Chapter 575.

Chapter 575 Argument 1
Hearing the words of Grand Chief Abal, everyone inside the tent burst out laughing.

“Alright, now that Calum has returned victorious, it’s time to discuss business next.”

Abar looked towards the young orc named Aru, “Well done, lad. I’ll reward your clan with a hundred sheep, and a separate reward of thirty sheep and a steed.”

The young orc Aru’s eyes revealed a look of delight as he bowed to the Great Chief in succession, “Thank you, King of the Grasslands, Great Chief Alba.” The excitement was overflowing.

“Hahahahaha! Go on.” Arbal waved his hand to him, and Aru exited the tent.

Now, the ones who stayed here were those who were in high positions of power in the king’s tent.

Alba’s peaceful expression from before was gone, replaced by a stern, cold face.

“Eugene, tell us about the news you brought back from the Great Forest.”

“Yes, Great Chief.”

A somewhat older orc responded, he was Eugene, who not long ago personally led a caravan to the forest located in the west of the prairie, to find his old friend, the chief of the forest orc Blood Bull tribe, Asoye, to “catch up”.

“Unfortunately ……,” Eugene’s face was somewhat despondent, “Asoye declined our invitation.”

Before Eugene could finish speaking, a sound of indignation resounded within the tent.

“Insolence!”

“Insolent!”

“Great Chief, immediately send troops to punish this old man.”

Abar’s generals scrambled to voice their opinions.

Alba waved his hand and silenced them.

“Decidedly refused?” The Great Chief’s expression didn’t seem to be surprised, “The orcs in the forest have been separated from us for a long time, and it’s not surprising that they made this choice.”

“Great Chief.” An orc general with a hideous scar on his face said, “That bunch of rats hiding in the forest have long forgotten their honor and their obligation to the king’s tent, it must be because they have spent so much time with those human tribes also living in the forest that they have been tainted by their habits, they no longer deserve to be called orcs.”

“Arroyo!” Eugene couldn’t take it anymore and chided, “It’s going too far to talk about your fellow countrymen like that, especially to talk about Asoye like that, he’s a hero.”

“A compatriot?” Arroyo said contemptuously, “We think of them as compatriots, do they think of us as compatriots? Well, since they don’t want to be our compatriots, they’ll be our slaves.”

“Great Chief.” Eugene no longer paid attention to Arroyo and said directly to Abar, “Although Asoye is more resistant to us, his son – Gunther – has secretly asked me to express his goodwill to you.”

“Son? Hahaha!” Abar laughed, “What does this fellow say?”

“He said that he greatly admires the Zarg clan and the King’s Tent, and hopes to join you in battle one day.”

“Hmm.” Abar stroked his chin in thought.

“There is one more piece of good news.” Eugene said, “The Dwarven Stonemason Clan by a banished ‘prince’, Imar Stonemason, is interested in accepting our help in reclaiming his disinheritance.”

“Oh? That is indeed good news.” Abar cheered up. “But our help does not come without a price.” “That’s natural.” Eugene also smiled, “He has promised that if we can help him take back the patriarchal position, he is willing to offer the ‘passage’ under the control of the Stonemason Clan for us to use.”

“Wow!” Within the tent, some were baffled while others were incomparably excited.

“Good, with the dwarven passageway, then the tall and majestic Rocky Mountains will no longer be an obstacle for us.” Abar’s eyes revealed a brilliant light.

Calum asked suspiciously, “Great Chief, are we being told to drill the dwarves’ holes in the ground?”

He knew that there were many orcs who went through the tunnels in the mountains to rob the humans on the south side of the mountain range with the tacit approval of the dwarves, in order to stop the human settlements from approaching the Rocky Mountains. But conveying a consistently large army and the supplies it needed by that means was impossible.

“Hahaha, you probably don’t know.” Abar replied, “There are many very wide valleys in the Rocky Mountains, and some of them are connected to each other, forming many natural passages capable of traversing the Rocky Mountains, enough to allow a large army to pass through unhindered. And the dwarves, out of fear of outsiders disturbing their lives, hid information about these valleys, and if they ran outsiders into their territory for some reason, they deliberately led them around in their tunnels, a moment of light and a moment of darkness, confusing the outsiders, so much so that for thousands of years, most people have thought that the Rocky Mountains are a heavenly peril that can’t be passed through. ”

“This…this…this…,” upon hearing the big chief’s words, Callum was speechless with surprise.

“If you say that, then wouldn’t the so-called Watcher’s Legion of the Aldo Kingdom become a joke. An enemy could pop up from their side and rear at any time.”

“Yes!” Arroyo yelled at the top of his voice, “But only if we can control those passages, otherwise the dwarves won’t take the initiative to mess with the humans.”

He had the feeling that a great revenge was about to be avenged, and when he thought of how the human Watcher armies had suppressed the steppe orcs for hundreds of years, Arroyo was furious.

Abar said, “I think it will happen soon, the key is when that Imar will make up his mind.”

Eugene added, “He said that he would take the initiative to contact us once he returns from the human kingdom.”

Puzzled, Abal asked, “What is he doing in the human world?”

Eugene replied, “Imar took a job as a guide to lead a party of human adventurers back to their homeland on the south side of the mountains.”

“Tsk, tsk, greedy dwarves.” Abar shook his head at that as he turned to the other orc.

“Aguirre, my boy, tell us about the humans of Gabella.”

“Yes, father.” Aguirre – Abar’s eldest son – replied very respectfully.

“The two royals of Gabella, their conflict has almost become public, and I expect that they will fight soon, and then we will have a good show to watch, of course, we won’t just just stay quiet and watch the good show from the sidelines.”

“Oh? Then which prince do you favor to win?”

“Father, I favor the side that is the older brother, he himself is the eldest son, and his grandfather is the empire’s reigning chancellor, as well as the support of a large number of nobles ……”

Aguirre continued to tell his point of view, but Abar’s brain was occupied by a thought that suddenly appeared – how the circle of power around him did their best to come up with some problematic children.

The Blood Bull Tribe in the forest was like that, the Stonemason Dwarves on the Rocky Mountains were like that, and so was the Gabella Empire to the southeast.

Abar glanced at his son, who was still rambling on.

Aguirre, my eldest son, don’t let your father down.

(End of chapter)