Late at night, in a forest not far from Ramir Fortress.
The stars were dim, the bonfire was vigorous, the trees were swaying, and the orcs were holding sacrifices. This was their preparation before the war, and tomorrow they would attack the Ramir Fortress again.
"My subjects! We have been silent for too long. The despicable human beings have long forgotten their promises and have repeatedly challenged the dignity of our great beast gods! Our indulgence is regarded as timid, so let our fists tell them,
What is power! Only orcs are the most powerful nation!!! Let our anger completely burn the entire continent!" In the middle of the bonfire, an orc raised the sledgehammer in his hand and shouted.
This orc was very tall, a little taller than the two brothers Renoreli. His whole body was tightly wrapped in a black wallet. The wallet was not big, and it was sewn with not very flat thin thread.
In addition, the whole dress looks rough, but it is already neat in the costumes of this group of orcs.
His words were rough and loud, and they were spread far away, which made the monsters lurking in the forest quiet. This sentence seemed to touch the voice of all the orcs present. For a moment, only the orcs smiled low and rumbled under the night.
Voice.
"First support Lord Colin! Give humans some color!"
"Yes, kill all humans! Avenge our tribesmen"
"Restore the orc's reputation!"
Whether it was the orcs who had been persecuted by humans or who had been in peace, they all raised all kinds of weapons in their hands, shouted loudly, and responded to the Beast King's words.
The jumping fire shone on their skin of different colors, projecting on their strong muscles like a well-defined relief, which also made their already sharp teeth shine, silver, particularly hideous and weird.
It seemed very satisfied with this effect. Colin, the commander of the orc, did not put down the warhammer in his hand, but instead waved it in the air. The howling wind mixed with his laughter. For a moment, the atmosphere rose to the top, if it weren't for the night.
To stop them, they may have been waiting for such a war, and the weapons in their hands have been thirsty for blood for too long.
"But...father, this will kill many innocent people." A discordant voice sounded, a little low, and a little cautious in his speech. His inner fear could be seen from his trembling voice.
A small head stretched out from behind Colin's sturdy figure. She was seventy-sixth of her imagination than Colin, but she was only two-thirds of her height. Compared with humans, she was already taller in animals.
But the crowd was inconspicuous. If it weren't for his golden skin, he would have been ignored by everyone.
Hearing his words, Colin's eyes sank, and a slight nasal sound from his broad nose turned around. His originally cheerful face became tense because of this sentence, and his eyes were coldly staring at the owner of the voice.
An invisible aura emanated from him. The orcs around him could hardly stand up under the angry pressure of their king. However, seeing that his originally dark golden eyes had long been shrouded in angry flames, no one dared to say anything.
With a sound, I could only resist the fear in my heart, hoping that there would be no more embarrassment in front of so many tribesmen.
The only person who did not bow his head now was the little orc who said what he said just now. Although he was also a little scared, in the face of big troubles, he inherited his father's paranoia and courage.
"Combe, I am very pleased that you have the courage to refute me, but I am very disappointed with your remarks. While you think like this, don't forget how your mother died and how many tribesmen died in humans
In the plunder of greed, don't forget your race! This is a war between races, and our cowardice will only lead us to the grave of death. If you have always thought this way, I believe you will see you soon
your mother!"
With brown eyes narrowed, without strict responsibilities, Colin was like a father who was reasonable with his son. Combe did not respond, but the other orcs were very touched and turned to their king to admire him.
Their eyes were proud of having such a king. They looked at Combe, who was still obsessed with disappointment. Their faces were full of disappointment. They shook their heads and sighed, and their eyes dimmed.
"How could such a wise Lord Colin give birth to such a son? How could such a Combe be qualified to lead the orcs to glory in the future!" This is the voice of all orcs, although they dare not speak out in front of Colin.
But I think they have already interpreted this sentence to the fullest on their faces without being on guard.
Under such a gaze, Combe felt a little uncomfortable. He timidly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head deeply, and did not dare to look at his father's sharp eyes anymore, because he knew his father's hatred and his mother's death was
He will always be in pain.
"Combe, my child, you are the pride of my Golden Beamon clan. Now that you are so cowardly, how can I feel at ease to hand them over to you!" Although Colin is a father, his other identity as an orc leader is also
Indelible, when he felt the loss of his tribesmen, he himself brought out the contradiction he would face sooner or later.
"Hiss!!!" If there were a few orcs whispering just now, then they also shut up at this time. Lord Colin said such words. How could they bear to force his only son like this?
"Sir Colin, don't blame Combe. He is still young and doesn't understand many things. He will know the hypocritical face of human beings in the future!" A cyclops stood in front of Combe and blocked him behind him.
There was always a look of laughter in his eyes. He was Combe's uncle. Combe had been with him for a long time since he was a child and loved Combe very much.
