A barren wasteland, deep in a distant mountain range, in a valley surrounded by clouds and mist all year round.

In a small city that can accommodate 3,000 people.

"Patriarch Rabiot, Prince Anakin has no information until now......"

Marcy Hammer stood behind the Dwarven King, his expression dejected.

Rabio Brute, the king of the dwarven tribe, stared out of the window of his squantient thatched hut at the dwarves moving ore in the streets, with a serious expression.

This is a city built by the hands of the dwarves.

The dense fog in the sky of five or six hundred blades covered the valley below for a long time, and even if the orc's bipedal wyvern flew into the dense fog, as long as it did not descend to a certain distance, it would not be possible to detect that there was a group of dwarves living in this huge valley with a length of ten kilometers and a width of ten kilometers.

But now, this city that can hide from foreign enemies no longer belongs to the dwarves.

Rabiot's eyebrows were lowered, and his hands were on the window, the green muscles on the back of his hands exposed.

The most conspicuous thing on the street outside the window is not the dwarf, but the tall orcs with hideous faces.

Now, the orcs are the masters of the dwarven valley, and these irascible creatures will whip each other with a long whip when they spot a slow-moving dwarf.

Slave, this is a title that Rabiot feels extremely ashamed of.

But now the dwarves are slaves of the orcs!!

Thinking of this, Rabiot, who was wearing a black feather coat, flashed a little irrepressible anger in his eyes.

They are the great Brute Hammer tribe, with the blood of noble dwarven royalty, but now, a group of filthy lowly orcs has enslaved them.

This is a shame engraved in the blood!

The orcs will bear the wrath of the dwarves!!

"Anakin has Master Valen here, I'm sure nothing will happen to them, and the other team has contacted the dwarves of the Southern Bronze Hammer Tribe?" Rabiot turned his head and looked at Marcy with burning eyes.

"No one can easily trample on the dignity of a dwarf! I'm going to give these orcs a taste of the wrath of the dwarves! ”

Looking at Rabiot's dazzling eyes, Marcy suddenly fell silent.

"King, the Bronze Hammer Tribe has been relocated two hundred years ago, and we still need time to find ....."

Hearing this answer, Rabio couldn't help but show a disappointed look, the Copperhammer Tribe was the closest dwarven tribe to them, numbering as many as 50,000 people.

Dwarves are a fighting race with full names, and each dwarf is a powerful heavy infantry with great strength.

Moreover, the Copperhammer Tribe also has 3,000 Bighorn Goat cavalry and 500 dwarven chariots, and they are strong enough to wage a major war.

If the Copperhammer Tribe knew what happened to the Brute Hammer Tribe, Rabiot was confident that they would send a powerful army to declare to the world that the dwarves would not be violated.

After being destroyed by the Abyss Demons hundreds of thousands of years ago, it wasn't until 100,000 years ago that the Dwarven kingdom was re-established in the Brute Stone Mountains adjacent to the Stormy Sea.

Scattered for hundreds of thousands of years, the main plane of glory has been full of dwarven footprints, and there are countless dwarves like the Brute Hammer Tribe.

The dwarven kingdom of the Barbarian Stone Mountains was too far away from them, and even if they sailed by boat, it would take nearly half a year to reach it, and there was no way to call for help.

So Rabiot could only set his sights on the Copperhammer tribe next to them.

"The Hammer tribe moved so suddenly that we didn't even find out they had moved a year after they left when we went to their station."

Marcy explained, "But we didn't pay attention to it at the time, and we gave up after searching for a while and not finding it.

I want to look for them now......" Before he finished speaking, he smiled wryly and shook his head.

One of the stinking flaws of the dwarven tribes is that although they are extremely united in the face of foreign enemies, each tribe with the surname looks down on each other.

Compared to pulling each other, they like to stay underground to mine and forge weapons.

That's why they didn't find out until a year after the other party moved out of the station.

"Don't give up looking, the Copperhammer Tribe is the only reinforcement at the moment, the other Dwarven tribes are too far away", Rabiot shook his head, his eyes flashing a little pensive.

"In the meantime, if Anakin and Master Varen can't be reached, send the other dwarves to find allies.

The search for the dwarven horde cannot be relaxed, and at the same time, it is not allowed to give up on contacting allies.

