Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 887: Vol V Chapter 247

“Thank you for telling us the news,” said the Master God of the Orc God System, Lefon, who was otherwise known as “Sky Devourer Canine.” He smiled and said, “We will be careful and stay alert.”

Morani wanted to say something more, for example, give some warning and such. But after staying silent for a long time, he sighed deeply, and in the end, he said nothing.

With his understanding of the Orc gods, it was absolutely impossible for Lefon to really be so careless. The “Sky Devourer Canine” was not only a top-notch warrior, but he was also a commander-in-chief that was thoughtful and intelligence-oriented. It was highly possible that he already knew the news or was even prepared for it.

However, he did not tell Morani about it. He might not even intend to drop any hint about it.

To this, what else could Morani say?

He was now known as the “God of Half-Orcs,” which sounded like the title of “God of Orcs,” but seemingly short of one word. Yet in truth, the two had long parted ways and were not even considered as allies.

Everyone still maintained a pretty good relationship, so perhaps they could still be regarded as friends. But friends were also divided and categorized into different classes. There were friends who would risk their lives and even take the blow for each other. There were also friends who merely had meals and drinks together.

The relationship between Morani and the Orc God System was probably the latter.

Watching Morani leave in such a dejected manner, the smile of Lefon’s face gradually faded, and he sighed.

How could he not know that Morani had specially come with the news this time because he wanted to help? How could he not be aware that Morani was gradually growing in strength, especially now where there were signs showing that he appeared to be obtaining the “Half-Orc” priesthood? So long as he was given another few more years, it would be possible for him to rely on this “Half-Orc” priesthood to become a great Divine Power. How could he not know that Morani was more than just an individual with powerful strength, but also someone who had the backing of the entire Desolation God System, as well as being one of the most important members of the Void Alliance?

But there were some things that he could not bring himself to say. There were some things that he simply could not say.

The Orcs had their own dignity to uphold. For the Half-Orcs, who were looked down upon in the Orc culture, he could talk and laugh with them, eat with them, or even render a little help when they needed it... but he could never ask them for help.

The Orc culture did not allow this. Neither did the belief of the Orcs!

After a long silence, Lefon returned to the temple and convened a meeting with the Orc gods.

At the meeting, he first asked about the situation of probing for intelligence.

“There’s not much of a difference from before. The Kingdom of Light seems to be very anxious, but up till now, only the Kingdom of Thousands of Springs has made it clear that it will send its army to help. As for the rest... the Kingdom of Eagle has said that it can send masters and a few elite soldiers to help; the Kingdom of the Blue Moon said that it can provide financial support, as well as send a troop of around 10 thousand people. As for the West and South, they are more inclined towards attacking the Great Marsh or the Ancient Forest. They don’t seem to show that much enthusiasm in besieging us.”

Lefon nodded, indicating that he knew about this.

Something that even Morani knew, the Orc gods of course would have known way earlier. They might even have done the necessary preparations and were ready to respond to an earth-shattering battle anytime.

The Orcs were not afraid of war. On the contrary, they relished fighting battles and enjoyed going to war. If they were to be described in terms of internet quotes used on Earth, it was probably be something like “Gentlemen, I love war.”

For them, even if they could not win, so long as they had put in their all to fight a good battle, there was nothing unacceptable.

Of course, Lefon personally had no intention of fighting a losing battle. On the contrary, he wanted to win!

So he had made a great deal of preparation.

“What’s the result of negotiations with the Dwarf Gods?”

“The negotiation went well. The Dwarf Gods say that the Orcs are now the pillar of resistance against human hegemony. They will do their best to support us in every way they can. If necessary, the Dwarf God System can turn out in full strength. Even the young and old of the Kingdom of Dwarfs can put on armors and go into battle to help us fight a battle of the entire race.”

“Very good! I don’t really hope that they really have to go to that extent. But so long as they hold on to this attitude, it’s enough to solve many problems,” said Lefon. He smiled and asked, “What about the elves?”

“The Orc Judge is still being very vague and not speaking in detail. He’s reluctant to reveal his cards. And the elders of the Fairies Council are still unable to make up their minds. They are obviously worried that this will invite trouble for the elven race. So they are taking so long to agree to send their troops.”

“A bunch of fools! Do they think that they can steer clear of danger by not sending troops? After we, the Orcs, have failed, it will be their turn next!” Lefon sneered. Then he went on and said unceremoniously, “These old men are of no use at all! Go and talk to the God of Medicine and make an appointment with the Orc Judge along the way. I want to talk to him personally.” action

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“Your Majesty, is it appropriate for you to personally pay the Orc Judge a visit? He may be powerful, but at most, he’s just a Demigod. Now, even the Fairies Council no longer obey his orders...”

“You all think too little of him. How can the ‘Last Successor of the Golden Race’ possibly be so weak! He’s obviously hiding his strength. Although I don’t know exactly what he’s hiding, the current situation has reached the point where he can no longer continue to hide anymore!”

After another matter was settled, Lefon asked, “How about the situation at the Great Marsh? What did those aboriginal gods say?”

“They are still saying the same things as before, like ‘everything should return to equilibrium” and such. In short, there isn’t anything clear about what they are saying... I really can’t figure out exactly what attitude they are trying to show.”

“What other attitude can they possibly show? It’s nothing more than being overcautious and indecisive, fearing this and that, that’s all. A bunch of corpse-guarding ghosts without any guts!” Lefon sneered. “But, do they think they can escape unscathed by not standing up for themselves? All these years, the area occupied by the Great Marsh has shrunk by at least a third, and this has nothing to do with us at all.”

After mocking that group of ancestral spirits and Demigods of the Great Marsh, he finally raised the most important question.

“How about over at the Dragon race? What’s the attitude over there?”

The dwarves and elves could only back them up by rendering assistance by the side. And the Gods of the Great Marsh were perhaps, not even qualified to take up assisting roles. As compared to them, the attitude of the Dragon race was of paramount importance.

Unlike the pygmy God Systems that had withdrawn from the Main Plane, the Dragon race was still stationed on the Main Plane. Though they seldom lived in populated areas, there were still quite a number of Dragons who were self-proclaimed lords and ruled over many places.

These dragon lords were so powerful that the dragon slayers were unable to compete with them. But the human countries often assembled great armies to lay siege to the dragons. In terms of historical origins, there was bad blood shared between the dragon race and the humans. But not only that, the dragon race did not necessarily have a good relationship with the Orcs either.

But the dragon race was strong! Strong enough to change the course of the war.

So Lefon had long sent a messenger to contact the dragon gods, hoping to win over the Dragon race into participating in this war. Then he would defeat the humans, as well as attempt to defeat the Orcs, and fulfill his ambitious desire of monopolizing the Main Plane.

When the sky falls, the tall ones are certainly not the only ones to suffer. When the Orcs were done for, the next to follow would naturally the elves and dwarves. The aboriginal gods and ancestral spirits in the Great Marsh, as well as the dragons on the Dragon Cliff, could also banish all thoughts of escaping.

So it was still better for everyone to first join hands and win this battle before anything else.