Late at night, in a forest not far from the Ramil Fortress.

The stars are dim, the bonfires are strong, the shadows of the trees are waving, and the orcs are holding sacrifices, which are their preparations before the battle, and tomorrow they will attack the Ramil fortress.

"My subjects! We have been silent for too long, and the despicable humans have long forgotten their promises and have repeatedly challenged the dignity of our great beast gods! Our indulgence is regarded as cowardice by them, so let our fists tell them what strength is! Only orcs are the most powerful people!! Let's burn the continent with our wrath! In the middle of the campfire, an orc raised his sledgehammer and shouted.

This orc was very tall, a few points taller than the two Renault brothers. He was tightly wrapped in a black wallet, which was not large, it was sewn with thin threads that were not very smooth, and the whole garment looked rough except rough, but it was already neat in the costumes of this group of orcs.

His words were rough and loud, and they spread far and wide, shaking the demonic beasts lurking in the forest to silence, and this sentence seemed to speak the hearts of all the orcs present, and for a while there was only the low and rumbling laughter of the orcs in the night.

"Resolutely support Lord Colin! Give humanity some color and voila! ”

"That's right, kill all the humans! Avenge our people"

"Revive the orcs!"

Whether it was the orcs who had been persecuted by humans or those who had always been safe, they all raised all kinds of weapons in their hands at this time and shouted loudly, responding to the words of the beastmaster.

The light of the jumping fire shone on their skin of different colors, projected on their strong muscles like a well-defined relief, and also made their already fangs, silver shining, particularly hideous and strange.

Seemingly satisfied with this effect, Colin, the leader of the orcs, did not put down the war hammer in his hand, but waved it in the air, the whistling wind mixed with his big laughter, for a while, the atmosphere rose to a climax, if it were not for the obstruction of this night, they might have been waiting for such a war a long time ago, the weapons in their hands were still thirsty for blood for too long.

"But father, a lot of innocent people will die like this." A discordant voice rang out, a little low, and a little cautious in his speech, and the fear in his heart could be seen in his trembling voice.

From behind Colin's sturdy figure stretched out a small head, as long as Colin's imagination, but only two-thirds of Colin's height, compared to humans, it is already tall, but it is inconspicuous among the beasts, if it weren't for his golden skin, he would almost be ignored by everyone.

Hearing his words, Colin's eyes sank, and a slight nasal sound came from his wide nose, and he turned his head. His originally happy face became tense because of this sentence, his eyes stared coldly at the owner of the voice, an invisible momentum emanated from him, and the surrounding orcs could barely stand up under the pressure of their king's anger, but seeing that his originally dark golden eyes had already been shrouded in angry flames, no one dared to say a word, and could only resist the fear in his heart, hoping that he would not be embarrassed in front of so many clansmen.

Now the only one who didn't bow his head was the little orc who said what he just said, although he was also a little scared, but in the face of the big right and wrong, he inherited his father's paranoia and bravery.

"Com, I am glad that you have the courage to refute me, but I am very disappointed by your remarks, and while you think so, do not forget how your mother died, how many people have died in the greedy predation of man, and do not forget your race! This is a war between races, our cowardice will only lead us to the grave of death, and if there has always been such thoughts, I am sure you will soon see your mother! ”

With narrowed brown eyes and no stern duties, Colin looked like a father who reasoned with his son at this time. Kom didn't react, but the other orcs were impressed, and they all looked at their king in admiration, proud to have such a king. He looked at Com, who was still obsessed, their faces full of disappointment, shaking their heads and sighing, their eyes dimming.

"How could such a wise Lord Colin give birth to such a son? How could such a comm be qualified to lead the orcs to glory in the future! This is the voice of all orcs, although they dare not say it openly in front of Colin, but they have already interpreted this sentence vividly on their faces.

Under such a gaze, Kom was also a little uncomfortable, he resigned himself to retract his gaze, bowed his head deeply, and did not dare to meet his father's sharp eyes again, because he knew that his father's hatred and his mother's death was his eternal pain.

"Kom, my child, you are the pride of my Golden Beamons, and now that you are so cowardly, how can I trust them to you!" Although Colin is a father, his other identity, the orc leader, is also indelible, and feeling the loss of his clan, he himself pulled out the contradiction that he would have to face sooner or later.

"Hiss!!" If there were a few orcs whispering just now, then they also kept their mouths shut at this time, Lord Colin had said such things, how could they bear to persecute his only son like this.

"Lord Colin, don't blame Com, he's still young, he doesn't understand a lot of things, and he will know the hypocrisy of human beings in the future!" A cyclops stood in front of Combe and held him back, the only one with a playful smile in his eyes all the time. He was Com's uncle, and he grew up with him for a long time since he was a child, and he was very fond of him.

