The wheel of history rolls forward, and all living beings are destined to be the dust of history.

Those heroes who have left their names in history are the bright stars dotted in the long river of history.

It's just that no one can say clearly, is it the heroes who changed history, or whether history created heroes?

In the year 789 of the Terran Bright Calendar, early summer.

The Orlando Mountains at sunset are shrouded in a hazy layer of blood.

The remnant sun is like blood, the mountains are undulating, the ancient trees are firm, and from time to time there is a beast roar that breaks through the towering mountains and penetrates the sky.

The Orlando Mountains, which stretch for nearly a thousand kilometers, separate the human kingdom of Isaac from the orc wasteland.

On the side of the Orlando Mountains near the Terrans, a fierce battle is taking place in a valley covered by dense forests.

The fighting side was an orc dressed in improvised leather armor covered in pale golden fluff. With long blond hair and a wide nose, the iconic face shape is none other than the lionmen among the orcs.

Judging by the size, this is only a lion cub, and even so, the young body is full of explosive power, launching ferocious pounces on his opponent again and again.

On the other side of the fight was a skinny human boy, who was only about ten years old, and his body was a little smaller than the leon boy.

The human boy was barefoot, covered in mud in rough leather armor that didn't fit at all, and his face was obscured by his long, unkempt black hair.

The fight between the two teenagers is by no means exciting, but it is fierce enough.

The lion man's fists swung with a layer of pale golden light, only one step away, as long as the light was completely finalized, he officially entered the ranks of martial artists and became a first-class orc warrior.

Even though he hadn't officially become an orc warrior, his fist swing brought a slight popping sound, hitting the ground with a small crater half a foot deep. His attacks are coherent and smooth, and his punches and kicks are also clear, just like a set of orc martial arts.

The human boy who fought against him was unusually embarrassed, most of the time he was blindly dodging, and the occasional counterattack was also an indiscriminate hit. Fortunately, his movements are extremely flexible, jumping, rolling and even drilling his crotch, although he is embarrassed, he can always dodge the heavy blows of the lion man boy at critical moments. Occasionally, there are attacks that I can't dodge, and I use my arms, back, and other strongest parts of my body to carry it hard. Even if he is knocked down, he can get up quickly at the first time, and he will never let the heavy blows of the lion boy hit him continuously.

Although the Lionman Boy's attack was fierce, he was unable to completely knock out his skinny opponent, and the fight continued.

There were also a dozen young orcs around the two, a werewolf with a green face and fangs, a minotaur with short horns, and a stout bear, all of whom stood on the side of the lion boy without exception, shouting and cheering for him loudly.

There are simple animal skin tents set up around it, and a thick wooden fence is erected around it, and the orc guards look at this side from time to time, which is clearly an orc camp.

However, this orc camp is a little too close to the borders of humanity.

After a long time of attacking, the shouts of the other orcs aroused the ferocity of the lion boy even more, and he let out a low roar and crashed into the human boy fit.

Faced with this violent impact, the human boy voluntarily fell on his back before the two sides collided, and then quickly rolled and dodged.

The lion-man boy charged his strength and hit the air, and couldn't help but roar, "Arthur, you bastard, you kind of fight me head-on!"

"Okay, I won't hide next time. The human boy named Arthur had quickly rolled over from the ground and stood up, but surprisingly agreed.

"I'm going to break your ribs!" a pale golden light flickered on the lion-man's fist, and he leapt from the ground and volleyed at Arthur.

Just as the lionman boy's fist was about to hit Arthur's head, Arthur suddenly raised his head, and the black hair that had been blocking his face parted, revealing a pair of bright eyes and a sly smile on the corners of his mouth. A handful of dirt mixed with gravel was thrown into the lionman's face.

The lion-man boy subconsciously closed his eyes and used his hands to cover his face.

Arthur took the opportunity to pounce forward, and with all his strength down, he slammed his head into the soft abdomen of the lion-man boy, knocking him headlong to the ground.

Without giving the lionman any chance, Arthur rode onto the lionman and slammed his fist into his face.

The orc boys around were in an uproar, shouting and insulting Arthur for being despicable, but none of them stepped forward to help. In the orc tradition, no one is allowed to help in a solitary decisive battle, otherwise it is a coward, a softie.

The lion-man boy who fell to the ground let out a loud roar, and the pale golden light on his body flashed, and Arthur was lifted out of the air.

The lion-man boy who stood up from the ground was unusually embarrassed, the leather armor on his body was crooked, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, "You despicable human, I'm going to tear you apart!"

The lion man's eyes began to turn blood-red, the hair on his body grew rapidly, his sharp nails poked out, and his momentum rose steadily, and he was about to enter a state of madness.

"Leon, stop!" a scream suddenly sounded.

With this shout, the young lionman's rising momentum suddenly withered, and his eyes returned to their original color.

A lioness, dressed in a splendid robe, slowly stepped out of the tent in the camp.

Leo women don't have the signature long hair and lush body hair of male orcs, and their faces are softer. This lionesss who walked out of the camp can be regarded as a young woman at the level of a beautiful woman even with the aesthetics of the human race, and she naturally brings out a noble temperament when she walks.

The lioness-man was also closely followed by two orc guards, one was a tall and strong minotaur, and the other was a graceful female leopard man. They are all true orc warriors with a powerful aura on them.

The orc boys who were watching bowed respectfully to the lioness.

"Mother, he's cheating!" the lion-man boy Leon pursed his lips, stepped forward and grabbed the lioness's arm and shook it, just like all wronged children in front of their mothers, completely devoid of the ferocity in the fight just now.

"The hosts. Arthur, a human boy, bowed his head.

The lionesss straightened her face and shook off Leon's arm, "Leon, you remember, there is no meanness and light on the battlefield, and there is only one ultimate goal, that is, to kill your opponent, and the winner is king!"

"But Mother, true orc heroes must defeat their opponents head-on. Leon was still a little unconvinced.

"Leon, you must understand now that in order to become a hero, you must first do whatever it takes to keep yourself alive, and don't be as stupid as your father!"

Leon was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, "I understand, mother." ”

The lioness-woman walked up to Arthur, and in the face of her son's stern lioness, the lioness-man showed a smile to Arthur, and rubbed his head caressingly, "Arthur, you have done a good job, and from tomorrow Shara will officially teach you orc martial arts." Now, let's go eat. ”

"Thank you, host. Arthur raised his head, a big smile on his face, saluted the lioness and the leopard female guard behind her, Shara, respectively, and ran towards the camp amid the angry gazes of the many orc boys.

"Go, go too, only when you are full can you grow into a real orc warrior, and you will all learn from Hesse from tomorrow. ”

"Yes, ma'am. The minotaur guard bowed slightly to the lioness.

The orc boys cheered, and then all of them, led by Leon, ran towards the camp with joy, and the small defeat was instantly forgotten.

The Lioness-Man looked away from the orc boys and turned to the distant forests and rolling mountains, but with deep worry on her face.