"It's actually him? General Balk, I've never doubted your strategic decisions. But this time, I feel that even if everyone in the world could complete this mission, he's the only one who's not up to it. "
The tauren chief's beastman language wasn't very good, but this time, he said it all in one breath.
The beastman chief Victor's expression was also very complicated. This was because even the chief had heard of this beastman that the general had recommended.
This beastman was called Batulu. He was originally a Wolf Rider and was a member of the chief's Wolf Army.
He used to have a glorious status, but now he was like this. People who heard his name felt as disgusted as if they had eaten a fly. It was all because of that incident.
During the annual tribute ceremony of the beastmen, the most elite beastmen would escort a year's worth of taxes to the Moonblade Fortress.
At the time, Batulu was still very young, and it was his first time participating in such an important mission. The Wolf Army lined up outside the gates of the Moonblade Fortress to deliver the taxes to the human archon.
When it was Batulu's turn, he accidentally farted in front of the archon. The fart was very loud, but everyone pretended that they didn't hear it. But that wasn't the worst part. What happened next was the most terrifying part. Batulu's fart was like a flood breaking through a dam. He let out a series of farts. This time, the human guards couldn't help but laugh.
This time, Batulu had lost all face for the beastmen. After returning, Batulu was expelled from the Wolf Army. After that, Batulu disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a laughingstock.
But now, at this critical moment, the beastman general Balk actually recommended him to complete such an important mission.
The beastman chief trusted Balk, but this time, he couldn't help but hesitate.
"Balk, can you tell me why you recommended him?" Victor asked.
"Sir chief, Batulu's fame among the humans surpasses all of us beastmen, and his strength can't be underestimated. If it really doesn't work, we can use force if necessary. In addition, he's very smart and can speak the human language. He's also very adaptable. "Balk said seriously.
"This Batulu is that strong? How do you know? "The tauren chief asked.
"Because he's my little brother." Balk said.
For a moment, the two chiefs were silent.
"Alright, let him go. But before you go, you have to sign a contract. If you can't complete the task, you'll be beheaded in public! "
"Yes, Warchief." Balk accepted the order.
"Isn't beheading in public a little too severe?" The Ox Chief immediately tried to smooth things over.
"Lord Mali, military orders must be obeyed." After receiving the order, Burke went to make the necessary arrangements.
The next day, the people selected by Burke were ready to go. They were only waiting for the chief's orders.
Batulu didn't ride on the wolf's back. Instead, he walked side by side with his wolf companion. On his back was a crescent axe.
"Brave warriors, you have seen the current situation. A critical moment for the survival of the Beast Race has arrived. Whether or not the Beast Race can survive this crisis will depend on you. Set out, may the Beast God bless you. "The Orc Chieftain bid farewell to the members of the rescue mission at the city gate of Oglu.
Batulu patted his giant wolf companion. It was a frost wolf with snow-white fur. The Frost Wolf lowered its body, and Batulu leaped onto the Frost Wolf's back.
The frost wolf let out a long howl, and Batulu and the other Wolf Knights dashed towards the Crescent Blade Fortress.
Batulu and the others didn't stop to rest until they reached the legendary indestructible Crescent Blade Fortress.
When they arrived at the Crescent Blade Fortress, Batulu and the others saw a few imperial soldiers beating up an old Orc herdsman.
Not only that, but the imperial soldiers were also loading the herdsman's sheep onto their carts.
One had to know that this was the only place suitable for raising livestock in the Orc Lands, and those sheep were all the herdsman had. The actions of the imperial soldiers were simply forcing the herdsman into a dead end.
Batulu called for the troops to stop and dismounted from his frost wolf. At that moment, one of the Wolf Knights signaled him to mind his own business. The mission was more important.
However, Batulu ignored him and continued to walk toward the group of soldiers.
The soldiers beating the herdsman suddenly felt a chill run down their backs. They turned around and saw the tall and mighty Batulu.
"You … … What are you doing! Get out of here, or else … … "One of the imperial soldiers was startled at first, but he quickly regained his arrogant and despotic appearance.
"Or else what?" Batulu lifted the soldier up with one hand. The soldier kept struggling.
Seeing this, the other soldiers all pulled out their weapons.
"Sigh, this Batulu, I knew it wouldn't be a good thing to send him here." One of the Wolf Knights muttered to himself, but he was still prepared for battle.
Batulu threw the soldier like a sandbag to the other imperial soldiers.
"Get out of here, or I'll throw your head next time!" Batulu said.
The imperial soldiers were scared witless and ran towards the fortress in a sorry state.
"You've got guts! Tell me your name, stinky orc! "The soldier shouted as he ran.
"My name is Batulu, you better remember it!" Batulu helped the old Orc herdsman up and said to the soldiers.
"Are you alright? Are you alright?" Batulu asked.
"Warrior, thank you for saving me, but I'd rather die. Without those sheep, I'll still be dead in the end. "
"Even if we don't have any sheep, we can still raise more. But if you lose your life, then you'll lose everything. Just you wait, one day, this grassland will belong to us orcs. "Batulu looked at the Moonblade Fortress not far away.
"Sigh … …" The old Orc herdsman sighed sadly.
"Batulu, we should go." The other Wolf Knights stepped forward to remind him.
"I have some silver coins here, you can use them to save yourself." Batulu took out some silver coins and gave them to the old Orc herdsman.
"This … …" The old Orc's hands trembled. Before he could say anything, Batulu and the others had already left for the gate.
"Batulu?" The old Orc herdsman felt that this name was very familiar. He seemed to have heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.
Moonblade Fortress, main gate.
This place was guarded by fully armed imperial guards. It was a world of difference compared to the second-rate troops that bullied the old herdsman.
No wonder the orcs had no choice but to obey the rule of the German Empire. These imperial guards were all very elite troops. Whether it was in terms of equipment, appearance, or training, they all retained the pride of Theoden The Great.
"Stop! What are you doing! "A tall armored guard shouted at Batulu and the others.
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