skull, which is not unprecedented."

Their king, Margauk, was silent, sitting on his throne, his eyes narrowed, and his two heads pondered all the changes that might occur as a result of the initiative.

Margauk saw the veterans, their eyes as if they had been cast by an orc shaman, staring at him as if they wanted to rush out and fight the orcs now.

When they had begun to get a little impatient, Margauk finally gave the order.

"Then let you command the soldiers." Margauk's face was expressionless, but the lawbreakers were overjoyed, only some of the councilors were a little stammered, they were afraid, afraid that the ogre would lose the field battle, especially the number of orcs attacking this time was unprecedented.

It is clear that in the city is their home turf, why should they take the initiative? Isn't it good to wait for them to hit their heads and break the blood?

Margauk noticed them, and he flashed a kind smile, of course, two heads together, "I allow you to refute my will and express your displeasure, of course, not too violently, just spit."

With that, he looked down at his feet. No one spat on him.

The MP has a slander in his heart, but no living MP has ever spat at your feet, and I'm not living enough to find some excitement.

Well, it seemed that none of them had any objections, and Malgauk smiled, he, Malgauk, was a benevolent king, always very tolerant of disputes and counsel between his subjects.

With a roar of cheers, Margauk left his court.

Everybody's happy, doesn't it?

The members of the parliament unified their thinking, and they all chose to approve of the position of going out of the city to take the initiative to fight.

And for that ambitious Valego, he is willing to send him to death, except for some lawbreakers and samurai who are willing to support him, Margauk will not provide him with any help.

"They'd better die together." Malgauk tried not to smile, "Idiot delusional to ascend to high positions? If you can, how should the nobles in the court deal with themselves? "

A tough guy with limited abilities and a reckless "guy".

Margauk likes to put such people in high positions the most, because they are always united by everyone against them, which not only makes him a lot of fun, but also makes his rule forever secure.