Throne of Vientiane Civilization

Inside the greenskin camp, usually one clan is against one force, which is also to avoid conflicts of interest.

If two clans jointly besiege a camp, it is inevitable that there will be a fight for resources.

Therefore, when hearing this arrangement, King Slaughter obviously felt a little dissatisfied.

His original intention was to ask the emperor to give them a force that is easier to fight, rather than joining forces with the Blood Hand Clan to besiege a force.

The Blood Hand Clan is not a vegetarian, and whether they can get a share from the other party at that time is a question.

Thinking of this, King Slaughter subconsciously protested again.

As a result, before he could say anything, the Greenskin Emperor glanced over, and King Slaughter swallowed the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

The greenskin who can become the emperor in the greenskin camp is naturally not a vegetarian.

At the same time, he asked the Blood Hand Clan for support, not out of pure kindness.

In his opinion, the Blood Hand Clan has grown too fast in the past two years, which is not a good thing for him as an emperor. He can use the dwarves of Copperforge to deplete their combat power!

This greenskin emperor and his greenskin kings are undoubtedly making their own calculations.

At this time, facing the arrangement of the greenskin emperor, even if the slaughter king is dissatisfied, he dare not get angry. He can only suppress his emotions and retreat honestly.

At the same time, somewhere on the battlefield...

"WAAAAGH!!!"

Even the solid metal breastplate can't stop this swift blow. The right hand wrapped in the metal armor is turned into a knife, directly piercing the body of the human general in front of him, and then the hand is pulled out mercilessly, bringing out a large amount of blood and fragments of internal organs.

Looking at the scene of blood splattering, the greenskin with bare upper body, exposing the totem patterns all over his body to the air, showed a cruel smile on his face.

Then, after taking a deep breath, he roared again...

"WAAAAGH!!!"

His agile body did not seem too big and bloated, and even compared with many greenskins, he was not tall, estimated to be only about 1.8 meters.

His entire action was extremely swift. During the rapid rush on the battlefield, he waved his arms like cutting melons and vegetables, constantly taking the lives of the human soldiers on the opposite side.

His war cry was more like a wild laugh at this moment. He was immersed in the crazy killing, and his whole mental state was almost crazy.

After the battle, he stood on the pile of corpses, and his arms were covered with sticky plasma, almost to the point of coagulating into blocks.

Seeing this, the greenskin waved his arms, and the sticky plasma was immediately thrown out, revealing a pair of black arm armor!

From fingertips to elbows, the arm armor tightly wrapped the greenskin's hands, and at the same time, it was covered with scarlet lines, and from time to time, strange blood light flowed.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary equipment.

The claws are extremely sharp, and the palms can be turned into a knife, which can easily penetrate the enemy's armor and flesh. At the same time, a row of ferocious curved hooks and sharp blades are inserted on the outside of the forearm, making his arm swinging movements extremely deadly!

At this moment, the greenskin standing here is the king of the Blood Hand Clan in the greenskin camp!

At the same time, the news that the border city behind the human forces was breached by the greenskins was sent to their royal city at the fastest speed...

In an instant, a "Fuck" resounded through the world.

Inside the stone castle, a figure with skin so dark that it almost reached the level of "matte black" overturned the table in front of him in anger.

"How dare those lowly greenskins?!" Amid the roar, the servants in the room knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

Because of his excessive excitement, the gorgeous jeweled crown on his head was tilted.

The black man who noticed this hurriedly straightened it, which was a symbol of his noble status.

During this period, the thick and exaggerated gold chains hanging around his neck and wrists were also exposed to the air. The robes on his body were even more jeweled and the whole outfit was simply exaggerated.

The fall of the border city brought him great pressure and panic at this moment!

"It's all the fault of those stinky women!"

While speaking, the black man couldn't help but curse a few times.

He had nowhere to vent his anger, and finally his eyes fell on the servants kneeling on the ground. He picked up the whip at hand and whipped them wildly.

Those servants had a common feature, not black skin, but all white and yellow skin.

In this country, since his ancestors founded the country, black people with black skin are the most noble. People with white skin, yellow skin, and brown skin are all lowly inferiors who can only serve as slaves.

At this moment, the black king was waving the whip in his hand, and listening to the continuous screams of the slaves, his emotions finally got a certain degree of relief.

At this moment, a black man wearing a black and gold robe and with white hair walked in from outside.

As early as outside, he had heard the screams of the servants inside. After walking in, looking at the servants who were whipped and covered in blood, the black man frowned.

"Why don't you get out now?!"

Hearing this, the whipped servants immediately felt as if they had been pardoned, and they all ran away, rolling and crawling.

This situation made the black king's face flash with dissatisfaction.

However, when he thought that the other party was the 'Hand of the King' appointed by his father before his death, he finally endured it.

Anyway, after a round of whipping, he was almost angry.

He threw the bloody whip aside and asked quickly...

"What is the name of the new queen of the female warrior tribe?"

"Yalvet, Your Majesty."

"Yes, that's the name. Write to that woman immediately and ask her to send troops immediately! She must be responsible for our losses!!"

In his opinion, if the female warrior tribe had not withdrawn from the coalition, causing the front-line coalition's combat power to decline, the following things would not have happened. They now need to face such a situation, all because of those women!

Looking at their king who was jumping up and down in anger, the King's Hand had mixed feelings.

The position of the King's Hand is equivalent to the ancient Chinese regent minister. In terms of status, it is considered to be under one person and above ten thousand people. He couldn't be unaware of what happened in the coalition at the beginning.

In his opinion, after what happened, the female warriors would most likely not send troops.

However, in the current situation, the only ones who can spare the strength to send troops to support them are the female warriors who withdrew early...

"As you wish, Your Majesty."