"Report to the high priest, a team of human soldiers attacked one of our excavation sites, killed sixteen tribe members, and let hundreds of human coolie run away."

An orc infantry knelt on one knee in the tent and said in panic.

Sagra pondered for a while and said slowly, "Okay, I understand, you go down and ask the tribesmen to pay close attention to the movements of humans in the mystical city."

"yes."

The orc infantry bowed his order and stood up to exit the tent.

"Wait a moment."

"What else do the high priest have to give?"

"Let Dumont come to see me."

"yes."

......

Inside the chief's tent.

Dumont was angry at the generals who were in charge of the excavation ground under his command. After all, the excavation ground attacked by Zhang Liang was one of the responsible persons of his tribe. If this incident caused the displeasure of the high priest, then his position as the chief would probably not be stable. After all, in the entire orc tribe, the high priest's position is much higher than that of the chief. The chief was selected by strength, while the high priest relied on the designation of the beast god.

For the orc tribe that believes in the beast god, the high priest's words are equivalent to the oracle of the beast god. Therefore, it is easy for a high priest to abolish a great chief.

"Ah... I hope the high priest is not too annoyed," Dumont murmured.

"Chief, the High Priest, please come over."

The shouts of the messengers came from outside the tent.

What should come is coming, no matter what, anyway, it is like slashing his head and slashing his head. At worst, I will not be the chief. Dumont thought of this, and then walked out of the tent with his head raised and his chest, and walked towards the place where the high priest was.

The tent of the chieftain was not very far from the tent where the high priest was. In a short while, Dumont came outside the tent of the high priest.

Gudong

After swallowing, Dumont cleared his throat and shouted:

"High Priest, Dumont asks for a visit."

"Come in."

A calm response came from the tent.

When Dumont heard this, he lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.

"I wonder what the High Priest is asking for me?" Dumont asked respectfully.

Sagra slowly turned his hunched body, looked at Dumont and said, "I heard that a group of human soldiers attacked a digging point, killed more than a dozen tribesmen and let hundreds of coolies run away?"

"The high priest forgives sins."

Dumont immediately knelt on the ground when he heard this, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

"You have not made any mistakes, why forgive me?" Sagra looked at Dumont with a smile, stretched out an old hand and pulled Dumont up from the ground.

"High Priest, don't you blame me for being unpreserved?"

Dumont asked in disbelief.

"You don't have to take small matters to heart. You, a big chief, have so many things to deal with every day, how can you take care of it? So why are you guilty?" Sagra said gently: "But the dead tribe members must be properly placed. Do you know?"

"The High Priest is kind."

"Okay, let's talk less. I'm here to ask you, how many human coolies are there in our camp? Is there enough food?"

Dumont thought for a while and replied, "When the High Priest said, since the beginning of the war, we have followed your instructions to capture all the non-resistible humans alive. Along the way, we have captured more than 80,000 human coolies. Apart from the weak and dead, there are nearly 60,000 coolies in the camp. As for food, although our food is not sufficient, it is enough for the soldiers in the camp to need for three months. If we cannot break through the mystical city within three months, we will fall into a situation of no food."

"How many sulfite can be excavated in less than 60,000 coolies in a day? How many blood semen beads can be obtained from it?" Sagra continued to ask.

"According to the current excavation speed of the coolies, you can obtain about 2,000 tons of sulfhydryl stone in a day. As for the blood essence beads, you know that not every sulfhydryl stone contains blood essence beads, so the number of blood essence beads that can be obtained in a day is not certain for the time being." Dumont smiled bitterly.

Sagera nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. No matter what, you must collect a sufficient number of blood semen beads within one month, otherwise our tribe's thousands of years of dormant will fail."

"yes."

"By the way, have the people from the Canglang Tribe arrived? How many human coolies they brought? I remember that the one they were responsible for attacking was the richest city on the border of the Flame Empire." Sagra looked at Dumont.

"This..." The sweat from Dumont's head dripped down again.

"What are you doing so nervous? Haven't the people from the Canglang Tribe arrived yet?"

"No, they have arrived, just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that they brought a lot of food, no human coolie brought." Dumont finished in one breath.

"What's going on? Why didn't a single human coolie bring? Who is the leader of the Canglang tribe? Call him here. I want to ask him why he treats my orders as a way to hear!" Sagra said angrily.

"High priest calms his anger."

