On the banks of the Bindler River, camps of various sizes are stationed here. At this moment, this has become the temporary stronghold of the Red Blood Tribe.
After that battle, the former orc pioneer Solo Blooddrink replaced Batu and became the temporary chief of the tribe, but this position was not so easy to take.
At this moment, the lights in the camp were brightly lit, the crowd was agitated, the orcs looked ferocious, and saliva was flying from their mouths. "Zoro, you coward!"
The orc general raised his spear and roared: "Father God said that cowards should be pierced through the chest with a sharp spear. You are not worthy of being our chief!"
"The dwarves killed our chief! In the face of such a blood feud, you actually told us to rest and recuperate?"
Someone aimed the tip of a spear at Thoreau's head, who was sitting on the Throne of Bones. "Solo, where is the revenge you promised?
In the past few months, we orcs have been hiding here and there, being hunted by dwarf patrols like rabbits on the grassland! ”
The burly orc said in a deep voice: "Remember, Solo, you became the chief just because of good luck. If this continues, we don't mind changing to another one."
"Crack!"
Zoro stood up from the Bone Throne and slammed the table in front of him.
He looked around at the faces of the orcs, pointed to the south, and said angrily: "Batu is dead, and the old shaman is also dead. How can we avenge the mountain kingdom, just with you defeated soldiers?
You guys who call yourself warriors, if you can, intercept that golden-skinned reptile yourself! He has destroyed twelve of our strongholds this month! ”
Suddenly, there was silence in the camp, the orcs were speechless, and even the air was about to solidify.
During this period of time, the experience of the orcs can only be described as "tragic". Due to the shortage of food supplies, the huge orc army was broken into pieces and nomadic in various places. The orcs returned to their original loose state.
The elves and dwarves patrols from the mountain kingdom galloped on the vast Ugo grassland, constantly hunting down the lone orcs.
And that golden dragon is the dawn of the dwarves, but in the eyes of the orcs, it is the god of death that harvests life and the devil that brings purgatory. They even call it the "Punisher" in horror.
The golden dragon often soars in the sky, flapping its wings, spitting out hot and raging dragon flames, and mercilessly burning the orc strongholds, leaving only a charred ruins littered with corpses and billowing smoke.
"I admit that I am not as good as Batu and Kirk, heroes who can win the favor of God the Father, but you are just a bunch of losers who want to ride on my head?
Our failure is clearly the fault of you mediocre people! Lord Batu has given everything he has, but you just stand by and watch!
Anyone who wants to get the position of chief of the Red Blood Tribe, just come, I am not afraid of anyone's challenge! ”
Zoro's angry voice echoed in the camp, and the orc generals who were so aggressive just now were now silent.
Because Zoro was right, the power of Batu Skull Crusher was obvious to all, and they couldn't even intervene in Batu's battle.
After all the "Eye of Gruumsh" in the clan were sacrificed, Zoro Blood Drinker, who was famous for drinking the blood of giants, was indeed one of the best.
The orc general who was the first to rebut just now also took a step forward, wanting to ease the relationship, so he whispered: "Solo, maybe"
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, a piercing scream sounded, and a sharp arrow pierced the wool felt outside the tent and hit Zoro directly in the chest.
"Whoosh——"
All the orcs could hear it—the sound of arrows slicing through the air.
"Enemy attack!" Zoro exclaimed, turning sideways at an extremely fast speed, narrowly escaping the attack.
"Click!"
The arrow penetrated deeply into the Bone Throne. At the same time, the elite orc warriors outside the camp heard the sound and stood outside the camp, looking for the source of the attack.
"Damn, how could that happen?" Zoro clutched his chest and panted as he looked at the incoming arrow, only to see it pierce into the hard skull, obviously with considerable force, and deadly venom flowing out.
The method of this attack was sinister and cruel, and the goal was very clear, which was to take away the life of himself, Solo Blood Drinker!
The feathers of the arrow also caught his attention. Zoro narrowed his eyes slightly and stared closely at the brown feathers, his voice hoarse. "Alpine Vulture Feathers"
Only orcs would raise such cruel, ugly birds and make such arrows.
