Reborn as Hokage, I am actually a god

His Majesty the King's sudden departure caused an uproar among the nobles in the hall.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this? Isn't our territory the king's territory? We don't pay the annual taxes in vain." A nobleman said angrily.

"Yes! Yes! This is because we don't care about the kingdom at all. Now that the kingdom has been invaded by foreign enemies, it is still angry with us. It does not have the magnanimity of Emperor Thoradin at all. I used to think that he was a wise monarch. , It seems like that now.”

The nobles fiercely accused Ryan of being disrespectful. All the nobles expressed their extreme incomprehension for this indifferent attitude.

The old Duke's face was gloomy. He didn't understand. Did His Majesty the King really think that he could keep the kingdom by relying on those heretics? In the end, it was not up to them nobles. At this moment, he had a vague feeling in his heart. Listening to the noisy accusations in the hall, the old Duke felt irritable. "Shut up!" The old Duke shouted loudly, and instantly The hall fell silent.

"Now that the kingdom's military strength is temporarily unreliable, everyone should bring out their private soldiers! Stop hiding them. If we want to solve the problems in our respective territories, we can only unite."

As soon as the old Duke finished speaking, the nobles in the hall suddenly became uneasy. What are private soldiers? They are the cornerstone of their rule. Without these, how can they maintain the order of the territory? Moreover, they are not without the ferocity of those monsters. I've seen it before, ordinary soldiers used to send it off.

"Isn't this going too far, old Duke? We pay taxes to the kingdom every year! At this time, you actually let us send out private soldiers. This is our personal property. Will the kingdom reimburse us for the loss!" Yes! The nobleman said angrily.

"Hmph, how long has it been, and you still care about this? If you don't want to participate, you don't have to send troops." The old Duke glanced at the nobleman who spoke with a displeased look.

The nobleman lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

"You have seen the king's attitude. Now those heretics are the ones the king trusts. I hope everyone will think about the relationship!" After saying this, the old Duke left the hall thoughtfully.

The other nobles didn't look good when they heard the old duke's reminder. Suddenly, some smart nobles thought of a terrible possibility, but they didn't think that way before due to common sense in the mainland.

The nobles who thought about it all turned pale. "Marquis Camron, do you think that kind of thing will really happen?" A noble asked thoughtfully.

"Hmph! For thousands of years, kings and nobles have ruled the world. I'm afraid the old Duke is overthinking it. If a group of heretics didn't want them to guard the Back Mountain, I believe His Majesty wouldn't do such an irrational thing. ”

Camron, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, said proudly. Nobles naturally have the pride of nobility. The nobleman on the side did not feel relaxed after listening to Camron's words. Instead, what happened in the territory during this period made him more and more anxious. The untouchables were less and less afraid of the nobles and only knew how to listen to the Holy Church. That group of heretics, and the king's immense trust in the heretics, coupled with the powerful force of the heretics, filled his heart with a deep uneasiness.

And just when the nobles were worried, a series of bunkers were built on both sides of the mountain road in Ridgeback Mountain, the only military fortress leading to the hinterland of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

In the Kingdom of Storms, which had been at ease for thousands of years, what was reflected in Lothar's sight was a terrifying barbaric army.

Only by visiting the front line can you understand how terrifying the orcs are. The endless green tide of troops. When Lothar first came to the front line, he felt a deep sense of suffocation when he saw this terrifying scene.

However, the following battle made him understand that the orcs may be powerful, but the priests guarding the fortress are even more terrifying. For the first time in Lothar's knowledge, a killing machine appeared, which broke through previous knowledge.

The right one was the killing machine. When the green tide surged in, the blow like a violent storm made him understand how fragile life was. The efficient speed of killing orcs sometimes made him shudder.

The mouth of the fortress, which was hundreds of meters away, turned into a huge millstone of flesh and blood under the crossfire of hundreds of machine guns. It was like a monster lying between two giant mountains, constantly devouring the lives of the orcs. There was a sound in the distance. Another deafening sound of artillery fire, like thunder, wiped out all the enemies who dared to provoke him.

The rising light of the terrifying small mushroom cloud impacted the hearts of the ordinary soldiers who came here to fight like a divine punishment. They couldn't believe that this was actually an attack from a human being. The violent and hot destruction wiped out countless people in an instant. Thousands of orcs, not even a single corpse left on the ground.

At this time, in the resolute tent military council set up by the orcs, the faces of all the orc clan chiefs fell into silence.

Even Gul'dan, who thought he had control over the orcs, didn't speak at this time.

"Four days! In just four days, our orc warriors lost nearly 20,000 people at the mouth of this valley. Gul'dan is what you call a weak race. With their killing speed, even if they exhaust us The one hundred thousand warriors here are only a matter of time." Durotan looked at Gul'dan sitting next to Black Hand with a cold expression.

Gul'dan was silent and did not speak. The enemy's power also had a strong impact on him, especially those two attacks that were like little suns.

"Durotan, pay attention to the tone of your words. The high priest has done a great job in finding a new living space for the orcs." Blackhand looked at Durotan with a sullen face.

Durotan gnashed his fangs. He also knew that what he said was biased. If he were a normal high priest, he would never say that. After all, it was a blessing to find a way out for the orcs before the world was destroyed. thing, but he always felt that the destruction of his hometown was inseparable from the guy in front of him.

"Now everyone has seen the situation. If we continue to attack like this, no matter how many warriors we have, we will be destroyed here. If it is not necessary, we will bypass this area and go to other places!"

After Durotan finished speaking, the other orc chiefs became interested. One by one, they looked at the tall black hand.

"No! We have wasted so many troops here, how can we just give up like this? I don't believe that attacking them like that has no cost. Moreover, the warriors who have crossed the mountain have confirmed the intelligence. Except here, on the other side of the mountain The race is still weak." Blackhand slapped the table and retorted. His son died at the hands of those guys, how could he not avenge him.

Seeing Black Hand's rebuttal, the orcs in the conference room looked at each other. To be honest, most orc chiefs do not want to continue spending time here. This world is rich in resources. As long as the orcs expand to other places, it is not impossible to survive. At most, it will be easier to develop if there are human city-state supplies.

But due to the black hand's usual power, no one dared to refute.