At some point, the world had dusk, and it was a beautiful sight, a large round blood-red moon that refracted the afterglow through the colorful lens floating in the sky to the world below.

A primeval sight as far as the eye can see, splendid and splendid.

In the distance, a herd of glow-in-the-dark deer that have learned to glide are on the run, and the blades of grass swept by their hooves are dyed silver.

The roaring orcs, riding winged dogs, chased down the silver "waterfalls" and, seeing the right moment, threw their spears.

Some flying dogs are not well domesticated, ignoring their owners on their backs, leaving their prey behind and flying into the colorful sky.

The colored lenses floating in the sky are the droppings of colorful birds.

Dogs can't change their eating, so they go crazy to grab food.

Some bird poop will fall to the ground in a scuffle.

At this moment, a large, round, mobile plant rolls out of the grass, which I like to call: the colorful ball.

There are tens of thousands of straw holes on the surface of the colorful ball, which can be easily sucked into the body by rolling slowly.

Ants are the only creatures that have not evolved to change, and they prefer to carry such large crystals on their backs. Used to please the Queen.

The orc riding on the back of the flying dog reached out and grabbed a piece of colored lens that fell from the sky, fanned his lips and said awkwardly: "Treasure-stone!"

Looking at this clear fantasy world, I leaned down and picked up a gem as well. I've fixed myself and can move freely.

Orcs don't have a specific food, so I'm a prey for them, the weaker in their eyes.

I dodged the spear with ease, and the thrown rocks were shattered by my fists, and I could easily grab the low-hovering dog, and then slap the dog into a patty on the hard rock. The orcs who fell were trampled to death or kicked by me.

When I get tired of it, I will also change the way, pull a dog's leg and punch its owner on the back.

Anyway, they weren't my opponents, and more and more orcs were involved in the war.

The splashes of red spots in the colorful sky and the blood flowing on the silver earth adorn my strength.

But the group of weak people still rushed up, as if their moans of pain were an unyielding spirit.

An injured crawling orc actually grabbed my right leg, so my left foot broke its head.

"Stop. "A human voice.

Hearing the command, the orcs immediately stopped attacking, and formed a circle about six or seven meters away from me, white smoke constantly puffing out of the orc's nostrils, I guess, it was the vigorous movement that accelerated the heartbeat.

It's too much, and it's foggy.

The person who spoke was a woman, to be exact, wearing a string of bird poop around her neck, a heavy bra and skirt woven from grass leaves, and glowing bark boots.

"You come with me. The woman gestured to me. In the fog, her face flickered.

I stared at the eye-catching word "Shaoren" on her face and decided to go with her.

It turns out that she is the queen of the orc tribe, a wise woman.

She taught these stupid animals how to hunt and build shelters...... Various rules have also been developed.

The orcs learn to erect upside-down triangular pavilions out of glowing wood.

The inverted triangular buildings are arranged in an orderly manner, and crossroads appear, which are paved with black shells.

The tall fluorescent trees planted on both sides of the road illuminate everything in the road, and you will never step on a sleeping orc on the road in the future. All orcs are accustomed to hiding in their own shelters, waiting for their unearned prey. An inverted triangular building, which walks in through a narrow entrance, is a narrow ground floor space where traps are set up to capture intruding animals.

Step by step along the △ mark to the end, you will see a rope hanging down from it. Grab it and climb it to the spacious space upstairs.

The only difference was that the entrance to the queen's pavilion was flapped, and she didn't need a trap in a narrow space to catch her prey, so she used wooden planks to block possible dangers.

The orcs who returned from the hunt always gathered their prey together and had it inspected by the queen. Those who don't have a harvest will pick a lens from the sky to feed the flying dogs that are doing well, and occasionally, they will leave a few pieces for their favorite female.

The orcs began to wear ornaments and wrap their mature breasts with sturdy fur, and a few orcs would pluck the long hairs covering their breasts little by little, and then apply one or several glowing flower juices to make the red and swollen breasts more shiny.

The newly grown orcs take care of the male orcs who have been injured or disabled by hunting, as well as the old and young orcs, and make heart-wrenching moans at night. And the cry of the baby in the arms of the orc.

Some adult females also teach their teenage females how to attract the opposite sex and teach them about parenting.

The male orcs and the old man, who could not go out to hunt, taught the young orcs who were about to reach adulthood to build houses and catch prey.

The monotony of life needs to be played to pass the way, and the smaller beast children run into the shallow river to catch fist-sized meteor fish.

I stood beside the Queen and watched with her the world she had transformed.

"What you see and hear is beautiful!" she said.

Not far away, the tribe also set aside a clearing for female dogs who had no shelter to crowd there to protect the queen.

The queen knows the loyalty of dogs.

Loyalty means being ready to sacrifice at any time, and it means that you are always in danger.