Chapter 713 Goblin's Specialty
The Beast King City is the most developed and prosperous city in the Beast King Court, no doubt about it!
Although the orcs are barbaric and bloodthirsty, due to the influence of humans, the upper class of the orcs have gradually learned the extravagant lifestyle of humans.
Therefore, although this beastman’s capital cannot compare to the holy cities of the Holy Alliance, it is not much different. Towering buildings and luxurious mansions can be seen everywhere.
However, the aesthetics of the Orcs are different from that of the Humans. The Humans' buildings are mostly exquisite and gorgeous in Gothic style.
However, the architectural style of this beast tribe is mostly rough and domineering.
For example, many mansions in this royal city have huge statues of orc warriors that are tens of meters high.
At the front door of every house, there must be two brave and tall beasts and guards guarding the same time. In this way, who is powerful and who is inferior can be seen at a glance at the door.
On a wide street only a few hundred meters away from the Beastman Palace, this is the widest street in the royal city, and the mansions on the street are also the most luxurious in the royal city.
In front of a magnificent mansion, two Komodo beasts were quietly guarding the door. This was the mansion of Prince Dosalon.
"My Lord, according to the latest news, the elf delegation did not return to the Sacred Forest from our Beast King's Court, but took a detour through the Dark Swamp and the Flame Grassland!"
In the luxurious hall, Dosalon had a gloomy expression on his face, and he had no interest in the beautiful women surrounding him. At this moment, in front of him, an orc soldier was half-kneeling and reporting to him.
"Really? Great! They actually dared to take a detour through the Dark Swamp. Send someone to chase them now. The Elf Queen, Prince, and the Killer God must die!"
After obtaining the orcish passage light ball, Dosalon hurried back to the orcish royal court on the same day in order to return to the royal court to arrange manpower to intercept and kill the elven delegation.
However, after waiting for two days, there was no news of any elven delegation entering the orc royal court.
When he learned that the elves had taken a detour, he was not angry but surprisingly surprised, because this choice of the elves could save him a lot of trouble.
After Dosalon returned to the Orc King's Court, the first thing he did was to look for his brother, the Beast King, and ask him to order the elves in the Sacred Forest to be wiped out in one fell swoop.
Unfortunately, his brother, the Beast King, refused to agree to this matter at all because the Land of God's Fall was about to open.
He was just told to be patient for a while and to resolve the matter after the beastmen could gain a foothold in the Land of God's Fall.
In addition, the Beast King also instructed him not to let the Elf delegation run into problems in the Beast Tribe's area, so as not to cause an all-out war between the two tribes.
But how could Dosalon bear it? It was he who had lost an arm, so he secretly began to plan an ambush. By that time, the matter was done and the worst that could happen was that he would be punished.
Unexpectedly, the elven delegation now took a detour, so he could send people out to intercept and kill the elven delegation without anyone noticing, and he would not have to bear any responsibility afterwards, so this was actually a good thing for him.
Thinking of this, Dosalon couldn't wait to get up and start making arrangements.
However, when the soldier who was reporting heard what Dosalon said, he looked embarrassed and a little trembling with fear.
"Why? Is there anything else you haven't said?"
Dosalon naturally saw the soldier's appearance, his heart sank, and he frowned and asked.
"Sir, according to the news, the elf delegation used the teleportation array to leave the Holy Alliance and left the Holy Alliance on the same day!"
"According to the time, they should have already reached the Blazing Grassland by now, and are only ten days away from the Sacred Forest..."
The Orc soldier wanted to conceal the news, but he didn't dare to do so and told the story carefully.
"What? The Holy Alliance left using a teleportation array?"
"Asshole! Asshole! Damn human race, you are going against my beast race!"
Sure enough, after hearing the news, Dosalon became furious.
The elves left the City of Hope one day later than them. According to their original speed, the elves should not have walked out of the Dark Swamp by now.
With so many Salons, there is more than enough time to send out people to ambush and kill them at the edge of the Flame Prairie.
But they didn't expect that the human race actually used a teleportation array for the elves, which means that the elves left the Holy Alliance nine days earlier than them.
It is now impossible to intercept the elven delegation. By the time they reach the Flame Prairie, the elves will probably have reached the Sacred Forest, so Donsaron can't help but go crazy.
"Does this revenge have to wait? Impossible!"
"Since I can't kill you now, I still want you to pay a sufficient price first!"
Naturally, Dosalon was unwilling to let go of his hatred. He suppressed his anger and thought for a moment, then he came up with an idea.
"Go and pass on my order now. Gather three thousand warriors from the tribe! Let's go to the sacred forest!"
