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Chapter 71 The Choice of the Beast Race
In the orc resident, the morale of the orcs who had just experienced a fiasco was low. They lowered their heads and hadn't recovered from the grief of Gail's death.

The tents were dismantled one by one, and the surrounding fortifications were also dismantled. The orcs proceeded to the work at hand step by step. This expedition has failed, and they have no reason to stay. Now going back home is the best choice.

"Gail is dead, who will be the new orc chief?"

"Among the various factions of the orc clan, the werewolf clan should be the most powerful. I think that if nothing else happens, the next chief of the orc clan will be born in the werewolf clan."

"Hasn't the Angor giant ax been transported here? According to tradition, the one who can use the orc artifact is our well-deserved chief!"

"You are so naive. The artifact is controlled by several high-end forces. No matter how powerful a person is, he must have the support of forces behind him. Otherwise, even if you have the ability to pick up the artifact, you will never touch it in your life." A chance to touch the artifact!"

"Fart! Isn't Chief Gail just an orphan? He doesn't have any power to support him, so how did he climb to the position of chief?"

"Chief Gail? Alas, he is the only one who is a special case. He challenged the top ten top powerhouses of the orc race without a single defeat in one day. In the end, he even chopped off the head of the old chief. A reckless man like him Crazy people are not comparable to ordinary people!"

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"What are you doing together? Are you being lazy?"

An orc officer came over with a whip.

"Master Overseer, we are not lazy, you can see that the work in our hands has never stopped."

"Hmph, don't think I didn't hear what you were talking about just now! I told you that now is a special period, and some sensitive topics should be discussed less. If you are convicted of this in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

"Yes, yes, you are right! We will definitely keep our mouths shut in the future and stop talking nonsense!"

Several orcs quickly shut their mouths, bowed their heads and went about their own business.

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Gathering place of werewolves.

Hagar, the leader of the werewolves, looked up at the sky, where three griffins were circling over the station.

"Hehe, it's human griffin cavalry, the despicable human race really knows how to pick their time!"

Since the orcs entered this forest, their every move has been noticed by the nearest human army. When they first saw so many elite troops dispatched by the orcs, they did not dare to make mistakes. will stay away.

But now it's different, the orcs suffered a disastrous defeat, the chief died, and the elite troops were completely lost. Now the orcs are at their weakest, and these daring humans even flew directly to the sky above the orcs' camp to provoke!
"Come on, where's Beamon's slinging troops? Tell them to shoot down those flies in the sky!"

"Boss, the Beamon Legion is directly under the jurisdiction of the orc chief, and they will not obey your orders!"

"Chief? Hehe, their chief is dead! That damn tauren!"

Hage's eyes turned red and he was in a rage.

"It was this reckless tauren who pushed the orcs to destruction step by step! I said a long time ago that he has no qualifications to be the chief of the orcs!"

"Leader, what should we do next? Since Gail's death, the position of the chief of the orc clan has been vacant. Now the forces of all tribes of the orc clan are eyeing the position of the chief. It is a matter of controversy, but since the fiasco of leading the team to attack the elves last time, there have been many voices of dissatisfaction from the major tribes against us, and we cannot guarantee that the werewolves can win the throne of the chief!"

"I know, but since Gail, an orphan, can do something, why can't we do it?"

"Boss, are you going to challenge the deathmatch?"

"Is there any other way? Deathmatch is the fastest way for our werewolves to restore their reputation!"

"But it's a deathmatch. What's the difference between restoring your reputation through a deathmatch and committing suicide?"

Deathmatch is a form of orc duel. The challenger must challenge the ten strongest orcs in one day. Only if they succeed in consecutive challenges can they have the opportunity to challenge the orc chief. If all ten duels are won, and the final If you defeat the previous chief in a duel, you can directly replace him as the new chief!

However, this method is too radical, and it must be challenged by ten strong people in turn within a day. After this kind of round-the-clock battle, few people can't persevere, so choosing a deathmatch is actually no different from sending them to death. There are different ways to become a chieftain. Many, but this method is the most difficult and cruelest one.

"Leader, you should think about it clearly. Deathmatch is something only a lunatic would do!"

"But there was a madman who made it before, didn't he?"

"That lunatic's situation is special, and he's just making a fool of himself. Although the orc chief is dead this time, you only need to challenge ten people in a row to succeed, but the situation now is very different from that time. A deathmatch now will only be worse than before. Even more difficult!"

"No need to say any more, I know what I'm doing now, the despicable human race has already flown over our heads, for the sake of the orc race, we can't continue to procrastinate."

Hager looked into the distance with calm eyes, as if he had already made a decision in his heart.

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"report!"

A werewolf messenger came over.

"Say!

"Elder Yima of the elves seeks an audience."

"Ima? Isn't that the elf traitor? We orcs were beaten like this by a little girl just now. If he doesn't go back to be his noble elf elder, why come here to find me?"

"Boss, does this Imma need to meet?"

Hager narrowed his eyes. He didn't know why Imma came to the door at this time. Only a few high-level orcs knew of Imma's existence, and Hager happened to be the one who knew about it.

"See, of course I have to. Although I hate traitors, traitors can often bring us unexpected benefits."

Hager had a smile on his face.

"Bring that elf in!"

"Yes!"

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"Leader Hag is safe and sound!"

Imma took off the hood on her head and said hello to Hage.

"What is the purpose of your visit this time?"

Hager got straight to the point and raised his own questions.

"Of course I came here to help Chief Harg. I think you must be very troubled by the position of the orc chief?"

"..."

Hag stared at Imma, without saying a word, and fell into silence.

Imma smiled, approached Hag, and said in a low voice on purpose.

"Captain Hag, I want to speak with you alone."

Hager waved his hand, signaling all the people around him to back off.

"Stop talking nonsense with me, just tell me, how can you help me?"

"Chief Hag is really a cheerful person. Well, I won't beat around the bush. Look, what is this?"

Imma took out a crystal bottle from her arms, which contained a bright red liquid.

"This is?"

Staring at the crystal bottle that Imma took out, Hager asked suspiciously.

"Istanel's blood, as long as you drink it, you can gain endless power!"

Emma's tone was full of temptation.

(End of this chapter)