"You..." Staring at Moritia with a righteous face, Moril's fingers trembled with anger, "Who do you think you are? A mere fox, and you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!"
For a long time, Morir has been proud of his tiger-man identity. He feels that the tiger-men are the natural royal family.
Even the lion-men should not be on par with the tiger-men. The orcs should be under the management of the tiger-men.
A weak race like the Fox People should be timid and just follow the orders of the Tiger People.
Moritia dared to stand up and accuse Morir, the tiger prince, which made him feel humiliated. The fox people could not tell the difference between the big and small kings.
In the past, facing the angry Tiger Prince, Moritia would have retreated, stayed quiet, and would never have stepped forward.
But things are different now. If one thing is not done well, it will trigger a war between the undead and the orcs, and the orcs are likely to be the losing side. Moritia does not want to see this happen, so he has no intention of retreating. Instead, he straightened his chest and looked directly at Morir.
"For the prosperity of the empire and lasting peace, every orc has the responsibility to stand up. Even if it means sacrificing one's life, it is an honor!"
"Prince Morir, as the prince of the Tiger Clan of the Orc Empire, you have aroused the wrath of the Undead. This will affect millions of people in the Orc Empire, and may even cost them their lives."
"Shouldn't you be held responsible for this?"
"For the glory of the Orc Empire, please show your courage!"
Moritia's voice was sharp, and he held his head high and chest out, and shouted to Morir with righteousness and dignity, neither humble nor arrogant.
Morir gritted his teeth, showing his sharp teeth, pointing at Moritia and unable to speak. But when he looked at the other orc officials, he found that those people were not on his side, but on the side of the fox man, looking at him with inexplicable eyes.
"Rebellion, rebellion, you guys are going to rebel!"
Faced with so many inexplicable looks, Morier became more and more angry. He raised a knife, pointed it at the officials present, and roared with his teeth bared.
The White Tiger Empress finally couldn't help herself. She stood up from the throne and looked down at Morier, who was threatening the officials with a knife. She said in an icy voice, "Prince Morier, you are tired. You need to rest. Guards, send the prince back."
"No! I'm not tired! You can't do this to me, I'm a prince! I'm the prince of the Khajiit tribe!"
Seeing the guards around him coming forward and trying to control himself, Prince Morir suddenly screamed, turned his head to look at the White Tiger Empress, with anger in his eyes, and screamed madly.
The guards stopped and turned to look at the White Tiger Queen, but saw that her eyes were full of coldness. They no longer hesitated, walked forward and grabbed Morir.
Morier swung his sword fiercely, forcing back the two leopard guards in front of him, but he heard a snort in his ear. His body stiffened suddenly, and he looked at the White Tiger Queen again. The moment he saw her eyes, he seemed to understand something.
The White Tiger Queen's eyes revealed murderous intent, and Morier was very familiar with this kind of look.
When she first ascended the throne, this kind of look often appeared. Every time it appeared, it meant that someone was going to die. Those who resisted her, were disobedient, and had complaints would all die, and even their families could not escape.
It was this kind of iron-blooded method that allowed the White Tiger Empress to sit firmly on the throne.
In recent years, the White Tiger Queen has become much gentler and no longer kills people at the slightest disagreement like before.
But this does not mean that the White Tiger Queen will not kill people.
Her eyes reminded Morier of the past, and he suddenly realized that if he continued to resist, the empress would not care about anything else and would order the guards to behead him in the hall.
The majesty of the empress is unquestionable.
Even if he is a tiger man and a prince, it will not work.
Morir breathed heavily and slowly put down the knife in his hand. The leopard guards immediately stepped forward and snatched his knife. More than a dozen guards surrounded him and escorted him outside.
Li Ziyu did not leave. When the White Tiger Queen asked for help just now, he stopped and was now at the door of the hall.
He watched as Moril was escorted over by a dozen guards with a look of watching a show in his eyes.
Moril turned his head to look at Li Ziyu, his eyes flashing with anger and resentment, but Li Ziyu laughed, which made Moril even angrier.
The leopard guard behind him gave him a gentle push, and Morier continued to walk out grunting.
The White Tiger Queen silently watched the guards take Morir away, then looked at Li Ziyu again and said to him, "Lord of the Undead, please move."
Li Ziyu nodded.
The orc officials in the hall looked at each other and left one after another.
Originally, today was a good day. It should be that the Undead and the Orc Empire strengthened their cooperation and everyone moved towards a better tomorrow together.
As a result of this incident, it is still uncertain how things will develop.
Morir, the tiger prince, is really more of a hindrance than a help.
The White Tiger Empress also left the hall. Several guards came to Li Ziyu and asked him to follow them.
Before leaving, Li Ziyu turned to Damenlevsky and Bepta and said, "You two go back first. I'll go see the White Tiger Queen myself."
The two looked at each other, and Damenlevsky said, "I'd better go with you. What if the orc king wants to harm you?"
Li Ziyu shook her head and said to him, "No, don't worry, she's not the kind of person who doesn't know what's good for her. Killing me will definitely bring revenge from the undead. She won't do that."
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