Slowly chewing the food and feeling the rough particles rubbing and rolling in their jaws, Genesis never found that these dry food was so difficult to swallow. In order to divert his attention, he couldn't help but look up. Through the shade of the trees, the scorching sun in the sky made him unable to lift up a trace of energy.

Forced himself to swallow the food in his mouth, Genesis then poured a big mouthful of water. If he didn't do this, he was afraid that he would spit it out directly, which would make it even more ugly.

Not far from a few people, Tyrok was kneeling straight wherever they were. As for the body of the low-level crow man, Tyrok's posture was quite unscientific. Theoretically, the body of the low-level crow man was twisted in the curse and the bones were misaligned. They were born to be unable to straighten their waists, let alone to straighten their bodies.

Just as a group of people had just finished lunch and were about to rest, a crow man hurried to Tyrok from one place and whispered to report: "The great king, the ogre scouts, have begun a new round of searches. Are we moving now?"

Hearing the report from the visitor, the head guard on the side looked worried. As the appointment approached, the frequency of the ogre scouts' investigation became larger and larger, and it became more and more detailed and tight, which made the head guard worried about the safety of Tyrok.

Tyrok shook his head and turned to the guard commander on the side: "Kampa, inform everyone that I decided not to transfer, and build a phantom barrier in this place!"

Hearing Tyrok's orders, the guard nodded and turned away. After a while, all the crows who received the order gathered. Following Tyrok's instructions, they took out a piece of crystal fragment from their small bags on their waists, and according to the position calculated by the magic circle, they buried the crystal fragments in the soil or fixed them on the branches.

After all the crystal fragments were placed in place, a crow man took out a piece of crystal about half the size of a wing from his pocket, carved it into a crow man with wings spreading, held it up with both hands, and carefully held it in front of Tyrok: "Great King of Claws, please bless this crystal!"

Putting his right hand above the crystal, Teloc said in a deep voice: "I, Teloc, the king of claws, bless this crystal in the name of the sacred and noble successor of the royal bloodline of the Epixis Empire, may its brilliance never be extinguished!"

With the blessing of Tyrok, two red highlights rose from the eyes of the Crystal Crow Man, followed by the feathers covered a layer of continuous flowing flames. A burst of chirping sounded in the ears of all the Crow Man. In their eyes, the crystal crow, which was originally just a dead object, became lifelike as if he had come back to life.

Respectfully placed the crystal crow on the small altar that had been prepared, and the crow priests were muttering words. As the spells chanted, the crystal crow rose milky white light, hooked up nearby crystal fragments, and covered the place with a transparent light shield.

While the Crow Man was creating a small illusion refuge, on the other side, the ogres finally saw the figure of the Draenei. As the scout quickly sent the information back, Akeda, who was originally sitting in the tent with his eyes closed and resting, opened his eyes.

"How many people have come to those little blue-skinned guys?"

"A preliminary judgment is that there are only a few thousand people!"

Thousands of people? Unexpectedly, Ekda was stunned, and then nodded with a sudden realization: This number is not unexpected. The Draenei people have been unknown before this. When ogres rule this world, any powerful other race will be recorded by ogres. Not being famous can only prove that the Draenei people are a weak race.

Thinking of this, Akeda felt relieved. He couldn't help feeling ridiculous for his concerns, and regretted his agreement with the second elder's suggestion. He contacted the Xuanchuang clan. A small race with only a few thousand people, if he did not receive enough financial compensation after the victory, the Anglosch clan would probably pay his grandmother's house.

While Akeda was thinking about it, the Draenei also discovered the ogre. When the rangers passed the rough information to Nali, Nali sneered and said to the left and right after reading the information: "Arrang everyone to camp and notify the arcane to start the targeted measurement of the magic network and the construction of the spell model. Tomorrow morning, I will send all those ogres to Naru!"

Nari's decision shocked Dakan, the adjutant beside him. He quickly stepped forward and dissuaded: "Miss Master, this is just an ordinary battle, why do we have to do so terrible?"

"Dakan, when did you become merciful?"

Nari frowned and rebuked: "The ogres are our enemies, and the reason why we left the gathering place to come here is to destroy them!"

"But they are just a group of primitive creatures. Isn't it the same effect when we dispel them?"

"Enough!"

Nari looked impatient: "I am the commander of the army now, Dakan. If you have any questions, come to me to discuss after the battle. Now, pass my orders!"

Looking at Nari with a firm look on her face, Dakan bent down with his right hand helplessly and said, "Your will!"

...

On one side of the gathering place, Akhama sat in a daze with a god-minded mind. Hatalu shook his head speechlessly, reviewing the documents in his hand, and finally put down his work and came to Akhama and sat down.

"Akama, what's going on with you lately? And Nari, what tricks are you two playing?"

"What's the meaning?"

He looked at Hatalu in a daze. After a moment, Akama, who understood the meaning of the other party's words, shook his head gently, subconsciously glanced at the empty position in front of the right, and then sighed and asked, "Hattalu, am I useless?"

Unexpectedly, Hatalu, who would hear this, stood there. Later, he looked at Akama with a weird look on his face and laughed: "What's wrong with our dear Archbishop Akama? Why did he suddenly become so unconfident? Could it be that you really fall in love with Nari?"

Hatalu looked at Akkama with a look of caution. In his expectation, this guy would refute after hearing this sentence, and might even take action. Hatalu was ready to resist. If necessary, just skip work in advance.

