The Orcs are a special race that has a long history of history. On the savage frontier, the relationship between humans and orcs is extremely unstable, with the two races attacking each other in times of war and each other in times of peace. In this unstable balance, a special race of orcs was born.

They have the appearance of a human, but with the strength and wildness of an orc in their blood. Half-orcs who grew up in either orc tribes or human cities will not be accepted by their cousin species. The blood of the alien race has tainted the sanctity of the race, so with the exception of a few orcs who can be accepted into the tribe and city, most of the orcs will leave their homeland and go to other places to multiply.

If a half-orc is compared to a human based solely on their appearance, the only way to tell if a half-orc is a human is through the other's eyes. The eyes of the orcs, like those of the orcs, have the pupils of beasts, and orange-red eyes can be seen especially at night.

With tears on his face, L'Oréal looked at his father, Marquis Carter, with tears on his face. Now, she was the only one in the fleeing orc team who was not seriously injured, but it was the result of countless people who had given their lives.

L'Oreal cried and begged her father: "Father, leave the goods alone, let's run away!"

"No!" Marquis Carter shook off his beloved daughter's hands and roared at L'Oreal: "The goods tied up in the car are something that our orcs have spent generations of painstaking research on, and this is the key to whether our orcs can build their own glory, and we must not let the Burundian people take it away." ”

After the marquis finished this paragraph, he looked a little out of breath, his face was extremely pale, and he had obviously reached the point of running out of oil and lamp. Leaning back on the vibrating carriage, the Marquis regained his breath after a while, and continued anxiously: "Quick, L'Oreal, go and burn the goods on the carriage covered with green curtains, and then escape by yourself." Just go back to the habitat of the tribe and you'll be safe, go......"

"No, I'm not leaving, even if I die, I'm going to die with the warriors of the tribe......," L'Oréal cried out.

"Shut up, won't you listen to me?, do you want to ruin the future of the Orcs on our Vince tribe?" shouted Carter as he pushed his daughter out of the car with all his strength, his eyes red.

Under the reprimand of her majestic father, L'Oréal disobeyed her father's orders for the first time in her life, grabbed her father's arm and cried that she refused to leave her beloved father.

"Soldier!" the Marquis looked at his daughter angrily and shouted, "Pull L'Oreal out!"

Pulled by several strong orc warriors, L'Oreal struggled and cried out her father's name, and several orc warriors couldn't hold on to her arms and she broke free.

Carter looked at his daughter, who had been carefully cared for since childhood, with mixed feelings, and finally closed his eyes heavily, and said to L'Oreal who pounced on him with grief and helplessness: "L'Oreal, the inheritor of my fire blade, you must remember that we were betrayed by a traitor. If you stand a chance to survive, be sure to find out who this bastard who betrayed the tribe really is. Remember, be sure to burn the goods on that wagon before leaving. ”

"No, father............" L'Oreal looked at his graying old father and shook his head in refusal.

"Go, child, I thank you on behalf of all the orcs!" With that, Marquis Carter lowered his eyelids feebly, secretly accumulating the last of his fast-passing strength, buying his daughter as much time as possible to escape when the pursuers caught up.

"No—" L'Oreal cried, desperately trying to hold on to his father in the carriage, but was dragged away from the marquis's carriage by two warriors.

"Miss, let's go. I know the old chief is feeling the same way as you, but I hope you can also understand the chief's pains!" the head of the guard, who was responsible for keeping the chief safe, had red eyes.

L'Oréal silently walked over to the carriage covered with green curtains, and with a slight pull of his left hand, several boxes for ordinary cargo were revealed. In the mezzanine of the chests there are the research crystallization of generations of half-orcs, which are packed in the mezzanine of seven chests in sheepskin rolls.

"Miss!" a half-orc soldier handed over a torch.

If you just throw it down like this, then the crystallization of generations of orcs will be buried in your hands in vain. But if you don't burn the sheepskin rolls inside, the orcs who are about to follow behind will not hesitate to snatch these orcs from the brainchild of the half-orcs. Orcs spend generations of their lives and hope in becoming the possession of others. Once taken away by the orcs, the continent that is already in flames will be even more chaotic.

After much deliberation, L'Oréal slowly took the torch and threw it sadly on the curtain of the carriage with a trembling left hand.

