Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

"how?"

Glick's lips curled into a fawning smile.

"The fact that the Orc King is so wary of you, sir, and prevents you from participating in the main battle proves that you are powerful enough to threaten the Orc King."

Urgov was taken aback.

His bear-like eyes blinked, and the anger on his face seemed to be suddenly blocked by something.

"Ok?"

He made a muffled nasal sound.

Glick continued:

"My lord, think about it. Why did the Orc King place you at the very end? He's afraid you'll achieve great merit and surpass him in prestige. My lord, you've led the Giant Claw Tribe to grow stronger step by step over the years, and the warriors are utterly loyal to you. The Orc King has seen all this; how could he not be anxious?"

"So he deliberately put you last, so you wouldn't get any credit, and let the smaller tribes rush ahead. That way, your prestige wouldn't grow, and he could continue to sit comfortably in that position."

Grik's words struck a chord with Urgov.

The anger on Urgov's dark brown bear face gradually subsided, replaced by a smug expression.

He raised his chin, the muscles at the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, revealing two rows of uneven, yellow teeth.

"Hahahaha!"

He burst into laughter, and the bear-man warriors behind him exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why their leader had suddenly started laughing.

Urgov's laughter lasted for quite a while before gradually subsiding.

He stretched out his thick arm and patted Glick on the shoulder. The slap was quite forceful, making Glick's thin body sway and almost fall forward.

"That's right! That's right!"

Urgov withdrew his hand, put his hands on his hips, and walked forward with his head held high.

"That old bastard is just afraid of me!"

His voice carried an almost intoxicating sense of satisfaction.

"Hmph, I figured it out a long time ago. Every time there's a tribal chief's meeting, that old bastard looks at me strangely; he's afraid of me!"

Glick steadied himself and quickly bent down to follow.

"Your Excellency is wise."

Urgov was even more pleased with his compliment of "brilliant".

“That old man is getting old, and his strength is declining year by year.” He raised his right arm, striking a pose like the son of Zeus, showing off his muscles. “But my strength is getting greater every year.”

He paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his bear-like eyes.

"It won't be long before my strength completely surpasses that old man's."

Glick walked beside him and saw the burning ambition in the leader's eyes.

'Just as I thought.' He thought to himself, 'This brainless idiot wants to usurp the Orc King.'

The group continued forward, and after taking a few steps, Urgov suddenly spoke again.

“Glick”.

"Yes, sir."

“You said…” Urgov’s gaze fell on the winding road ahead, “If I were to lead my troops now, while that old bastard is on the front lines, I could wipe out his Iron Mouth tribe directly.”

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Glick, whose bear-like eyes burned with naked ambition.

"……How about it?"

Glick's vertical pupils contracted slightly.

His heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained respectful.

Chapter 76 The Old Man Blocking the Way

The hyena beastman Grik was startled and quickly began to calculate in his mind.

"I'm just here to make a living; there's no need for me to risk my life. If a war really breaks out and we lose, I'll lose the status I've worked so hard to achieve."

'And even if we win, once Urgov becomes the new Orc King, will he still listen to me like this?'

With that in mind, Glick made up his mind.

“My lord,” Glick carefully chose his words, “it is the time for the Orcs to send troops to the Dragon Kingdom. The tribal alliance at the front is fighting against the people of the Dragon Kingdom.”

"If you were to launch a surprise attack on the Orc King's tribe now..."

He paused, observing Urgov's expression, ready to change his words immediately if anything seemed amiss.

Seeing Urgov frowning, he did not interrupt him.

Glick was relieved, but his tone remained cautious.

"Your Excellency may be tainted with a reputation for injustice."

"Although the Orcish Kingdom values ​​strength above all else, all tribal leaders have agreed to send troops to the Dragon Kingdom under the banner of the Orc King. If you were to take action against the Ironmouth Tribe at this time, what would the other tribes think?"

Glick became more and more convinced as he spoke, and he even started to believe it himself.

“They will think that the adults have broken their promises, and even if the adults can win, it will be difficult to make other tribes submit.”

Urgov's hesitation was even more obvious.

Glick noticed his wavering and pressed his advantage:

"Moreover, you know best the strength of the Iron Mouth Tribe."

"Even though the Iron Mouth Tribe has drawn away a lot of troops to the front lines, there are still quite a few warriors left behind. If you really make a move, it probably won't be so easy to take them down."

"If a stalemate occurs, the Orc King can take the opportunity to return from the front lines to provide reinforcements..."

Besieged on all sides.

The word popped into Urgov's small head, and his brows furrowed.

His bear-like eyes were fixed on the gray horizon ahead, his gaze falling on a certain point in the void. He slowed his pace, and the group behind him followed suit.

The group walked forward in silence for a long time.

Finally, Urgov spoke.

"Hmph." He snorted, "You're right."

He quickened his pace again, his thick arms crossed over his chest.

"Now is not the time."

Glick's shoulders relaxed slightly.

“Right now,” Urgov’s voice was much calmer, “let’s get rid of those flies in the back first.”

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction the group was moving.

"Once I've wiped out that swarm of annoying flies, I'll go back to the front lines. Then, let's see what excuse that old bastard has left to put me at the back."

Glick nodded quickly, a smile spreading across his face.

"You're right, sir. Once you've achieved great merit, your prestige will naturally rise. At that time, the position of Orc King will be yours sooner or later."

Upon hearing this, Urgov grinned, revealing a smug smile.

In fact, Urgov has a fairly clear understanding of himself.

He was very confident in his martial prowess, but he was slightly less intelligent.

The reason why this hyena-headed strategist was given such important responsibilities was because he knew that he wasn't very bright, and the rest of the tribe were even less intelligent than him.

While hyena-men are not as naturally strong as bear-men, they are more intelligent.

An external brain that is not strong enough to threaten him, but can still find solutions for him, would be just what he wants.

Urgov was still fantasizing about his bright future as the Orc King.

Suddenly, an old human man appeared and blocked the team's way back to provide support.

The figure stood alone in the middle of the dirt road among the hills, like a withered branch blown into a crack in the stone by the wind.

Behind them was a hazy gray horizon, and a few vultures circled low in the distance, making the scene seem even more absurd.

An elderly human man with gray hair, dressed in a black tailcoat, stood there.

He stood on the dirt road in the heart of the orc kingdom, facing the vast ranks of bear-man warriors, and felt no fear whatsoever.

One of the bear-man warriors at the front of Urgov's group reacted.

He grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth, and let out a low growl.

"Where did this old bastard come from, looking for death!"

He gripped the iron axe tightly and charged towards the old man.

People around turned to look, and several bear warriors who were nearby even stopped and crossed their arms, ready to watch a good show.

In their eyes, this frail old man probably couldn't even withstand a single axe blow.

however

"and many more."

Urgov's voice came from behind.

The bear-man warrior suddenly stopped, his iron axe hovering in mid-air. He turned his head, his dark brown bear face filled with confusion.

"leader?"

Urgov strode forward from the back of the line, his massive body resembling a moving mountain of flesh, causing the ground to tremble slightly with his footsteps.

The bear-man warriors around them automatically made way for them, bowing their heads and behaving respectfully.

His bear-like eyes fell on that upright figure, his gaze sweeping over him from top to bottom.

He wore a black tuxedo, had gray hair, and carried no weapons.

They weren't the cavalry mentioned in the intelligence report.