Chapter 630 Surrender
“This is impossible!”
The dwarf Ymael roared uncontrollably.
"Is it other dwarf clans? No, absolutely impossible, how can they expect their brains made of stone to allow you orcs to pass through their territory!"
Imarman The face is incredible.
"Oh, I can tell you something - it's not other dwarf clans, you can rest assured on this. They are really more principled than you in adhering to tradition? Of course, it can also be said to be pedantic."
I don’t know who the old orc Eugene is mocking.
"Then you are lying! Except for the dwarf's territory, there is no other way for the orcs to enter and exit the Aldo's territory!"
Both eyes of Yimar turned red.
“Ah ha ha ha ha!” Eugene laughed, “If this is the case, then where did the goods from Aldo on the grassland go? And those in Aldo How did the specialties from the grassland get there? ”
"Human caravans, orc caravans, how did they enter each other's land? Emaar, you don't think they flew past each other, right?"
Imaar opened his eyes wide. Eyes, a look of shock.
"You mean? Through the Watcher Fortress? You...you are crazy!"
"How strong that fortress is, and how strong the Aldo army stationed inside is. If you want to attack there, you will definitely get a bloody blow!"
Eugene stroked his beard, narrowed his eyes and said, "Huh, don't worry about it. Lord Emaar ”
In fact, he was also murmuring in his heart, was the guarantee of the Gabera people reliable?
"Then...the [former] prince of the Mason clan, let's say goodbye here. The soldiers from the royal tent will go with me."
After that, Eugene Turning around, he opened the tent and was about to walk out.
“Wait!”
A low but clear voice stopped Eugene from leaving.
Eugene smiled with his back to Emaar, but quickly stopped.
He slowly turned around and looked at the dwarf he had abandoned.
"Is there anything else? Lord Yimar."
Due to the light, there were two masses of darkness in Yimar's eye sockets, making it difficult to see his gaze clearly.
And the dwarf did not immediately answer Eugene's words.
The dwarf's body was trembling, and veins appeared on his bare, strong arms.
Eugene became a little worried, whether he had stimulated himself too much.
Although dwarves are short in stature, they are a race known for their immense strength just like orcs.
There is no doubt that Emaar is a strong dwarf, even among dwarves, and although Eugene was once strong, his body has begun to decline.
If this simple-minded guy in front of me rushes over desperately...
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Eugene's forehead. Just when he wanted to shout for his guards, the dwarf opposite him put on an ugly smile.
“Oh, my friend!”
His tone was extremely tactful.
“Why can’t we talk again, my friend.”
Imaar raised his head, and Eugene saw his eyes clearly, which contained the meaning of flattery, flattery, and kindness. Worry, panic, but no hatred.
Eugene knew that he had succeeded, and his worries were finally relieved.
He did not want to give up helping Ymar, he just wanted to force the dwarves to make greater concessions to the orcs. He knew that the heart of the dwarf Emaar was not as strong as his appearance showed. The essence of this guy was that he was fierce but soft on the inside.
Now, the challenge to compete for the position of patriarch is about to begin. If Imar alone, he will never be able to win against the ten warriors sent by the current patriarch.
So, he had to rely on the power of the orcs.
If Emaar refuses to compromise further with himself, he will face the Mason clan alone. With his courage, he can only escape in despair instead of challenging as agreed a few days ago.
He was originally a dishonorable expelled person, and now he has failed to challenge the promise. The name Emaar will completely become a word synonymous with shame in the entire dwarf race. It is estimated that parents will give their children This name will no longer be used when choosing a name.
Yes, Eugene made a gamble. Although the chance of winning was high, it was still a gamble and there was a chance of losing.
And he won the bet.
"Look..." Emaar said in a tactful tone, "Tomorrow will be an important day for me. What conditions can you offer! I firmly believe that the territory of the Craftsman clan will be The royal tent on the grassland brings huge benefits.”
This guy immediately corrected himself, and just now Emaar was being arrogant to Eugene.
Eugene felt secretly happy. Although Emaar was now a lost dog, he was still the son of the former chief of the Craftsman clan.
This feeling of having the fate of a big man firmly in your own hands really gives people a huge sense of accomplishment.
"Oh, Lord Yimar. I just remembered that, although we have a way to pass through the Watcher Fortress, it would be good to have an extra road to contain the Aldo people from the rear. .”
“Hahahaha, I’ll just say it!”
Emaar laughed happily, with joy in his voice.
"Of course, this makes people feel dispensable." Eugene's face became slightly serious again.
"Ah, yes. But it's just like wealth. Who would dislike having more wealth?"
Imar became cautious again.
“You are right, Lord Emaar.”
The old orc Eugene nodded, "Who would dislike his own wealth, but he must make sure it is [his] wealth."
He emphasized the word [his].
“What do you want to do?”
Imar jumped and shouted, “Annexing the Mason clan? No! I absolutely cannot agree to this!”
“Oh no no. No! ”
Eugene waved his hands, "The Mason clan is still yours, Lord Emaar. But I think you should know the terms protectorate and vassal state?"
His expression became serious, "The Stonemason Clan will still retain a great deal of independence. We will not interfere in the internal affairs of the clan, but in terms of external affairs - not only human countries, but also exchanges with other dwarf clans - we need to maintain contact with the king's account. Consistent."
"This...this...this is still too much!"
Eugene saw the hesitation in Emaar's eyes.
“Isn’t this bad? On the other side of the grassland, many of Aldo’s original protectorates have become protectorates of the royal tent. Their people still live and work in peace and contentment, and most people don’t even know what happened. What happened?”
"Imaar, offer your complete loyalty to the king's tent! Think about it, the entire stonemason clan is waiting for your rule!"
The old orc's words were like the devil's temptation, repeating themselves in Imaar's heart. echo.
“I agree!”
He agreed.
(End of this chapter)