Thoro's heart suddenly trembled - perhaps, this assassination did not come from the mountain kingdom, but from within the orc army!
The orc picked up his spear and rushed out of the tent. He turned to look in the direction where the arrow was shot. The former hunting captain noticed the movement in the pile of withered grass a hundred meters away at a glance.
Messy footprints, kicked up soil, scattered eagle feathers
Zoro was very sure that it was definitely not a sign of trouble, but an enemy hiding in it! But he didn't alert the snake, he just held his breath, tensed the muscles of his body, clenched the sharp spear in his hand, and then threw it suddenly.
"Shua——"
The spear came through the air and quickly pierced the withered grass. Drops of blood spattered, the grass pile shook violently, and a wail came out.
Zoro mounted the warg and roared: "The enemy is there! Capture him alive! Never let him escape!"
The warg cavalry came one after another, forming teams of three or four, cooperating with each other, galloping from different directions, and surrounded the pile of withered grass.
Zoro came closer and finally saw the true face of the man who attacked him - a thin orc wearing a ragged brown robe.
At this moment, the orc was nailed to the ground with a spear, and blood continued to gush out from the wound. The orc cavalry next to him watched eagerly.
The orc cavalry next to him raised his spear and said with a ferocious smile: "Lord Solo, this damn guy actually wants to assassinate you! How about we torture him?"
Zoro stretched out his hand to stop him. "Wait, I have something else to ask him."
The dying orc on the ground raised his head at this moment, looked at Thoreau with hatred on his face, and smiled sarcastically: "Kill me, bastard of the Red Blood Tribe, cowardly liar."
Thoro looked down at him condescendingly and couldn't help but frown: "Why are you doing this? We orcs who obey the will of God the Father should be one.
Master Batu said that no matter which clan we come from, we should all unite to kill those dwarves and elves and take back the land we deserve. ”
"Enough!"
The orc roared angrily at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and bloody saliva spewed from his mouth. "I've had enough of your Red Blood Tribe's hypocrisy!
You keep saying that you are united to the outside world, but at this time you occupy the territory of our Jackdaw clan, robbed my ancestors of the land that took hundreds of years of conquest, and displaced us!"
Zoro couldn't help but defend: "This is just a temporary station. The orc army will eventually come back. We will avenge Lord Batu, destroy the mountain kingdom, and occupy Avendeldan."
The expression on the face of the orc assassin was even more ferocious, and the sarcasm was completely undisguised. "Zorro, stop deceiving us with the lies fabricated by your Red Blood Tribe!"
"Without Batu, how will the orcs defeat Avendeldan? Is it just you?"
For a moment, Zoro was speechless. He had to admit that he did have selfish motives for letting the Red Blood Tribe occupy the best pasture, and it was not as glorious as he said.
"It was you guys from the Red Fang tribe who overestimated their capabilities, who deceived our chief and turned us into a homeless dog, until now we are completely destroyed!" The orc used his last strength at this moment, roared with all his strength, and threw his hand at Solo A dagger coated with poison.
"You dare!"
"Despicable guy!"
The orc soldiers guarding the side swarmed forward, waving their spears and scimitars, and cut the assassin from the Jackdaw tribe into pieces.
Zoro looked at the pile of non-human-shaped minced meat and was speechless.
After a while, the roar of wargs was heard in the distance, and the scout from the west came with news: "Lord Thoro, the Jackdaw clan was heavily attacked by the dwarf troops a few days ago. It has..."
"I know."
Thoro turned his head and looked at the Blackstone Mountains not far away, where the shield dwarves lived and where the orcs had not been able to climb the high wall for thousands of years.
It is these rolling mountains that prevent the orcs from fighting each other for resources in this barren and desolate land.
Batu, you are the hero of the orcs, but what should I do now? Are we going to let the history of orcs fighting each other continue to repeat itself?
Zoro sighed deeply, a rare helplessness appearing on his ugly face covered with scars.
Orcs, synonymous with roughness and savagery, rarely think carefully, but at this moment, Zoro actually felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
He did not notice that the orc corpse floating in the Bindler River trembled slightly, and an extremely rich black that seemed to swallow everything suddenly appeared in the water. (End of chapter)