Lin Qing's voice finally rang.√

"Maybe some people say, I'm a tyrant."

"Maybe some people say, I'm a demon.

"Perhaps some people complain that I don't talk about the orc tradition."

"Whatever you think."

"What I want is that you absolutely obey!"

"From now on, the Orc Tribe Alliance is me, the Great Chief, and the Great Shaman of the Black Hand, who decides everything together. The Supreme Chiefs' Council will cease operation indefinitely."

"I don't want to explain too much. For those who can do things, follow me if they don't explain. For those who don't want to do things, no matter how they explain, they are playing the piano for cows."

"The tool I will communicate with you in the future is the butcher knife."

"Assess my orders, I will give you a reward, and I will not obey my orders, and I will raise my butcher's knife to you."

"Want to rebel? The Frost Wolf Clan is the lesson of the past."

"Everyone take a break, clean up here, and get rid of the corpses. This afternoon, I will continue to attack the city! I will make a fuss! Before sunrise tomorrow, I will see the corpses of Ryan, Rosa and Morning Star!"

"I don't plan to leave a living place for the Storm Fortress, the royal city of mankind. Siege! Don't let anyone go! Go burn, kill, and rob!" Lin Qing's tone was plain, but he was determined to block the railway.

"Roar!" The black hand raised the giant axe high.

The orcs raised their giant axes and weapons one after another!

Lin Qing's words are very simple and easy to understand, and even the stupidest orc can understand them.

Those who follow me will prosper and rebellion will perish!

Want democracy?

Can.

The bodies of Garona, Durotan, Medivh and others who were carried out were role models of rebels who wanted democracy.

It can rebel, but the cost of failure is not explained.

Olimu of the Blood Ring Clan, Fea of ​​the War Song Clan, Li of the Hand-Black Clan, and Jelina of the Yueying Clan, all of them were nervous.

This is human nature.

It sounds ridiculous.

Lin Qing communicated well with them and explained the pros and cons. He hoped that they could see the orc's life and death, support the work of the great chief, and ensure that the government orders were smooth, just like the arm and fingers.

But they don't want to.

As a result, after a coup planned by Medivh, Garona, Durotan and Odorim, everyone figured it out.

The bloody massacre is more powerful than any language.

Not only did I figured it out, these orc tribes also felt a great admiration for Lin Qing.

He has strength, he has charm.

He can rule so many trolls and evil creatures, and can lead orcs to prosperity. Not only does the orcs not thank him, but also want to overthrow him. Isn’t this a problem?

Therefore, the orcs were united and filled with joy at this time.

Human nature is so abnormal.

When you are inadequate, humility is only seen as weakness.

When your strength is strong enough and used roughly, your strength will only be regarded as decisive and powerful.

Without race, I hope that my leader is a weak person.

Even in a so-called democratic society, the people have laziness in thinking and hope that their leaders are wise and wise enough to decide everything.

Lin Qing, at this time, controlled the orc army and launched a final general attack on Storm City.

There are only a few remaining trenchers.

But it's enough.

Several trenchers bombarded the city of Storm in the evening. Dozens of places had collapsed, and the biggest gap was enough for siegemen to rush up the city walls while trampling on the gravel.

In fact, this is what Lin Qing did.

When the moon rises at night, the bright moonlight spreads over the earth.

The bright moon emerges from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Mingyue witnessed a terrifying meat grinder battle between the tribe and the alliance.

Tens of thousands of trolls, fully armed, wielding terrifying giant axes, big swords, hammers, and even stones, rushed towards a storm fortress filled with gunpowder.

Above the severely damaged Storm Fortress, a rain of arrows was sprayed densely from the shooting mouth that could still be shot, shooting at the running trolls.

There was only a puff sound, and the trolls who were shot into hedgehog fell to the ground in rows.

But this did not stop the trolls' ambitions at all.

The latecomer stepped on the dead companion's corpse in front and continued to run forward.

The hidden firepower lurking on the Storm Fortress also opened fire.

The trencher deployed on the city wall, which could work, smashed a fire-ridden stone rain on the group of trolls running.

The trolls suffered heavy losses again.

A large number of trolls were hit by a fire-carried boulder and died tragically on the spot.

The stinking smell of corpses on the battlefield.

The black corpses lie all over the city walls.

The trolls stepped on the gravel, rushed up the city wall, and launched a massacre.

But humans are already ready.

Ryan, who received the news that Medivh failed and was killed with Garona, had already ordered Storm Fortress to prepare for actual combat.

Millions of people in the entire fortress were finally mobilized by the Storm Kingdom.

The reserve gunmen recruited temporarily alone reached 10,000.

All the weapons in the national arsenal of Storm Fortress were divided, armed more than 100,000 farmers and citizens, preparing to fight the invading monsters for the final decisive battle.

The broken posture of the whole people is chilling just by watching it.

The trolls rushed up the city wall, but were driven down by archers and snatchers who were waiting for the battle.

The combat power of the trolls was very terrifying. With just a wave of their hand, dozens of peasant spearmen could be killed, but the trolls had already put life and death apart, and another one came until they stabbed the trolls all over their bodies, fell to the ground, and twitched.

Storm Fortress has become a veritable meat grinder.

Both sides invested countless lives to join the battle.

This is the carnival of death, this is the slaughterhouse of creatures, and this is the feast of flesh and blood.

The trolls went on one after another without any timidity. They had long been controlled by Lin Qing and had no fear. They could only move forward bravely.

Neither side has any way out, so they fight for life and death, which is particularly tragic.

Lin Qing said lightly to Li Meilin beside him: "I said that people are weak in life and strong in death. These human farmers are the weakest and strongest people!"

Li Meilin nodded: "It's a pity that they are our enemies. Either they die or we die. There is no second choice!"

Lin Qing had a expressionless face and waved his hand suddenly.

Blood ring clan, War song clan, Broken Hand clan, Yueshadow clan.

The four clans, led by their respective chiefs, rushed out of the battle formation and rushed to the meat grinder battlefield in front of the fortress.

This is Lin Qing's killing of people without blood.

In order to further consolidate his power, Lin Qing must weaken these four large tribes with a long history!

These four tribes are also well aware of, but what can they do?

Fate drove them to the meat grinder battlefield!

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