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They had just eaten a whole horned deer today, a luxury in this small tribe of only a few dozen orcs, but this horned deer had been dug out of its intestines by a lone goblin and had no hope of survival, so its liver and heart went to the priest, and the fattest meat belonged to the head of the tribe and his children, and then the rest was divided among the other orcs in the tribe, because the family of the orc boy had a relationship with a strong, still breeding female, and perhaps a male who was about to reach adulthood, and they were given two deer legs below the knee, compared to those who could only get the skeleton and head, they are already very lucky, but the orc boy is not grateful for this to decide how to distribute the leader first, this horned deer was originally his, but the slave was careless and let it jump out of the fence second, the leader of the tribe did not allow the males of the tribe to look for Gersh, because he knew that if Gersh found them, maybe the other orcs could be lucky enough to become Gersh's warriors and get more and better booty than the horned deer and argali, but he could only helplessly welcome death, every tribe is like this, Gersh does not want a second voice, not only the leaderEven some of the priests have had strange accidents, if you have to, an accident. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the orc boy thought that one of his companions had brought him candy, and that he knew what sugar was, something a hundred times sweeter than a spring stalk, and that he had only gotten a piece the size of a thumbnail, but that wonderful taste that could haunt people's dreams had not been forgotten until now, and that he had heard that humans would put it in jars the size of horned deer's heads, and that they would eat it whenever they wanted, and that they would add it to bread, brush it on roasted meat, or mix it in wine, and he could not imagine what that life would be likeEven the kingdom of God may not be able to compare with Kawu, and as long as they conquer the human city, they can plunder everything they want.

The orc boy's wide mouth, which almost split his entire face in half, grinned ugly, he would still go, at a certain time when it was so dark that even the eyes of the winter wolf could not see a hundred feet away, otherwise it would be too late, and he even felt a little lucky, because this battle was a lot of time ahead, and if his horned deer galloped fast enough, he would still be able to find Gersh's army.

"Wow!"

In the darkness, the orc boy's eyes widened at once, his eyes shimmered ominously green like many nocturnal animals, and his ears, already catching the source of the sound without any error, he dropped his bones, and ran quickly towards the place where the grass strided, his steps were as soft as a big cat, and in a short time he saw the animal that made the sound, it was a fat gopher, and the reason why it screamed so stupidly was because it was being forced to face a snake that had not yet hibernated, just as a gopher had to fill its nest with grass seeds before the snow covered the earth, and the snake had to store enough energy before hibernation, though, The average snake will complete this important thing in the summer, but if the food falls from the sky, then the snake will not refuse the gopher screams because the snake bites its hind legs, this snake is not very poisonous, the gopher can also run crookedly, and the snake follows.

The orc boy would not refuse an extra snack, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the snake's tail, and with a strong flick in the air, the snake's spine was broken, it was still alive, but it was no longer a threat, and then the orc did not find the dying gopher with such difficulty, he was not going to take them back to the tent, so that his mother would be divided in half, he sat down on the spot, twisted the snake's head, and stuffed the snake's body into his mouth to suck At the same time, he heard a slight sound of the wind, and the wind on the whistling plain never stopped, which is also the origin of its name, but such a wind was not brought by the messenger of the beast god Kawuxu, he jumped up from the ground, This is an action that a human simply cannot do, but it is useless, the human who covered his head and shoulders with a soft but tough deerskin is very familiar with the orcs, and they rush up silently, and a tall human female bears the brunt of the jump, she wears the ring of the orcs on her fingers, and the kneaded pure gold can both fit her finger joints, which are thick but still incomparable to the orcs, and can protrude with deadly sharp angles, and she just clenches her fist and hits the orc's neck one by one, perhaps sensing the threat of death, the orc boy's struggle becomes crazy, three adult males, and a body perhaps heavier than a man's, could barely suppress his resistance, and as the orc boy raised his head from under the deerskin to scream, a thick horned deer bone slammed into his throat, cutting his mouth and esophagus with a sharp cut.

The ugly chicken did not pause in the slightest, except for the sound of the wind, one could only hear her rapid and suppressed breathing, her fist rammed into the neck of the orc boy, through the mess of fur and thick skin, the orc boy's saliva and blood flowed down the horned deer bones, his resistance became weak, but the humans still held on to him cautiously, until the horned deer bone pierced the skin of the ugly chicken's fingers.

A man gestured to the ugly chicken, the ugly chicken shook his head and pointed to the tent, they came out to collect the bones of the horned deer when they saw the orc boy, and they also knew that although the orc mother would not be like a human mother who could not see her cubs for a moment, they would need them to work, so they did not have much time for the ugly chicken to stand up, looked at the tent, and then looked at the corpse of the orc boy, and showed an ugly smile.

As a mother, the female orc certainly doesn't care where her cubs go, the orcs reproduce not out of love, but out of instinct and greed, every little orc who can't leave the tent is a slave, and until they fail to defeat their father and mother, they have no say in anything, just like the ugly chicken and the other surviving human slaves know, they are only slightly higher in status than humans, and the owners of the tents, whether male or female, will not allow them to have their own things, from food to freedom, only for a moment after humans hide in the thatch again, and they saw a female orc more than half the height of the orc boy come out of the tent.

