Bremd and the province of Falling Hammer are bordered by a vast desert, and travelers who want to make their way to Falling Hammer must be prepared to face the threat of death at all times. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and in this desert, near Bremd is a dense forest. It is precisely because of the obstruction of this forest that there are large forests, shrubs, and grasslands to the east......

And on the edge of the forest, at the junction with the desert, there is an unknown fortress. Maybe someone knew, but no one rushed to provoke it.

"Beat him! Slap him in the face! ……”

"Idiot! Uppercut! Chin! Slap him in the jaw! ……”

A group of people with strange hairstyles formed a circle, constantly yelling inside, and the smell of male hormones was noisy in the dust.

If you look closer, you can see that all the orcs in this circle are blue-faced and fanged. That's right, it's an orc fortress. The great battle of that year scattered countless orc infantry, and later due to the delay of the empire to gather the remnants, some orcs escaped the pursuit of Somer's army and hid in the forest, where they multiplied.

The dense forest gave these green-skinned guys enough protection to save at least the poor ghosts who were brought out by the empire but abandoned by extreme irresponsibility during the three wars. At the same time, the forest has given the tribe of less than 200 people enough food to live here and grow old.

"Oh! Nasas! ......" The crowd cheered, and they began to call the names of the same people, thinking that there was a winner in this gladiatorial fight. The only one on the field who had the strength to stand.

The orc, known as Nassan, looked young, with the same cyan skin as any other orc, and of course, the same muscles as the other orcs. His brown hair was braided one after another, draped over his shoulders, and his lower lip was faintly covered with fangs that were about to protrude.

"You look absent-minded......" Nasas crouched down as he was receiving cheers from the young orcs around him, looking at the bald orc who was about the same size as him lying on the ground.

"Whew......" The young orc on the ground exhaled softly, as if to signal to the orc in front of him who had just killed him that he was still alive.

Nasas shook his head, grabbed the arm of the orc lying on the ground, and forcibly dragged him up. "You can't do it at this time, Rasserd. It's a coming-of-age ceremony in two days, and we're going to hunt saber-toothed tigers together. Who would dare to be on a team with you like you? Do you still want to have your fangs pulled out once? ”

Rite of passage, which is a custom passed down from the orc tribe. A ritual that all orcs with fangs sticking out of their lips must attend. In a team of two, they go into the forest to hunt animals, from foxes to saber-toothed tigers and burrowing bears, as long as they can hunt carnivores within a week and come back with their prey, then they are really adults. Hunters who are eligible to join the clan hunt for the clan. Of course, no orc has hunted foxes for decades, and the weakest are timberwolves, spotted leopards and the like.

Of course, young orcs who feel incapable of being adults and not capable of hunting animals on their own can also choose to have their fangs pulled out - the orc's fangs grow in a year, and even the most combat-gifted orc has undergone fifteen tooth extractions over the decades. This is what the orc ancestors learned from the beasts, and it is intended to warn these juniors not to show your fangs when you are not strong enough to make you independent.

"Nasas, you say...... What does the outside of the forest look like? Speaking of the hunting party, the orc, whom Nasas called Rased, suddenly asked.

"What? Outside? Even Nasas, the most powerful of the younger generation in the tribe, unconsciously lowered his voice when he said this word. Do you want to be flogged?! The patriarch said that no one from the tribe was forbidden to go outside the forest! ”

"The hunting party is back!" After Rassette was dragged up, he didn't know who shouted first. Then came the ringing of the bell, which was necessary to welcome the hero's return, after all, the hunting party went out early and returned late to feed more than 200 people.

"Let's go! Check it out! Rasseid, who had just been beaten and couldn't take care of himself, suddenly jumped out of Nassar's support and ran towards the mouth of the fortress.

"You ......" Nasas shouted angrily, seeing that his shouting was useless, he finally shook his head helplessly, and ran with Laced to the gate.

By the time the two of them ran to the gate, it was already full of cubs. The cub in orc language, which means pig boy in the lingua franca of the mainland, refers to children under the age of twelve.

"Get out of the way, little ones." Rassete grabbed Nassar's arm as he squeezed forward. At this time, he was alive and kicking, and he didn't see the depressed appearance before. As the best friend of this out-of-the-box guy, Nasas naturally had no choice but to let this guy pull him to the innermost part of the crowd.

"What's that?"

"It's said to be flour, rice, cheese, and jerky!"

"Wow! Where did this come from? Ten cars! That's enough food for us to survive the winter! ”

The closer you get inside, the louder the whispers around you become, and it's clear that the hunting party has brought something incredible back this time.

"That's food from the outside world!" Rassede looked at the cart full of supplies, and excitedly patted his companion on the shoulder. "Look at you! That's finely ground flour! And that! That's the cheese block from the outside! I read it from the shaman's book! Much prettier than tribal cheese! ”

"Oh......" Nasas rolled his eyes speechlessly, he couldn't understand why his little hair was so fascinated by the outside world. The shaman also said that the outside world is full of war, and every living creature that lives there is experiencing the ravages of war. What's good, how can it be cool to be carefree in the woods.

When the two of them were whispering below, the captain of the hunting team slowly stopped with more than a dozen truckloads of supplies. It wasn't that they took the initiative to stop, but that there were a dozen old orcs standing in front of the entire convoy at some point. It's said to be old, but it's actually just compared to other orcs, but in terms of combat effectiveness, you can guess their combat effectiveness just by looking at the bulging muscles.

Normally, orc fortresses are a high-level consisting of a chieftain, a few shamans, and a few elders. But this fortress is different, they have only one shaman, and a few elders, and no chiefs. It can be said that this time, the dozen or so truckloads of supplies brought back by the captain of the hunting team alarmed all the elders.