When a group of twenty fierce soldiers entered the warehouse compound through the small door on the courtyard gate, the recruits couldn't help but hold their breath. The fierce momentum of this group of soldiers rushed to his face, making him himself smell a trace of blood that he was not sure of, and at the same time couldn't help muttering in his heart, it was really a strong general. It's just that he also has a trace of doubt, this group of soldiers gives people the feeling of being strong, but for some reason, there is always a trace of a taste that does not belong to the soldiers.

He silently closed the small door, and when he just turned around and wanted to ask about the situation outside the city, he was met with a sword!

The city of Nedea soon became chaotic, and the fire in the warehouse area made the guards think that Wren or the mission had infiltrated the city, and he immediately mobilized half of the soldiers to search for the city, and also arranged the other half of the soldiers at the gates and drawbridges to prevent the enemy in the city from lowering the drawbridge and opening the gates. At the same time, he also sent a message for help to the legion generals who were rushing to support Nedeya through the magic sound box.

The entire Byron Empire's top brass perked up at the same time, and the two rats that had run away half of the Byron Empire finally showed their tails.

While the army was rushing towards the city of Nedea, Wren was already on his way to the north. It was his first time in the Byron Empire, and after meeting with Pope Hegla, he had completed the task he had booked, and he was in a much lighter mood, and he did not rush along the way, but walked slowly towards the north like a traveler from a foreign land.

I have to say that the internal security environment of the Byron Empire is much better than that of the Orlando Empire, and along the way, Wren has not encountered any thieves or robbers, let alone any roadblocks and robberies. There were many pedestrians like him on the road alone, and there was no panic on their faces.

This is the good deal that religion brings. Almost everyone in the territory of the Byronic Empire believed in the goddess of nature, and all people were believers and parishioners. Since they are all Catholics, they are relatively friendly until there is a temptation to give up morality.

Of course, Wren also found that under the surface of this prosperous world, there are also many hidden contradictions, the most prominent of which is the problem of orcs.

Orcs look down on orcs, and humans look down on orcs, who, like unpopular pariahs, do the dirtiest, most tiring and dangerous jobs, and receive the most meager salaries. Do the orcs complain? Surely there is, the appearance of this group has nothing to do with themselves, it is all caused by those who can't control their own birds in search of excitement across races.

But in the end, the orcs were left to carry it.

Orcs also believe in the goddess of nature, and they also have their own organization, the House of Hope. The good wishes of these orcs are known from the name, but unfortunately no one has ever taken them seriously, and no one has ever been "afraid" of them. Their value in the social system is too cheap and their status is low, and even if they are given the opportunity to do something, they may not be able to do it, because they will be afraid.

This fear comes from an extension of another emotion, which is low self-esteem.

The Desi call all orcs cattle and mongrels, and it is these orcs who are looked down upon by the Desi, and at the same time they call the orcs mongrel, as if the whole world has abandoned the orcs. No one understands them, no one gives them hope, even if they work hard to complete the work, they will not get any praise and reward, the only thing they can get is the sentence "Get out, bastard"

Of course, not everyone shows their hatred and disgust for the orcs so vividly, and some people will smile at them, but the hatred and contempt in Chiguoguo's eyes will hurt the fragile hearts of the orcs even more. Therefore, in many cases, the orcs will live in a fixed area, as isolated from the outside world as possible, so that they can have a sense of security.

But the most ridiculous thing is that all walks of life in the Byron Empire are inseparable from orcs, and the huge number of orcs almost completely dominates the lowest labor market. Without the orcs, the commercial society of the Byronic Empire would have come to a standstill in an instant.

It's a distorted and deformed social relationship and class, at least in Wren's view. These races, which can be called cornerstones, do not have their corresponding status and respect, so this gives Wren a chance.

He was not a man of peace, so he decided to try to bring something to the country, and that thing was called revolution.

There's nothing more fun than wreaking havoc in someone else's house!

Sitting in the open-air tavern on the side of the road, enjoying the legends sung by the troubadours, basking in the warm sunshine of early spring, everything is so pleasant.

