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"Honorable Hell Roaring Chieftain, by the grace of the Forger, under the witness of the rocks and the earth, the King of Gauria, the head of the Hanging Mallet Castle, and the Emperor of all ogres pay your truest respect. Margauk showed his respect as soon as he spoke, and he greeted Gromash with just the right smile.

And this meant the survival of the Gaurians, and the meeting of the imminent birth of the first servant state of the tribal magnificent empire was officially held in a small place that had previously been insignificant.

Faced with Malgauk's attitude, Gromash did not have the slightest unnatural posture, he just raised his head to look at the ogre, and shook his head with some disappointment.

"After all this time, you are still the same as before.

Malgauk sat down and smiled slightly, "You're just the same as the last time we met on the battlefield." "

The thick long hair that fluttered in the wind, the beastly muscles on his thin body, and the shining fangs had an overwhelming momentum on him.

No matter how long it took, he had to say that it was definitely a fool to kill him immediately when he was captured.

Even if the "fool" he scolded in his heart was his elder.

"Well, since it's a guest, let's eat something first. Gromash waved his hand and motioned for a few orcs to prepare some food, "My shaman is about to end his meditation, and it just so happens that we can have lunch together and enhance our relationship by the way."

Malgauk

nodded, "It is my honor to have lunch with you and the shaman you value." "

Maybe this is a knowledgeable elder?" asked Malgauk tentatively.

"Elder?" said Gromash, picking up his glass and drinking it, "No, no, he's a young adult." "

For a child to be appreciated in this way, it even requires you to pay attention to whether he eats.

Even if Malgauk had two heads, he couldn't think of a reason, it couldn't be that this kid had some earth-shattering skills, right?

From the appearance alone, you can see that this orc is extraordinary, although ogres used to call the orc's lightning as a trick to pretend to be a ghost, but after these tricks become the body composition of an orc, is he really a trick?

Malgauk looked at the orc, as if to study how he turned himself into lightning.

But the more he probed, the more shocked he became, if he hadn't sat in front of him and could clearly feel the remnants of flesh and blood in his body, Margauk almost thought that this was an elemental creature.

"This is Ascension, Fuhrer. Nairgo felt Malgauk's probing and shock, but he was not impressed, "It is not a good habit to peek into other people's bodies. "

At a speed that ordinary people can't see clearly, a small stream of electricity suddenly appears.

He said, "I am not your concubine. "

Hahahahaha. Many

orcs in the tent laughed, even the corners of Gromash's mouth were a little hooked, Margauk had to narrow his eyes and lower his head slightly, he had no fear, but the wind was a little strong, making him a little numb.

"I just wanted to satisfy a little curiosity," he said.

"So what do you know?" asked the humiliated king with interest.

"Your strength and attainment in magic. Malgauk's voice was almost flattering, "It shocked me." "

Gee. Nairgo smiled contemptuously, "If it weren't for such power, how could we have invited you here."

The silence brought by these words made the ogres feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, and they all looked at their king.

They either clenched their fists or closed their eyes, and even nervous ogres had reached out and touched their weapons, only waiting for the Fuhrer to give an order.

"Okay. Gromash waved his hand, "The Fuhrer is our guest, he is not a prisoner of war, there is no need to be so harsh." "

At least not yet.

"Bring it up. "

Much like the ogre's diet, orcs also like to eat meat, and the dishes served are mainly meat, grilled meat, boiled meat, stewed meat, broth, and a few fruits that are just garnished with almost no one touches and a large plate of grilled fish.

During the meal, neither Gromash nor Nairgo bothered Malgauk, much to the relief of the ogres, who did not dare to imagine what would happen to them if they were humiliated again.

But if Nelgo said, this is where to go, that is, Margauk knows the time, so that he can live the king's addiction, otherwise

, the sheep ceremony is light when the city is broken, and his two heads must be hung on the throne of Gromash.

It wasn't until the wine was full, the plates were almost licked clean, and there was no meat left, that Gromash slowly spoke in a deep voice, "As the chief of the Warsong Clan, I am glad that you have been invited by me to come and work for peace between the two clans, and I also believe that the Hanging Mallet Castle has also carefully considered the situation at this time.

Malgauk hummed, "Yes chief, although many Gauria people still want to continue fighting, I don't think it is necessary anymore, we have come here to hear what you want, chief."

Gromash seemed unconcerned and said, "I heard that the walls of the Hanging Hammer Fort have been breached by us?"

Nelgo glanced at Margauk and replied proudly, "We have broken through the defenses of the entrance to the city of Hanging Castle, and are fighting in their streets, and their home is no longer home."

