My name is Ergou, well, I'll admit the name is hard to hear. www.biquge.info But that's not the point, my parents were the leaders of a tribe of orcs. I heard that I would become a lord too, but I didn't want to be a lord. I just want to go out and see the humans of Middle-earth. But the tribesmen say that the humans of Middle-earth all have eight hands and seven mouths, and they eat orcs.

However, this sentence scared me. Until one day, a caravan from Middle-earth passed through my tribe. only to find out that the original clan is a liar. They have yellow skin, white skin, and they are all handsome.

The point is that they are all weak.

When I tried to get closer to observe, a human soldier spotted me, and they yelled, and then rows of arrows came at me.

Humans are crazy, I just wanted to say hello to you. As for it! escaped after a few arrows, and vowed to take revenge at that time.

My father told me that if I wanted to be the leader, I had to be the strongest warrior in the tribe, so my painful days came, and I had to circle around the territory in the early hours of the morning, and I had to be trained by my father as the first warrior during the day.

I thought that all my life was going to be to guard the tribe, live day after day guard and have a baby, and let her repeat all this, and that would be good. Then, everything changed! Barbarian conscription began, not so much as conscription, but capture.

When the Barbarian Emperor's Guards surrounded the Horde, I will never forget it. The widow next door grabbed my arm, and with a desperate expression in her eyes, she said, Ergou, I must let my son come home alive, ah, definitely.

Looking at the wailing villagers in the tribe in shackles, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt. Father said that the leaders are the ones who will not let the people who follow them shed tears. But what am I now!

His lips were bitten with rage, and scarlet blood flowed down his throat.

I, Ergou, will definitely live and will protect the people that our family has guarded for generations.

Turning his head away from the wailing of women and children, he raised his head to look at the hesitant people, and clenched his fists;