Boom –

The fire borrows the momentum of the fire, and the curtain is flammable, and the flame burns all at once. Fierce tongues of fire quickly rolled up one box after another. Every chest engulfed in flames would slash L'Oréal's heart like a knife, and the pain would be unbearable. Documents containing the brainchild of the orcs all have protective magic applied before entering the crate. Now, under the heat of the flames, one by one the magic protection prohibitions were touched, and then there were explosions. Every explosion took away a bit of hope and confidence from the orcs.

As the fourth chest was gradually engulfed in flames, the tail of the team suddenly roared with a killing sound, and the wolf cavalry of the orcs caught up. The orc warriors turned around to meet them. Escaping is definitely not an option for orc warriors.

Marquis Carter didn't know when he had come to L'Oreal surrounded by a group of elite orc warriors, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up! Remember, you must return to the tribe alive and find the traitor!"

"Miss, let's go, with us, those orcs don't want to catch up with you. "The rough outside of the warriors all beat with a passionate and heroic heart.

"Kill!" shouted Carter, who had the title of Fireblade, and the orc warriors frantically responded to the chieftain's call with their weapons raised.

Seeing the warriors of the Fireblade Tribe around him rushing towards those powerful wolf knights without hesitation, L'Oreal couldn't hold back the tears that he had just withdrawn.

"Father, forgive me......" L'Oréal said softly, suddenly jumping onto the burning carriage and picking up the two boxes that had just been engulfed in flames.

With two thuds, the two boxes shattered with a slight exertion from L'Oréal, and the two stacks of sheepskin rolls wrapped in the mezzanine fell into her hands. These are the only two remaining crystallizations that condense the efforts of countless half-orcs, and L'Oreal really can't bear to let himself destroy it with his own hands. After putting away the sheepskin rolls, L'Oréal took one last look back at his father's back, and at the warriors who had gone out of his way to cover his escape, and L'Oréal leaped to his feet as hard as he could after a string of tears fell, and swept as far as he could on the mountain road ahead.

The speed of the wolf ride is not slow, and the endurance and sense of smell are extremely strong, if you want to avoid the pursuit of this kind of troops, the only feasible way is to choose the waterway, but obviously there are no lakes and rivers nearby, so you can only choose some dense jungle places to escape. It may not be possible to evade the swift wolfriders, but it is still possible to leave most of the wolfriders behind.

"Carter, we're meeting again!"

"It's you!

"Isn't it surprising that if you are willing to hand over those things, I will not only spare your people, but also let you have the wealth of knowing each other!"

"Shut up, you despicable little bite! want me ............"

Behind L'Oréal, there was a heated conversation between his father and the other party. Storm, a powerful warrior among the orcs that has been admired by countless orc warriors, is on par with his father. It's just that how could his father, who was seriously injured, be the opponent of Storm? L'Oreal didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"My lord, there's someone running ahead. "A few wolf cavalry scattered to roam suddenly found L'Oreal fleeing into the Thorn Forest.

"Hehe, it looks like the goods are on that person. Quick, stop her!" Storm shouted as he rode on a tall, black wolfbeast.

"Ahhhhh

"Warriors of the tribe, stop them, and never let them catch up with L'Oreal. Fireblade Carter shouted after slashing down a few wolf cavalry.

Two forces of close blood frantically entangled and fought together, each warrior desperately cutting down the enemy in front of him before he fell.

The warning of the wolf cavalry, the chanting of the storm, and then the call of his father, L'Oreal was distraught and ran towards the front desperately. L'Oreal couldn't tell whether the direction of her escape was east or west, she only knew that there were dozens of wolf cavalry behind her in hot pursuit, and she only knew that there was a dense and rugged place in front of her, so she ran wherever she went, and she didn't care about the rest.

I don't know how long I have been running, but even the orc L'Oréal, whose physical strength far exceeds that of humans, gradually feels that his legs are as heavy as being filled with lead, and only by breathing in the humid air in the dense forest can he keep his hypoxic head awake. The pursuers behind him seemed to be thrown away, and as they continued to penetrate into the dense forest, the shouts of the wolf cavalry and the heavy gasps of the wolf beasts gradually became blurred.

Suddenly, it seemed that his feet were stuck in some kind of tree root, and he could no longer maintain his balance, and he stumbled forward a few times and plunged into the damp earth. The rapid movement of breathing kept squeezing her chest, and the air in her lungs was moving in and out quickly. L'Oréal struggled to hold on to the small tree beside her and stood up, and now she was holding on to it by she's completely volition.

That will to survive, for the lives of more than 3,000 tribal warriors, for the hope that countless orcs have been waiting for, she must hold on............