Chapter 583 Prologue

The Tianduan Mountains stretch and undulate, forming a natural barrier at the westernmost end of the Western Frontier.

In the hearts of the people in the Western Region, the Tianduan Mountains are the dividing line between civilization and barbarism.

However, barbarism's covetousness for civilization will never be cut off.

When the orcs were divided into pieces, the Western Front could still deal with it alone, but when the orcs established a unified empire, things were going to be big...

The surging clouds emit the sunshine that is looming, but when they are covered by the shade of the mountains, there is not much light left.

Even during the day, there is a gloomy atmosphere in the Tianduan Mountains.

Walking on the rugged mountain path, Viscount Benson gasped and asked:

“How far is it?”

The guide leading the way in front stopped hearing this, and turned around and showed an ugly and ferocious face - it turned out to be an orc.

"It's not far away." The orc guide grinned, revealing his hideous fangs.

He is three meters tall, his muscles are bulging, and there are two spiral upward horns behind his ears. His dark green skin is covered with strange pigments, and a faint light emits a gust of light in his breath, as if it has some strange magic power.

Viscount Benson seemed not afraid to look at the orc, so he quickly lowered his head and continued to rush forward.

The orc guide smiled contemptuously, and a trace of hideousness flashed in his eyes, but he finally endured it and walked forward.

The two walked for about three hours. Viscount Benson was so tired that he was almost exhausted that he finally arrived in front of a valley.

The trees in the valley have been cleaned up and turned into a huge military camp.

The dense tents were scattered in a mess in the valley, and there was no edge at first sight. Smoke columns rose from the barracks, as if they were preparing dinner.

Viscount Benson took a few deep breaths, calmed down his mood, and then adjusted his messy clothes.

As the messenger of the glorious empire, he must maintain the proper manners and postures.

Of course, Viscount Benson didn't want to take on this job if possible.

Because according to past experience, few messengers who sent orcs can come back alive.

These orcs only know how to understand diplomatic etiquette?

But there was no way. Emperor Reinhardt pointed out that Viscount Benson would take a trip, and Viscount Benson could only come with a tough bullet.

Viscount Benson also knew very well that this was the emperor's punishment for him. The Benson family's behavior of pleasing the northern border in Falcon City was obviously regarded as betrayal by the emperor. Now, the liquidation has come.

Following the orc guide into the camp, Viscount Benson tried to maintain calmness and demeanor, but the ferocious look of countless ferocious beast soldiers grinning at him still made him tremble in his heart.

Finally, the Orc Guide stopped in front of a giant tent that was obviously unique.

Viscount Benson also stood in front of the tent, looked straight, and prayed silently to the Lord of Glory in his heart.

call--

The curtain of the tent was lifted by a thick hand, and then a huge figure as high as five meters came out.

Bang! Bang!

The earth shook under his footsteps, and the air was filled with bloody smell as he breathed.

Viscount Benson raised his head with great effort, rolling his throat uncontrollably, and he couldn't even say a word of greetings that had been prepared.

"What did your human emperor send you to do?"

His heavy voice had a huge sense of oppression, which made Viscount Benson fight with his legs and said tremblingly:

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty wants to... discuss with you... the two empires... the possibility of peaceful coexistence..."

"Peace?" The orc emperor Saruman showed two rows of hideous fangs, his eyes passed over Viscount Benson, and slowly swept across the faces of the orc officers gathered behind him, and asked loudly, "Do you accept peace?"

"Not accept it!"

"Kill all humans!"

“waaaaaaaaaaagh!”

...

The strange howling sounds of ghosts and wolves from behind him made Viscount Benson no longer have any luck. He didn't care about any envoys and empire faces, and did not dare to refute the provocative remarks of the Orc Emperor, but just lowered his head and remained silent.

At this time, Viscount Benson only wanted to save his life.

Emperor Saruman was too lazy to even look at Viscount Benson again, as if he thought it would be a waste to take a look at this cowardly human messenger.

call--

Emperor Saruman took a deep breath and then exhaled.

The rich and solemn aura instantly filled the entire valley. Countless orcs suddenly calmed down, but their eyes were all red.

It's so red that it seems to drip bleeding.

"My warriors, open your eyes and look east!" Emperor Saruman's huge body stood proudly, like a demon who came to the world:

"There are the best mountains and rivers, the most fertile land, the warmest sunshine, and the most suitable environment for survival. Are you willing to leave these things to these cowardly wastes?"

"Not resigned!"

"Kill all the wastes in the east!"

“waaaaaaaaaaagh!”

...

Viscount Benson, who had originally bowed his head and was silent, suddenly stopped trembling. He slowly raised his head, and the expression on his face was very complicated, both anger and fear.

But he still struggled to stand up straight.

Unfortunately, in front of the giant beast-like Emperor Saruman, Viscount Benson was thin and thin like a weak lamb.

"Saruman!" Viscount Benson raised his head stubbornly, as if he had finally awakened the knight's belief. His body was still trembling, but his tone was unprecedentedly firm, "The human race is not a waste! We also have warriors who dare to face death! If you dare to cross the Tianduan Mountains, you will definitely suffer the thunderous blow of the warriors of our clan!"

Emperor Saruman finally lowered his head and looked at the human knight in front of him with a stern look. Then, the next second, his right hand fell down like lightning, and easily grabbed Viscount Benson.

Viscount Benson couldn't move, but he was still cursing.

Perhaps he had a clear understanding of his own destiny, Viscount Benson scolded him without any scruples and was very refreshing.

But soon, the scolding turned into screams.

I saw Emperor Saruman exerting a little force, and Viscount Benson's body was torn in half like a doll.

The gushing plasma sprinkled on the face of Emperor Saruman. He did not dodge or avoid it, but instead licked his tongue deep in his mouth a few times.

"Warriors--" Emperor Saruman casually roared Viscount Benson's body on the ground,

"Kill out!"

“waaaaaaaaaaagh!”

The clouds in the sky also rolled up in the roars, sweeping eastward.

...

"Congratulations to Lord Duke!"

"Congratulations to the Earl of Angeles!"

In the banquet hall of the Roar Castle, there was a joyful atmosphere.

Colin walked into the hall with Vera in his arms and waved to the congratulatory people with a smile.

As he passed by the Troll Emperor, Colin stopped, approached a little, and whispered:

"Your Majesty Okamoto, Vera is pregnant, I'm afraid she can only refuse your invitation to visit."

A flash of disappointment flashed in Okamoto's eyes, but he immediately said: "Earl of Angeles, you can represent the Duke to the Troll King City..."

"I'm afraid I can't get rid of it either." Collin interrupted with a smile.

Okamoto still seemed to refuse to give up: "Sir, then the cooperation we discussed before..."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to miss the appointment."

Colin shook his head firmly, and then led Vera away without waiting for Okamoto to persuade him.
Chapter completed!