"So, these ogres we eliminated are just militias?"

Just as the invading ogre was destroyed, Maradal arranged for his favorite disciple Niami to lead the left-behind esoteric priests and rangers to interrogate the group of ogres captured not long ago.

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The first time he saw the information, Maradal realized that he or she might simply say that the Draenei underestimated the ogre, and the other party was not as backward as he imagined, nor as weak as he guessed.

Not to mention anything else, just as described in intelligence, the Gorian Empire's capital of Gorrond has a permanent population of nearly 100,000 people, which makes Maradal feel difficult. This is not a hundred thousand pigs, but a hundred thousand warriors!

After he hurried to Weilun's office and reported the information, Weilun couldn't help frowning when he heard the news. He was not worried that he could not defeat the so-called Gorian Empire, but felt a little trouble!

What Weilun wanted to do was to stay at home and farm and develop. As a "svenor" who had experienced big scenes, the low-level conflict between Delaney and the ogre was completely a pediatrician in his eyes. When the four ancient gods fought, this intensity of battle was amazing, and it was a sentence after the war, and there was not even a more specific report.

But unfortunately, the situation is completely different from that time. Although the Draenei people are his subordinates, the number of people is a bit ugly; although those ogres seem to be behind, they can't help but have too many people!

Besides, no matter what the invading enemies are, no one can argue that they are ogres. Now, all these unlucky guys have died at the hands of the Delaney people. In addition, the group that Nali may have killed is conservatively estimated that tens of thousands of people will still have to have.

You killed tens of thousands of people on the other side, and then suddenly said that this was a misunderstanding, and asked both sides to stop and demand peace? If the other party could accept such a stupid remark, it would be a real ghost. Ogres are a little primitive, and they might be a little stupid, but they are just stupid, not stupid, and not fools who can accept everything.

As the saying goes, "If you don't die, you will suffer if you kill a snake! Of course, Weilun understands this truth. Since he has broken his face with the ogre and has done something to kill people, what we need to consider now is not how to win back the feelings that the two tribes have, but how to kill them!

Rubbing the smooth crystal in his hand, Viron's heart moved, and an idea immediately surged into his heart. After thinking for a while, Viron, who thought there was no big problem, immediately settled down and turned to Maradal on the side and said, "How are the arcanes observing this world?"

Unexpectedly, Maradal, who heard this question, was stunned and then said: "Master Prophet, Arcane and Scholar are all under the charge of Archbishop Osar, and I don't know the specific situation at all."

Realizing that he had made a mistake, Weilun felt a little embarrassed in his heart. Then he immediately cleared his throat and said to the guard standing beside him: "Send someone to notify Archbishop Osar and let him come to me as soon as possible!"

At this time, Osar was busy and unrest. The evil Toveron had committed before. As the Archbishop of part-time administrative management, Osar's workload increased by at least several times in less than half a day.

While he wanted to organize people to put out the fire in the bush where the fire was burning, he also wanted to find a way to clean up the mess left by Viron, especially the large pit formed by the meteorite. For a moment, Osar was a little worried.

After the guards brought the order, the busy Osar was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Do you say the Prophet summoned me? You also want me to go to his office immediately?"

The guard nodded in confusion. He couldn't understand why the Archbishop's expression was so strange. Is there something wrong with this order?

Lai Osar waved his hand, and when the guards left the room, the smile that had always been on his face slowly disappeared. His eyes turned into no emotion, and his whole body seemed even more indifferent.

The knocking sounded again attracted Osal's attention, and as the door was opened, the deputy La Anda Scholar appeared in the room.

It seemed that he was very familiar with Osar's expression at this time. Raanda walked to Osar without any surprise, and instead asked softly: "Article, since you came back this morning, your expression has always been wrong. Did something unexpected happen in the morning?"

Osar shook his head, stood up and walked back and forth in the room. In the confusing gaze of Laanda, Osar suddenly stopped and asked, "Laanda, how long have you been with me?"

Laanda was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Osar would ask such a strange question. Although he was puzzled, Laanda did not dare to neglect and responded respectfully: "Architect, it should be almost six hundred years!"

Six hundred years? Osar nodded unconsciously, and he asked again: "So what kind of person am I in your eyes?"

"Wisdom!" Laanda said without hesitation: "Article, you are wise and resourceful. Countless experiences have told me that your wisdom is like a mountain that can only be looked up to, and cannot be measured!"

"Because of wisdom, you are willing to surrender to me and follow my steps?"

"Yes Archbishop! In our eyes, you are the future of the Draenei people. Only by following your steps and moving forward can we Draenei have a way out and we can find a bright future!"

Hearing this, Osar was silent. Although he had been secretly concerned about the existing elite talents of the Draenei people and deliberately recruiting and cultivating and absorbing them, Osar did this not because of his kindness, but because he regarded these people as pawns and tried to complete his plans through them and subvert Viron's rule over the Draenei people through them.

