Turn into a magical girl and be wanted at the beginning

The man walked with heavy steps towards the skeleton throne in the center of the hall step by step.

With each step, the entire palace shook slightly.

No one knows if the next step will collapse the entire palace.

In the palace, the others kept their heads down, and no one dared to raise their heads without permission, let alone whisper.

Not long after the man entered the palace, he saw another figure appear at the door behind him.

It's just that compared with the incomparably tall figure in front, this figure can simply be described as a small witch.

I saw that his height was not much different from the height of a normal human, and he did not have strong muscles or fangs.

But the red robe he was wearing was embroidered with many strange patterns and pictures.

He also holds a brown crutch as tall as he is in his right hand.

At this time, if someone sees his face, they will be frightened by the tattoos on his face.

And it's not just on the face ....

He followed behind the man. Also walked towards the Skeleton Throne step by step.

And no one objected to this scene.

After a while, the man sat on the skeleton throne, and the huge body made the skeleton throne behind him seem a little crowded.

Another man with a cane stood beside him.

"High Priest Quint, didn't you say that you want to change this seat a little bigger, why haven't you changed it yet?"

"Patriarch Guert, I really can't find a good head as a material for making a throne recently, and ordinary heads can't withstand your power at all."

Quent heard the patriarch's question and immediately said.

Don't dare to be a little slack.

"Also, I think I killed 9999 enemies in order to make this chair!"

"Now there is no war, and this head is difficult to find."

"That's it, this chair can still be used for some time and there is no hurry."

"It's the patriarch!"

Kunte nodded and said.

Then Gult looked at the clansmen below and said.

"Okay, let's all look up."

Hearing Guert say this, the orcs in the hall also immediately raised their heads.

Different from the gorgeous clothes worn by humans, in the orcs, such gorgeous clothes are not even used in broken copper and iron.

So even if they just came to attend the weekly meeting of the patriarch, they were wearing heavy armor.

"Has the envoy sent to the Human Empire returned?"

Goult asked, looking down.

As soon as Goult's words were finished, the pig-headed orc standing directly in the front row.

Stand up and said.

"Patriarch.... Haven't come back yet, and we've lost contact with them.

Goult heard the pig-headed orc's words.

First frowned, and then asked even more puzzled.

"Huh? What's going on? Could it be? Problems with magic weapons? "

Although as orcs, they can't use magic, it doesn't affect their use of magic weapons.

Before they left, Goult remembered that he had given them a magic device specifically for communication for daily reporting.

The pig-headed orc shook his head and said: "Patriarch, this should not be a problem with the magic weapon, but there is no response over there, at first we thought that they forgot over there, but there was no response for several days."

"What would happen to you?" Did it confirm with the imperial side?!

"We've asked, but haven't gotten a response from their human empire."

Goult was even more surprised to hear this.

This answer made Gult a little confused.

"What the hell is that old thing trying to do?"

He didn't want to send someone to the human emperor's birthday banquet.

After all, they and the Human Empire were originally an embarrassing situation where the enemy met and blushed.

Over the years, although there has not been any major war between the two sides, there have been no thousands or hundreds of small local frictions.

But the two sides are not too calculating.

After all, it's just a small trouble.

No one can start a war directly for these petty fights.

So the two sides have always maintained this relatively peaceful situation.

And the reason why he sent an envoy to the Human Empire this time was actually to negotiate the affairs of the border city.

The Orcs are one of the most populous races in the entire continent, and although they are said to be good, they also need a lot of food money to feed them to adults.

Coupled with the previous war with humans, it almost squeezed the family of their orc race to the end.

It can be said that without a dozen or twenty years, it cannot be slowed down at all.

This is also the most fundamental reason why the orcs dare not take the initiative to start a war.

Poor!

But until, the Human Empire opened the Trade City.

Changing the situation that the orcs can only produce and sell themselves, they cooperate with the dwarves to sell some sophisticated weapons and equipment here for money.

After all, this money is a drop in the bucket.

Until one day, the city lords of several border cities of the Human Empire found themselves and actually said that they wanted to join the orc race!

This overwhelmed Guart.

Thinking that it was a human conspiracy, they took this opportunity to send messengers to find out what they wanted to do.

But now, the people they sent have been lost?

"What's the human side doing now?"

Goult asked again.

"Patriarch, the human side seems to be assembling troops in the border area!"

At this time, another crocodile-headed orc stood up and said.

"What!"

Goult was excited, only to hear a crisp click.

A skull on the skeleton throne was crushed by Goult.

"What the hell does the old guy want? Is it really going to start a war with us again?!

"Patriarch, don't get excited, I think this matter is a little strange."

At this time, Quint, who was standing next to him, opened his mouth to calm Gult, who was about to burst into anger.

"How can I not get excited? "Guert

is not afraid of a big war with humans, but he now knows that the current orc race has not yet recovered to his peak combat power.

And most importantly, the annoying magic of humans is a problem they can never overcome.

"Patriarchs don't have to be so pessimistic."

"Although the combat effectiveness of our orc race today has not returned to its peak state back then."

"But the strength of the Human Empire now is also not as strong as it was back then."

"And we also have a helper."

Goult asked suspiciously when he heard Quint's words.

"What do you mean by that? Where do we get helpers? Dwarves?

"Has Your Majesty forgotten that he previously offered us to join those city lords of our orc race?"