"Dear Chief Abal."
Grand Duke Bradley's tone was very respectful, "We have seen that your army is so invincible that those cowardly Rodney bastards are running away. "
"Hahaha, my dear friend, if you have anything to say, you can just say it."
Abal's eyes were full of smiles, but Bradley was attracted by him. Somewhat embarrassed.
He paused before saying: "The entire northeastern region of the kingdom is now under our control. Chief, do you think it's time to fulfill the second half of the agreement between us?"
"Agreement?" Abal pretended to be surprised, with a look of disbelief on his face. "Oh, by the way, there was an agreement between us."
His tone made Bradley's heart skip a beat, thinking to himself that this muscular barbarian would not regret it.
"In this case, let's implement the second half of the agreement."
Abal's words made Duke Bradley breathe a huge sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Chief Abar. I will deliver those gold coins and goods to your royal tent as promised. I hope the friendship between the Bu Bradley family and the grassland will last from generation to generation."
"Come here! Bring the map!" The supreme leader of the prairie orcs waved his hand, and his servant immediately placed a large map on the table.
What was he going to do? Bradley had a bad feeling in his heart.
Abal groped his chin and tugged at his beard, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
"Dusan, as a proof of our friendship, I have decided to give these towns to you."
"What?" Dusan Bradley was confused.
"Here, here, and here...as a reward for fighting alongside us, I generously give it to you."
Abal pointed at the map and told him the locations on it one by one.
"Dear Dusan, your army is no longer needed for the subsequent battles. Leave it to us. Lead the soldiers back home. Haven't you always wanted to wear a crown for yourself? Let it go. Do it.”
As if a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, Dusan Bradley was shocked and speechless for a long time.
What he had been worried about happened.
According to the original agreement, the Bradley family hired an army of orcs to drive away the royal family's influence in the Loess Land. As a reward, the orcs were given a large amount of money and materials every year.
The Bradley family's ambitions initially stopped at the Loess Land and the Inner Rodan Corridor, but when the orcs gained the advantage on the battlefield and began to sweep across the entire northeastern territory of the kingdom like an autumn wind sweeping leaves, The Duke was extremely happy, imagining that the entire land in the northeastern part of the kingdom would be ruled by him.
Until he saw the extraordinary enthusiasm of the orcs. If they just completed the employer's task, they did not need to work so hard.
“Dear Chief, I don’t understand what you mean.” Dusan Bradley continued to play dumb, “Now that the warriors under your command have fulfilled our agreement, they can return with the loot. The grassland is gone. Leave the rest to us."
Abal stared into his eyes and burst into laughter, and the orc generals present also laughed. This time, they had no qualms about expressing their strong sense of sarcasm.
"Duke Bradley!" Abar's tone became more serious, "After completing the agreement, you have to return to the grassland? Why? Don't forget, your request at that time was only the Loess Plains and Nairodan. , I am a person who keeps my promise, and I will hand over the promised land to you now, but not other places, it was all won by the warriors on the grassland for themselves! Oh, my God, you don’t think that those extra lands will be given to you! The area that comes down will be given to you as a free gift, right?”
The chief’s expression was very exaggerated.
"No! You can't do this!" Bradley panicked and became angry at the same time. "The orcs belong to the grasslands and should not covet the land south of the Rocky Mountains!"
The orc chief responded rudely: "Today is different from the past! The northern part of Aldo is like a piece of plump lamb meat now. Waiting for us to taste it slowly.”
He showed no mercy to the Duke.
Dusan Bradley felt faint in his head and felt bitter in his heart. Using the orc army to achieve his own goals was completely different from surrendering human land to the orcs.
The former will be regarded by many people as a contingency, while the latter is destined to make itself infamous in human history.
His face turned almost purple from anger and fear.
In the previous period, the Archduke was full of confidence in his agreement with the orcs, because at that time, it was envisaged that the orc army entering Aldo would serve as an auxiliary or at most be with Brad The armed forces of the Li family were on par with each other, and the two sides cooperated to fight against the powerful royal army.
But when the orc army really poured into the northeast of the kingdom through the Rocky Mountains and the Innerrodan Corridor, he discovered that he had been miscalculated.
Abal cunningly concealed the strength of the royal tent in their previous interactions with him, causing the Duke to greatly underestimate his allies. However, only after they revealed their true fangs did they realize that they had control over His strength quickly dropped to a dispensable state, and a series of tough battles with the royal army were fought by the orc army.
"In this case, I think this distribution is unfair."
But after realizing that he could hardly avoid falling into great infamy, Dusan Bradley immediately began to turn to To grab more profits himself, the distribution he mentioned refers to the towns that Abal gave him just now. In his opinion, they are just mosquito meat.
“The Bradley family’s army has also participated in many battles. Only by receiving at least half of the Black Soil Plains can it be considered a reasonable reward.”
Abal's eyes widened, as if he was shocked by the Duke's shamelessness.
He decided not to argue with the other party, because he knew that what humans are best at is asking for a high price and paying back the money on the ground.
"Roar!" The warchief roared angrily, and in a behavior that was very consistent with human stereotypes of orcs, he kicked the table over.
"Dusan, what are the abilities of those guys under your command? Can't I see that I will give you some charity for the sake of our old friendship? Since you are so greedy, now I I've changed my mind. Now you only have the Loess Land. As for the other things, the Inner Rodan Corridor, the Blackstone Plains, and the things I just mentioned, don't even think about it!"
"No! The Nairodan Corridor is what we agreed on!"
The Duke was startled by his sudden change of attitude and fell into the abyss of despair, but he still wanted to fight for it.
Abal looked ferocious and pointed at his nose, "You were greedy first. Now return to your own territory immediately. This is my last mercy!"
Du San Bradley had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart, turned around and led his men out of the tent.