Chapter Eleven Extra Story 1: The Boundless Sorrow Part 1
Chapter 11 Extra Chapter 1: Infinite Sorrow 1 (Revised)
The howling wind swept across the vast expanse of wasteland with heart-rending roars, as if carrying the resentful cries of the undead that had been wandering in this vast land for hundreds of millions of years.
The flying sand and dust blurred the boundaries between heaven and earth, and the sun seemed to be shrouded in a gloomy veil.
A few sparse vegetation on the wasteland swayed helplessly in the wind, and the darkness swallowed up these weak lives with almost no effort.
At this season of the year, the largest wilderness in the boundless continent will experience strong storms and rolling yellow sand, as if the God of Death is searching for his favorite plaything.
In the depths of the violent wind and sand, an unclear figure gradually appeared, which was somewhat incompatible with the surrounding environment. Amidst the flying sand and gravel, and the ever-changing storm, only this figure stood still, and the figure held a huge pair of
The shield seems to be waiting for the arrival of something.
Looking closely, this figure is very strong. From his calves to his shoulders, his whole body is covered with strong muscles. His teeth are as sharp as swords, and his eyes are as determined as rocks - this is an orc.
Suddenly, two light spots flashed out from the yellow sand, followed by four, six, eight... In an instant, the light spots surrounded the motionless figure, and the roar of countless beasts was also mixed with the roaring wind, and
Little by little it becomes clearer.
Every herdsman with some experience on the Infinite Continent knows that this is a sign of hunting by sand jackals.
They know how to use the overwhelming wind and sand to hide their whereabouts. Once they discover a flock of sheep or a lone explorer, they will lure the prey little by little into the circle of wolves through their terrifying roars, and then it will be time to kill.
The strange thing is that today this prey not only had no intention of flinching in the face of the wolf's roar, but even took the initiative to stay in the wind and sand. You know, in a sandstorm with almost zero visibility, sand jackal hunting is almost 100%
Accurate. Soon, several sand jackals gradually became impatient and began to actively move the encirclement in the direction of the prey, and then more and more accomplices joined them.
Soon an army of thousands of sand jackals gathered around the orcs, and the killing seemed easy.
As the howl of the wolf gradually became clearer, the orc finally made a move. He squatted down slightly, held a shield in his left hand, and took out a flashing sword from his waist with his right hand. His eyes kept switching, and he estimated
The threats faced from front to back, left and right, seemed like a fight was imminent - and that was indeed the case.
Finally, a sand jackal couldn't hold back anymore, let out a wild and murderous roar, and charged towards the prey it was bound to win with bared teeth and claws.
In an instant, the entire army of sand jackals rushed toward the black shadow from all directions. Just as the wolves rose up, the orcs also let out a thundering roar. Although this roar was not like the sand jackals,
So vicious, but full of a desire for battle and victory that seems to come from ancient times.
Before the wolves could react, the black figure, which had been as motionless as a rock just now, suddenly exerted force and jumped into the air. Then he flicked his arm and threw the shield heavily to the ground.
With a loud "bang", sand and stones flew up, and the whole earth seemed to tremble due to the impact of the shield. A dozen sand jackals around were violently pushed tens of meters away by the shock wave, and the surrounding wolves were also shaken.
It was difficult to stand still, so I took a few steps back.
Then the orc landed on his feet, took out a sharp knife in his left hand, and rushed towards the wolves with lightning speed.
The wind was instantly filled with the sound of sharp blades flashing across the wind and the sand jackal's last cry before death. The orcs moved around in a flash, the cold light of the blade suddenly appeared everywhere, and the entire wolf pack fell into chaos.
But the Sand Jackal was a battle-hardened warrior after all, and the wolves soon calmed down, surrounded their opponents again, and launched a tacit attack from all sides.
No matter how quickly the orcs chopped down the sand jackals that came from all directions, they were still alone. Soon his movements slowed down and there were more and more flaws.
At this moment, a sand jackal saw the right opportunity and jumped suddenly. It opened its mouth and bit his right arm, its sharp teeth pierced deeply into his flesh and blood. The orc's right hand was hurt and he let go, and the big knife was directly hit by the strong wind.
blow away.
The orc quickly used the sharp knife in his left hand to cut the opponent in two, and at the same time pulled out his right hand. However, the bite still severely injured the orc's right hand.
Seeing the opportunity, another wolf jumped up and tried to knock its prey to the ground. The orc couldn't react in time. He subconsciously waved his left hand and pierced the opponent's head with a sharp knife. Blood spattered and the sand jackal in the air was instantly swept away by the wind and sand.
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Seeing that the prey had lost its only two weapons, the wolves temporarily stopped attacking and began to circle around the orc, preparing to give him a fatal final offensive.
The injured orc clutched his right arm, which was still bleeding, and his eyes were still staring at the wolves in front of him. A trace of confusion suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared.
Then, his pupils suddenly turned blood red, and his two eyeballs almost burst out of their sockets. At the same time, veins began to pop up everywhere on the orc's body, and with a "hissing" sound, sharp tendrils gradually grew on the ends of his limbs.
And strong claws.
The sand jackals were so frightened by this sudden mutation that they did not dare to act rashly. The old sand jackals who had experienced fighting with orcs knew that this was a short-term explosive increase in their combat effectiveness by the orcs in a desperate situation by forcibly overdrawing their own lives.
There is no solution.
At this time, the orcs were really close to a furious beast, but this just showed that the orcs in front of them were at the end of their rope. A few old sand jackals used their eyes to signal their companions to strike first.
Just when the orc half-crouched down to gather strength and prepare to launch what may be the last desperate fight, the whistling wind in his ears suddenly disappeared, as if he was suddenly in a vacuum world. It was replaced by a faint, as if very far away,
But an extremely clear voice: "Weak person, do you long for the power to conquer everything?"
The orc shook his head violently, but could not put the repeated sound behind him.
"Weak person, do you long for the power to conquer everything?"
"Who?!" the orc shouted into the air in front of him.
There was no answer. The same sentence still echoed in the air: "Weak person, do you long for the power to conquer everything?"
In such a dangerous situation, there was almost no room for the orc to think. He frowned, intending to ignore the noise and focus on the battle in front of him. It was then that he realized that his body had become unable to move at some point.
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"What...what's going on?!" The orc had never faced such a situation before, and his mind went blank.
Suddenly another burst of harsh laughter sounded in the air, and a strange purple smoke suddenly rose from the shield lying quietly in the crack not far away, and then quickly condensed, turning into a human figure wearing black and purple gauze.
A slightly worn helmet was placed on his head, and a hazy purple mist kept rising, making his facial features unrecognizable. Slowly, the man in purple walked slowly towards the rear of the jackals step by step.
, the violent sandstorm had no effect on him, and the sand jackals did not seem to be aware of the threat behind them, and were still preparing to attack the orcs who seemed to have no chance of recovery.
Soon, the man in purple reached the outermost edge of the sand jackal's circle. He stopped, stretched out a long and thin arm, and gently placed it on the back of an unconscious sand jackal.