Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 575: The Debate 1
Chapter 575: The Debate 1
TL: Rui88
Hearing Grand Chieftain Abal’s words, everyone in the tent burst into laughter.
“Alright, now that Kalem has returned victorious, it’s time to discuss serious business.”
Abal looked at the young orc named Aru. “Well done, young man. I award your tribe one hundred sheep, and I will separately award you thirty sheep and a fine horse.”
Joy appeared in the young orc Aru’s eyes, and he repeatedly bowed to the Grand Chieftain. “Thank you, King of the Plains, Grand Chieftain Abal.” His excitement was palpable.
“Hahahaha! Go on.” Abal waved his hand at him, and Aru exited the great tent.
Now, those who remained here were all people of high rank and great power in the King’s Tent.
Abal’s previous peaceful expression was gone, replaced by a stern and cold face.
“Eugene, tell us the news you brought back from the great forest.”
“Yes, Grand Chieftain.”
A somewhat aged orc responded. He was Eugene. Not long ago, he had personally led a caravan into the forest west of the Great Plains to “reminisce” with his old friend, Assoye, chieftain of the forest orc Blood Bull Tribe.
“Unfortunately…” Eugene’s face was a little dejected. “Assoye rejected our invitation.”
Before Eugene could finish, a wave of indignation arose within the great tent.
“Insolent!”
“Doesn’t know what’s good for him!”
“Grand Chieftain, dispatch troops immediately to punish this old man.”
Abal’s generals scrambled to voice their opinions.
Abal waved his hand, and they quieted down.
“He refused, as expected?” The Grand Chieftain’s expression did not seem surprised. “The orcs in the forest have been separated from us for a long time. It’s not strange for them to make this choice.” 𝐑åŊꝊβЁș
“Grand Chieftain,” said an orc general with a hideous scar on his face, “those rats hiding in the forest have long forgotten their glory and their obligations to the King’s Tent. It must be because they have spent too much time with the human tribes that also live in the forest and have been tainted by their habits. They are no longer worthy of being called orcs.”
“Arroyo!” Eugene could not take it anymore and chided, “To speak of our own people like that is truly too much, especially to speak of Assoye like that. He is a hero.”
“Our own people?” Arroyo said with contempt. “We treat them as our own people, but do they treat us as their own? Fine, since they are unwilling to be our people, then let them become our slaves.”
“Grand Chieftain,” Eugene no longer paid attention to Arroyo and spoke directly to Abal, “Although Assoye is quite resistant to us, his son…Gunther…secretly asked me to convey his goodwill to you.”
“His son? Hahaha!” Abal laughed. “What did this fellow have to say?”
“He said that he greatly admires the Zalg Clan and the King’s Tent, and hopes to one day be able to join and fight under your command.”
“Hmm, I understand.” Abal stroked his chin, lost in thought.
“There is more good news,” Eugene said. “That expelled ‘prince’ of the dwarf Mason Clan…Imar Mason…is interested in accepting our help to reclaim the inheritance rights he was deprived of.”
“Oh? That is indeed good news.” Abal became happy. “But our help does not come without a price.”
“That is only natural,” Eugene also said with a smile. “He has already promised that if we can help him retake the position of clan chief, he is willing to provide us with the use of the ‘passage’ under the control of the Mason Clan.”
“Oh!” Inside the great tent, some were baffled, while others were extremely excited.
“Good. With the dwarves’ passage, the tall and majestic Rocky Mountains will no longer be an obstacle for us.” Abal’s eyes shone with a sharp light.
Kalem asked in confusion, “Grand Chieftain, are you suggesting we should crawl through the dwarves’ tunnels?”
He knew that many orcs, with the tacit permission of the dwarves, passed through the tunnels in the mountains to raid the humans on the south side of the mountain range, in order to prevent human settlements from approaching the Rocky Mountains. However, it was impossible to transport a large army and its required supplies in this way.
“Hahaha, you may not know yet,” Abal replied. “There are many very wide valleys in the Rocky Mountains. Some of these valleys are connected to each other, forming many natural passages that can cross the Rocky Mountains, enough for a large army to pass through unimpeded. But the dwarves, fearing that outsiders would disturb their lives, concealed the information about these valleys. If for some reason they had to let outsiders enter their territory, they would deliberately lead them in circles through their tunnels, one moment in the light, the next in the dark, making the outsiders dizzy and confused. As a result, for thousands of years, most people have believed that the Rocky Mountains are an impassable natural barrier.”
“This… this… this…” After hearing the Grand Chieftain’s words, Kalem was too surprised to speak.
“In that case, doesn’t the so-called Watcher’s Legion of the Kingdom of Ordo become a joke? Enemies could appear at their rear and flank at any time.”
“Yes!” Arroyo yelled at the top of his lungs. “But the premise is that we can control those passages. Otherwise, the dwarves will not take the initiative to provoke the humans.”
He felt as if a great revenge was about to be realized. Whenever he thought of the suppression of the plains orcs by the human Watcher’s army for hundreds of years, Arroyo seethed with anger.
Abal said, “I think it will be realized soon. The key is when that Imar can make up his mind.”
Eugene added, “He said he would contact us on his own initiative after he returns from the human kingdom.”
Abal asked, puzzled, “What is he doing in the human world?”
Eugene replied, “Imar took a job as a guide, leading a human adventure team back to their hometown south of the mountains.”
“Tsk tsk, greedy dwarves.” Abal shook his head after hearing this, and he turned to another orc.
“Aguire, my son, tell us about the situation with the Gabella humans.”
“Yes, Father.” Aguire…Abal’s eldest son…replied very respectfully.
“The two princes of Gabella, their conflict has become almost public. I estimate they will start fighting very soon. We will have a good show to watch then. Of course, we won’t just be quietly watching from the sidelines.”
“Oh? Then which prince do you think will win?”
“Father, I am optimistic about the older brother’s side. He himself is the eldest son, his maternal grandfather is the empire’s powerful prime minister, and he has the support of a large number of nobles…”
Aguire continued to state his views, but Abal’s mind was occupied by a sudden thought…why were all the powers around him having problems with their children?
It was like this with the Blood Bull Tribe in the forest, like this with the Mason dwarves on the Rocky Mountains, and like this with the Gabella Empire to the southeast.
Abal glanced at his son, who was still talking animatedly.
Aguire, my eldest son, you must not disappoint your father.
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Chapter 575: The Debate 1
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