"In the end, only the wolf clan, the mane clan, the dog clan, the leopard clan...there are less than ten races in total, and the group of stupid bears didn't come!" Looking at the mighty but limited scale behind him In the army, Lion clan elder Ryan sighed and said regretfully, "The number is too small!"

Beside him, the tiger clan patriarch Galades said with a smile: "The small number is not necessarily a bad thing. Although there are fewer wars, there are also fewer benefits after the war."

"...Then we have to fight to win first!"

"Why can't we win?" Galades asked rhetorically.

"We have less than 50,000 troops in total this time, and a mere 50,000 people. What does that count?" Old Ryan asked, "In the past, every time we went to the grasslands, there were at least one million troops, even two or three million. This time Just so..."

"Although there are only 50,000 troops in the army, there are quite a few civilians." Galades laughed. "Civilians are of course not suitable for the battlefield, but they can make up the numbers and act as logistics. If you include civilians, there are close to two. One hundred thousand."

"200,000...not enough!"

"Enough, you might even say, more than enough." Galades said with a smile, "if we are really going to conquer Thrace, two hundred thousand people are certainly not enough. But don't forget, we are going to 'Alliance' with the Thracians after gaining the upper hand. This does not require us to have a large number of troops, as long as we can defeat the staunch opposition."

"It's not easy to defeat those staunch opponents."

"It's not difficult, it's not difficult. We estimated before that in the whole of Thrace, the number of staunch opponents who will actually send troops to fight us will not exceed one-fifth. The number of troops they can muster will not exceed ten Thousands of people."

"One hundred thousand people... that's twice as many as us!"

"You don't just look at the number, but also their position." Patriarch Galades said confidently, "It is impossible for them to arrive together, there must be a first. As long as we defeat one or two troops first, we will They can be forced into a disadvantage, and they can only be defended. When Jon's side makes a move, the forces willing to support us will also be activated. When they are attacked by the enemy, what other options do they have other than bowing their heads?"

"...You mean, we don't actually need to defeat these 100,000 people?"

"That's right! It's enough to defeat 10,000 or 20,000 people at most!" Patriarch Galades nodded again and again, with high spirits.

He looked ahead, although the ground under the dark clouds looked gloomy and white, and it was very unpleasant, but he felt that the future was bright and full of sunshine.

"This time, we will definitely win our battle! It's amazing, it's nothing more than the difference between big wins and small wins. Big wins eat meat, and small wins eat bones. Well, that's how it should be."

"Haha!" Old Ryan laughed, "I don't mind whether I eat meat or bones."

The news of the orcs sending troops soon reached the capital of Thrace, and it reached the ears of the great nobles, and it was passed on to the assistant minister, Alan Vina, and the galloping prince, Yoen.

Alan Weiner was taken aback, and he hurriedly called a meeting of nobles to discuss the matter.

"In recent decades, our relationship with the grasslands has not been bad. Why did they suddenly call?" he asked.

Ladies and gentlemen, look at me, and I look at you, all shaking their heads.

They are also puzzled by this question.

A big noble suddenly said: "Why don't you invite Prince Jon, after all, he is also a half-orc, and he should be better informed about the orc's affairs."

"Well-informed? What can he be well-informed about?" said another nobleman. "He doesn't even have a caravan under his command. He lives on salary, so he can't be well-informed at all."

"Yeah, he has no real power at all, and is still a martial idiot. Even if he has some money, he won't waste it on inquiring about news."

Seeing that everyone was against it, the great aristocrat said: "I mean, in his capacity, it's too late to inquire about the news now."

Ladies and gentlemen, look at me and I look at you. Many people hesitated, but they finally agreed to this proposal.

Soon, Prince Jon rushed to the conference hall.

"...I have vaguely heard about it before." He said the first sentence, which made everyone stunned, "However, I always thought that this thing could not be successful."

"Why?" Alan Weiner couldn't help asking.

"Because the four shamans are uniting to fight against the White Calamity." Prince Jon said, "Almost all the shamans in the entire prairie were transferred by them. With such a large scale, they also received the help of the Inhumans organization. The reason can't even stop a white disaster."

Seeing his "I'm surprised too" expression, the little king couldn't help but say, "Prince Jon, you should report the news in time!"

Prince Jon sighed and asked, "My dear nephew, do you really want me to speak on matters of state?"

He clarified this tacit topic, but instead left the little king speechless - after all, this child is not mature enough, and he has not been able to hone his ability to talk nonsense with his eyes open. Prince Jon's rhetorical question left him speechless. right.

More than one great noble laughed secretly.

Of course they understood that the little king wished that Prince Jorn would be stupid all day long and not ask about anything - especially in matters of state, it would be better to become blind, deaf and mute!

Therefore, when the little king reprimanded Prince Jon, but was directly pushed back, everyone thought it was very funny, and they all looked down on the little king a little.

As Prince Jon said, did he report the news in time? Regarding this kind of national event, he is not suitable to speak at all!

With the suspicion of the little king about him, as long as he opens his mouth, whether it is right or wrong, it is a huge mistake!

Therefore, Prince Jon remained silent until he was called for questioning, and it was indeed a wise move to speak out his information in public.

"His Royal Highness, you are really too outsiders." Alan Vena's assistant minister sighed, "Everyone's surname is Thracian, why are you so outsiders..."

Prince Jon smiled and said, "Since you said so, then I won't go out today. As the elder brother of the late king, he is the only adult man in the direct line of the Thracian family. I am willing to talk to all the tribes in the steppe, They asked for a condition of retreat."

The great nobles were startled, and many of them looked at Prince Yoen's eyes a little differently.

Of course they understand what that means.

Alan Weiner suddenly choked, not knowing how to answer. The little king blushed even more, and immediately shouted: "No!"

"Your Majesty, you have the final say." Prince Jon didn't insist, shrugged, and said casually, "Actually, I am a pig, and I went to negotiate with lions and tigers. "

"So, is there anything else about me?" he asked.

After a few seconds, before waiting for an answer, he smiled, bowed, and walked out of the conference hall with brisk steps.

There was an indifferent smile on his face.