"Remember, tell them not to spread the news, and don't let the Beast King know!"
As the prince of the Orcish Royal Court, Dorsalon naturally has his own tribe and army.
However, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the Beast King, Dosalon only planned to take 3,000 elite troops with him.
"Yes, sir!"
This soldier was Dosalon's confidant, so he naturally obeyed Dosalon's orders. He simply responded and then quickly left the hall!
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Flaming grassland.
When the sun rose in the early morning, the camp had been cleaned up and Gervis and others were ready to move on.
Their original team of more than 500 people had grown to more than 1,500 people after last night.
After negotiating the terms with the goblin leader named Chachar last night, Gervis immediately began to inquire about other matters.
For example, where are their camps located?
There are thousands of goblins, so it is impossible for them to come back empty-handed.
When asked by Gervis, Chachar was honest and immediately told the location where they were stationed these days.
Then Gervis asked Nadine to send people to surround the camp and capture the remaining two hundred goblins again.
About a hundred of these goblins were originally staying in the camp, and another hundred or so were the ones that escaped the net that Nadine and her team had not yet caught.
After capturing all the remaining goblins, the more than a thousand goblins that came out of the Cliff Forest were captured by Gervis in an orderly manner.
However, although the terms had been negotiated with these goblins, Gervis did not order them to be untied, but still tied them up with ropes.
After all, goblins are not stupid. Although they are timid, their intelligence is not inferior to that of humans. If Gervis unties them, most of them will surely run away when they return to the Sacred Forest.
The only goblin who was untied was the one named Chachar. After all, he was the leader of these more than a thousand people!
"Are these the small fortresses you designed?"
In the carriage, Gervis was holding a notebook in his hand. This notebook was looted from the goblin camp and was Chachar's daily notebook.
It’s no wonder that Chachar is a coward when it comes to fighting, but he is very good at architecture.
When Gervis opened his notebook, he immediately saw the drawings of several small fortresses, all of which were designed with great care.
The scale ranges from a few hundred people to a few thousand people.
"Yes, Your Majesty Gervis, this is all my design!"
Chachar drank the wine in the glass carefully, his eyes always fixed on the silver wine jug beside him.
Hearing Gervis' question, he quickly answered respectfully.
“Oh, not bad!”
"By the way, did you goblins also design the three small trebuchets yourself? I mean, those metal parts?"
"Yes, Your Majesty Gervis, that trebuchet was improved by a master of our Goblin tribe!"
Chachar remained honest and did not dare to be negligent at all.
"Yeah! Very good!"
Once again, Gervais made a good comment.
He already had a small cannon, although he didn't think much of the catapult.
But this goblin's catapult is much more advanced than that of the human race and has many highlights.
This made Gervis respect these cowardly goblins even more.
Although the goblins' trebuchets are small, they know how to use gears to build trebuchets.
The human race's trebuchets are of the simplest and most ancient style, relying on the huge stone counterweight in front of the trebuchet to launch projectiles, and there are no gears or other things at all.
However, the Goblin's catapult does not require huge stones as counterweights. It is directly equipped with gears and the tendons and skins of Warcraft as launching power.
The principle is to place the catapult's throwing arm into the monster's tendons and skin, and pull the arm downwards through metal gears to tighten the elastic monster's tendons and skin.
The moment the throwing arm is released, the projectile is launched with the help of the rebound force of the monster's tendons and skin.
Although doing so will not make it more powerful than the human catapult.
However, it is many times lighter than the human trebuchet. Unlike the human trebuchet, it does not require carrying huge counterweights when using it.
The Goblin catapult consists of little more than a base and a few sturdy wooden beams.
Of course, what Gervis really cares about most is the use of those gears.
These goblins are not modern people, but they know how to use gears, which means they have creative abilities in this area.
To Gervis, these goblins are talents. If he really has any ideas, maybe he can let them tinker with them and maybe they can come up with some usable gadgets.
"Chachaer, right? This bottle of wine is for you!"
"In the future, bring your people to work hard for me. I promise not to mistreat you, and I will also pay you!"
After flipping through a few pages of the notebook, Gervis had an idea of the goblin's weight, so he didn't plan to talk to it any more. He decided to wait until they reached the sacred forest.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"
When Chachar heard that Gervis actually gave him the pot of wine as a reward, he immediately became extremely eager and nodded and bowed repeatedly.
In addition to the delicious wine, the exquisite wine jug is made of silver. For the goblins, who are many times more impoverished than the elves, this is a rare treasure.
Then, Chachar excitedly walked out of the carriage holding the wine jug.
And Gervis also began to practice fighting spirit and magic.
(End of this chapter)
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