The snow began to melt, and the monotonous earth somehow added a hint of green, which was the sprouts of the grass buried deep in the soil. The sky was overcast, flashing with electric light, and thunder followed.

The first spring rain, the first spring thunder. Dozens of sturdy giant wolves were galloping on the ground, and in the sky, the thunder eagle of the divine horse stretched out its wings, and below the clouds, the twisted thunder and lightning did not pose any threat to them, but shuttled like a fish in water. From time to time, a sharp eagle whistle is emitted, full of inexplicable excitement and joy. The Thunderhawk family, they can't remember how many generations have not been so free to fly under the thunderclouds.

On the ground, the giant wolf slowly stopped running, and in front of them was a continuous mountain range, which was the border between the steppe of the horse farm and the interior of the Adria Empire. A steep castle built in the pass between the two peaks separates the two places.

Dozens of giant wolves, led by a snow-white beast with snow-white fur all over his body, was a frost giant wolf, a young orc dressed in shaman robes, silently staring at the pass castle in front of him. The other giant wolves behind him were all brown wolves, carrying their respective masters, and a group of heroic orcs surrounded the young shaman in the middle. They were all so young, their eyes were in the sky lightning and thunder, and they couldn't hide their ambition and spirit, this was a group of fearless orcs.

"Marta, has the castle of the Pass fallen, and our brothers have all been safely withdrawn?" the young shaman asked some orc behind him. The one in charge of patrolling the entire line of defense is this orc named Marta. His father was Vittorio, one of the two chief elders of the Frostwolf Tribe. Former Bloodclaw Tribe Patriarch.

"Yes, Baroque shamans. The Odrians have attacked thirty of our outposts. But after all, it was impossible for them to attack at the same time, and the brothers in the stronghold at the front lit the beacon for the first time. Then retreat peacefully. But after more than an hour, all the strongholds were lit with beacon fires, and our men withdrew without losing a single one, and all they took away was a pile of burned ashes. Marta replied respectfully, in awe of the Baroque shaman. Among the young people of the Great Frostwolf Tribe, the Baroque Shaman is already a living legend. Everyone followed him fanatically. It can be said that if Baroque declares that he wants to become the patriarch of the frostwolf tribe at this moment, the patriarch of Ortu will not be supported by any orc army. What the Baroque and the Wolf Tribe had said is now coming true -- orcs from the Wolf tribe. He has mastered the military power of almost all the great tribes of frostwolves.

There is a border of more than 400 miles between the grassland of the horse farm and the interior of Odria, and if you want to defend it tightly, you will undoubtedly need a large number of orcs to patrol and protect it without interruption, and it is such a long distance. If it is raided by humans from one place. It is difficult to detect and call the police in the first place. The Baroque shaman came up with a way to seize the high ground of dozens of mountain peaks, and was able to monitor the terrain on both sides very clearly. Then set up a beacon tower every ten miles or so, piled with dry firewood and wolf dung, as long as the enemy is found, there is no need to fight, just light the beacon, wolf dung will emit violent black smoke under the burning of dry firewood. And it won't be blown away by strong winds. People from more than a dozen miles away could easily see clearly, and all the beacons were lit one after another. It only took a short time to be able to spread the news that the orcs in all the strongholds had returned to the breeding land.

A few days ago, when the orc scouts at the first beacon spotted a large number of human soldiers rushing towards them, they set the beacon on fire and warned the Frostwolf Legion of the Great Tribes of the Horse Farm as fast as they could. So much so that when the human sneak attack legion rushed into the grassland of the horse farm, it suddenly found that the orcs were already in battle. There is nothing to take advantage of, and these human armies are only the vanguard, and they dare not face the overwhelming orcs alone, so they have to retreat in disgrace, waiting for their own army to assemble and arrive.

These were the leaders of the Baroque and Frostwolf Legions. After receiving the scout's summons, the orcs who had been preparing for the whole winter did not panic, they had been waiting for this moment for a long time, gathering in an orderly manner, and the unrelated people had to wait for the start of the withdrawal from the horse breeding ground. Because it won't be long before this place becomes a hellish slaughter field, where the orcs won, whether they win or not, they will be watered with thousands of corpses and blood, whether they are humans or themselves.

In the distance, there was a crowd of people on the wall of the pass, and it was clear that the human soldiers had also spotted the orcs peeping outside. They seemed to have opened the drawbridge of the city gates, and a large number of horsemen roared out, numbering in the hundreds, and rushed towards the orcs.

None of the orcs showed a sign of fear, instead drawing their swords or axes. Thunderhawks flying in the sky landed on the shoulders of the orcs one after another, licking their lips, waiting for the men to come and die. ............ It is indeed a death, and the dozens of people who followed behind Baroque were all warriors in the Frostwolf Great Tribe Legion, at least a thousand-stroon, and each of them had their own beast armor. It is conceivable that dozens of beast armored warriors fought against hundreds of human cavalry, and even if those cavalry put up a military formation, they could not escape the fate of being slaughtered.

