1679 204 days.

This coastal forest is a castle that has been turned into a raging fire. Thousands of years old trees and centuries-old tree houses are wailing in the flames, as well as the poor insects trapped in the tree houses and unable to escape.

The war had just begun, and the monsters with the mark of fire on their foreheads were roaring deep into the forest, culling every living creature that could be seen, and two thousand orcs had surrounded the largest indigenous colony in the coastal forest, and the smoke had blackened the skulls placed within the clan.

For hundreds of years, the Meros tribe was the master of this forest.

Karp was standing on the path to the Horde, carrying the same bow that had once hunted lions, a total of ten arrows of rare iron arrowheads, seven of which he had used, each of which had hit an orc infantryman.

Unfortunately, these orcs, shrouded in armor, are like rocks that stand tall, and if they can't accurately penetrate the orc's bare eyes, the arrows won't hit them.

Cap Legu is the patriarch of Melos's generation, a well-known warrior who once smeared three divine oils on his body to pledge allegiance to the Golden City, and had the opportunity to receive the blessing of the god-king Artusso and become a glorious divine guard, but in the end, he chose to return to his territory and continue the Meros tribe's rule over the coastal forests.

The orc soldiers stopped their attack and confronted the tribe, and an unarmored black-shirted man stepped out from the back of the orc formation, two orc infantry holding shields high in front of him, shielding and protecting his body.

"Melos."

Blackshirt looked at Karp in the distance and said in a slightly jerky Vellustrian language, "I heard you call it that." ”

"You know our language?" Karp looked at the weak Sea Clan with no expression in his eyes.

"Vylloster, we've been here for three years." "It's not just me, a lot of people now know how to communicate with the local natives," said the blackshirt. ”

"What do you want to say?" Karp looked at him, and the fire in his eyes was as strong as the surroundings.

"Remove the rocks that stand in our way, or we won't be able to move forward." The black shirt said.

"So what else is there to say?" Karp suddenly opened his bow and arrow, completely unaiming, and shot straight at the black shirt, but was quickly blocked by the solid and powerful shield.

"But you're not stones, so our commander feels like you should be given a choice."

The voice of the black shirt continued to come from behind the shield: "Look, when the Empire really turns its attention to Vloster, your attacks are as weak as young children, and your resistance is as weak as rotten wood. Actually, empires are not here to kill, and war is not what we want to see. ”

"After all, every moment of war costs one more life, so my commander hopes that you will join us and help us end this war as soon as possible, and you will be honored for it. How, think about it? ”

"You want me to help you deal with my own people?" Karp opened his bow again.

"To you, are the other tribes your own?" The black-shirted voice smiled: "But as far as I know, before we arrived, the tribal conflicts between the various clans of Veloster never stopped, and you regarded them as clansmen, they are not necessarily. ”

"Not long ago, Prince Garon had sent emissaries to every tribe of Veloster, demanding their submission, or the Empire's armies would destroy their homeland. Master of the Meros tribe, how many tribes do you think will be willing to die rather than give in? ”

"When you see our true strength, you won't say such ridiculous things again." Karp sneered, his voice unmistakable.

The blackshirt didn't speak again, but slowly stepped back, bowed his waist to the strongest orc, and said in the lingua franca, "Great Chief, he refused." ”

"Kill them all!"

The orcs swarmed up.

Fifteen minutes later, Karp fell to his knees panting in blood, his neck firmly pressed by the heavy palms no matter what, and his eyes were only a pair of iron boots covered in mud and blood.

"Great Chief, kill him? Hang his head and show it to every tribe that resists us. "The unique rugged voice of the orcs.

"No, no. I saw weakness in his eyes, and I thought he would change his mind. Garr stared at the native chieftain, turned to the others and ordered, "Let the fire burn harder!" ”

The forest was burning, emitting a blazing light day and night, and the fire lasted for half a month, turning the forest into scorched ruins until there was nothing more to combust, and in the course of the fire, countless Velluster settlements were cleared, dozens of indigenous tribes were removed from the list, and tens of thousands of people were buried in the ground forever.

Garon stared at the trail of smoke and nodded, looking at the people kneeling down the slope.

"I give you one last chance, you captives, and I will not kill you as long as you are willing to follow the banner of the Black Wing, and I will pardon you for all your rude disobedience and crimes. In the future, as long as you serve the Empire with all your heart, the Empire will protect your safety, give you slaves and food, and let you continue to be the patriarch of the tribe. ”

Blackshirt translated his words into Vellostian.

Karp was also one of the kneeling captives, and after listening to this, he looked left and right, and saw that the others were also twinkling in their eyes and looking at each other, but in the end no one said anything.

"Good." A rumbling sound came from Garon's trachea: "You are more loyal than I thought, but alas, the whole of Veloster is - killing yourself!" ”

As the dragon roared, the ground shook violently, the rumbling noise tingled his eardrums, and Cap followed the sound as the terrifying steel monsters emitting black smoke climbed up the hillside, making high-pitched sounds as they roared.

Karp watched as the earth swelled beneath their steely bodies, the rocks trampled deep into the earth, and the beasts continued in a terrible manner, threatening to crush themselves on the spot.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the well-known myth of the tribes: "When the end comes, countless creatures that have never been seen before will emerge one by one, and in Villeste will run wild, spreading killing and death, and the mountain beast will awaken from the sea and complete its revenge with iron and fire, and when it reaches the earth, the whole world will be flooded." ”

A terrifying thought pops into Cap's mind - Igon is here!

As the steel behemoth approached, the horror and panic grew, and Cap finally couldn't suppress his fear and screamed in the native language.

"I will pledge my allegiance to you!" Several voices rang out at the same time, and there were many more after this.

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【History】

Although countless sojourners had visited Veloster before this, it was not until the middle of the Tertiary Age 1,600 that the Blackwing Empire, an alien country, actually established communication with Vloster.

In 1679, in the Second War of the Two Frontiers, the "Prince of Poison Fire" Garon Nefadisius Targaryen relied on his strong military force to crush the local defenses and establish the first truly stable colonies in the coastal areas, opening a new era for Vloster and the beginning of Targaryen's long rule over Vloster.

The barbaric act of colonial plunder allowed the Blackwing Empire to amass a large amount of wealth and labor in a short period of time, laying the foundation for the Blackwing Empire to establish maritime supremacy.

- The Chronicles of Eladia