"That's right, I'm afraid of the darkness when I was as old as Combe. This kid is so brave enough to come here to fight!" Another orc also came out to adjust, haha.
Listening to the usually rough orc uncles and uncles speaking for themselves, Combe was also moved, but he still couldn't accept Colin's remarks. War is killing. Now there is no direct conflict between humans and orcs, and there is no need to start a war.
Seeing the atmosphere becoming more and more harmonious, Colin's face did not improve, but instead became more solemn. His dark golden eyes became deeper and deeper, and there was an inexplicable light, as if he had thought of something.
Unlocked the wallet bound to his hard body, threw it at him casually, and walked towards Combe. As Colin took a step, a rumbling sound came from the ground, which looked like a land bear Ah Dai.
"Colin, that's all right, don't scare Combe!" Seeing his father walking towards him with a sledgehammer, there was a hint of fear in Combe's golden eyes, and he instinctively shrank behind the wide body of the Cyclops.
, even dared to look around, for fear that if you look wrong, you would be beaten by your father.
"Combe, if you are my son, you stand up by yourself. Our Golden Behemoth is not as timid as you!" Colin is also a reasonable person. He did not educate his children through sticks like other orcs. Instead, he was serious about his words.
Mu admits his mistake.
Everyone didn't know about Colin's horror, but Combe remembered it clearly.
He was the only two golden behemoth in the entire orc tribe since he was a child. He would not be bullied by other orcs with the aura of the leader's son. All the injuries he suffered were given by his seemingly reasonable father.
I remember the first time my father took off the wallet that he never took off. It was because he was three years old and still couldn't hunt by himself. He always enjoyed the food brought back by other orcs, so my father taught him earnestly.
, and locked him up among a group of hungry wolves, gave him a knife, and told him that in this cave, there were only these low-IQ monsters, no one recognized him, and he could only survive by relying on himself.
After staying like this for half a year, in half a year, he survived from the sharp claws of a group of hungry wolves, and also learned to hunt and eat raw meat, becoming a young master of a tribe who was protected in a greenhouse
A iron-blooded orc.
Others only saw the effects of Colin doing this, but did not see the countless scars on him. I don’t know how long he had been hungry before he could use his first sword. A hungry wolf in the local area
When he fell down, he directly sucked all the warm blood donated on it with his mouth. It was the nourishment of these blood that allowed him to regain his strength and enjoy the joy of killing.
After that, my father took off his wallet again, mostly to speed up his growth. Those experiences were harder and more bloody, and now they were a little scared. As clean as he retained all the orcs' habits, the only thing that remained unchanged was
A kind heart at this moment.
Knowing his father's stubbornness, Combe suppressed the fear in his heart, pushed away the cyclops in front of him, and appeared in front of his father, but his head still did not dare to raise it high, and did not dare to use his father's sharp brown eyes.
Look at each other.
A big hand reached in front of Combe, slid directly to his chin, and lifted it up.
Combe breathed intuition and became addicted to his father's bottomless eyes.
"Colin, don't be impulsive!" Seeing that Colin came up and took action, the Cyclops' stiff cheeks became more and more anxious, and they pressed directly on Colin's arm, trying to move his arm away, but Colin's strength was really strong
It was too big, he was no match at all. Instead, Combe's eyes signaling that he was fine made him withdraw his hand, looking at Colin with caution, for fear that he would make a child killing event with an exciting move.
"Combe, are you afraid?" Colin's heavy and powerful voice came from his head.
Still immersed in his eyes, Combe, who was almost instinctively, gently lit his head, and his whole face was a little confused.
"My child, fear is not what you should have. You are the golden behemoth, the king of the future. It should be because others are afraid of seeing you. I heard from Misha that you still dare not drink. My child, you should grow up
I'm old, my father can't wait for you to grow up!" Almost memorial words emerged from Colin's mouth. Although Colin's eyes were looking at Combe, his thoughts drifted far away.
"You are as kind as your mother. It is because of so many years that I can't bear to erase the last trace of kindness. But now it's not possible. Just today, let my father see a stronger you!"
The words were said to Combe, and Combe listened very seriously, but he didn't know the meaning of his father's words, so he could only stare at him in a daze, feeling a little at a loss.
"Misa, bring the wine!" Colin turned around and said to the orc girl who was already scared and turned pale.
When the girl heard his words, she first glanced at Combe with concern, and then took out a bottle of wine tremblingly.
The transparent wine bottle was filled with scarlet blood, and it became more and more charming and confusing against the red firelight, as if it was blood, which made people feel inexplicably excited.
Yes, it is blood. The wine the orcs usually drink is brewed from human blood, which is why the kind Sam never drinks alcohol.
He took the bottle from Misha's trembling little hand, and Colin's face turned aside and pushed it in front of Combe. The three cold words like command made the originally stuffy