"Caesar."

    When SIF and gal left, Luna, who stayed in the small house, flew back to him and couldn''t help asking, "do you... Really want to kill all the people outside?"

    "Yes."

    "However, many of those people are foreign adventurers. They just come to inquire about the news of summer grass, not the enemy." the little guy''s mood fluctuated slightly.

    "Not now, doesn''t mean never."

    Caesar shook his head: "do you think these people will turn a blind eye and stand idly by when the Lord''s army arrives in mangye? No, they will only join in the crusade against the stone crow clan and add a straw to the dying camel in an attempt to take a share in this war feast."

    Caesar has never been afraid to guess others with the greatest malice. When the war is coming, he must strangle the threat in the cradle as much as possible. If he does not break up the wolves before they are formed, and wait for the lone wolves to gather together, the stone crow clan can only usher in the fate of being divided.

    "But it''s so cruel. If someone finds out your existence, altolenzo''s name must be on the Crusade list of those just people."

    Luna is a little worried.

    "So what?"

    Caesar smiled at her, "I am a dragon."

    If you can, Caesar doesn''t want war. He is not the kind of Strider who often wants to go against the sky. He was just one of hundreds of millions of ordinary people in his previous life.

    As a black dragon, Caesar has no bullshit desire to rule the world. He just wants to keep his one-third of an acre of land, be a vulgar Lord who is neither small nor good nor bad, plant fields and sell cards. In his spare time, he goes to Aldia, Nuo Da, to enjoy the scenery of different worlds.

    The dream is very small, but someone won''t let him do it.

    ... then die.

    After two years of recuperation, the stone crow clan has 100 strong orcs who can really be called "soldiers", but they did not attack directly.

    Under Caesar''s command, a hundred orcs were divided into two teams. One team put their weapons and armor on the ox cart, covered with cloth, shouted to each other as usual, and left the tribal territory like transporting summer grass and fruit pulp.

    The other team was silent, with red eyes quietly in their holes * *, fully armed, waiting for the command.

    Except that the army scouts sent a few people to follow the orcs, no one took care of those who left, because in recent times, orcs have to go to moster Grand Canyon almost every day to deliver goods and transport summer grass, which has long been common.

    Observers are more concerned about the movement in the territory of the stone crow clan.

    The six scouts who were responsible for tracking the orcs who left were yawning and absent-minded. Their original order was to observe whether there were abnormal creatures in the stone crow clan and lack interest in these green skinned ugly orcs.

    The leader of this team is olkash. Although this guy is usually a little silly and stupid, he performs tasks in a similar way. According to Caesar''s instructions, he quarrels with others on the way, and even allows the orcs to go hunting in the jungle and slow down.

    Dragging on and on, it was dark before the road was half gone.

    Olkash muttered loudly, and then simply ordered to stop moving and stay in place. It seemed that he was ready to spend the night in this place.

    The orcs sat down one after another, made a fire, set up a fire and barbecue the meat they caught before.

    When they smell the smell of roasted lambs floating from the camp, the scouts in charge of following them can''t stand it. The six humans have been watching the movements of these orcs. They don''t have time to hunt fresh meat. They can only stuff their dry food into their mouths.

    After walking for a long time, he was hungry and thirsty. Looking at the beasts eating barbecue, the six scouts were full of resentment.

    Just then, they saw the leading Orc waving at this, shouting "friends, friends" and inviting them to share delicious food.

    "The orcs have already found us." several scouts looked at each other.

    "Hey."

    One of the scouts suggested that he had a thick voice and was much older than the others: "let me say that since they have found out, we might as well stand up openly."

    This guy is unkempt and unkempt. His hair and beard haven''t been ignored for some time. Unlike soldiers, he looks more like bandits and robbers.

    "Since these orcs dare to invite us, we can''t show our timidity and be underestimated. We can just go up and have a meal. How about you?" the old oilman instigated.

    However, these people were at least the direct army of count Brando. They were not dazzled by their appetite. They shook their heads and said, "go yourself."

    "A few counseling bags."

    The unkempt scout scolded, then stood up and carried his trousers and belt: "I''ll go alone."

    Then, under the disgusting eyes of others, the guy was careless and really walked towards the orc camp.

    Half an hour later.

    Old Youzi returned safely with his stomach and eyebrows as if he had won. He was full of oil and burping. Obviously, he was warmly entertained by the orcs and had a big meal there.

    The other scouts couldn''t bear it now. It happened that the orcs sent out an invitation again, so they left the full old guys to take charge of the rotation, and Hula all crowded into the orc camp.

    The orcs obviously didn''t treat them as outsiders. They shouted to each other and handed the fragrant barbecue to five slightly cramped humans.

    The delicious food brought their vigilance to a minimum.

    In the gap between eating meat, the leading Orc suddenly patted his head, apologized to the five human soldiers, and then took out two pots of wine from the northern countries from somewhere.

    Now they ate more happily. Even olkash said he would send it to the old brother before. He let the strong Orc hold the wine and walk towards the place where the soldiers had stayed.

    ten minutes later.

    "Ah! Help -"

    A shrill scream suddenly sounded in the distance.

    The five soldiers in the camp were shocked, quickly dropped their barbecue, drew their swords and jumped up.

    However, they found that they had been surrounded by groups. All the orcs who were smiling and naive changed their faces, showed their fierce fangs, and came to them.

    Screams continued.

    Several scouts were quickly chopped into meat mud. At this time, olkash returned from a distance, with blood on his protruding tusks.

    The orcs lifted the cover on the ox cart, dressed in armor and joked, "olkash, you guy won''t bite that man to death? I didn''t expect you to have this hobby."

    "That guy is a little powerful. He almost ran away."

    Olkash scratched his head and giggled, holding a torch to ignite around him. His smile was particularly terrible against the light of the fire.

    In the dry season, mangye is burning, with raging fire and thick smoke. Now it is late at night. The flame in the dark will panic all creatures, but it has no impact on the orcs who naturally have dark vision.

    The fire is the signal of the orcs'' attack. They are divided into two groups, one charging from the clan territory and the other from the outside. In this case, the old wizard Steve also chose to take action to ensure that he was safe.

    This is a massacre.