Northern Black Stone Mountains, southern Wulogo Prairie, on the banks of Binler.
"It hurts"
"Ah!"
"The damn empire, the god Geush is above, my leg"
"Save me, sir, please save me! Don't leave me here!"
Beside the gurgling river, there were wounded groaning in pain everywhere, and their flowing blood dyed the river red again.
These orcs were blew up by the fire, or were burned by the flames, and even half of the body was blown up, but they were panting.
The shamans of the tribe wandered around, treating those who were slightly injured, applying herbs to them, and performing spore witchcraft, while those who were seriously injured were left alone.
Once someone dies, the orcs will ruthlessly throw the body into the river and let it become part of the Bindler River. Even the orcs who are seriously injured and unconscious but still breathing are pushed into the river.
This is behavior consistent with the teachings of Guush - orcs are eternal warriors, and all those who are sick, weak, lame, or unfit for war should be removed.
"God is above."
"Can we just die here?"
Seeing corpses one after another, and even surviving members of the same race being thrown into the river, the orcs inevitably felt sad and sad, and the atmosphere around them became more depressing and desperate.
In the hidden point of the valley, the chiefs of many clan such as black crows, frost wolves, and rock lizards gathered together and were holding a secret talks.
"Are we really going to do this? Zoro" The leader of the Rock Lizard clan was still hesitant. After all, he had witnessed Zoro's strength with his own eyes.
After receiving the mysterious "gift", Solo's strength is no less than that of the former great chief Batu.
"What are you afraid of? Does he still dare to act against the whole clan and kill us all?" The leader of the Black Crow Clan sneered.
The leader of the Frostwolf clan took a step forward and said bluntly: "We must leave the Scarlet Blood Tribe! If this continues, the elites of our respective clans will only be exhausted by them!
After Lord Batu's death, the Red Blood Tribe has ceased to exist in name only! Only he can lead us orcs to conquer the world! ”
The frost wolf clan has been complaining with the Black Raven for a long time, and has the bloody hatred of generations, but at this moment, they stand rarely on the same front.
Solo trained low orcs, so that the lunatics who were not worthy of being called "orcs" plundered the resources on the Wugo Prairie, which had caused the dissatisfaction of the orc leaders of the orcs.
Before the war began, they also had a hint of expectations for Solo, and they could still swallow their eloquence because of the overall situation of the orcs and stayed in the Red Blood Tribe.
However, after the end of the war, after the end of the orcs, the end of the orcs, the end of the war, the end of the war, the leaders of these clans could not bear it -the red blood tribe, especially the Soro chief to bully!
They want to regain the autonomy of the clan!
They want to return to the Ugo Prairie, kill all those greedy low-level orcs, and take back the pastures and hunting grounds of their respective clans!
"Yes, Solo's mind has been corrupted by the power of those low-level orcs. He is no longer worthy of being our leader."
"I even suspect that the strange power that created low-level orcs was not given by Father God at all, but was obtained by Solo after he sacrificed his tribe and made deals with alien beings!"
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"He is insulting Father God and the great orc family!"
"Before Lord Batu died, Solo was just a general in the Red Blood Tribe. What qualifications do he have to order us clan leaders?"
"He doesn't deserve it! This guy has exhausted the resources of the grassland and produced millions of garbage. What's the end result? We haven't even touched the city wall of Avendeldan!"
"Thoro no longer deserves to be called an orc! He is the chief of the lower orcs, not ours!"
Suddenly, the more than 20 clan leaders present became furious and beat their chests and feet, venting their hatred towards the Red Blood Tribe and Chief Solo, wanting to stab him to death.
There is an primitive democratic system within the orc group. Only the orcs recognized by the leaders of each clan can be eligible to become the owner of the orcs, which is the so -called "chief".
Hundreds of years ago, there was a great chief who caused public outrage and was voted into exile by the orcs of all clans. The deposed chief eventually froze to death in the wilderness.
Now, although the leaders of the clan have no way to run Solo, they can lead their tribes to leave the Red Blood Tribe, so that the so -called "chief" becomes the commander of the light.
