The civilizations of the various races on the continent of Ailan have lasted for at least 5,000 years, and the legendary gods have never revealed their true bodies, but all the intelligent creatures on the continent do not doubt the existence of the gods. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

They firmly believe that the gods created them and give them the instinct to survive, and they believe that the almighty gods must be watching their every word and action in the fog.

But are there really gods? No one dares to ask this question, not even the king of the powerful human kingdom.

At the beginning of March 1215, when the early spring sun was always warm, the snow in the northwest of the continent was beginning to melt, and the orcs' favorite day of the year had arrived in their eagerly anticipation, and the laborers began to get out of their dilapidated grass huts and bust themselves with food for the new year.

Although the orc tribe occupies three times the territory of the human kingdom, their land is so barren and extremely harsh that their civilization would have stopped if it had not been for the ore trade with the goblins in the last few hundred years.

As the days slowly stabilized, the orc rulers dreamed every day of returning to the south of the continent, to the fertile land, to the homeland they had been thinking about day and night.

They have been preparing for this for nearly two hundred years, and the chiefs of various ethnic groups have changed for an unknown number of generations, but their dreams have never changed.

At the junction of the northern territory of the human kingdom and the orc tribe, there is a mountain range that stretches for dozens of miles, named the Winkenu Mountains, and from a distance, this mountain range looks like a giant sleeping on the earth.

The warm light of early spring reflected on the continent of Ailan again, and Blue Shield poked his head out of the tightly wrapped hard cowhide blanket, and a simple copper ring was embedded in the beast teeth exposed at the corner of his mouth, which indicated that he had a certain status in the orc clan.

Orcs are generally stronger than humans, with an adult orc being on average two heads taller than human adults, and his body has a faint green tinge, which was darker when they were previously in the south.

But now the green of their pride is slowly fading, and they curse humanity's perfidy in their hearts, and yearn for this return to the land.

Lan Dun rubbed his messy hair like a civilian's grass roof, and listened to the movement outside with his ears pricked up, not noisy, and secretly said in his heart: Fortunately, he was not late.

He quickly put on his hard-skinned ox armor, grabbed his battle axe, and walked out of the tent with his blue shield from which his name came from.

Blue Shield habitually raised his eyes, a huge military camp stretched along the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, countless tents, the flags of each battalion, with the light of the stars, in the early morning fog.

Blue Shield was at the top of the camp, and he wanted to see the end of the camp every time, but his eyes seemed to be shrouded in fog every time, and he couldn't see the end.

Today is the 3rd, they have been stationed here for half a month, this camp was only a few thousand people at the beginning, these ten days have been joined by clansmen one after another, and now with the poor knowledge of the blue shield, I don't know how many troops are gathered this time.

Blue Shield is the captain of the personal guard of the Great Chief of the Silver Axe Clan of the Northern Clan, Shi Kan Silver Axe, and the troops they have assembled this time are all the warriors of the only three powerful clans left in the Orc Clan.

A year ago, the three major orc clans began a half-year-long meeting led by the Silver Axe Clan, and the other two elder clan chiefs were persuaded by the young chief Shi Kan to temporarily put aside their past grievances, because they recalled their youthful wishes.

Now, the entire orc tribe has only one purpose, which is to drive out the humans in the south and reclaim their homeland.

War is really coming, and none of the warriors of the orc tribe are afraid of this war, they yearn for the legendary southern land that can be harvested by sowing seeds, and they envy the easy life of their ancestors.

For the sake of their descendants, they are willing to give their lives to fight for the future of their tribe.

"Good morning, Captain!" an orc soldier greeted the Blue Shield, a strong orc with a simple outfit of shield and a battle axe.

The equipment of the orc warriors after enlisting in the army is brought from home by themselves, if you want to wait for the above to equip you, then wait slowly, maybe when the quartermaster remembers it, he will give you a set of worn-out equipment that has been dusty for I don't know how many years.

The staple food of the orcs is a large bread made of mixed beans ground into flour, which tastes as if chewing yellow sand, which makes people lose their appetite, but the orcs have become accustomed to this taste, which is much better than being hungry.

As for the meat, most of it is pork, because this kind of domestic animal is relatively easy to feed, and the rhizomes of miscellaneous beans can raise them, but the quality of the meat is not guaranteed, and the few meats are for the orc warriors to eat, and the low-level laborers are not qualified to enjoy it at all.

Now, the upper rulers, or the warriors of the clan, can already enjoy white bread and delicious fruits, thanks to trade with the goblins.

Halfway through Blue Shield's breakfast, a long horn sounded from the direction of the camp's main tent, and then the whole camp seemed to respond to the horn, and at the same time countless horns rang out, echoing incessantly in the relatively quiet barracks in the morning.

For a moment, the calm of the whole camp was disturbed by the noise of numerous noises, and the commanders of the battalions roared, whipping the warriors who had not yet gotten up.

All orcs know what this horn means.

Blue Shield jerked to his feet, he threw down the half-eaten bean cake in his hand, drank the broth in two sips, picked up his weapon and shield, and ran in the direction of the main tent.

When he arrived at the location of his unit, the soldiers were already lined up, and he said to his deputy: "Let the soldiers check their weapons, helmets, and shields, any omission could cost them their lives!"

Eventually, the sound of the horn gradually stopped, but all the orc warriors in the camp had been assembled, and at a glance, the entire hillside was full of orcs, and there was no end in sight.

The curtain of the Great Chief's main tent was lifted at this time, and out came a young orc, his braided beard was still very short, and could only reach his chest, his exposed beast teeth were inlaid with five silver clasps, a well-fitting leather armor, and a huge double-edged battle axe in his hand, and with every step he took, his military boots could imprint conspicuous footprints on the ground.

This is the Great Northern Clan, the Grand Chief of the Silver Axe Clan, Shikan Silveraxe, a very ambitious and wise young Great Chief, and the only one who dares to challenge tradition.

As soon as he walked out of the barracks, several flag-bearers behind him immediately erected a red-hot banner with three giant axes and an old tree printed on it, which was the totemic mark of the Silver Axe Clan.

The huge camp slowly returned to calm, and the warriors lined up to wait for the commander's orders.

Blue Shield is now on his mount, a huge desert wolf, this kind of wolf has a huge body, and it needs to be trained by orc warriors from an early age, and the big chief's personal soldiers are all wolf cavalry.

The Great Chief of Shikan rode his mount under the escort of his own soldiers, and slowly walked along the main road of the camp, behind him were the commanders or legionnaires of the various divisions, and behind him, the most powerful wolf cavalry of the orcs.

As their procession passed, the orc warriors who had been waiting in line for a long time, led by the centurion, joined the marching procession one after another...