We need the support of external forces. ”

"Yes, my king," Marcy smacked his chest with his hand.

At this moment, a 2.2-blade-tall figure walked in from outside the house.

The huge lion head illustrates the identity of the person who came, the king of the orc tribe - the lion tribe.

The lion's golden hair is as powerful as that of a male lion, and he wears a half-length armor covered with dark patterns, which at first glance knows that it is made by dwarves.

The two dark blue eyes were filled with oppression, and the hands were not human hands, but the claws of wild beasts.

"King of the Dwarves, next month we need you to forge 5,000 armor sets and 5,000 weapons......."

The Glory of the Orc King is very majestic, and the tone is unmistakable.

Marcy looked at the orc king in front of him with anger on his face, and roared angrily, "Greedy orcs!! No way!!

The dwarven tribe doesn't have such a strong forging ability, and the 3,000 sets of armor forged this month have been forged by the dwarven tribe with all the ore in stock!

2000 sets, up to 2000 sets!! And the weapon can only provide 1000 handles! ”

Karp Lion shook his head sarcastically.

"Dwarf, this is not a consultation with you, this is an order!"

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the dwarf king Rabio, who was wearing a black feather coat and was still extraordinary even if he was reduced to a slave.

"King of the Dwarves, I hope you can recognize the facts, the Dwarves are now my slaves, if you seem to be treated better, try to cooperate."

After saying that, he glanced at Rabiot meaningfully.

"Don't think about playing tricks under the noses of the orcs, Dwarf King, you are a smart man, and I am sure you will choose the right path."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave the dark and dilapidated thatched house.

Only two extremely ugly dwarves remained in the house.

Marcy fell silent in vain when he saw this.

The dwarves now have no room for resistance.

Rabiot jerked off his black feather coat and threw it on the ground, and dozens of forbidden demon chains were densely bound on the linen clothes inside.

A little coldness flashed in Rabiot's eyes, whose lips were a little pale, but the dwarven king didn't say anything.

The weak will cry and complain helplessly, and the dwarves will pay for the shame with blood.

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After the orc king Karp, who turned to leave, walked out of the house, a figure as tall as Karp walked out of another house, with a cruel and cold temperament, and at the same time a bit of slaughter.

The body is covered in mottled gray animal skin, and the scarred muscles of the body are faintly visible as he walks, and a huge tail swings behind his back.

Wild and primitive.

The head of the vicious wolf on his head made people feel terrifying, the narrow green eyes were full of murderous intent, and the sharp fangs in the mouth were hideous.

This is the nobility of the orcs, a powerful and powerful fighting race - the werewolf race.

"King, why don't you kill this dwarf king?? His presence has created a huge hidden danger for us. ”

Craig Hunter's eyes were full of puzzlement, the dwarf king is the backbone of all dwarves, and if the dwarf king does not die, it is impossible for these dwarves to submit to the great orcs.

"No, Craig, the Dwarven King can't die, whoever dies can't die!" Karp turned his head, a deep look flashing in his eyes.

"The dwarves are so obedient because their king is commanding them.

Dwarves are not humans, they are never afraid of death, and they don't want to deal with dwarves in the same way they do with humans.

If something happens to the Dwarven King, I swear to the great god of hunting that the dwarves will resist against all odds!

The end result can only be that we suffer great losses and the dwarves are destroyed. ”

As the king of the orc tribe, Karp sees it clearly.

The stubborn nature of the dwarves is of no avail of oppressive means against them, and they can only control their king and let the dwarven king give orders.

Death? These guys who want to bury themselves in the earth while they are still alive and have stones in their heads don't care.

Craig nodded, and did not refute further, in terms of intelligence, Karp, the master of the lion tribe, never let him down.

"Craig, forge your weapons and armor as soon as possible, we need to go out and loot more food in the winter months."

Karp's tone was solemn, and his expression was very solemn.

"Our food is no longer enough to sustain us through this winter."

With a bit of anger in his eyes, Craig roared, "Those damn human merchants have raised the price of food again!"

We can now trade a full cowhide for a bag of wheat!!

These greedy, filthy human merchants, one day I will personally cut off their heads with a knife!! ”

Karp's expression was a little ugly when he heard this, the barren wasteland was too poor, the food produced was extremely limited, and a large number of orcs would starve to death every year in the cold winter.

