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The werewolves looked at each other, and A-Ka coughed.

"Can't we?" Mona asked.

"It's not easy to pass the selection of humans." Kiel said, "Although they have more than this powerful weapon, they are especially cautious about it."

"We know, so what?" A centurion didn't care. "As long as the Far East magician dares to open it to us, how difficult will those things that humans can grasp be for us?"

Keir was noncommittal, "I should let my fellows in the barracks listen, they know how to answer you."

"Is it really that hard?" Mona asked.

"One in a million," Keel said.

"It's not surprising that the elites of the Benfei tribe who were selected to go there are temporarily afraid of humans." Another commander said.

Keel looked up, "They're my picks."

The commander said, "That's all."

"Oh?" Keel said.

Others looked over one after another, and Keir said slowly: "You are very dissatisfied with me."

"I don't have any." The commander said, "It's just that I've heard some things too much and I'm impatient."

"What do you mean?" Keel asked calmly.

The commander smiled. "I've always heard how strict the training of humans is, how strict the discipline is, and how complicated the weapons and tactics are... But when these things are said, which one comes in handy when they are actually fighting?"

"But the war is won," Keir asked.

"The war is won, but it is not the people who win the war, but the weapons. It is the blessing of the magician."

The commander's tone was so affirmative, Kiel glanced around, the companions around had different expressions, some people wanted to say something, but they didn't speak after all.

"So you don't think they're worthy companions?" Keel asked.

The commander asked back: "Are those humans really powerful?"

"Aren't they strong enough?" asked the young centurion.

"They said so many rules, if it was done by that magician, I would not have the slightest doubt, but we all know that that magician almost only cares about his creations, he hardly goes to that 'barracks', He handed over almost all the power to those humans and let them do things on their own. If there is no magician, they are just ordinary human beings." The commander said, "Just because of the power of the magician, Because of the powers He has given to those humans, we are all bound."

"And then?" Keel asked.

"Don't forget, we are not human beings," said the commander, "We are not of the same race as them."

Al frowned, Scar's chin rested on the top of the cue, his golden-green eyes were calm as usual, and the eyes of the rest of the people were all focused on the commander.

"This is a fact that will never change." The commander said, "Has anyone forgotten?"

He turned his head to look at Scar who looked calm.

"According to what you said," Keir said coldly, "we didn't realize until today that we were wrong?"

"It's not completely wrong." The commander said, "But we can't always accommodate humans and accept their arrangements, including fighting."

"But they won, a complete victory." Aka said softly.

"That is not our victory." The commander said, "It can even be considered our failure."

Aka frowned, Kiel was expressionless, the others exchanged glances, Scar still looked lazy.

"Insanity."

Keel said.

The commander looked at him, and the two looked at each other.

"Someone was scared to death." The commander said.

A centurion took a step forward with an angry expression, Kiel reached out to stop the companion, and tilted his head slightly, "What do you think...for what, we have to always accommodate the rules of human beings and accept their arrangements , including fighting?"

The commander paused.

"Because of that magician, because of those weapons," he said.

"Far Eastern magicians have shown their extraordinary craftsman skills. Compared with humans, we orcs are indeed inferior." The commander said, "But the more exquisite and magical the skills, the more they need power to protect them. If they can protect these Why do you need to form an alliance with the tribe?"

Kiel looked at him with an expression that was almost mocking, and the commander also sneered, "No one would deny that before the arrival of the Far East magician, no one could have imagined everything today—monster-like whining With a big train that can transport thousands of people at a time, houses that light up at night, clean water that connects every house day and night, even the ice-like glass on the windows, it was impossible to dream of in the past. Things that will not appear. Now we have these, but who dares to say that we really possess them? If we do not possess all of these, who can guarantee that these will last forever? You must know that the Far Eastern magician is a human being, and his settlement The land is almost entirely human!"

No one spoke, except for Scar and Kiel, the expressions of everyone else changed.

"When you look at human beings creating all this, do you really take it for granted and forget that we are werewolves? 'What doesn't get in the throat may be snatched away, only what's in the belly is real', this is true. It's us werewolves!" The commander turned his head and looked directly at Scar who was leaning on the edge of the stage, leaning on a stick with one hand, "We can't compare the talents of human beings above this, but this is no reason to bow our heads! We are a fighting race, Only dogs can be satisfied because they are raised!"

Aka looked at him incredulously, "What do you think... the previous war explained?"