The leader of the frost wolf clan stood up to raise the weapon in his hand, and said, "Everyone, we will go back to contact their respective tribes in the past few days, and the early morning of three days later.
Remember, to divide the troops in more than a dozen roads, and escape in different directions, so that he cannot concentrate his strength to retain us.
At that time, the so -called red blood tribe huh, left it to Solo and his hybrids. "
The leaders of the Tu Beast clan clapped and said, "Yes, that's it, I have said that those greedy and stupid hybrids have not matched with us!"
"Hahahaha, since Zoro and Mork like low-level orcs so much, let them stay with these bastards for the rest of their lives!"
The clan leaders put their arms on their hips and laughed. They had had enough of hiding around like this, and they had also had enough of Solo's insults and abuse.
Sak looked around, with a trace of fierce eyes: "By the way, no one can disclose this matter, if someone dares to tell Solo in secret. "
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Suddenly, there was a applause from the head of the clan, and then the familiar voice came: "You really surprise me!"
That tone was sarcastic at first, and then turned into an irritating anger and resentment: "The traitors of the orcs!"
Hearing that voice, Sak's expression suddenly changed and his complexion was pale. He slowly raised his head, his lips trembled and said the name: "So, Solo, why are you here?"
"What?"
"Damn! When did he come?"
"You, you look up, it turns out that he has always been there!" The cry of the clan leader brought crying.
The orcs raised their heads one after another and saw Zoro standing on the top of the cliff, watching them condescendingly, with a ferocious face, bulging veins on his forehead, and muddy eyes full of murderous intent. The six-meter-tall strong body was simply Like a hill.
Next to him were two strong and burly green-skinned orcs. They were also nearly five meters tall, wearing heavy armor spliced together from various parts, with sharp steel claws on their hands, and evil smiles on their faces.
These tall orcs stood at the top of the valley and cast a huge shadow to cover the leaders of the digital clan.
"Chief Sosoro."
"You misunderstood."
"Yes, have you heard it wrong? How can we be a traitor?"
Just listening to the crackling sound, the weapons in the hands of the clan leaders fell to the ground. They looked at each other, and their faces were shocked and panicked.
The moment Solo showed up, under the majestic pressure, the clan leaders who were still angry seemed to have their backbones broken, and they could not stand up no matter what.
Only Sark of the Frostwolf clan remained unyielding.
Although he looked pale and had almost no blood, he still held his spear with trembling hands, barely supported his body to stand up, and asked, "So, Solo, why are you becoming the chief of the chief?
You, you hollowed out the entire Wugo Prairie and created millions of orcs, but was defeated by the Ember Empire! You don't match at all- "
"Wha—" first there was an explosion caused by the air being torn apart, and then there was a crisp "pop" sound of flesh and bones being punctured.
Sark's words undoubtedly touched Solo's sore spot. In anger, the chief actually threw the spear in his hand at Sark.
The blood rushed out, and the spear penetrated from the orc's head, but the tip of the spear stretched out of the hips, and deeply pierced into the rock behind him.
The chief of the Frostwolf clan, the famous orc warrior Sark, was actually nailed to the wall by Solo with a casual blow!
Sark died with his eyes open. His corpse raised his head and looked at Solo with disbelief. Until he died, he did not believe that Solo really dared to kill him.
For a while, the valley was as silent as cicadas, and it took a long time for anyone to wake up
"Sac. is dead."
"He's dead."
"Still nailed to the rock."
Then he is Sark, the leader of the Frostwolf clan! His men are in charge of thousands of warg cavalry, and even Batu respects him and treats him with the courtesy of an elder.
There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
But now, Solo has killed him like this? It's simple and easy to kill a chicken?
In the moment, the clan leaders in the valley felt a great fear shrouded in their hearts. Their rules inherited for thousands of years seemed to be broken
"Great Chief, I am innocent! I was deceived by them!"
"I don't have the intention of rebellion, yes, it was Sak! It was proposed by the dead ghost! You have to distinguish between right and wrong, and I have been fighting for the orc family!"
"Great Chief, please spare me. We, the Jackdaw Clan, are willing to devote all our strength to you and be loyal to you!"