But what surprised Hataru was that after hearing these words, Akama nodded hesitantly. Seeing this scene, Hataru was shocked. He stood up from his seat in disbelief: "Holy Light is here, man, you are not sick, are you? How could you fall in love with a fierce and violent woman like Nari? Don't you think she is more like a man than you?"

"I don't know if I fell in love with her!"

Akama sighed deeply and said, "I know that Nari has a bad temper, and I also know that her personality has become very strong and makes people feel very cold and ruthless, but her figure has always been in my mind. No matter how I tell myself that she is not suitable, I can't forget her!

Maybe, this is what I call liking!”

Hatalou looked at Akkama with pain in his eyes. It was said that both parties in love had zero IQ, and a guy with unrequited love like Akkama could not escape this vicious circle. However, it seems that it is certain that this guy is really moved!

Thinking of this, Hatalu couldn't help but ask curiously: "Akama, what do you like about Neri?"

What? Akama unconsciously fell into a loss of mind. He couldn't help but recall that night. Under the stars in the sky, the woman who cried like a child was so pitiful. Her weakness and sadness made people unable to help but feel caring. It was on that night that Akama found that his heart had never beaten as violently as that moment.

What's more, the two of them finally got into bed for no reason! Akama didn't know what he was thinking at that time, but why did he act like a devil who had never dared to do it. Thinking of this, he sighed deeply again, and felt even more depressed: Is everything like what the comic says, and after dawn, he will become a familiar stranger?

Just as the two of them were thinking about each other, the rude sound of pushing the door woke them up. Before Akama could ask, Nubodon, who walked in, hurriedly reported: "Architect, the gathering place has discovered a large-scale ogre army in the south!"

"impossible!"

Akama stood up from his seat and quickly walked to Nubodun and asked: "When did you find it? How many ogres are there? Also, didn't Neri lead the army yesterday afternoon? They should have fought with the ogres now. Could it be that something unexpected happened?"

Faced with several questions that Akama ejected like a machine gun, Nubodon didn't know how to answer for a moment. As the escort of the prophet, Archbishop Neri had never considered this group of people from the beginning.

Just when Nubodon was in a dilemma, Hatalu came over to dissuade Akama, who was anxious and in a mess, and said seriously: "Okay, Akama, the enemy has come to the gathering place. We don't have time to consider the situation on Nari and the others. The most important thing at the moment is to repel the enemy's attack and not let them harm the safety of the gathering place!"

"Nuboton, send a warning signal to inform all left-behind combatants to take their seats and inform civilians to hide in a safe place as soon as possible!"

After Nubodon hurriedly left, Hatalu turned to take out the communication crystal from his pocket: "I am Hatalu, as the Archbishop, I order you to activate all the defensive crystals, immediately!"

When Hatalu and Akhama arrived at the place where all the combatants gathered, Osar and Maradal had already stood there. Before the few people could communicate, the garrison officer on the side shouted loudly: "The Prophet is here!"

Looking at the coming of Weilun, several people quickly stepped forward to salute. Seeing this, Weilun quickly waved his hand to stop their actions and asked with some dissatisfaction: "What's going on? Why are the ogres attacking our gathering place? Where did they emerge?"

The same confused people didn't know how to answer. Seeing this, Veeron had to press the unhappy order in his heart and said, "Akama, all the next battles will be left to you. I have only one request!"

Looking at the few people who were asking a little in their eyes, Viron's eyes were cold and chilling: "Everyone who attacked everyone, kill them without leaving any of them!"

Looking at the vaguely tall city wall ahead, Gu *En turned his head and said to the second elder who was respectful on the side: "Is this where the blue-skinned little men you mentioned live? They actually quietly built a fortress! Moruk of Anglos, your clan is seriously dereliction of duty!"

Seeing the second elder who was also in the city wall subconsciously wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, he explained in fear and fear: "We did not expect that these blue-skinned little men would build a fortress. Before we fought with them, we had never even heard of such strange races!"

Gonna glanced at the second elder coldly, Guen spat with disdain and ordered to the left and right: "I inform all the soldiers and let them speed up. I will spend a wonderful night in this fortress tonight!"

Looking at Guen's figure leaving, the Anglos ogre next to him looked down and said, "Second Elder, why do we need to see the faces of these guys from the Xuanmiao clan?"

"Shut up!"

He glared at his verbal subordinate fiercely, thinking that he was a second elder of the Angloshi clan, who was so kind that he was so frustrated that he was here today.

But what could be done about this? The second elder never expected that when he came here, he saw not the expected dilapidated gathering place, but a fortress.

The problem here is so big. A well-defended gathering place and a fortress are two different concepts. The former is amazing, that is, the Draenei people are a little stronger, and it’s no big deal!

But this is the fortress. Just on the territory of the Angorosh clan, under their noses, the Draenei people quietly established a fortress. One fortress is nothing to the powerful Gorian Empire, but you don’t know anything. What does the Head of State think of the Angorosh clan?

How can you let the Empire feel at ease to hand over such a big place as Tarado to you?

The fortress is not a problem. The problem is the meaning behind this matter. To put it bluntly, if this matter is not handled well, the Angoros clan may lose Tarado, a rich and abundant place with aquatic plants, and the entire clan may be in a slump!

This was impossible for the second elder to think about it. When he thought of this, he looked so painful. It seemed that the entire Anglosch clan would bleed heavily, and I wonder if he could plunder enough profits from the Draenei.
Chapter completed!