"That's right, when I'm my age, I'm afraid of the dark and get lost, this kid is brave enough to come here to fight!" Another orc also came out to adjust, playing Ha Lu Ha.

Listening to those usually rough orc uncles and uncles speaking for themselves, Kom was also moved in his heart, but he still couldn't accept Colin's remarks, war is killing, and now there is no direct contradiction between humans and orcs, and there is no need to go to war.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more harmonious, but Colin's face did not improve, but became more solemn, his dark golden eyes became deeper and deeper, flashing with an inexplicable ghostly light, as if he had thought of something.

Untied the wallet that was bound to his stiff body, he threw it casually and walked towards Com, the ground rumbling as Colin walked, quite the style of an earth bear dumb.

"Colin, it's almost fine, don't scare Com!" Seeing his father walking towards him with a sledgehammer, there was a touch of fear in Kom's golden eyes, and he instinctively shrank behind the broad body of the cyclops, not even daring to look at his eyes, for fear that he would be beaten by his father if he didn't look right.

"Kom, it's my son and you stand up on your own, we Golden Beamon don't have a cowardly person like you!" Colin is also a reasonable person, and instead of educating children with sticks like other orcs, he earnestly makes Com admit his mistakes.

Everyone didn't know about Colin's horror, but Com remembered it clearly.

He has been the only golden Beamon in the entire orc tribe since he was a child, with the aura of the son of the leader and will not be oppressed by other orcs, and all the injuries he has suffered are given by his seemingly very 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, and always enjoyed the food brought back by other orcs, so his father educated him seriously, locked him up in a pack of hungry wolves, gave him a knife, and told him that there were only these low-IQ monsters in this cave, no one recognized him, and he could only live by himself.

In this way, he stayed for half a year, and in half a year, at the age of three, he survived from the silver teeth and claws of a pack of hungry wolves, and also learned to hunt and eat raw meat, from a young tribal master who was protected in a greenhouse to an iron-blooded orc.

Others only saw the effect of Colin doing this, but did not see the countless scars on his body, and they didn't know how long he had been hungry before he had the backbone and courage to swing his first knife, and when a hungry wolf fell, he directly sucked all the warm blood on its body with his mouth, and 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 harder each time, and they were bloodier and bloodier each time, and now I am a little scared when I think about it, as clean as he also retains all the habits of orcs, the only thing that remains unchanged is a kind heart at this time.

Knowing his father's stubbornness, Kom forcibly 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 didn't dare to raise very high, and he didn't dare to meet his father's sharp brown eyes.

A large hand reached out to Combe and slid straight to his chin, jerking upwards.

Comm instinctively breathed as he drowned in his father's bottomless eyes.

"Colin, don't be impulsive!" Seeing Colin's direct move as soon as he came up, the Cyclops' stiff cheeks became more and more anxious, and pressed directly on Colin's arm, wanting to remove his arm, but Colin's strength was too great, and he was not an opponent at all, but Com signaled that his innocent gaze made him withdraw his hand, and looked at Colin vigilantly, for fear that he would be excited to kill his son.

"Are you scared, Combe?" Colin's heavy, powerful voice came from above.

Still immersed in the light of his eyes, almost instinctively, Kom twitched his head slightly, his whole face a little dazed.

"My child, fear is not what you should have, you are the golden Beamon, the king of the future, it should be others who see you scared, I heard Misha say that you still don't dare to drink, my child, you should grow up, father can't wait for your growth!" Almost reminiscences came from Colin's mouth, and although Colin's eyes were looking at Com, his thoughts drifted far away.

"You are as kind as your mother, and it is because of this that for so many years, I can't bear to erase a trace of kindness from the last one, but not now, just today, let my father see a stronger you!" This sentence was said to Kom, and Kom also listened very carefully, but he didn't know the meaning of his father's words, so he could only look at him in a daze, a little overwhelmed.

"Misha, bring the wine!" Releasing Comm's jaw, Colin turned to the little orc girl who was already pale with fright.

When the girl heard him, she gave Kom a worried look, and then she shuddered and pulled out a bottle of wine.

The transparent wine bottle was full of scarlet blood, and it became more and more bewitching and blurry under the red firelight, as if it was blood, which inexplicably made people feel excited.

That's right, it's blood, and the wine that orcs usually drink is made from human blood, which is why good Sam never drinks alcohol.

Taking the wine bottle from Misha's trembling little hand without lowering his head, Colin pushed it in front of Com with a whole face, and the three cold words like an order completely cooled down the originally stuffy night.

"Drink it!"