Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1922 Orc Alliance
Meanwhile, the defeated wolf riders, covered in bullets, fled back to their tribes and reported the situation to their chieftain.

"Chief, there's definitely something wrong with the goblins. Our cavalry went to the border to check the situation, and what came out to meet us wasn't goblins, but a cavalry unit on warhorses that we'd never seen before."

"But the weapons they have are very similar to those used by the goblins before, so the goblins have probably been wiped out."

Upon hearing this, the werewolf chieftain sitting in the tent was also tempted.

Winter is fast approaching, but the tribe's food reserves are running low. In order to get through the winter more safely, they urgently need to acquire more food.

Can you confirm their race?

"There's no way to confirm. Those guys are completely covered in armor, with only their eyes showing. You can't tell at all."

Upon hearing this, the werewolf chieftain frowned immediately.

Orcs also value intelligence when they take action, not to mention the werewolves, who are known for their cautious approach.

In the eyes of the werewolf chieftain, the unknown often represents risk.

Goblins are already difficult to deal with, and eliminating their forces will only make us stronger.

Their current advantage lies in the fact that the enemy has just finished fighting the goblins, and their internal forces are likely to have suffered heavy casualties, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

However, the werewolf chieftain clearly still had some hesitation in his heart, which prevented him from making any rash moves.

"In that case, go and invite the chiefs of these tribes here."

Since it's an orc alliance, it's naturally not just the werewolf tribe.

Currently, each tribe is basically fighting its own battle to obtain enough food for the winter. After all, resources are limited, and they don't even have enough for themselves. If they can keep it all for themselves, they will not choose to share it.

However, the Goblin Kingdom was a tough nut to crack, especially since the other side had wiped out the Goblin Kingdom's forces.

Faced with such a tough nut to crack, it's not impossible to join forces with several tribes.

The weather is getting colder every day, and they don't have much time left. The werewolves who received the order quickly went to notify the other tribes nearby.

Upon receiving the message, the orc chieftains from several surrounding tribes arrived quickly.

The first to arrive was a short man, estimated to be about 1.5 meters tall. Although small in stature, his body and limbs were quite sturdy.

He was covered in black fur, but the patch of fur that ran from his head down his spine was a very edgy white, as if he had gotten his hair permed and dyed.

Combined with those tiny, beady eyes, it gives off a strangely comical vibe.

Yet this orc, with his gait and even his expression, exuded an indescribable arrogance, acting as if he were the boss of the world.

At the same time, they didn't stand on ceremony at all.

“Blackridge, your men told me that there’s trouble in the goblin territory, a good opportunity to plunder their food. They came to inform me specifically, but do you really think you’re that kind? I don’t quite believe it.”

During this time, the werewolf chieftain, known as Black Ridge, seemed to have long been used to the other party's arrogant attitude and didn't care at all.

"Chief Steel Fang is joking. Our werewolf tribe and your badger tribe have always gotten along well over the years. Our previous collaborations have all gone very well, haven't they?"

"Besides, how could I dare to deceive Chief Steel Fang?"

"That's true! If you dare to lie to me, I'll bite your throat off!"

Clearly, Blackspine's words pleased Steel Fang, who proudly displayed his sharp teeth. Blackspine simply smiled without saying a word.

He didn't dislike Steel Teeth; in fact, to some extent, he quite liked Steel Teeth's confident attitude of being fearless and always ready to act without hesitation.

At the same time, in the short time it took them to say a few words, another orc chieftain arrived, this time a kobold chieftain.

The kobolds and werewolves were related by blood in ancient times, even before the old civilization. The two races are on good terms now, so the werewolves often involve the kobolds in certain matters.

Of course, in the eyes of other orc races, the kobolds are typical lackeys of the werewolves.

Seeing the kobold chieftain's respectful demeanor, Steel Fang let out a disdainful sneer, never giving the chieftain a second glance, clearly looking down on him.

Seeing this, Blackridge patted the kobold chieftain on the shoulder to appease him.

The kobold chieftain didn't care, since their kobold clan did indeed rely on the werewolves for sustenance anyway.

Just then, heavy footsteps sounded outside the tribal camp, and Blackridge knew that the last orc chieftain he had invited had arrived.

This time, Black Ridge didn't stay in the tent anymore, but immediately went outside.

Seeing this, the kobold chieftain followed suit.

At that moment, a burly figure, over two and a half meters tall and resembling a mountain of flesh, slowly approached.

The figure's back was covered in rough bristles, and its two protruding fangs, combined with its towering, giant-like physique, created an intimidating presence that made even the kobold chieftain who had followed it tense up.

This is none other than Mangu, the chieftain of the boar people!

Even within the entire Orc Alliance, the Boar-people are considered a truly powerful race.

Blackridge originally didn't want to involve the boarmen, because the other tribe was too powerful, and if the boarmen joined, he would likely lose control of the operation and the situation.

But the forces that could wipe out the goblin kingdom are certainly not pushovers. To fight them, they would definitely need a powerful force to hold the line on the front lines.

From this perspective, the boarman is undoubtedly an excellent choice.

The strength of the boar people can be described in four words: "capable of both fighting and enduring."

A noticeable weakness in combat is that it is relatively less agile and swift.

Besides that, she has a big appetite and can eat a lot.

Otherwise, the tribe wouldn't have been constantly short of food. Black Ridge sent someone over to mention it, and he came.

Bone strode into the werewolf camp, glanced around, locked onto Blackspine's main tent, then ignored Blackspine and his men and walked up to the tent.

Then, with a single flick of his hand, he overturned the huge tent on the spot.

Steel Fang, who was inside the tent, was startled by the sudden turn of events, while Barbarian Bone walked to the main seat as if no one else was there and sat down with a thud.

Faced with this display of force, Black Ridge hadn't reacted much yet, but Steel Fang, who was startled, was the first to bristle.

This guy clearly didn't take him seriously!

"Barbarian! You want to fight me first?!"

(End of this chapter)