For a while, the valley cried, and the sound of begging for mercy continued. In front of the bloody corpse of Sac, these clan leaders lost their prestige in the past, just like a group of wild dogs that shake tails.
The leader of the rock lizard buried his body deeply on the ground, his face scratched his head with tears, even if his forehead was full of blood.
Zoro looked down at them with disgust and disdain in his eyes.
The more these clan leaders begged for mercy, the more Solo looked down on them, and the more he wanted to drive them away and kill them all.
His voice said indifferently: "Just now Squet asked me why I became the chief of the red blood tribe, I think the answer should be clear now."
Zoro shook his fist, which was larger than an ordinary person's head, and said with a ferocious smile: "That's all! I can kill all of you myself. Isn't that enough?"
"Enough, enough."
"It's enough."
The clan leaders in the valley nodded in agreement, their faces full of humility and flattery, and they just wanted to save their lives.
After all, Sak's body is still warm and blood flows.
But Solo didn't care about their reactions and continued: "The great Father God Gruumsh once said: If you want to die early, then show yourself weak, because - the weak do not deserve to live in the world."< br>
"Boom!"
Solo jumped down from the top of the cliff, leaving the ground trembling, and the dust was flying. It also made many clan leaders stiff and unable to move.
He held the spear inserted on the top of Sac and pulled it out slightly.
Suddenly, the warm blood and brain were sprayed as thin as a fountain, splashing on Solo's face and body, but he turned a blind eye and didn't care, just staring at those clan leaders.
Zoro looked around, the blood on his face was like some kind of totem, exuding a strange, bloody and mysterious atmosphere.
"You have enough power, but you try to defeat the red blood tribe. After being broken by me, you do n’t resist, but choose to kneel and ask for mercy. Do you think you are qualified to live?
"What?"
"Do you want to kill everyone?"
"Zoro, you are going too far! If you kill us, the Red Blood Tribe will fall apart!"
"Sark is dead, we can still live in peace! Don't push us to a dead end!"
Suddenly, the orcs in the valley changed greatly, and the emotions such as despair, panic, and anger appeared involuntarily.
Some people even yelled: "Solo! If all clan united, even if you are a real god family, you will inevitably die!"
But Solo walked straight out of the valley without even looking back. He just said in a deep voice: "Get rid of these traitors for me."
"Yes, Warchief."
"I like to do such a thing!"
Under the horrified gazes of the clan leaders, the two extremely tall and strong green-skinned orcs on the top of the cliff laughed wildly and jumped down.
"You, what are you going to do?"
"Miscellaneous! Do you want to eat the Lord? I ordered you to get out of this in the name of pure blood orc!"
"Stay away from me!"
The clan leaders in the valley maintained their momentum and shouted angrily, as if they could drive them away.
But the two green-skinned orcs were unmoved, grinning ferociously and waving the steel claws in their hands. White lights flashed past, blood spurted, and severed limbs splattered everywhere.
In just a short while, the valley turned into a bloody slaughterhouse. The rock walls were soaked with blood, and the corpses of clan leaders were strewn on the ground. The two orcs were covered in blood, half-kneeling behind Solo.
"Great Chief, we have killed all these old guys."
"It's so refreshing."
These two green-skinned orcs are the new orc leaders selected by Solo. Their names are Garon and Mond. They are both guys who are extremely fond of killing.
Zoro nodded lightly, seeming to regard the massacre as a trivial matter: "Cut off their heads and hang them outside the camp to see the reaction of the warriors from each clan.
If someone shows the tendency to rebel, kill them all, anyway, this is just a group of old -fashioned disabled. "
When he heard that he could kill again, the two orcs were very happy, and they quickly got this good matter.
Zoro turned his head, looked at the pile of corpses, and said lightly: "By the way, throw their corpses into the mother river.
Although they are all weak cowards, they are indeed much stronger than ordinary orcs. Using their blood as nourishment should be able to breed stronger and larger orcs. ”
"Yes, the chief."
The two orcs responded in unison, and then went to clean up those residuals with joy, ready to start the next killing feast.
Solo raised his head and looked south again, with hatred in his eyes: "Wait, Burning Ember Empire, that day is not far away" (End of Chapter)