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Inside the Hanging Mallet Castle.

Ever since Valego went with his army to meet the enemy, Margauk felt that he had always had a sense of foreboding.

He was afraid, what if Valego loses? Will the rule of the Hanging Hammer Fort be interrupted in his hands.

He was afraid, what if Valego won? Will victory breed his ambitions to propose to depose Margauk and stage a coup d'état?

You must know that Valego has always had ambitions to replace him as the new king of witchcraft.

You can't lose, and it's hard to win.

"No, he won't win." Margauk smiled self-deprecatingly, this situation was useless to invite the "Emperor Taizu" Gao Ge out.

They all thought that the ogre was an advantage and did not have to be afraid of the slaves.

Stupidity!

The greatness of the Hanging Hammer Fort is a thing of the past, and every king of witchcraft starting now should learn to endure humiliation and bear the burden, accumulating strength like his ancestors.

If they rush to fight the orcs, they will definitely lose, especially the orcs also get help from the Delaney, who knows how many weapons the Delaney people provide them.

Perhaps those weapons would have accelerated their weapons development by more than two centuries.

A fool like Valego only sees the former slaves flaunting their might, valuing the support of reckless warriors, he sees more, fancying the rule of ogres and the longevity of the Hanging Castle.

If it weren't for Gromash's cruelty, he might have sent emissaries to make peace with them.

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Is the greatness of the Hanging Mallet Castle dying out?

After the defeat of Valego's army, even the most optimistic ogre did not dare to say loudly as before: The empire is still fine!

The orcs are terrifying, and the ogre survivors who survived the battlefield speak out in the city about what they have experienced.

Even the repeated decrees of the Fuhrer of Margauk forbidding the spread of these rumors in the city could not stop this unease, until later, the prison of the Hanging Hammer Fort was already full of ogres who had been convicted of it.

At this time, the optimistic ogres have begun to learn the orc language, and the pessimistic ogres are ready to try to communicate with the vegetative people in the Zanga Sea.

On the terrace of the palace, Margauk's four eyes observed everything in the city through that mirror, and he had been standing there for hours.

From the very beginning, watching the orcs outside the city clean up the ogre's scattered limbs, and then watching the orcs let out rough laughter inside the canyon caused by the magical aftermath of this war.

This laughter reached the Carthenon temple.

He didn't want the orcs to devour his city, so he held another meeting to discuss how to face the orcs' troops.

The councillors knew that this was neither the first nor the last, and it was unknown how many such meetings had been held before the orcs attacked in a big way, but each time did not contribute substantially to the crisis in the Hanging Hammer Castle.

Several councillors paced back and forth around the Fuhrer in the Carthenon Temple.

At this time, they can probably be divided into two factions, the lord and the faction think that they should release the orc slaves in the slave enclosure in exchange for peace with the orcs, at least for a while.

And what about the main war faction? The main war faction believes that it should go to war with the main peace faction first.

Malgauk rubbed his forehead, he could no longer bear it, although these councillors were very much in line with his expectations of the parliament - a group of fools in high positions dragged each other back, and he used the struggle between them to achieve his own ends, but they were a little too stupid, stupid no longer just right, but better than blue, far ahead of their fathers.

Margauk crushed the stone that he was playing with in the palm of his hand, and the sound of the broken stone falling to the ground did not make any big movement in the temple, but every ogre who heard the sound closed his mouth.

The Fuhrer was angry.

Margauk's face was expressionless, and his voice became higher, "Bring Krago in." After

a while, a neat ogre dressed in silk clothes that did not fit his temperament came into the sight of the councilors.

Feeling their gaze back and forth on him, Krago couldn't help but feel a little restrained, he had been on the periphery of the hall as a guard before, and now he had not only been summoned by the King of Witchcraft, but also rewarded with a silk tunic.

Although he is somewhat uncomfortable dressed.

Wait, the Fuhrer seems to have nodded to him !?

Margauk withdrew the gaze of the two heads, no longer resting on Krago, and he said in a deep voice: "He is Krago, a lawbreaker of the Hanging Mallet Castle."

"In previous battles, he chose to join the battle and fight the orcs as a warrior of the Hanging Mallet Castle, but for some reason, the Orcs chose to spare him and release him back into the Hanging Hammer Castle."

Margauk's words were over.

A councilman asked cautiously: "Does this mean that the orcs do not want to completely destroy us?" This

remark attracted the angry eyes of many ogres, which family is this stupid? Didn't his father teach him that he couldn't speak so bluntly?

"At least my judgment is." Margauk continued: "Normally, the orcs will not spare every ogre, and they have not launched an attack now, and they have released the lawbreaker back, which may be a signal.

"A signal that an orc might make peace with us." He said.

The rule of the Hanging Mallet Fort will definitely not be cut off in his hands.

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The ogres inside the city are restless, and the orcs outside the city are overjoyed.

After the victory in the battle, the orcs, as usual, left some soldiers on guard, they tensed their spirits to prevent the ogres from rushing out of the city and fighting, but most of the soldiers, they celebrated the victory in the large camp.

Nelgo picked up the wine, sat on the grass, closed his eyes and felt the breeze blowing on his face, this was a leisure moment that he had finally left from the crowd and enjoyed, and as a great hero of this time, he and Lanteriso never lacked praise.

"I heard Lantreso say that you released a lawbreaker." A deep voice sounded, and Gromash came to sit down beside him with a large piece of roasted meat and two bags of wine.

"That's right, Chief." Nelgo did not deny it in the slightest, and he was not worried that his arbitrary decision would attract the displeasure of Gromash.

In the Warcraft worldview or orc society, there are few intrigue political struggles, and under normal circumstances, there is no crisis as long as the words are made clear.

"I'm not here to ask about sin." Gromash drank the spirit, "I wanted to ask you what was so special about that ogre." "

It's not been a day or two since I knew Nelgo, this guy has always been unprofitable, everything he does is meaningful without saying, but at least he has his own reasons.

"Of course special." Nairgo said, "He's a spellbreaker, and if nothing else, he's immune to multiple magical factions. "

What an enviable talent.

"I plan to bring the inheritance of the lawbreaker to the clan." Nelgo raised his head and looked at the heavens, and even beyond, "This inheritance is crucial to my plan.

"It's the plan again." Gromash muttered.

He always had a lot of plans.

"In the siege battles later, I will tell the soldiers to be careful not to destroy the inheritance of the lawbreakers."

"Siege? No, no, no. Nairgo smiled subconsciously, isn't it a little redundant to use force to take things away with his mouth?

Of course, if the mouth can't be taken down, then you can only take it with your fist, which is called salute before soldier.