Baroque shook his head and smiled, rebuking the group of violent guys: "If you want to fight, there is a chance next, but not today." Today we are only here to find out the enemy's situation. Alright, put away your weapons, and let's go back!" shook his head and turned to carry Baroque away. Lark has changed so much that even Baroque doesn't know what kind of existence this good brother will be in the future. It was still the appearance of a frost wolf, and it didn't necessarily run hard, but it was like a gust of wind, and the next moment, it was already a hundred meters away.

Mu Lu and the others immediately urged the wolf to chase after them...... This bastard Lac, deliberately, if they run late, they won't be able to keep up with the Baroque.

The human cavalry in the rear stopped the pursuit, they didn't know that they had just brushed shoulders with death, but thought that the orcs were scared away by them, and they wantonly ridiculed and insulted one by one. The wolves were so fast that they didn't have a large army to follow, and they didn't have the courage to go into the grassland alone, and finally turned their horses around and returned to the pass castle. The thunder was loud, and the first spring rain poured down ......!

The icy rain instantly soaked the orc's robes, just entering spring. It's still bitterly cold. But none of the orcs cared, they laughed and galloped through the rain. Chase the tall, lonely figure ahead.

Suddenly, an orc scout riding a wolf came head-on, he hurriedly stopped in front of Baroque and wiped the rain on his face: "Baroque shaman, news from the west, born!"

Baroque's body shook. There are very few things that can make him lose his temper. But this is different, his first bloodline was born!

Rak under the seat seemed to feel the mood of the baroque, and he suddenly sped up. Like a white lightning lightning, it galloped away, rushing towards the orc army station. Mu Lu and the others, who finally caught up, could only sigh with admiration...... Perhaps no living creature can match Lac's speed except for the winged one.

After learning the news from the scout's mouth, Mu Lu and the others also cheered excitedly. Rejoice for the Baroque. Urging the giant wolf under the seat. Quickened up to catch back. ..............................

"Is it a man or a woman, have you brought it back, is it orc blood or human blood?" Baroque hurried back to the army camp and entered his animal skin tent, where the human mage Savati who was waiting inside immediately saluted him. Baroque asked, waving his hand.

"Lord Baroque, it's a boy, but it's ....... "Savavi was a little sluggling, his expression was very strange, he was a little nervous. I don't know what to say.

Hmm?Baroque frowned, "What? Could it be that Susan is obstructing and not going to give me my child?"

"Lord Baroque. After giving birth to the child, Mrs. Susan ...... As if crazy, she kept screaming, 'Impossible... It can't be...', pushing the child outward, as if it wasn't born to her. Savatdy's expression was also nervous, as if he was frightened! He had been sent to the Duchy of Hanseasa by the Baroque last winter, and only to wait for Susan to give birth to a child, and then to bring his blood back. Clearly, something unexpected happened.

"Tell me what's going on. Baroque exclaimed impatiently.

"Lord Baroque, everything was fine until the child was born. Even though Lady Susan often wept and became hysterical, she was extremely careful with the child in her womb. Until the child was born, everything changed. Savavi swallowed, was glared at by the baroque, and immediately continued in a panic.

"That, that child is of human descent, without the slightest sign of an orc. ”

Baroque was stunned for a moment, then relieved. After all, this world is like this, the combination of orcs and humans, the children born will not be mixed, and there is a half-and-half-chance that they will be completely orcs, or completely human blood.

"It's just human blood, it's still my child. Don't tell me you didn't bring the baby back...... By the way, why did Susan go crazy? What did she mean by saying it couldn't be?"

"Lord Baroque, the child has been brought back, but ...... I hope you don't get angry just after hearing me. "Savati knew how terrible the mad Baroque could be—the upper nobles of the Duchy of Hanseas, both men and women, were almost slaughtered by him. The ministers who now fill the Hanseatic court were all promoted by Susan later, and the highest rank in the past was only a small viscount.

"Savat, are you testing my endurance?" Baroque finally got impatient and shouted angrily.

"I said, I'll just say it............ Baroque lord, the child who was born was of human blood, but ...... But he's most likely not your bloodline. Savati blurted out, and then waited for the baroque to erupt.

Baroque was stunned............ What? Could it be that Susan was fooling around with other men before me, so that she got pregnant?

His expression grew cold, a sign that he was on the verge of exploding. "Whose child does it belong to?" Baroque vows to make it unbearable, no matter whose it is.

"No, Lady Susan is crazy, she just yells 'impossible, impossible...... Demon...... It's not my ......', I can't ask anything else. Savavi said cautiously.

"What does that kid look like?" Baroque asked abruptly, with a strange expression.

“...... Black...... Black hair, black eyes...... It's as dark as night!" Savatzi's voice trembled a little, there had never been a creature with such eyes and hair on the continent of Sauron, no matter what race.

Suddenly, Baroque burst out laughing, barely uncontrollable. If it weren't for the extreme joy and joy that Savody heard from the laughter, he would have thought that Baroque was also crazy!

Haha, it's my child, only my blood will be black hair, black eyes!--Baroque screams in his heart!(To be continued.) )