"Stinky bitch! I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"

"Just a waste like you? You can't even touch my shadow!"

"Bastard, have the ability to go out and have a fight with me!"

"Every night could be your death if I wanted to!"

"Ogma, don't stop me, I'm going to teach it a lesson!"

"Novalu, if you don't want to be pulled into the dark night barrier, just get out of the way!"

With Magatha's return, the orc prophet Ragnar's tent immediately became tense.

Orgmar stopped in front of Bago and held down its sword-drawing hand.

Novalu persuaded Magatha with a wry smile to calm him down.

Ragnar, on the other hand, looked at everything in front of him indifferently, as if watching a farce.

It wasn't until the black light in Magatha's hand that he was about to entangle Baggo, Orgma and Novalu, he said coldly:

"Have you had enough trouble?"

As Ragnar opened his mouth, the powerful spiritual power of the sixth-order extraordinary also shrouded the four orc lords in the tent.

Feeling Ragnar's real anger, Orgmar and Novaloo sat back in their seats without saying a word.

Magatha quickly put away the dark night barrier that was about to unfold, and sat on Ragnar's left.

Bago also loosened the handle of the knife that he had not drawn for a long time, snorted coldly, and sat back next to Orgma.

The tent quickly fell silent.

Withdrew his mental pressure, Ragnar turned his head to look at Magatha and asked:

"Magatha, what are you doing?"

Magatha glanced at Bago and said casually:

"I went to the orc territory and killed an elephant lord by the way."

Hearing Magasa's words, Novalu showed a hint of surprise, while Bago showed disdain. Only Orgma frowned and said:

"Magasa, if you do this, you will expose us in advance."

"Exposed?"

Hearing Orgma's words, Magatha said jokingly:

"What if it's exposed?"

"Fifteen thousand orc warriors, if they are united, there won't be much losses if they are flattened?"

Magatha bit Unity to death, and stared straight at Orgma.

But Orgmar just looked at it with a smile and didn't reply.

This makes Magatha feel very boring.

Its disgust for Orgmar is still higher than Bagg, because it feels that Orgmar is hypocritical and not like an orc.

Orgmar didn't answer Magatha's words, and the atmosphere in the tent fell silent again.

Seeing this, Ragnar was also very tired.

As an orc prophet, even in another world, it has to fulfill the duties of an orc prophet.

That is to guide the orcs, make the orcs stronger, and create the most brilliant civilization of the orcs in this world.

But the four orc lords it led seemed very "childish" in its eyes.

Yes.

immature.

Here's Ragnar's take on the four orc tribal lords.

The Magatha of the Blood Chain Tribe has a strong personality, likes to take risks, is straightforward, and often offends people.

The Orgmar of the Demon Hoof Tribe is clever and does not see the big picture, and loves petty cheapness.

Bago of the Chiqi tribe has ambitions, but he does not have the strength to match his ambitions, and he especially likes to stand out.

The newly added lord of the Blackrock Tribe, Novalu, was too cautious and had no lord's demeanor at all.

However, this is not their fault.

When they were in the ancestral land, Magatha and Orgmar were of better origins.

Magatha's mother was an orc witch doctor of a medium-sized tribe, and Orgmar was the unnoticed one of the dozens of descendants of a small tribal lord.

But Bago and Novalu were just ordinary warriors before that.

The four orcs were all first-time lords of the tribe, and it was normal for them to be inexperienced.

Ragnar also knew this, but knowing that he knew, did not make his heart feel any relief.

After all, it takes a lot of effort to teach the four bear children to become talents.

Sighing silently, Ragnar said:

"After the soldiers have rested, I want you to take the orc territory as quickly as possible!"

"No one can hide this time!"

"Ogmar, your Wyvern Knights need to be sent out without leaving behind!"

"Bago, after I use the scavenger, the Beamon orcs will destroy the city walls of the half-orc territory as soon as possible!"

"Novalu... Forget it, you should accumulate some assets and cultivate a group of super-class troops."

Novaloo: "..."

Hearing Ragnar's words, both Orgma and Bago frowned.

Extraordinary arms are their trump cards and hearts, and every time they lose a member will make them feel extremely distressed.

The orc's lordship - the totem pole, which can be moved at will and act as a weapon, has indeed brought great convenience to the orcs.

However, it also brings their corresponding limitations.

The biggest limitation is that their ancestral land cannot be used to directly purchase buildings with soul crystals like the Chaos Mall of humans and the mother tree space of elves.

Therefore, some high-grade arms among the orcs cannot be produced through arm construction.

If you want to obtain high-level troops, you must either rely on some special occupations to create them, such as the voodoo warriors created by orc witch doctors.

Either buy directly from the ancestral land, such as Wyvern Knight and Behemoth.

The cost of each loss is much greater than that of other races.

A fourth-order half-orc territory, although there are a lot of half-orcs, they have been weakened by them not long ago.

Now that there is a lot of need to start recruiting people, it is not necessary at all.

Seeing the confusion of Orgmar and Bago, the orc prophet Ragnar told several orc lords what he saw with his prophecy.

However, it hides the part of itself that was assassinated under the protection of Orgma, Bago, and Novalu.

"what!"

"The Prophet, it's that human territory, right!"

"They came out of the turtle shell and we caught them?"

"Hahaha, I'm still thinking about when to take revenge, I didn't expect these despicable humans to fall into the trap!"

"God help me too!"

After hearing Ragnar the Prophet's narration ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Orgmar became extremely excited.

It will never forget the shame it encountered in that human territory when it came to the Chaos Continent in the early days.

His subordinates died tragically in front of him, and then he was chased by his soldiers.

Before encountering Ragnar, it didn't even dare to step into that forest again.

"Prophet, after the orcs are dealt with, send me to ambush those humans!"

"I'm going to surprise those humans!"

"Especially the human lord, I want him to watch his subordinates die!"

"Let him watch as his territory is destroyed, and his people are trampled into flesh by the warriors of the devil's hoof!"

"Finally kneel before me and ask me to end his life!"

Orgmar clenched his fists and stood up involuntarily, his eyes full of vengeful anger.