The vast Gobi Desert is desolate and empty, dotted with occasional wind-eroded stone pillars, and the undulating hills reveal bare stones.

The whole land is earthy yellow, and even a few plants are gray in color. It seems to be a land where life has been extinct.

However, in such a barren land, there lives a powerful clan, the Fireblade Clan.

In a depression surrounded by mountains, there is the most precious water source in the Gobi. Huge split-hoof cattle and swift taboo sheep leisurely walk and graze in the oases.

In the oasis, humans, demons, goblins, lizardmen, etc., perform various kinds of labor under the whip of the orc overseer, thus liberating the labor force of the orcs and allowing more people to devote themselves to combat training.

Wolves the size of calves roamed around the oasis, both to guard against intruding enemies and to prevent slaves from escaping.

The wolf is the most valuable companion of the orcs, but it is not only the frostwolf clan.

For the Fireblade Orcs living in the barren land, the output of the land is far from meeting the needs of survival, and the only way is to rob it.

If you win, you will be able to live more comfortably, and if you lose and die a wave of people, the remaining rations will be enough.

And if you want to grab something, the most important thing is to be fast and move it. The heavy-loaded, stamina-strong, and fast wolf is the best assistant for orc robbery.

In an unfamiliar environment, the vigilant wolf will also be responsible for keeping guard; When fighting, you can also charge into battle with your master.

The oasis is dotted with rugged buildings with orc features, towering watchtowers, and hidden crypts. The orcs here are all brown-skinned, unlike the green-skinned orcs who have drunk the blood of Manolos.

This is Draenor's Fireblade Clan, not Kalimdor's gang of stragglers recruited by demonic warlocks.

The most conspicuous feature of the oasis is a fortress built against the hill with flags with fiery blades.

The fortress is protected by spiked wooden sticks, and hundreds of orc warriors are honing their skills in the open space enclosed inside.

These orc warriors are all shirtless with banners on their backs, and their muscles are knotted, and they are very strong. Fireblade orcs advocate strength, advocate using powerful attack power to destroy the enemy, do not wear armor protection at all, and if you can't do it, you can rely on agile skills to flash people directly.

They poured all their resources into weapons. The razor-sharp blade is made by the Fire Blade Shaman repeatedly infused with fire element, and each attack of the blade has the destructive power of splitting mountains and rocks.

Those who can completely take time off production to receive combat skills training are the elite of the orcs, and each of them has the combat effectiveness of high-level elite heroes. Training like this without armor and slashing at each other is almost no different from actual combat, and if you are not careful, you will be injured by a knife. Fortunately, the orcs have rough skin and thick flesh and anger to protect their bodies, and they usually suffer some skin injuries when they are knifed.

Every scar on the body is an orc's medal, and as long as they don't lose their combat effectiveness, the defeated orcs will soon get up and look for other opponents. The victorious orcs will challenge the stronger until there is no opponent on the outskirts of the fortress, and then they will enter the fortress and undergo more brutal training.

However, at this time, the atmosphere in the Fireblade Fortress was tense.

The white-bearded old chieftain Darl Triple Bloodblade sat high on a bearskin chair, holding the Fireblade clan's heirloom weapon, the Flame Blade Sankesu in one hand, and asked coldly, "Sesk, my grandson, can't you wait?" ”

The old chieftain was a majestic orc youth, and unlike the other orcs, his skin was redder, his muscles were stronger, and he exuded a tyrannical aura all over his body.

"Grandfather, ever since we came to this strange world, we have been huddled in this wasteland oasis. Do you know that there is a wider world out there, a richer land? "If you can't lead the Fireblade Clan out of this wasteland, then let me come!" ”

Dahl looked around, and there were obviously many high-level people in the surrounding Fireblade Orcs who supported his grandson and were ready to do a big job.

It seems that it is no longer possible to use power to suppress, and you can only convince people with virtue.

"Didn't we try it before? The demons are nimble in the mountains and forests, and their elusive attacks make it difficult for children to resist. The fortress of humanity is as strong as a tortoiseshell, and the firepower is fierce, and with our rudimentary construction machinery, it is impossible to break it. And Dijon, oh, poorer than us! What are you going to do? ”

Seth patted his chest and said, "Do you see my strength?" I can give all my people the same power, and all resistance is futile in the face of pure power. ”

The old chief sneered, "So, what is the price of this power? ”

"Blood! Ours, enemies, you can! ”

"I'm afraid I don't know that!" The old chief said and looked at the advisor beside him, the high-ranking shaman of the Fire Blade Clan, Shuhetu Chiyan.

A flame rose in Shukhtu's hand, then slowly extinguished. The gray-haired old shaman wrestled his hands and said, "The elements tell me that this power will destroy our clan and devour our souls. Destroy this evil, O spirit of the ancestors! ”

Without waiting for Dahl's orders, the old shaman waved his hand to summon a fire elemental and pounced on Sesk.

"Boom!" The flames exploded, and the fire elemental was sent directly back to the elemental plane, leaving only a cloud of embers. A young shaman used a spell to dispel the fire elemental and came to Sesk's side and said, "These old decays are just resting on their laurels, not knowing that the world is changing. ”

Sesk affirmed, "Of course, Nirru Fireblade, my friend. They are all at this age, how can they think about the future of the clan, they just want to seize the current power. ”

"Well, according to tradition, we will re-decide the choice of the chief with a glorious duel." Nirru Fireblade suggested.

The old chieftain Darl Triple Bloodblade has ruled the Fireblade Clan for decades, and if it weren't for Nirru's reminder, many orcs would have forgotten that the Fireblade Chief must be the most powerful.

"That's right, it's up to the duel to decide who is more suitable to lead the Fireblade Clan."

"Power and glory!"

"Blood and thunder!"

Many of the Overseers of the Fireblade Clan were battle maniacs, fighting step by step, and they didn't have much reverence for the old chieftain who hadn't made a move for a long time. And the shamans knew that the clan did have such a rule, and even the old shaman Shuhetu Chiyan could not deny it.

Dahl slowly stood up and looked left and right, if he didn't fight today, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to.

"Sesk, you're too young. Looks like I have to show you what a true fireblade warrior is. The Flame Blade Sankesu emitted a scorching aura, venting the anger in Dahl's heart.

His grandson, Seysk, the challenger to the chieftaincy, held a blood-surging sword and stared at the old chieftain without giving in.

In the center of the orc fortress is a wide arena where duels can be fought without leaving the house.

"If there are two challengers, then the two must fight first, and only the winner will challenge the current chief. I think we should fight first. Out of the shadows came a green-skinned orc, pointed at Sesk, and challenged him.

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