Reincarnation Paradise

At the top of the black soil fortress, inside a house made of obsidian.

The area of ​​the stone house is about hundreds of square meters. A round stone table is placed in the center. At the center of the stone table, a flame burns, and the fire light makes the stone house a little yellowish.

At this time, the stone house was full of orcs, dwarves, goblins, and several trolls. These people were standing or sitting, noisy and yelling. The hot-tempered dwarves roared from time to time, and the orcs were unwilling to show weakness, shouting loudly What, this is the tribal meeting.

Bang, bang, bang!

A troll about four meters tall slapped the stone table, trying to stop the quarrel between the dwarf and the orc.

Sitting around the stone table are several leaders of the black soil war zone. They are a strong bull head, a mountain dwarf king, a goblin inventor, and the troll who is shooting the table. This is a frost giant. Demon, a rare spellcaster among trolls.

These four are the highest commanders of the Black Soil Fortress. There is no distinction between them. If there are important choices, meetings and discussions are needed.

Behind these four, and their respective clansmen, those who can enter this stone house are all high-ranking tribal soldiers.

As the frost troll slapped the stone table, the stone house became calmer.

"quiet!"

The frost troll was obviously furious. In his opinion, except for the troll clan, the stone house was a mob.

"Humph."

The mountain dwarf king next to him gave a cold snort, and his thoughts were the same. Except for the dwarves, the other races in the stone house were all waste.

"We want to be united. Not united enough is the main reason why we have been unable to war against the empire."

The leader of the black soil war zone of the orc tribe, Tauren Amster sighed. Although he looked rough and mad, his temper was the best among the four on the scene.

"Yes, we must unite."

There was a shrill voice, and a goblin inventor who was wearing a golden crown and at least 20 rings on his ten fingers spoke up. These rings are not decorations, all his skills are on them.

Goblin tribes belong to the wall, they will not take the initiative to propose, where there are more people, they will be biased.

"The imperial army is about to fight, and everyone heard the shout. In the previous station, the orcs were killed and injured. Therefore, this battle can no longer be led by the orcs."

The frost troll nodded to the tauren Amster, and Amster's heart was warm, and he silently recorded the friendship of the icy troll.

"They don't take the lead? So who? Dwarves? There are many of them."

The goblin inventor found that something was wrong, and hurried to throw the pot to the dwarven race.

"Fuck your piggy! If we dwarves are killed or injured on a large scale, will you fight with sticks?"

The hot-tempered dwarf king patted the table and stared.

"Aren't you going up, are we goblins going up..."

"good idea."

"Yes."

"I agree with this opinion."

The goblin inventor hadn't finished speaking yet, and the other three looked at it. The dwarf clan's style is really hated, and they have been hiding in the last place in historical battles.

"impossible."

The goblin inventor categorically refused, using the orcs as cannon fodder, almost becoming a tradition.

"The enemy will fight right away, we can't even choose a forward, hey."

The Frost Troll sighed, this is why the Horde Army has more than three times the Imperial Army, but they have been living on the edge of the continent.

This is also impossible. There are inherent conflicts between the various races of the tribe. Even if the pressure of the empire and the bad living environment alliance, it is impossible to choose a large leader, unless the large leader is a mixed race of four races. There is only one possibility.

Then it is difficult for the royal families of all tribes to intermarry. Imagine the prospect of a female goblin marrying a troll. It is not an exaggeration to reach the stomach. It is not intermarriage, it is murder.

Orcs, goblins, and dwarves have intermarried among the three tribes, and my Great Famine has produced good offspring, but the trolls have always been unable to overcome difficulties.

Moreover, even if there are four mixed races born,

The advantage of the parliamentary system is that it reduces the conflicts of all races, and all races have rights in their hands. The disadvantage is that it is too troublesome to choose one thing, such as which race should be the front for defending the black soil fortress.

"The situation is urgent, let us trolls be the forward."

"No way."

The goblin inventor was the first to object.

"Frost, do you want to exterminate the race."

The dwarf king put away that hot temper, the fertility of the troll tribe was not strong, if the troll tribe suffered a large number of casualties, it would be a serious blow to the tribe.

"There is no other way..."

"We orcs serve as forwards."

The tauren Amsted stood up, his figure a little lonely, he looked around at the three people present.

"My fellow citizens, when will we unite, that will be the day when the empire will die. Before that, we can only hide in Chimney Hill."

Amster got up and walked out. He pushed open the door, bowed his head and avoided the door frame and walked out of the stone house. The other three leaders in the stone house stopped speaking.

As soon as he walked out of the stone house, Amstel felt the fortress under his feet vibrate slightly.

Boom, boom, boom...

Hundreds of thousands of people marched to shake the ground slightly.

"It's here so soon, it's the Border Blood Lion Carlos."

Amster came to the edge of the city wall and looked down. With the help of moonlight, he saw the army half a kilometer away.

In front of the army, a man riding a war horse and wearing a scarlet armor caught the attention of Amster.

"That's... Carlos!?"

Amster shook his head in disbelief, and blinked. After more than ten seconds of confirmation, he was sure that it was the frontier blood lion Carlos.

"Is this guy crazy..."

Amstel started to feel bad, very bad, he turned back into the stone house, and the horns on his head knocked off the obsidian on the door frame.

With a muffled bang, Amster rushed into the stone house, and the three leaders in the stone house were taken aback.

"Amster, you are..."

The ice troll noticed that Amster's complexion was wrong.

"The imperial army is coming."

Amster's face twitched.

"Shit~"

The goblin inventor sneered. It was laughing at Amster's embarrassed appearance at this time. Isn't it the imperial army's attack? This kind of thing is already commonplace.

"The Frontier Blood Lion Carlos takes the lead."

"what!?"

The three leaders stood up at the same time.

"It's not good."

"Is Carlos's head flooded? If he dies..."

"Shit, the frontier blood lion Carlos personally led the charge. Once war starts, how excited will the imperial soldiers be?"

The leaders of the four tribes are aware of the seriousness of the matter.

"Frost, we look for a chance to get rid of him."

A puff of white gas erupted from Amster's bull nose.

"it is good."

The Frost Troll stood up. Among the Orcs and Trolls, only the strong can serve as the leader. The strong is the royal family. The royal family of the two clans is not passed down by blood, but by the capable.

"Count me, everyone knows Carlos's strength, and the night elf princess must be near him. It is said that the two guys have one leg."

The Mountain Dwarf King sneered.

"No, you are gone, who will command the defense of the Black Earth Fortress."

Amster flatly refused.

"Am I a decoration? Sometimes the brain works better than the muscles. If the night elf princess is really near Carlos, then he is dead."

The goblin inventor gave a treacherous smile, and seemed to be winning.