But today, after witnessing the other side of Viron showing with his own eyes, Osar was shaken, and a trace of distractions inevitably arise in his heart. Facing the "hypocritical" Viron, facing an old fox who disguised himself and deceived everyone for nearly ten thousand years, can he really fight him?

Or is it that his actions are in Veeron's eyes from beginning to end. He is like the emperor who is lofty, watching himself jumping up and down with contempt, watching himself making things happen, watching himself being proud, and to pretend to be silly?

Osar didn't know, nor did he want to know. When he thought that everything he did was probably under the control of Veeron, he felt a deep chill in his heart!

As more and more things were thinking in his mind, Osar's heart inevitably shook. Every thing he did before and every order Viron gave now seems so suspicious.

This made Osar feel more and more irritable, and the biting chill in his heart made him even more trembling. With the sudden shadow, he almost suffocated.

You can't continue like this! Otherwise, if you wait for Velon to take action, Osar feels that he will probably go crazy. Maybe he will think more and more, and the more he does, the more he will be, the more he will be, the more he will be, the more he will be, the more he will be, the more he will be, the more he will be, the more he will be, the more he will expose more flaws.

Forced the violently beating heart to stop slowly, Osar, who calmed down, shook his head vigorously, and the familiar false smile of the past appeared on his face again.

Looking at the worried Laanda on the side, Osar chuckled and said, "Okay Laanda, Lord Prophet summon me. After I leave, remember to help me process those documents. The old rules, some people who cannot make decisions will be discussed when I come back!"

After Osal turned around and left the room, Laanda sighed softly. He understood that the Archbishop must have encountered some problems, but unfortunately, although he was his deputy, he seemed not to really help him!

Thinking of this, Laanda subconsciously shook her head and looked at the various documents waiting to be processed on the table. He quickly calmed down and devoted himself to his busy work.

After Osar arrived at Viron's office, the two people in the room were already waiting a little impatiently. Looking at Viron with obvious displeasure on the upper head, Osar's heart tightened, and he stepped forward and accused him: "Sir, it's too late to come down!"

He waved his hand casually. Before he could wait for Osar’s butt to fall completely on the chair, Viron asked impatiently: “Osar, how has the archanger observed this world?”

Unexpectedly, Velon was anxious to find himself. Osar, who asked such a question, was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly said: "Sir Prophet, although we have been in this world for nearly three years, because we have never left the gathering place on weekdays, our observation of this world is still at the initial stage!"

“What is the primary stage?”

“The rest of the place except for our gathering and around us is completely unclear!”

Velen's face turned dark. He never expected that it would be the answer. Thinking of this, he looked at the innocent Osar with dissatisfaction, and then asked again: "If I want to open a portal in a place that I haven't observed yet, can the arcane master do it?"

Osar lowered his head and thought seriously. After a moment, he looked up at the waiting Viron and said, "If you just open a single portal to return to the gathering place from that place, it is not very demanding. You only need the arcane to make the teleportation scroll!

But if we want to open a two-way portal, we must send a teleporter, astrology and arcane to the target location, calculate and record the time and space nodes there in detail, and examine the specific situation of the local magic network fulcrum. Only after all these data are gathered can we create a two-way portal!"

Unexpectedly, Velon rolled his eyes and asked with the last bit of expectation, "How long will this process take?"

Osal answered this question quite quickly: "It only takes one week if it is fast!"

One week? I didn't expect that the establishment of this portal sounded extremely troublesome, but it actually took so little time. This was beyond Weilun's expectations and couldn't help but make him smile.

But before he could be happy, Osar suddenly said, "Sir Prophet, what I just said is the time it takes for a very smooth situation!"

Ignoring Viron, whose smile stopped on his face, Osal continued: "But if there are various other accidents such as magic net fulcrum chaos or magic riots in the local area, this time will increase in geometric numbers!"

Looking at Osal who kept silent after answering, Viron almost blurted out his mind. If he hadn't been concerned about his identity, he would have taught this guy a lesson. What does it mean to finish his words in one go! Damn, is there anyone who is doing this subordinate? Didn't you see what his boss wants to do? There is no price at all!

Just thinking about it, Viron can't do such a shameful thing now. Looking at the old god beside Maradal, who was not happy, Viron couldn't help knocking on the table: "Okay, you two go down to discuss it. Osar, you can choose our best teleporter Arcane and Astrology family. Maradal, you are responsible for selecting qualified guards from the esoteric sacrificial sects, let them prepare as soon as possible, and strive to set off tonight!"

Osal asked with a confused look on his face, "Go out? Are they going there?"

Then Viron, who remembered that he had not had time to explain what the plan was to the other party, shook his head and said to Maradal on the other side: "Explain it to him!"
Chapter completed!