"My Lord."
"Your Majesty."
Gall and Hogg appeared in front of him. It was worth mentioning that this was the third time the Gnoll leader had been summoned today. Hogg had to run back and forth between the tribe's habitat and the Emerald Palace three times.
However, this guy was not impatient at all. He still arrived quickly and entered the Emerald Palace with the Orc Commander Gall.
"Look at this."
Caesar did not waste time. He held the legendary weapon with his tail claw and handed it to them.
Whether it was Gall or Hogg, they were the first to join Caesar's forces. The Orc and Gnoll clans they led were also the core clans of the current Black Dragon Army. Therefore, Caesar valued them very much. They were the foundation that he could rely on. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were his right-hand men.
Hogg and Gall were indeed rare powerhouses in their own clans. However, as Caesar's bets expanded, their strength gradually became weaker. Whether it was the Demon Hound Leader Nero, the Black Knight Negendro, the Skeletal Dragon Angramo, or even the newly joined Wyvern Leader Husky, they were all stronger than them.
To these clans, without strength, they had no confidence.
Caesar's original plan was to lead the shapeshifters into the Northern Kingdoms and return after tearing apart Roy. However, that would take at least two weeks. He was prepared to leave Emerald City to Hogg and Gall for the time being.
However, Black Dragon was worried that once he left, this place would be in chaos.
This was not a baseless guess. It was an inevitable fact. The underground clans had just experienced the first five-year plan. The newly recruited Wyverns and Thorn Beasts were also chaotic clans. It was their nature.
It was likely that even if Black Dragon only left for three days, this place would be in chaos.
Without strength, Hogg and Gall would have a hard time stabilizing the situation. They could not go to the Underdark and summon the undead to suppress them, could they?
Therefore, in order to give them more confidence, Caesar decided to bestow the legendary weapon he had no use for: Isaac Bloodlust, to his two loyal family members to see which one of them was more suitable for the job.
"My Lord, this is …"
Gall took the treasure and held it in both hands. He wanted to ask the Black Dragon Lord about the origin of the treasure, but after seeing its full appearance, the Orc stopped talking.
The origin of Isaac Thirst for Blood was related to the Orcs. Gall could even see through it. His pupils were immersed in that history, as if he could see the past...
After a while, the Orc Commander came back to his senses. He gripped his short battle axe tightly with both hands, his chest heaving up and down violently. After a while, he said to the Black Dragon Lord, "My Lord, it records the past glory and filth of the Ancient Orc Empire."
...
Can you use it? "
"Yes."
Gall nodded. He took two steps forward and knelt down again. He held the legendary heavy axe with both hands and handed it back to the Black Dragon. "But, I beg you to take back this treasure. This is not something that the Orcs should use."
"Why?"
"Because it has the blood of our clansmen on it."
Gall bared his teeth and said with bulging eyes, "This belongs to the traitor. The Orc Commander Isaac was a rat nailed to the pillar of shame. He was the one who destroyed the Eye of Geush."
"The reason why the ancient Orc Empire fell apart was because of two betrayals: the Broken Bone Tribe and the Giant Tribe.
The Broken Bone Tribe destroyed our divine item, while the Giant Tribe betrayed us in the War of the Setting Sun. "
"This is a hatred that every Orc must remember. Even if we are skinned alive and cursed for eternity, we will never forget." Gall let out an uncontrollable roar.
Caesar listened quietly. Of course, he was not interested in learning about the history of the ancient Orc Empire, nor was he interested in digging up old scores. But out of respect, Caesar waited for Gall to finish speaking before taking back the "Blood of Thirst".
In his opinion, the Orcs were a little too stupid. Their bottom line was a little too high. They weren't even willing to use the enemy's weapon. Was the name of a traitor really that important? After all, this was a Legendary weapon!
But after thinking about it, Caesar understood. He did not understand the story of the Orcs, nor did he experience that history. Naturally, he could not empathize with their feelings.
Understand, understand.
The black dragon, who had always been understanding, couldn't help but feel a heavy heart at this moment. He was led astray by the orc Garland, and used his tail to pass the legendary weapon back to Hogg, saying with a cold face, "Here."
"Your Majesty, this …"
Hogg was stunned. He had heard Gall's words. He had thought that he had nothing to do with it, but the Black Dragon made an unexpected decision. "You … want to reward it to me?"
"Yes, you have done well."
With the Black Dragon Lord's affirmation, Hogg dared to slowly take the weapon. He was not an idiot who did not know what was good for him. As a knowledgeable Gnoll, he knew the value of Isaac's Blood of Thirst.
Such a treasure could buy ten large clans of Gnomes, half of a fertile city, or three elite armies. It could also be exchanged for the chastity of a Silver Dragon (in the eyes of dragons, Silver Dragons were the most beautiful true dragons).
Such a treasure, and the Black Dragon Lord had given it to him!
Hogg was overwhelmed with emotions. His eyes were filled with disbelief. If it were not for the fact that Gnolls did not have tears, and that his personality was limited, he would probably have burst into tears.
But even so, this huge and strong Gnoll lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.
Speaking of which, after escaping from the hands of humans, Hogg also had a certain amount of ambition. He also desired power and strength. He wanted to gather and build his forces, take over a mountain, and become a lord.
However, as a greedy, cruel, dirty, and despicable Gnoll, no other race was willing to follow Hogg. Moreover, during his exile in the wilderness, he had seen too many races that were stronger than the Gnolls.
The cruel reality beat him until he bent over.
Hogg found that with the identity of a Gnoll, he could not become a so-called lord at all. The power that he thought was strong was gradually shattered in one battle after another.
In order to survive, he even knelt down and begged for mercy from the Grizzly Bears.
Later, Hogg gave up. He hoped to just eat and wait for death. It did not matter who he followed, and he could barely live out the rest of his life.
Even in that illusory dream, he never thought that one day, he would be able to obtain a legendary treasure.
Hogg was silent for a long time. After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked directly at Caesar. Then, he opened his mouth, stuffed his claws into it, and pulled out a sharp and small fang from the innermost part of his mouth.
"Your Majesty."
Hogg handed the fang to the Black Dragon and repeated the words they said when they first met. "As long as you are willing, the Fearless Gnoll will be the sharpest guillotine in your hand."
True Dragons were all stingy people. In all these years, Elladia had never heard of a True Dragon who would give such a precious treasure to his subordinates.
Hogg was well aware of the value of this gift.
"Help me guard this acre of land. When I return, I want to see everything in Green Capital in order, better than when I left."
"I promise you."