Dumont quickly knelt down and said, "The Canglang Tribe has always been the tribe that hates the human race the most in our tribe. Unfortunately, the leader of the Canglang Tribe, who was in charge of this operation, was seriously ill the day before departure. Therefore, the leader was temporarily changed to the young leader of the Canglang Tribe. This young leader has always been young and energetic, so..."

"So I didn't take my order seriously, right?"

"The high priest forgives sins."

"Hmph! Give me your sins, how can you forgive me? If you usually kill a few human races, it would be fine, but at such a critical moment, his Canglang tribe dared not to listen to my orders. If this delays the major affairs of our tribe, it would not be an exaggeration to destroy his Canglang tribe." Sagra roared.

"I want to see who is making a fuss about it here and threaten to destroy my Canglang tribe."

At this moment, a rebellious voice came in from outside the tent.

At the same time, a young orc with two wolf patterns on his face and a pair of sharp teeth exposed on the corner of his mouth broke in.

"Wolf Green, don't kneel down when you see the high priest!"

Dumont shouted.

"Kneel?" Lang Qing looked at Sagra and Dumont in front of him with contempt, and said disdainfully: "Dumont, you asked me to kneel down to this old guy who is about to lose teeth. You have no brain problems, right? I see, you, the chief, the so-called number one warrior in my clan, can be replaced."

"Wolf Qing, you!" Dumont was furious when he heard this and immediately wanted to teach Wolf Qing a lesson.

Unexpectedly, before Dumont took action, Lang Qing turned his gun and sarcastically said to Sagra: "And you, old guy, you are so old, can you wait to die honestly? You have to come out to be a high priest and destroy my Canglang tribe. Humph, who are you?"

Oh

Sagra sneered. He could not remember whether the last guy who provoked him so much did he feed the wolf or what. A cold light flashed in his eyes. The scepter in Sagra's hand trembled slightly, and a gray-white magic power was released, covering the entire tent.

"Domain·Petrochemical barrier!"

With Sagra's low shout, the gray-white magic instantly formed a huge barrier in the big tent.

"You, you, what kind of magic are you? Old guy, please unlock it for me quickly, otherwise my Canglang tribe would not let you go!" Lang Qing looked at his petrified legs in horror and shouted in panic.

“Dumont.”

"Here, now." Dumont looked at the petrified wolf green, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said respectfully: "What are the instructions of the high priest?"

"How many sons do the patriarch of the Canglang Tribe have?"

"Back to the high priest, there are two sons, but the other son is still young and not enough to become a warrior."

"That's how it is."

Sagra raised his free left hand and grabbed it slightly.

Smack

The petrified lower body of Wolf Qing shattered into powder under Wolf Qing's horrified gaze.

"Tell me my order and let the patriarch of the Canglang tribe replace people. If you can teach such a son, it shows that he, the patriarch, does not take me, as the high priest so seriously on weekdays." Sagra turned around and said slightly.

"Yes. If nothing happens, I will surrender first, High Priest."

"Well. By the way, let's continue to build the bloodline altar." Sagra added.

"yes."

Dumont lowered his big head and respectfully withdrew from the tent.

As soon as he exited the tent, the sweat from Dumont's forehead flowed down. While walking back, he thought to himself, "That's a realm. I didn't expect that this high priest who was not visible and had the strength of a holy level. You must know that the five great empires of the human race are only two or three holy levels. Now our clan has a holy level. It's really the beast god that blesses my beast race."

After walking for a while, Dumont suddenly remembered that the young leader of the Canglang tribe was killed by the high priest. In order to prevent the Canglang tribe from causing any trouble again, the impact of this matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

"Well, it seems that this matter needs to be well planned with the other chiefs, and we have to find a way to kill the patriarch of the Canglang Tribe. Brother Lang Li, don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame, blame your unscrupulous son." Dumont said in his heart.

......

Mysterious city.

Yan Zhengtian walked around the hall of the city lord's mansion uneasy.

Since Zhang Liang brought back the blood-red bead, Yan Zhengtian's heart has been filled with an ominous feeling.

Although I don’t know what this feeling is, Yan Zhengtian already had a guess in his mind. This feeling is probably from the strange blood-red bead brought back by Zhang Liang.

"Report!"

"Come in."

"Report to the commander of the legion, Master Lyon invites you to come."
To be continued...