Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 395 Post-War Schemes, The Battle for the Beast King

The setting sun dyed the battlefield a dark red.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, so strong it made one want to vomit.

Usok hovered in mid-air, scanning the corpses scattered on the ground.

Demons and orcs, piled up like small mountains.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the fighting spirit surging in his chest, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Clean up the battlefield! Collect weapons! Count the casualties!"

The sound boomed outwards, and all the orc warriors sprang into action.

Talos landed beside him and patted him on the shoulder.

"In this battle, our Old Wolf King tribe has truly shown its might."

Usok didn't reply, but just looked into the distance.

There, Nar, leading the leaders of various tribes, was walking this way.

A dozen tall figures walked with somewhat heavy steps.

They had smiles on their faces, but the smiles looked somewhat forced.

Upon approaching, a minotaur leader spoke first.

"Lord Ursoc, Lord Talos, that was a brilliant battle!"

"That's right! The Old Wolf King's tribe truly deserves to be the most powerful tribe among our orc race!"

"Those demons were utterly routed, it felt great!"

Praises and compliments rose and fell.

Usok remained expressionless, and Talos simply stared at them coldly.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

One of the bear-men leaders coughed twice and scratched his head.

"Um... Sirs, although we initially watched the battle, we joined in the fight later on."

"Is that so, to highlight your importance?"

Usok suddenly added a comment.

The bear-man leader blushed, opened his mouth, but didn't dare to refute.

He knew that in this battle, the Old Wolf King's tribe had single-handedly annihilated more than 300,000 demons, thus taking the greatest credit.

If it weren't for the shocking carnage, these allied forces wouldn't have bothered to take action.

Now that we've won this battle, the Old Wolf King's tribe will definitely have some complaints, and we can understand that.

Nar sighed softly and stepped forward.

"Usok, Talos, this battle was our fault; the allied forces joined too late." Nar's voice was filled with apology.

"But we didn't back down at the crucial moment, did we?"

Usok glanced at him and snorted coldly:

"Nar, you didn't try to cheat me. At least you have some backbone."

He had to admit that the coalition forces finally made their move.

Although it was agreed from the beginning that they would be allowed to see the actual combat effects first, it is simply unreasonable that the Allied forces did not join the battle until the very end.

So if you want a good complexion, forget about it.

The leaders looked at each other, feeling even more embarrassed.

One of the werewolf leaders gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak.

"My lords, we...we also wish to purchase weapons from the Great Xia."

"Could you introduce me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ursok's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Buy weapons?"

"Didn't some of you advocate surrendering to the demons before?"

"Why buy weapons from the Great Xia? To prepare to fight our own people?"

The air suddenly froze, and the faces of the leaders turned red.

The minotaur leader chuckled twice and quickly waved his hand.

"Well... there's nothing we can do about it!"

"The decision to continue the race is something we have to consider!"

"You know the situation of the various races in Terra before. We orcs are no match for the other three races. If we don't want to end up like the goblins and merfolk, we only have one way out: surrender."

"But things are different now!"

His voice suddenly grew louder.

"In this battle, we, with 150,000 troops, defeated 600,000 demons!"

"And this is even with your tribe lacking weapons and ammunition!"

"If we had enough weapons and ammunition, we could definitely capture those 300,000 fleeing demons!"

"If the entire tribal alliance were to mobilize, with over a million demons, I think we could put up a fight!"

The other leaders echoed this sentiment.

"Yes, yes, yes! The weapons of the Great Xia Dynasty are too powerful!"

"With this equipment, we orcs will surely be able to restore our former glory and homeland!"

Usok listened to their words and sneered inwardly.

These guys were all cowering before, but now that they've seen the benefits, they're talking the nicest things to everyone.

He raised his hand, interrupting the crowd's praise.

"Alright."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately fell silent.

Usok looked around and spoke in a deep voice.

"The reason the orcs have been constantly defeated is because they cannot concentrate their power."

"Everyone is fighting their own battle, each with their own ideas and their own decisions."

"Only with a unified leader, like other races, can all forces be united!"

"The orc race clearly possesses more high-level combat power than other races, yet it has become the worst among all races."

Why?

"It's because we're all a disorganized mess!"

"Even if we acquire equipment from the Great Xia Dynasty in the future, we will still be defeated one by one!"

These words caused everyone to lower their heads, their faces filled with shame.

Everyone understands the principle.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Ursok's eyes flashed with a shrewd light.

"Therefore, it's time to choose a beast king to lead us."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

Beast King?

Nar frowned and asked in confusion.

"The Beast King needs to become an eighth-tier Battle Saint. Has someone already reached the eighth tier?"

Usok shook his head.

He recalled the old wolf king's secret conversation on the eve of the expedition.

That night, the old wolf king sat in front of the campfire, his voice low and deep.

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

"We only need to choose the strongest one to lead us to survive in this chaotic world."

"Instead of clinging to ancient rules and waiting to be wiped out by the tribe."

Ursok snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the crowd.

"Rules can be changed."

"We must choose the strongest, most intelligent, and most magnanimous one to be the Beast King."

Nar's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood the intentions of the Old Wolf King's tribe.

They want to seize power.

He paused for a moment, not immediately refuting, but instead asked:

"How to choose?"

"In terms of strength, each tribe has a seventh-tier expert."

"Competing with others is not only time-consuming, but it can also lead to injuries and accidents."

"Everyone is barely managing to resist the demon invasion right now, and the major tribes simply don't dare to take the risk."

"Otherwise, we wouldn't even need you to bring it up; the Beast King would have been chosen long ago."

Usok nodded, already prepared, and said:

"The election methods must naturally be carefully designed."

"First and foremost, you must have the ability."

"Secondly, one must have a brain and wisdom to gain benefits among various ethnic groups."

"Finally, one must have a broad mind, so that all our tribes can unite and believe in him, and only then can he lead us to survive."

He spoke passionately, but the leaders looked at each other in bewilderment.

They all felt that the method was fine, but since they were not chiefs, they could not make the decision on their own.

Nar pondered for a moment. He was the strongest among them and made the final decision on behalf of the allied forces.

"no problem."

"However, we'll have to discuss the specifics when we get back."

Usok nodded.

"Okay." After saying that, he changed the subject and continued.

"After the selection, the weapons and equipment of the Great Xia will be procured in a unified manner by the Beast King."

"This not only facilitates the establishment of authority, but also provides the Beast King with his first opportunity to exercise power."

"Everyone, is this alright?"