Margauk already knew that if it weren't for this, he would not have chosen to give in so decisively.

Margauk closed his eyes and tried to imagine the scene: what the Hanging Castle looks like today.

The gates were lost, and the orcs rushed in, one by one, with the teeth of beasts around their necks, tattooed all over their bodies, and the sight of his legion surrounded by sharp weapons, cutting off the ogres' limbs and causing them to fall to the ground.

These Margauks knew that he was tired of this dumb riddle, he did not want to see this sight, he opened his eyes and exhaled.

"Name your terms, chief.

Gromash said confidently: "No hurry, before I want to ask you, Fuhrer, do you want history to remember you?

"The last king, this is no small honor. Nairgo said softly: "Under normal circumstances, only the founding monarchs can be remembered in history as much as the last monarchs.

"The glory of the Hanging Mallet Fort will not be cut off in my hands. Malgauk's face was calm, "The strength of the Warsong Clan is not enough to capture the Hanging Mallet Fort.

"You guys are too weak.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of several orc soldiers immediately changed, and they were still provoking, and they simply did not know whether they were dead or alive.

Gromash raised his hand to stop the soldiers' anger.

"Go on, Fuhrer. Gromash wondered what the ogre king could say.

If it makes sense, he will listen, and if it doesn't make sense, he will be happy, in short, he is not in a hurry, the meat in the bowl can still run, so thinking so, the knife in his hand also cut the piece of meat in the bowl.

Margauk continued: "Your number is too small, how many soldiers do you have, even if I count more than you have for many years, you will only be 30,000 or 30,000 soldiers at most, and you can't even completely surround the Hanging Mallet Fort.

"Not to mention that we have the gift of the Forger, even if you don't know anything about the power of the artifact." Malgauk said, "But you should know the power of the mage, right, if I burst out all my power here, even if you are a hell roar, then you can only die a tragic death on the spot."

"When you die, your soldiers will lose their fighting spirit, the ogres will be morale-boosted, and we will soon restore the Hanging Hammer Castle."

Gromash didn't flinch, not even panicking when he saw the other party mention killing himself so carefully.

It's nothing more than a few daydream-like fantasies.

Gromash looked at Nelgo and motioned for him to contradict Margauk's words, unlike this orator king, Gromash was not used to playing with lip service, he only liked to play with axes.

"Not such a wonderful speech, Fuhrer. Nairgo pointed to the soldiers behind him, "Maybe your memory is good enough to remember what all the orcs look like, and you'll be surprised to find that these orcs are actually new faces."

He said, "The Warsong clan is not very numerous, but what does this mean, even if it is not one in ten, if we are given 10 years, we can re-sweep Nagran with an army, and what will happen to you ogres?

He said, "The power of the artifact and the mage may be strong, but why don't you use it? I can't see it, just when your power can destroy Nagran, but this kind of thing is the most terrible thing until it is not used, and once it is used and does not achieve your goal, then we can say, big deal to hide underground, what about you?

He said, "Whether it's Hell Roar, me, or someone else, after we die, there will be other orcs coming to fill in the gap, maybe you don't know, now you are not just facing a clan."

He clapped his hands, and a few more orcs walked in from behind the tent.

These orcs had a rosary around their necks, huge blades in their hands, and battle flags with burning blade emblems behind their backs.

Standard Fire Blade Sword Saint.

The ogres became more alert when they entered, and no one knew if these Fireblade Orcs appeared to kill them.

"The Fireblade Orcs are just the closest to us. Nairgo asked Malgauk curiously, "When the Blackstone, Frost Wolf, Blood Ring, Shadow Moon, Broken Hand and other clans, and even the Delaney army arrived together in Voshugu on the festival of Kshhaag, could you stop our joint attack?"

Our shamans are powerful enough to change the weather, and we don't need to do anything to make your food grains and starve you to death in a large coffin called the Hanging Mallet Castle. "

Now, do you still think we orcs are weak?" Nairgo looked directly into Malgauk's four eyes, only to find that fine beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead.

Gromash is very satisfied, he is already very unhappy to see this two-headed dead fat man, you guys come to ask for peace, all mixed up like this and think that they are the winner?

If we orcs are really weak, you need to remind you, you would have come and beat us a long time ago, what are you pretending?"

"Hear, Fuhrer, now tell me the value of the castle of the hanging mallet, and tell me about the value of the lives of your people."

Malgauk snorted, "Chief, what your shaman said makes sense, but he is wrong about it.

