"It's only a matter of time before we go out and fight, but we're not in a hurry now."
Sauron's voice was low. Compared to the four newly promoted warlords, he was obviously not the kind of emotional commander. His eyes were abnormally calm.
"But … chief, if we don't fight and they gather their forces to attack, it will be difficult to defend with just these people in the city."
"War depends on the timing. Now is the harvest season. Continuing to wage war is not the best choice for these countries. You may not know, but the three human lords in the three directions have had conflicts with each other before, so they are not united. Do you understand?"
Sauron saw that the warlord wanted to say something but hesitated, so he asked, "I asked you to calculate the food for the army. Have you calculated it?"
The warlords looked at each other, and one of them replied in a low voice, "Chief, we … are not very good at calculating these things …"
"So you don't care?"
Sauron narrowed his eyes, and the four warlords suddenly felt their scalps tighten. They did not even dare to look up.
"Remember, we are different from before. On the grassland, we can just count the sheep, but here, if there is a mistake in the calculation of food, it will not only be your men who will starve to death, but everyone will also suffer! "
"Yes … chief!"
"If you can't calculate it clearly, then find those humans who can calculate it. Do you still need me to teach you this? Remember! If any humans dare to play tricks, you know what to do. "
The four warlords all promised to complete the task. Solon did not say much because he knew that if he gave these guys a meeting, it would be good if they could complete one of the three tasks. Therefore, he decided to only have one topic for each meeting. At least one task would be firmly implemented and it would be considered a success.
In the end, the Beastmen's level of culture was not high. Most of them were well-developed but simple-minded. This was something that Sauron could not change.
After today's regular meeting, Sauron put on his armor and robe as usual and walked to the streets where the Beastmen had settled in the city to inspect. Sauron had maintained a similar habit in the past, but at that time, he was inspecting the tents on the grassland. Now, he was inspecting the streets.
The chief's personal inspection was not for show. It was something that was carried out almost every day. There were only four guards by Sauron's side. The Orcs on both sides of the street greeted him very respectfully when they saw him.
However, Sauron's expression remained solemn. He paid a special visit to several Orc families who had just given birth and told them that the food allowance for the newborns must be in place. Then, he returned to the inner city with a heavy heart.
He was now certain of one thing: Orcs were not only physically stronger, but even their reproductive cycle had shortened.
Originally, beastmen pregnant women were similar to humans. They would only give birth after eight months of pregnancy. But ever since the beastmen's bodies began to change, several batches of pregnant women had given birth nearly a month earlier. Moreover, these babies were strong and didn't have the slightest weakness of premature babies. In fact, the newborn mortality rate was even lower than before. More than 90% of them had survived the initial dangerous period and were now thriving.
Moreover, the recent batches of pregnant women who had given birth had a fertility cycle of less than six months. However, the Orcs who were born had no problems. It sounded like a good thing that could accelerate the reproduction and expansion of the Orc population. But for Sauron, these sudden changes were obviously not a gift from nature, but an ability bestowed by some kind of power.
The other Beastmen didn't know, but Sauron knew very well that in his nightmares over the past few days, the images of the war that kept flashing through his mind, as well as the whispers that guided him to the right direction, proved that everything the Beastmen obtained now had a price.
Some beings wanted to use the Orcs to achieve their goals.
In his dreams, he saw humans being destroyed by the Orcs, saw tribes establishing a vast empire after occupying the world, saw himself wearing gorgeous armor and a blood-red crown.
But all of this did not make Sauron intoxicated and happy.
He was very clear that in his life cycle, he would not see the moment when the Orcs would flatten the human kingdom or even establish an empire. Even if the current fertility cycle of the Orcs had been shortened to half a year, they were not cockroaches. How could they compete with the huge population of humans in a few decades?
At present, the city might still be able to maintain stability, but if he was given half of the territory of the Kingdom of Karen, Sauron was sure that he would not be able to control it at all. He could not even deal with the rebellion alone, how would he have the time to develop it?
Therefore, the beautiful scenery in his dreams did not inflate his ambition. Instead, it allowed Sauron to calm down and think …
He was a Beastman with an independent will. Perhaps the existence that influenced his dream did not realize this.
Outside Elsen City, Talia, who had just boarded the train, was carrying her luggage and following behind Naifei. She stared at everything around her with her eyes wide open, unable to speak for a long time.
"The thirteenth row … here. Wizard Ethan, this is your seat. Talia and I will be behind you. "
"Okay."
Wizard Ethan, who was wearing a hat and a black robe, looked at the double berth in front of him and nodded.
Naifei put the luggage in the locker under the bed, then pulled Talia and said, "We're sleeping opposite each other, you can sit here."
"Ah? Uh … Okay. "
Talia lifted the hem of her robe and sat down. They were sitting in a soft berth, which was much more spacious than the noisy hard seats in front of them. Although it was a bed, the bedding on it was not cheap. The soft mattress made Talia raise her eyebrows.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing … I just remembered the carriage at home. At that time, I had to climb on the carriage and fell down …" Talia obviously believed that this was something she had experienced before. She sighed and said, "I remember that after I woke up, I couldn't even speak. There was a period of time when I couldn't even walk or carry things."
"Now that you've recovered, don't think so much."
At this point, a whistle came from the front of the train, and the carriage began to move slowly. The scenery outside the window receded, and there were only some slight but regular vibrations under their feet.
"It's really … magical. This is not driven by magic? How long do we have to walk? "
"I heard that it's because of the blackened stone or something … Anyway, it's not driven by Magic crystal. As for how long, I just saw it written on the platform, we should probably arrive at Hollier City tomorrow morning. There's also a description here — haha, this is the menu for lunch and dinner, it's all free, and there will be a steward to distribute it … "
Naifei said in a low voice and asked, "Right, does your arm hurt?"
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Tyria rubbed her arms. After being tied up for an entire night, she did feel that her arms were a little numb after waking up in the morning. However, after moving a few times, she had completely recovered. Looking around, she asked softly, "Then … did I have any other reactions last night? I didn't talk in my sleep, right? "
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