Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World Chapter 571

Hearing the words of Great Chief Abar, everyone in the tent burst into laughter.

"Okay, now that Callum has returned from victory, it's time to discuss business."

Abal looked at the young orc named Alu, "Good job, young man. I rewarded your tribe with a hundred sheep, and I rewarded you with thirty sheep and a horse."

The eyes of the young orc Aru showed joy, and he bowed to the chief again and again, "Thank you, the king of the grassland, Chief Alba." The excitement was beyond words.

"Hahahaha! Go." Abal waved to him, and Aru withdrew from the tent.

Now, those who stay here are all high-ranking and powerful people in the king's tent.

Alba's previous peaceful expression was gone, replaced by a cold and cold expression.

"Eugene, tell me the news you brought back from the Great Forest."

"Yes, Warchief."

An elderly orc responded that he is Eugene, who not long ago personally led a caravan to the forest on the west side of the prairie to find his old friend Asoye, the chief of the forest orc blood cattle tribe." Reminiscing about the past".

"Unfortunately..." Eugene's face was a little lonely, "Asoye rejected our invitation."

Before Eugene finished speaking, there was a sound of indignation in the big tent.

"rude!"

"I don't know what's good!"

"Great chief, send troops to punish this old man immediately."

Abar's generals scrambled to have their say.

Alba silenced them with a wave of his hand.

"Did you really refuse?" The chief's expression didn't seem to be surprised, "The orcs in the forest have been separated from us for a long time, so it's not surprising to make this choice."

"Great Chief." An orc general with a hideous scar on his face said, "The rats hiding in the forest have long forgotten their own glory and their obligations to the king's account. Human tribes have been getting along for a long time, and their habits have been contaminated, and they are no longer worthy of being called orcs."

"Arroyo!" Eugene couldn't take it anymore, and scolded: "It's too much to judge my compatriots in this way, especially for Asoye, he is a hero."

"Compatriots?" Arroyo said contemptuously, "We treat them as compatriots, do they treat us as compatriots? Well, since they don't want to be our compatriots, let's become our slaves."

"Great Chief." Eugene ignored Arroyo and said directly to Abal: "Although Asoye is quite resistant to us, his son—Gunther, secretly asked me to express his kindness to you."

"Son? Hahaha!" Abal laughed, "What does this guy say?"

"He said that he admired the Zarg clan and the king's account very much, and hoped that one day he could join your army to fight."

"Well, I see." Abal touched his chin thoughtfully.

"There is another piece of good news." Eugene said: "The expelled 'prince' of the dwarf stonemason clan—Yinmar Stonemason, intends to accept our help to regain his deprived inheritance rights."

"Oh? This is indeed good news." Abal became happy. "But our help doesn't come without a price."

"This is natural." Eugene also said with a smile: "He has already promised that if we can help him regain the position of patriarch, he is willing to provide us with the 'passage' under the control of the Mason Clan."

"Oh!" Inside the big tent, some people were puzzled, while others were extremely excited.

"Okay, with the passage of the dwarves, the tall and majestic Rocky Mountains will no longer be an obstacle to us." Abal's eyes revealed light.

Callum asked suspiciously: "Great Chief, are we going to drill the dwarf's burrow?"

He knew that with the acquiescence of the dwarves, many orcs robbed the humans in the south of the mountains through the tunnels in the mountains, so as to prevent the human settlements from approaching the Rocky Mountains. However, it is impossible to transport a large army and the supplies it needs in this way.

"Hahaha, you may not know it yet." Abar replied: "There are many very wide valleys in the Rocky Mountains, some of which are connected to each other, forming many natural passages that can cross the Rocky Mountains, enough for people A large army passed through unimpeded. The dwarves concealed the information of these valleys because they were afraid that outsiders would disturb their lives. If they for some reason let outsiders enter their territory, they would deliberately lead them into their tunnels. Turning around, it is bright and dark for a while, which makes outsiders dizzy, so that for thousands of years, most people think that the Rocky Mountains are an impassable natural barrier."

"This... this... this..." After hearing what the chief said, Callum was surprised and speechless.

"If you say that, wouldn't the so-called Watcher Legion of the Aldo Kingdom become a joke. Enemies may appear from their sides and rear at any time."

"Yes!" Arroyo shouted loudly, "but the premise is that we can control those passages, otherwise the dwarves will not take the initiative to provoke humans."

He had a feeling that his great revenge was about to be avenged. When he thought of the suppression of the grassland orcs by the human watchman army for hundreds of years, Arroyo became angry.

Abar said: "I think it will be realized soon. The key is when Yinmaer can make up his mind."

Eugene added: "He said he reached out to us when he came back from the human kingdom."

Abal asked suspiciously, "What is he doing in the human world?"

Eugene replied: "Yinmaer has taken a job as a guide to lead a human adventure team back to their hometown in the south of the mountains."

"Tsk tsk, greedy dwarf." Abal shook his head after hearing this, and he turned to another orc~www.mtlnovel.com~ Aguirre, my child, tell me about the situation of Gabela's human beings. "

"Yes, father." Aguirre - Abar's eldest son - replied with great respect.

"The two princes of Gabela, their conflict has almost become public, I guess they will fight soon, then we will have a good show, of course, we will not just stay quietly and watch play."

"Oh? Then which prince do you think will win?"

"Father, I am optimistic about the elder brother. He is the eldest son, and his grandfather is the prime minister in power of the empire. He also has the support of a large number of nobles..."

Aguirre continued to express his point of view, but Abal's brain was occupied by a sudden thought-how could there be some problematic children in the circle of forces around him.

This is true of the blood cattle tribe in the forest, the stonemason dwarves in the Rocky Mountains, and the Gabela Empire in the southeast.

Abal glanced at his son who was still talking.

Aguirre, my eldest son, don't let your father down.

Chapter end

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