Emperor of Arcane

"The transport team was attacked again? 40% of the supplies were lost?"

"Why don't they die? The supplies are much more important than them!"

"Can't we get rid of those humans?"

"They're very strong and very cunning."

"Let them attack, and the other party will definitely become more and more bold!"

"The method is simple, send more soldiers to escort!"

"The Scarlet Fortress is already calling for reinforcements, we must hurry up!"

"We don't have much time, we only have three days at most!"

"..."

The orc warlords were noisy, and the tent was extremely noisy.

None of them could convince anyone. Their eyes were so red that they almost didn't take action directly.

Compared to the irritable orc warlord, the two tall orcs sitting in the center of the tent seemed much quieter.

They exuded a strong aura, occasionally looking at each other, and seemed not to care about the quarrels of the orc warlords.

If Matthew were here, he would definitely recognize these two muscular orcs.

Red Eyed Orc Chief, Blood Moon Orc Chief!

They will enter the legendary level in the future, but now they are already level 20 extraordinary peak warriors.

Even Matthew didn't know that these two big figures were actually in charge of the orc army.

If he knew, he would be extra careful!

Each orc chief controls millions of orcs.

What can attract them here is either huge benefits or huge dangers.

The two orc shamans sitting at the top exchanged words with each other.

One of them was the orc shaman who guarded the warehouse a few days ago.

He didn't seem to be affected in any way, and even the topic of discussion had nothing to do with the Gulf Territory.

"Their appetite is getting bigger and bigger!"

"Oh, they just want to use us as cannon fodder."

"If it hadn't been for the changes in the Plateau Center, we wouldn't have been controlled by them..."

"Most of the supplies have been shipped back. Now is a rare opportunity. We are at the time when the power of the Scarlet Moon is at its weakest. We must eliminate future troubles this time."

"That's right, by the way, let these new tribes who are too ambitious take a good look at the final outcome of seeking skin from a tiger."

"After we get the final reward, we'll leave immediately."

"Okay, then with those idiots in the west to restrain us, we can avoid the wrath of the Netheril Empire's revenge..."

"The human race is developing faster and faster, and we have..."

"It's okay, the trees are as beautiful as the trees, but the wind will destroy them. In the coming era of great strife, they will definitely be targeted!"

"This should be our last chance..."

"..."

dozens of kilometers away.

Matthew, who was humming a little tune, was happily thinking about the power of destiny.

"3,000 adventurers and 6 action teams can kill 2,000 orcs every day."

"I can get an average of 1 million Destiny Power every day, and it helped me save 5 million Destiny Power in 5 days."

"There are still 15 million power of destiny left before the fourth strengthening surgery can be completed..."

"In another 10 days or so, it will be done..."

Strategy for attacking convoys.

The number of orcs can be reduced while minimizing casualties as much as possible.

As more information and data began to accumulate, Matthew soon realized.

The orcs can devote their forces to attack the Scarlet Fortress.

It depends on how much supplies they can transport at one time.

Due to the extremely large scope of the Savage Plateau, there are tens of millions of orcs living there, and there are at least millions of orc elites.

You can't kill all the orcs!

However, Matthew was quite interested in these supplies from the orcs.

In the style of orc bandits, they never do business at a loss.

Now, he rushes to the Scarlet Fortress to die as if he is almost risking his life. This behavior is really abnormal and weird.

Matthew carefully recalled the several attacks by trolls and orcs, with a bright light shining in his dark eyes.

"If we say that these orcs are also controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes..."

"The purpose is to make these orcs fight against the Netheril Empire, consume the latter's strength, and restrain it..."

Thinking back on the many heavy losses that the Netheril Empire suffered, Matthew gradually gained some clues.

The collapse of the Netheril Empire is very similar to the siege and interception he once established when he founded the kingdom!

Matthew, who savored his memories carefully, re-examined those major events from a new perspective.

He soon discovered that many things were related to interests, but some were "crazy" and "extreme".

Being able to have so many orcs working for them, complete "control" is unrealistic.

There is no such a powerful spell, and it is impossible to have such a wide range of power.

Matthew's judgment method is very simple. If the opponent had such strong strength, he would have easily pushed over.

He, the Gulf Territory and even the Netheril Empire had all been crushed to pieces long ago.

In this case, it should just be a transaction between the other party and the orcs.

Orcs are notoriously poor, they lack everything.

But the only thing that can make them voluntarily die is food!

food!

For orcs, it is the basis of existence!

Now these orcs have indeed given Matthew a lot of information and surprises.

He gained a lot from this trip.

Seeing the context behind the "orcs' attack on the Scarlet Fortress", Matthew did not stop pursuing his plan.

"The reason is simple. These orcs are rushing to die anyway, why don't they contribute more to me?"

"Anyway, their goal is the Scarlet Fortress. Before the Scarlet Fortress is completely destroyed, our Gulf Territory should be safe..."

"As long as the power of destiny accumulates enough, the development of the Gulf Territory and the accumulation of strength can be accelerated."

"One or two reformed warriors are added every month, which is really too few!"

As soon as such thoughts emerged, Matthew was immediately alerted by the impulse.

He couldn't help but smile, gently touched his chin, and sighed thoughtfully:

"Sure enough, nothing can stand the thought of talking about it!"

Whoops!

The howling wind blew the somewhat barren ground and rolled up yellow sand all over the sky.

Chris rubbed his eyes gently, looked at the dense figures in the yellow sand, subconsciously relaxed his movements, and whispered silently:

"They are coming, let's retreat first!"

Several team members nodded quickly, looked around carefully and vigilantly, and began to retreat according to the planned route.

"The orcs are attacking, 40,000 in number."

The information Chris found out brought him 50 gold coins and rewards for his achievements.

At the same time, the news of the incoming orc army spread around as quickly as possible, informing all adventurers and the Gulf Territory of Bloody Pass.

Matthew, who was considering his fate, smiled slightly at Angela who had brought the news:

"Ya Ya and I won't take action before the other party's spell caster takes action. It's all up to you."

Angela, who understood the hidden meaning behind it, nodded silently and said confidently:

"We will win!"

Looking at her leaving figure, Matthew silently cheered and supported:

"Work hard to grow!"