The female orc looked left and right with a puzzled face, it didn't take that long to dig a sand hole, she wondered if this kid had taken the opportunity to run away to avoid the work of knocking pyroxene into pieces, pyroxene was a mineral of the Wuthering Plains, but people like them were not qualified to use pyroxene indefinitely to break into pieces, and pyroxene could be used for a while longer.

But something happened that made her even more angry, she actually smelled the smell of fresh blood! It was impossible to keep meat on the bones of the horned deer, in fact, they also broke the bones of the horned deer, and sucked the bone marrow inside to eat, so she was sure that her son must have caught other prey, and then decided to eat them outside in order to eat them for himself, her cheeks trembled in horror, and her mouth let out a flickering low roar, and she decided, she was going to catch the abominable "dung" Snatching his food, and then stripping off the back of his head with a piece of skin as long and wide as a palm, is a punishment that is painful enough to make the orc cubs remember the lesson, and not give them a chance to hide from their labor.

It may be hard to imagine that a creature so bloated and tall could run as light as a newborn horned deer, her steps were larger than her son's, but more hidden, and she changed to a four-limbed running style halfway through, which made her disappear into the dense thatch, and if it weren't for the fact that the humans had not looked away from her, they would not have known where she had been, and the mother had not found her son, only a little discarded food, perhaps because she had fled too hastily, it turned out to be a gopher with internal organs, and the female orc picked it up and sniffed itThe gopher had some of its fur removed, but it did look very fat, and after a moment's hesitation, the female orc, who had eaten more horned venison than her son, placed the gopher between her teeth, and the sound of her chewing was so loud that the gopher blood and entrails and feces flowed from her upturned mouth.

After the ugly chicken counted fifty times, the female orc suddenly fell on her back without warning, the thick thatch silenced the sound, and the male next to the ugly chicken looked at the other tents, and the two orcs who disappeared did not attract more attention.

"You should be honored," said the ugly chicken, in a light voice that even he might not be able to hear, "this is the elven potion." With that, she grabbed the female orc's tousled hair and hanged her alive with them.

These humans, slaves of the orcs, Tools and food, overnight, devoured the small tribe bit by bit, the only mistake was with the priest, this is a normal thing, they are the case nine times out of ten, after all, even if the followers of the orc Kawu luxury are not favored, they still enjoy some special power and power that ordinary orcs can't grasp, for this priest, they lost two people, and a few people were injured, maybe they will have to die in the end, after all, the teeth and claws of the orcs, and the curse of the priest are poisonous, if the ugly chicken still has Xuemi, they may still be saved, but all the precious honey has been consumed in the previous campaign.

Ugly Chicken was also injured, but perhaps because her resurrection was a gift from Angelis, the god of life, and her healing power was stronger than anyone else's, but the pain of losing her companions was something she could never get used to.

She sat in the dumped tent and looked around, her companions were cutting horned venison meat, which was simply burned on a pyroxene slab and put it in their mouths, and they did not dare to raise a bonfire so as not to attract the attention of the orcs, but their intestines were adapted to hay, dung and bone residue, and it was certainly not a big problem to digest such tender meat. Yes, everyone here was once a slave of the orcs, they thought that they were humbled to live and die humblely, it was the ugly chicken that gave them a new choice, but in the end they all had to admit that the ugly chicken was a fearless creature that was almost a little unbelievable, and when she was still alone, she dared to burn the tents of the orcs, disturb their horned deer, assassinate their leader, and snatch her own people from under their minions.

At first there was one, two, then ten, dozens, at most there were hundreds, of course, not all of them dared to fight against the orcs, even if they were only some weakened tribes, the priests might not have heard the voice of Kawuxu for generations, and the only ones used to threaten the enemy were potions and poisonous insects, but they were also orcs, an orc who could fight against two or three heavily armed knights. Some are gone, they are going to Thundercastle, looking for an opportunity to return to Norman, perhaps they have no relatives, no land, no house, but what could be more terrible than Wuthering Plains? The people who stayed behind were once soldiers, hunters or mercenaries, who fell here for various reasons, and then gathered around the ugly chickens, just as the orcs once brought them, and they also brought the orcs the pain and death like maggots on the tarsal bones.

The gifts of the ugly chickens from the elves gradually disappeared into one battle after another, chasing and being chased, they had no supplies, no reinforcements, their end was written in the books of the god of death, Kranvo, and they could see it themselves, but because of this, they were able to calmly usher in the shadows that people feared most.

"I have an urgent and important task for you. The young red dragon said to the black-haired dragonborn, "It's a scroll. ”

The lich bowed slightly, indicating that he was listening.

"Bring it to the master of the tower," said the red dragon, "and this is the reward and token I have agreed with him, and I think he will be pleased with it, and his attitude will be directly related to the future of our war."