It was the first great city to enter the north from the hinterland of Byron and was called Charne. The city has a population of about 400,000, of which nearly one-third are orcs. As the closest big city to the Byron hinterland in the north, the city is a hub city connecting the Byron hinterland and the north, and the business is particularly developed. It's easy to see people from all over the world on the streets, from the barbarians to the Desi, to the merchants from the Federation.

It's a lively city.

Dozens of huge wagons slowly approached the end of the street, and many ragged orcs followed around them, who were temporary workers in upper and lower bags. For every bag of goods weighing 100 catties, they can get five coppers. Such a meager salary is simply outrageously low, and if the merchants in the Orlando Empire dare to do this, others will dare to spit on them.

But here, it has become a natural price, and can even be seen as a manifestation of the favor of the half-orcs.

In order to live, the orcs had to take on such heavy work to earn a pitiful amount of copper coins.

These orcs are very peculiar in appearance, almost none of them look alike, if you have to put orcs and orcs and humans together, find out the unique characteristics of half-orcs, the only thing that may be considered a feature is that their faces will have some hair, whether male or female. Orcs, as well as some powerful beasts and humans, breed and produce offspring that tend to be genetically atavistic.

After all, after the reproductive barrier is broken, the genes from different genes cannot be perfectly fused together, and the only way for two completely different genes to be as stable as possible is to return to their ancestors. Finding enough identical genes from each other's most primitive gene fragments, and then chimerizing them, gave the orc's face that special circle of hair.

A half-orc with a vegetable-faced face suddenly fell to the ground, and the people around him did not even have pity in their eyes, but kicked him to the side of the road with a few kicks, and did not look at him again. Even some orcs are indifferent to this.

They have long been accustomed to being treated like this, and even if they want to do something, they can't do anything.

The tavern waiter walked out of the shop with a rope on his face, and he had not encountered this kind of thing once or twice, and each time he had to drag the orcs to the alley behind the street, and leave him to fend for himself. Behind the prosperity is endless indifference, and this is Byron's society.

Just when the waiter was about to put into action, the distinguished guest sitting on the side of the road raised his hand to stop him, the waiter was a little strange, but thinking of this distinguished guest who was a gold coin as soon as he made a move, he still chose to leave.

Wren kicked the orc in the arm with his toe, and the orc barely opened his eyes to look at Wren, who dropped the ration on the table to the ground. The delicate pastry fell to the ground and shattered, but the half-orc's eyes lit up, and he used all his strength to lie at Wren's feet like an old dog, sticking out his tongue and ignoring the dust on the ground, and carefully licking all the stubble of the snack clean.

Then he looked up at Wren with an indescribable pity in his eyes.

"What's your name?", Wren took a sip of Byron's specialty, a drink called Baruman Flower Tea. The main ingredients of this flower tea are from a plant called Baruman that is exclusive to the Goddess of Nature Shrine, and the taste is very peculiar, slightly sour, some bitter, but after drinking, it is full of fragrance in the mouth, and it is a favorite drink of the upper class people of the Byron Empire.

The orc swallowed and said in a hoarse voice, "My name is Aturu, sir." ”

Wren took another piece of pastry and threw it on the ground, still shattered, and Aturu immediately lowered his head to clean the food scraps on the floor, and even coughed a few times as he inhaled some food scraps and dust into his trachea.

Wren patted his knee, "Is there a house of hope here in Charner?"

Aturu froze for a moment, then lowered his head and became silent. Orcs, as well as humans who look down on orcs, also have a repressive attitude towards the House of Hope. They won't attack the House of Hope, but they will find a million reasons to expel the House of Hope from their city.

Faced with Wren's question, Aturu kept his mouth shut. He didn't know what Wren wanted to do, but he wouldn't say anything.

Wren poured the Baruman from the cup into the tray under the teacup and placed it on the ground, "I am not your enemy, on the contrary, I will bring you fire." When this fire turns into a fire, it will burn all that weighs on you, all injustice, inequality and hostility. ”

"I'm your friend. ”

Aturu looked up at Wren, and he found that Wren's eyes did not have the contempt, contempt, and disgust that those orcs or other humans looked at him, only the warmth and equal gaze that made him want to cry!

His throat slid slightly, and he lowered his head and drank the water from the saucer that he had never tasted in his life, and nodded.