"That is, we will summon landslides in our homes, fear your wolves with flames, and corrode your metals with silt." The magic that your shamans learn cannot touch us. We would laugh at their fake thunderbolts and shatter their heads into powder, and every Gauria would be willing to die along with five or more orcs.

Margauk suppressed his sarcastic tone and said solemnly: "You can't occupy the Hanging Hammer Fort before the ogre dies, and even if you can kill us, you will only get a ruin." "

Why

do we want your city?" Gromash asked rhetorically, "I value corpses more than cities." "

He wants to kill all the ogres?

Margauk didn't understand, and even after what Nelgo said, he still felt that it was just a sophistry by the orcs to occupy the castle of the Hanging Hammer.

As a result, looking at Gromash's serious appearance, they actually just want him to die, so you can talk about a hammer! Do you really have allies at such an extreme?

Malgauk took a deep breath and said, "Well, chief, the Hanging Mallet Fort will be subordinate to the orcs. He

did not lose the debate, it was not a matter of his eloquence, but the barbarian Gromash was too crazy, and his importance for his people made him give up continuing the debate.

"That's all?"

Gromash wondered if his mind was still unclear, and he needed the shaman to blow with a cold wind.

"I can't see it. Nairgo shook his head, "I have a better idea." "

The conditions have to be changed.

"Don't go too far!" Malgauk's expression instantly became cold, if it weren't for the wrong place at the moment, I'm afraid that the magic fluctuations in his hands had already begun to condense.

"It's you who go too far. "

The orcs gambled on the fortunes of the country to fight this battle in order to get the name of a suzerainty, and then nothing else?

"You think we'll discuss with you again? This is the notice!" Nairgo's height is undoubtedly a short man compared to Margauk, but this short man seems to be transformed into Goron, greedy and strong.

"If we can't break into your home at this moment, then your conditions are really good." Nairgo raised his voice, "But now you are the meat on the butcher's board, and you have to suffer whatever I want to cut!"

Yes, now the ogre has really become a piece of fat in the eyes of the orcs, and he wants to cut it at will, but he has no good way yet.

Two defeats in the field, the gates of the Hanging Mallet Fort were breached.

All this shows that now they can only choose to accept, no matter how outrageous the conditions of the orcs are.

He didn't have a choice.

Of course, in fact, Margauk still has a choice, as long as he activates the Titan relics left by his ancestors, or unites the mages to cast spells, the powerful magic is enough to bury the city and the orcs in a bucket, and it is not difficult for Nagran to be half submerged in the Zanga Sea.

However, he was too weak, and he was addicted to useless crowns and false names, which also led to him eventually changing from a human lord to a human subject.

"Name your terms, chief. Margauk's expression stiffened a little, and he lowered his head uncontrollably.

Gromash propped his hand up his cheek, seemingly unconcerned, and glanced at Nairgo, knowing that his adjutant must have been ready to make the ogre bleed.

Nairgo naturally did not disappoint him, and he unhurriedly handed Gromash a scroll with the terms that Nairgo had in mind that the orcs had requested.

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Treaty

of the Hanging Mallet Fort 1.The Hanging Mallet Fort recognizes the War Song Clan as the suzerainty, all diplomatic acts of the Hanging Hammer Fort must be reported to the Chief of the War Song Clan before they can be carried out, the Chief of the War Song Clan has the right to declare war on behalf of the Hanging Hammer Fort, and the Hanging Hammer Fort needs to cooperate unconditionally in the war, and domestic resources, factories, and weapons can be requisitioned at any time.

2. Each surviving ogre in the Hanging Hammer Castle must pay four gold coins to the Warsong Clan.

3. All orc slaves in the Hanging Hammer Castle must be released unconditionally, including orcs in the Governor's Domain.

4. The Fuhrer of the Fort of the Hanging Hammer still retains the titles of Führer, King of Witchcraft, and King, but any subordinate governor of the Fort of the Hanging Hammer is equally required to pledge allegiance to the Chief of the Orcs of Warsong, who is above the king.

5. Open the Hanging Hammer Castle to allow orcs to freely enter and establish an embassy, and the Hanging Hammer Castle needs to share the magical knowledge of orcs who have the ability to learn magic free of charge.

6. The Hanging Mallet Fort tax is collected by the Warsong Clan on their behalf.

7. All ogre territories, including the Hanging Mallet Castle, the coalition forces led by the Warsong Clan have the right to garrison.

8. Any ogre who violates the above treaty will be considered a rebel in Gauria and the Chief of Warsong has the right to execute him for treason.

Gromash sneered, "Sign your name, Fuhrer."

Malgauk's fingers trembled a little, not just him, but all the ogres present.