"Far Eastern magicians are indeed very precious, but as long as he can't be like a god and distribute extraordinary power to others, he can't take care of everything. And in that battle, how many humans were dispatched?" the thousand husband Chang said, "If everything is controlled by us—since even those shamans are powerless to resist, with such weapons, we can even capture the imperial capital again!"

Scar narrowed his eyes, "You think too far."

"No matter how powerful the weapons are, they will eventually fall into the hands of those who can use them to the extreme." The commander said, "We are the masters of this land, and we know war better."

Scar looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he grinned slowly, revealing his snow-white teeth.

He didn't say anything, and it was Keir who answered: "So you mean, you want to take all of this?"

Gray Wolf looked at the commander, his eyes were as sharp as a cold light.

"I'm not so short-sighted," said the commander, "but I want to ask you—which side of your ass is you sitting on?"

Instead of answering the question, Keir said, "Are you so upset with me because you think I can't put the interests of the tribe first, or is it because of the power I have?"

"If you are unwavering, why worry about your own power?" said the commander. "Does it make you proud to bark at human beings?"

"I see." Kiel said, looking at Scar, "Chief."

Scar seemed to be looking at him amusedly.

"I don't think Dogu Liefeng should continue to stay in this position." Kiel said, "If he wants to continue to incite the tribe to fight against the magician, he must either be exiled from the territory, or else, I will kill him."

What he said was true.

The atmosphere in the event room suddenly changed.

The pharmacist and a few people came back carrying or carrying large pots and pans of food. Just as they entered the door, they heard a muffled sound that would only be produced by a heavy impact on the human body.

A werewolf fell heavily in front of him, struggling to get up while coughing up blood.

The pharmacist raised his head when he heard the panting, and Kiel, who was covered in blood, stood up staggeringly. The hair raised his head, and slammed it hard against the hard ground. The hands clasping his neck loosened. Keel straddled the werewolf, raised his bloody fist and slammed down, splashing Among the bloody flowers, the few ordinary people behind the pharmacist couldn't help taking a step back, looking at the scene in front of them in bewilderment.

The activity room was already in a mess, and the table was pushed upside down to make an open space. The werewolves scattered into an irregular semicircle, watching the brutal fight with tense expressions.The return of the pharmacist distracted a few people. After seeing the humans carrying the food, they showed expressions of embarrassment or anger.

In the stiff silence, the sound of beating beat everyone's breath dullly.

The pharmacist looked at Scar, and saw that he stood up straight, and walked over with his leather boots stepping on the scattered blood on the ground.

Kiel's raised fist was held back by a club, and he slowly raised his head to meet Scar's gaze.

"Enough," Scar said.

Keir spit bloody saliva, his chest heaved violently, and after a while he got up on one knee and sat down in a chair next to him.

The cafeteria staff quickly put down their food and left. The pharmacist looked at the one on the ground first, "It's not dead," he said.

But it’s just that he’s not dead now. After the bleeding is temporarily stopped and the bones are set, the person can’t move easily. The pharmacist still made people lie there, and got up to check Kiel’s injury. As the winner, the price he paid was actually not small. The werewolves Watching him deal with it silently, the rich aroma of the meat next to them wafted in the air, but no one looked at them more at this time.

Scar was beside the commander on the ground, looking down at the unrecognizable face.

Then, the pharmacist heard him laugh.

"As long as he can survive and not be beaten into a fool, I will not change his position."

The gazes that fell on Scar suddenly turned sharp.

"Greedy, stupid, and impatient," Scar said, prodding the commander with his cue, "but at least there's the courage to be stupid."

There was silence around, and Keel leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes wearily.

"The patriarch..." Mona whispered.

"You know it's stupid, but you can't stop thinking like this, can you?" Ska said, "You are not satisfied, unwilling, unwilling... For the superior life in front of you, you want to indulge but dare not indulge in it. The only thing you have to worry about is Far East surgery. Master, and his people."

Scar raised his head and didn't directly name them, but his eyes seemed to envelop everyone, "I can't see the Far East magician, and you don't dare to speak directly to humans with those stupid words."

The pharmacist looked at him with worried eyes.

Scar threw aside the blood-stained cue indifferently, "In that case, let me, the patriarch, come."

Outside the door, there were humans carrying a stretcher and a medicine box rushing towards this side.

Not long after, as the owner of the settlement, Yun Shen welcomed Patriarch Sachel in the living room.