Coupled with the fact that humans have always banned the sale of food to orcs, this situation is exacerbated.

So in order to feed more people, the lion tribe has been secretly buying food from human smugglers.

But those greedy human merchants had reached the point of madness, and even exchanged a full beast fur for a bag of wheat worth a few silver pukes.

He knew that in the human world, a piece of demonic beast fur could be exchanged for at least dozens of bags of wheat.

But the border will be blocked by humans after the winter moon, and they will not be able to break through the human army blockade without the army sent by the orc king, even if they can be called a big tribe.

Therefore, if he wants to get more food, he can only exchange the monster skins or other materials hunted by the lion tribe from the hands of those human merchants who are not afraid of death.

These things are useless in their hands, it is better to exchange them for some food.

"We've counted the secret warehouse that the dwarven tribe used to store food we discovered yesterday, how much food is stored in it??"

Suddenly remembering something, Karp asked with a little anticipation.

"King, the food of the dwarven tribe is only enough for three thousand people in a month", Marcy shook his head, completely interrupting Karp's fantasy.

There are fifteen thousand people in the lion tribe, and this little food is what they consume for a few days.

Orcs, like dwarves, are all soldiers, so they can easily pull out an army of tens of thousands.

"How much food do we have in store now??"

"After plundering the dwarves, it is enough for the people to eat for two months"

Two months??

Karp took a deep breath and felt a large stone weigh on his heart.

It's August, and it's time to store food, but this year, for some reason, there are so many fewer animals in the barren wasteland, and their hunting teams are often in vain.

With no meat to hunt and no fur to trade with human traders, they used to be able to store food for three or even four months at this time of year, but this year they have a good harvest.

Now they can store food for two months, and that's after they plundered the dwarves and got a lot of food supplements.

This year's food scarcity has left him feeling a huge crisis.

The winter moon was just around the corner, and he didn't want to see his people buried for lack of food.

"Hunt harder, send more people, we need food ......" the orc king said in a low tone.

As a level 18 warrior, Karp was unable to meet the most basic food needs of his people, and his heart was very painful.

"I don't want to see old men and wounded warriors go into the wilderness alone again this winter......"

In the cold winter moon, what other reason can there be for walking alone into the wasteland in the ice and snow besides looking for death??

Craig's huge wolf head turned slightly to look at the clouds above the valley, his eyes a little dim.

No one wants their people to die for lack of food, but that's the rule of living in the barren wasteland.

Food is always small, and if you want to survive, you can only fight hard, and if you can't get it, then you can only leave the last food for the strongest warriors of the tribe.

Because they are the guarantee of the continuation of the entire tribe.

Cruel and helpless.

But this is the survival of the race, and there is no justification for it.

This is also the reason why the orcs will plunder humans every winter moon, this is to fight for the right to survive, it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, good or evil, just to survive, that's all.

"Also, try to contact as many human merchants as you can buy food, and if you have to, you can sell some weapons forged by the dwarves in exchange for food ....."

Karp's tone was heavy, the orc tribe lacked not only food, but everything, weapons, armor, salt, iron, etc.

Orcs who don't know how to farm, and who don't know how to develop industry, have always lived a primitive and ancient life.

Craig opened his mouth to say something, but the pain in Karp's eyes closed.

The weapons forged by the dwarves are also very important to the current tribe of lions, as only a third of the tribe's army now wears armor and holds iron weapons.

Most of the rest were dressed in rudimentary leather armor sewn from rhinoceros skin, and the weapons in their hands were made of wooden clubs and the leg bones of demonic beasts.

Primitive and backward.

In the barren wilderness, force is the only criterion for survival.

But the lack of food is like a demon in the shadows, ready to devour them at any moment.

Every decision is incredibly difficult.

"Yes, King"

"Go down, take care of the dwarven king, as long as this dwarf doesn't have problems, the dwarf tribe won't be chaotic"

"As you wish"

Karp clenched his fists in both hands, his sharp sharp grip shimmering with coldness, and scratched the scars in the palms of his hands.

Blood splattered.

The powerful aura of this lion king made the orcs and dwarves passing around him panic.

His deep gaze looked at the top of the smoky valley, and in his eyes was the responsibility of being the king of the tribe and for the continuation of the tribe.

"No one can stop the lion tribe from surviving, no!!"