Humanity will never compromise, and will never —— Smith, a third-level warrior and a sage of the Northlands.

When Smith learned all the words, he decided to write down what he saw and heard, as well as his thoughts, and the book was born.

Richie, who had read the whole book, was silent, and the book was full of naked savagery and suffering, which made him a little unsure of how to express his emotions.

When Smith was twelve years old, he followed his master to a large nearby tribe to pay tribute, where he met his sister. It's just that things are wrong, and the sister in my memory has beautiful blonde hair, big eyes are very smart, looks like she can talk, and always smiles and plays with Smith everywhere. But now she was the mother of two half-orcs, naked, covered in puffy bruises and criss-crossed whip marks, and her eyes were blank as if she were a dead man, even though she was only fourteen years old at the time.

When my sister saw Smith and her father, she ran over to recognize her — a move that cost her two children. Because she ran into an orc, because neither of her children knew who the father was, because she was communal and had no fixed owner.

Seeing that his daughter was about to be killed, Smith's father fell to his knees and begged their master to buy Smith's sister. The orc master hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. In the small tribe of orcs, it is a very face-saving thing to have a human slave girl, and thanks to the hard work of the Smith father and son in the past two years to help his master earn wealth, this orc in this small tribe has the financial resources to buy his sister.

That night, my sister was dragged into the tent by the orc, and she wailed all night. The next day, when my sister came out of the orc master's tent, she had a disgusting smile on her face, and she excitedly told him that she had won the favor of her master, and that father and son would not have to go hungry in the future.

Smith forgot that laugh, it's always good to be alive.

His father saw the reunion of the family as a credit to the gods, and he prayed even more fervently that one day he would meet his mother again. And he began to secretly plan an escape with Smith.

The opportunity finally came, and in the winter of the following year, there was a heavy snowfall in the north, and that year the weather was exceptionally cold, and many cattle and sheep were frozen to death. Smith and his father knew that when the snow melted a little, their masters would go on an expedition to raid human territory once more, because their small tribe had no food to survive until next year.

Maybe that's their only chance of escape.

They told their sister about the idea.

But who knows, the sister immediately reported the father and son to their master...... The reason was that she was pregnant, again.

This time is different from before, this time the child will finally know who his father is, and he will surely grow up to be a warrior like his father, and protect me in the future! I will see who dares to whip me again? The sister swore so proudly as she looked at the father and son, who were bruised all over her body.

Smith and his father realized that their sister had changed, that she had been assimilated.

Or rather, she's dead.

Under their father's curses, the orcs put an iron chain on their collarbones to prevent them from escaping. The orcs were reluctant to kill them, in fact, he wouldn't have gone to war if it weren't for the shaman's conscription in the tribe, because he had enough food to survive the disaster—even though it was created for him by the Smiths.

The treatment of father and son was also reduced to a minimum, and they were often starved, and the orcs began to beat them again.

At this time, the father had doubts about his faith, why did God arrange this, why did the daughter have to be willing to be humiliated, why was the ordeal of becoming a heroic soul so painful?

His father was not afraid of physical torture, but more concerned about mental blows. After his faith was shaken, his father's magic gradually began to weaken, and God tried to renew his faith in this way, but he only murmured every day.

The orcs finally went on the expedition, and his sister gave birth to a male half-orc - Smith didn't think it was his nephew, but his father told him that blood is a force that could never be separated, so he reluctantly admitted the little one.

My sister, who has a child, is not satisfied with the status quo, or rather, she has developed ambitions.

She quietly asked Smith and his son to help her pick some poisonous mushrooms while they were out grazing, and told them that there were still three living orc wives left in the male orc......

What she wanted to do was self-evident.

But my father refused, he was a priest of a god, and the god taught people to be good, to endure suffering, to help each other, but did not teach people to take the initiative to kill others.

However, her sister succeeded, and she became acquainted with one of the warriors left behind in the tribe, who helped her solve all her problems once and for all.

This led her to see an opportunity, and she began to try to make amends with every remaining orc in the tribe, all under the noses of Smith and her father, who were often the ones who served as sentry posts.

This time, not only did Smith begin to become nauseous, but his father's spirit was also declining.

My sister succeeded, but the crippled with a broken leg, the old and dying, and the ignorant ...... She proudly flaunted her skills, and she served every male orc to great satisfaction.

But her wish was still frustrated, because the orc master was killed in battle.

When the remnants returned to the tribe, one of the strongest remaining orcs killed her child in public, declared her to be his property henceforth, and dragged her into the tent once more......

The next day, she walked out of the tent with a smile on her face, and swore to the father and son that she would give birth to a new life as soon as possible, and ostentatiously told the father and son that the orc was younger.

The father finally despaired of his sister, and the two of them found a chance to escape. The father thought that the gods seemed to favor the father and son this time, and they were fortunate enough to encounter a human smuggling caravan, and the owner of the caravan took a fancy to their knowledge of the nearby tribes and took them with him disguised as guards.

After he was saved, his father cursed his sister incessantly, and he thought that was why the gods punished him - he gave birth to a devil in human skin. Now that he had finally come to his senses, the gods had forgiven him and arranged for him to be saved.

However, is it really saved?

The merchant had a lot of connections on the orc's side, and at least he could walk around without fear of being robbed after hanging a flag, which gave father and son a chance to find their mother.

Maybe it was really the gods' favor that they actually found their mother.

One evening, the mother is being hung on a shelf by a tribe's human slaves, ready to be slaughtered as food.

The father and son hurriedly stopped, the mother was skinny and skinny, and became stupid and stupid, and she didn't recognize the father and son at all, but the pocket watch she was holding firmly in her hand made the father and son confirm that it was her—there was a sketch portrait of a family of four.

The father begged the merchant as he had begged the previous orc master, bought the mother, and promised him that he would repay it with a large fortune.

The merchant took a fancy to his father's status as a priest and nodded and agreed, but he asked his father to use his identity to help him in the smuggling business when he returned, but his father refused without thinking about it, because it was not in accordance with the teachings.

The human slave who allowed them to talk to their mother, though he showed kindness to them, was very afraid of the punishment that the 'supper' was not ready when the master returned, and kept urging them to make a decision.

The father was agitated and threatened the merchant with a denunciation after he returned, and the merchant's eyes turned cold for a moment......

The mother was slaughtered, in front of Smith and his father.

My father's faith was completely broken, and he was madly cursing the gods he had previously believed in, and he cursed the world, and he cursed everything......

His head was cut off by the merchant, and on the way back he was offered a bounty.

Smith escaped, with the belief of revenge, he walked for three years, hid in Tibet, and finally returned to the human world, in addition to writing this book, he fought on the front line of the fight against the orcs all his life, and killed seventy-five enemies in his lifetime.

On his deathbed, he said something like this: Mankind will never compromise, never!

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Twenty-seven years after Smith's death, Duke Swan posthumously named him the 'Sage of the Northlands'.