All orc tribes are ruled by the Nightmare King, collectively known as the Yi.

To facilitate his rule, the Nightmare King canonized his people as nobles, and captured prisoners of war as slaves. So there were nobles and slaves in the world.

In such a cold season, the slaves could no longer rely on their fur for warmth. They are used as decorations to attract the opposite sex and intimidate powerful enemies. The slaves wore thick glowing straw to protect themselves from the cold, boots made of bark, and as for food, they had to risk killing mammoths, cutting down ten-meter-long trees and sharpening their ends, so as to deal with the thick-skinned mammoths. It is often the pregnant female elephant that dies.

But the mighty mammoth herd will not let its companions die in vain. The mammoth herd trampled to death and injured too many slaves, and the slaves suffered heavy casualties as a result.

The slaves gave their meat and furs to the nobles, leaving only elephant blood mixed with warm water to drink to keep out the cold and survive the difficult days. When there is no elephant blood, the bones in the pot are already crispy, and they drink the soup while grinding the bones with their fangs.

If they can't even gnaw on the bones, they just chew on an ice grass like a zebra, which has a cold, bitter crunch taste. The hungry slaves made an appointment to fish together.

As soon as the fluorescent fish crosses Anlan's glacier, the river freezes again. So when the partner in the ice was about to fill the fish in his mouth, it was already a statue. The clever slaves retrieved the bodies of their companions, cut them into pieces of flesh, and put them in pots. The stronger slaves killed the older slaves to fill their bellies.

In this season of hunger and cold, Wang Ziyi gave us a lot of meat. And my master, Madara, who has a new bedding but still needs me to warm her. I hope Yi can forgive us for saying goodbye.

A snowstorm swept across the sky. A lot of big, round balls of colorful balls tumbled down the slopes. In the cold season, the droppings of the colorful birds are becoming less and less. The lack of food forced Rainbow to commit suicide. Forced to roll down the snow-covered slope and hit the hard rocks at the foot of the mountain.

In this world, nothing lasts forever, and nothing is impossible. The Nightmare King high above did not see that his slaves were secretly plotting a riot. The Nightmare King didn't know that it was in the distant past, when the dog's ancestors wanted to have a different way of living, so they grew wings. If slaves want to be treated equally, they should rebel.

Now the slaves are like wolves, and in the dark of night, they break through the door that separates the two worlds, and break into the inverted triangular pavilion of the nobles. There were no traps or ropes in the pavilion, and the staircase made of wood carried the fat body of the noble.

The slaves burst in, their hungry eyes unable to distinguish between the nobleman's and the bloody flesh, and they tore the nobleman's throat with their sharp fangs and smeared blood on their chapped lips.

The resistance of the slaves was unstoppable to the pampered nobles and elders. They are to elect their own leaders, to be elders themselves, to live a life of food and clothing.

The Nightmare King decides to lead a team of nobles to fight back. He said to the nobles who were surrounded on the right and left, "Let the blood of these slaves stain this snowy land red, and tell them that I am the master of this world." ”

A snowy night. The moonlight shone on the sharp blade, and the blade split the swept wind and snow, and whined.

The war took place on a moonlit night. A few faint silhouettes can be discerned in the scattered overlapping shadows.

Scarlet snowflakes flutter across the endless snowfield, and winged nightmare beasts roam the sky, letting the fine snow wet their fur. They hissed, rushed through the air, leaped between the clouds, threw off beads of sweat mixed with urine, and condensed into ice and snow in colder parts of the air.

The winged nobleman staggered with his spear, stabbing through one body and coming out of another.

Sculptures of brutal corpses stand in the wind and snow. The blood spreads and coagulates in the wind.

The slaves were more like they were catching prey, and the corpses of the fallen nobles would be surrounded by three or four slaves, and the slaves would disemboweled the nobles with their sharp claws, and then, their teeth tore off the flesh. Drink blood through your mouth. Unarmed, biting and tearing hearts and lungs.

Unable to bear to witness his companion die, a wounded nobleman rushed forward, and with a swing of his spear, the head of a slave fell to the ground. The nobleman continued to wield his weapon, and the slaves who poured up were all drawn red lines on the body by the nobleman's spear, so that in the wind and snow, the smell of snow dyed scarlet became stronger and stronger. The strong smell whetted the appetite of the slaves. In the end, the aristocracy was overthrown by this group of hungry wolf-like slaves. Claws, lots of claws, pierced into the flesh and tore apart. Sharp teeth tore flesh and teared flesh apart.

The nobles screamed, in this world, there are too many slaves, and when all the slaves begin to resist, cowardly barbarism will kill the fat nobles to a cowardly situation. Eventually, the strong slave leader lifted the Nightmare King high and threw him into the snow. The spears scattered on the snow sharply slice open the Nightmare King's belly.

It is always the degenerate who are enslaved.

The news of the Nightmare King's death has returned from the distant battlefields, and the Nightmare King's son Yi has succeeded to the throne, and the war will continue.