Chapter 1246: Naturalized Black Asian Orcs Troops - Blue Iron Battalion

After leaving the hall, Weilin took Kah and several guards, left the Laikaya War City, and headed east.

Passing through the jungle, Weilin came to the military camp hidden in the mountains.

Outside the camp gate, dozens of black orcs had been waiting since early morning.

As for the more than 4,000 soldiers in the military camp, except for the patrol troops, the rest of the black orcs were all lined up in the parade ground, waiting for inspection.

"General, here we come."

A high-level silver-colored black orc standing behind a low-level black orc wearing a silver mask pointed to the distance and said respectfully.

The silver-masked black orc looked up, and when he saw the familiar figure, he immediately lowered his head and didn't look directly at him again.

Upon seeing this, the other silver-rank black orcs also lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the big shot whom even the general dared not look directly at.

In less than a moment, Weilin arrived at the camp gate, dismounted, patted Xiaohong, handed it to a guard, and walked forward.

Seeing this, Kah quickly followed.

As a servant, he needs to wait for his master's orders at any time.

When Weilin approached a few meters, the black orc with a silver mask knelt on one knee, put his right hand on his chest, and said in the common language: "Captain Titus of the Blue Iron Battalion greets you, sir."

The rest of the black orcs knelt on one knee and saluted Weilin.

As for sacrificing their own lives, they were not qualified to do so.

"Everyone, get up."

Weilin waved his hand and helped up more than twenty black orcs.

After more than a year of training, with the efforts of this low-level Black Orc servant of his soul, more than 4,000 Black Orcs stationed in this military camp have changed their beliefs and become shallow believers of the Goddess of Life.

As for the Black Orcs who could not give up their faith in the God of the Black Orcs and instead believed in the Goddess of Life, they were either used as miners to create wealth for the Ninth and Twelfth Legions in dark mines, or they were used as reserve experimental subjects and sold to the official purchasing chamber of commerce of the Ashe Magic Kingdom at a low price.

"Take me to see your work."

Titus made a gesture of invitation and said respectfully, "Sir, please follow me."

After entering the military camp, Weilin observed the black orc warriors standing guard and patrolling around, and the violent aura on their bodies had decreased a lot.

Perhaps after hundreds of years of evolution, this group of black orcs who believe in the goddess of life will gradually evolve into another new race, just like the original Shia orcs.

Thinking of this, Weilin couldn't help but shook his head and didn't think about it too much.

Who can say for sure hundreds of years later? Perhaps in a battle, this group of black orcs, including Titus, will be completely wiped out.

Led by Titus, Verin came to the parade ground.

Standing on the high platform, looking at the more than 4,000 black orcs below, their strengths were uneven, with 60% at the apprentice level, 39% at the bronze level, and as for the silver-level professionals, there were only a few hundred or so.

However, this is normal.

After all, the powerful Black Orcs would rather die in battle than surrender. Even if they were captured by humans by chance, they would rather commit suicide than betray their beliefs.

Black orc generals like Titus who surrender when they cannot win are extremely rare.

Of course, being abandoned by one's own people is one aspect, but growth experience is also an extremely important aspect.

As for this force, Weilin will not deploy it into this war for the time being.

When this war is over and we conquer the mezzanine space, this black orc army may be of some use.

As for why such a separate force was established, it was simply to see if the alien race could be used for their own purposes.

Now it seems that this idea works.

After a brief encouragement, Weilin waved his hand and took out a batch of military supplies as a reward for the Blue Iron Camp's loyalty.

When they arrived at Titus's tent, Verin sat at the upper seat, and the others stood in two rows.

"Titus, the northern mining area needs a troop to supervise the black orc prisoners of war who are mining. Can the Blue Iron Battalion be competent?"

Hearing Weilin's question, Titus walked out of the queue without hesitation and answered: "Please rest assured, sir, the Blue Iron Battalion will not let you down."

Weilin nodded in satisfaction at Titus's attitude, and then made a promise: "When this war is over, I promise that every soldier in the Blue Iron Battalion will get two spouses."

"But if a riot breaks out in the mining area in the northern part of the Kamo tribal area, or even if the Blue Iron Battalion joins the rebellion..."

"Please rest assured, sir. Anyone who dares to rebel will have his bones broken into pieces, his body torn apart, and mixed with weeds as food for the lowest livestock." Upon hearing this, Titus hit his chest hard and responded loudly.

When the other silver-level black orcs heard their general's words, they were all filled with fear.

"Very good." Weilin stood up, walked to Titus, patted his shoulder, and said, "I trust you very much, so handing over the Blue Iron Camp and the Northern Mining Area to you is a test for you. If nothing goes wrong, after this war is over, I will allow you to show your true face."

"So, Titus, don't let me down."

"My subordinate understands."

Titus bowed with respect in his eyes and answered.

After finishing the inspection, Weilin took Kah and several guards out of the barracks and went deep into the mountains and forests.

After watching Weilin leave, Titus returned to the tent and held a meeting.

Glancing at the many officers in the tent, Titus exuded his aura without reservation.

Feeling the pressure from the blood level, more than 20 silver-rank black orc officers knelt on the ground, using their limbs to support their bodies with all their strength, and bloody sweat oozed from the surface of their rough skin.

"Remember." Titus's cold voice rang in the ears of all the Black Orc officers, "This mission is the first mission assigned to me by the Lord."

"I don't want to fail, and you don't want to see the results of failure."

With every word Titus spoke, the pressure on the black orc officer grew stronger.

Several Black Orc officers were even pinned to the ground, with the wooden boards beneath them shattered.

"Now, we will test those warriors who are wavering and still have feelings for the United Kingdom of Coles once more. If they fail, we will send them off peacefully."

"Yes, General."

More than twenty Black Orc officers responded loudly, enduring the pain coming from all over their bodies.

"Okay, let's go down."

After the words fell, Titus slowly restrained his breath.

When the last trace of pressure dissipated, the only sounds left in the entire tent were heavy breathing and the slight sound of wood breaking.

After more than ten minutes, the Black Orc officers recovered, stood up, and left the tent supporting each other.