"Paladin. ”

After the hard battle, the jungle path was covered with blood, the blood of the wolf knight and the wolf, and the internal organs were scattered all over the ground, exuding a strong smell of blood. Jabbar ran over and hugged his comrades, not even having time to ask what was going on, why Paladin was suddenly here, why he was screaming to death.

"Bloodroar is going to kill you. ”

"I know, but why?"

"He killed your parents, and the brothers of the whole family, because your father was against his ****. Against him for war. ”

Paladin said these words with a pained and angry expression. Tears rolled in his eyes, but his fists were clenched. Because the Snowfall Clan is his home, and the Snowfall King is also his uncle.

......

"Get ready to flee, this revenge will be avenged sooner or later, if you don't kill him, he will kill you as well. ”

There was silence for a long time before Jabbar spat out a few words from between his teeth, not as excited as Paladin, but as full of resentment. Although the Snowfall King is not close to the current Abdul-Jabbar, after all, the first person Abdul-Jabbar took care of himself when he came to this world was the Snowfall King.

"Brother, we need allies. Just the two of us can't fight against the mighty orc tribe, we can't fight against the blood roar. ”

After learning the news of the death of the Snowfall King, Jabbar stood up and approached the sad Baladin and said that at this moment, Jabbar had a stinky feeling that he was like the hero in the movie, and began an extremely dangerous journey of revenge. Of course, the dangers lie far beyond Abdul-Jabbar's imagination.

"I know, but where do we go to find allies? The tribe is full of his people, even the Snowfall Warriors are now under the jurisdiction of Bloodroar, we have no allies, Jabbar. ”

Compared to Abdul-Jabbar's excitement, Baladin was much more pessimistic, and in the eyes of this strong orc, there seemed to be only endless darkness ahead.

"Let's go south and find humans. ”

Baladin was lost, but Jabbar confidently fixed his eyes on the south.

"Are you crazy?Abdul-Jabbar, we have been enemies of the humans of the South for generations, and the humans will only aim their crossbow arrows at us when they see the orcs. ”

"Didn't we sign a 100-year peace treaty with humanity?"

In the face of Baladin's doubts and frustrations, Jabbar continued to confidently retort.

"The premise of the Hundred Years Peace Treaty is that humans and orcs do not interfere with each other, cannot run into each other's territory, and if they find that they have crossed the border, each side has a reason to shoot each other. ”

Paladin explained the Hundred Years Treaty, and Paladin knew everything about this world better than Jabbar.

"Fake, this is the Shenma Peace Treaty?"

was explained by Paladin, Abdul-Jabbar couldn't help but scold, but he had no choice but to live in such a barbaric era.

"That can't be helped, we have to give it a try, no matter how big the risk is, buddy, this is the only way for us to live, Blood Roar will keep chasing us until we have nowhere to hide, we are the last hope of the Snowfall Clan!"

The sun shines through the leaves of the trees in early summer, and at this moment, Abdul-Jabbar is filled with hope for the future, just like all reborn. Although Paladin did not agree with such crazy ideas. Because he was afraid that if he encountered humans, the humans might directly capture them and send them to the slaughterhouse (beast arena).

In the summer of 4082 A.D., the orc Jabbar and his afflicted brother Baladin embarked on a journey south to take refuge.

Rain or shine, eat and sleep in the open.

"Hey, old man, can we come from the north and stay overnight?"

Three days later, Jabbar and Paladin entered an ordinary old orc's house, although the orcs could sleep in the wild, and they could not be afraid of the sneak attack of wild beasts, but they could meet a grass hut where they could live in peace, and still hope to be able to sleep peacefully for a night. It's just that this old orc doesn't seem very friendly.

"From the North? I heard that the Northern Blood Cry is recruiting soldiers, but you came out of there, are you evading the draft?"

Jabbar first politely asked, but was stumped by a tricky question from the old orc. In fact, they are indeed deserters, but the situation is more complicated than deserters, they are hiding from the most brutal Great Chief in the history of the orcs, and this matter must not be known to the old orc, otherwise, the old orc will definitely not keep himself overnight, and will even report them to the tribal guards for a reward.

"Roar, if you don't want to share your accommodation, don't, it's the same for us to continue camping in the wilderness. ”

Jabbar was thinking about how to explain, but the reckless Baladin directly rejected the old orc.

"Baladin, we should respect the old man, whether he is good or not, we should not treat our fellow human like this. ”

Seeing his good companion disregard etiquette like this, Paladin was a little dissatisfied, even if it was an orc, half of them were human, and not all of them were beasts.

"Come in, young man, I know who you are. ”

Seeing that the two orcs who were staying overnight were arguing at the door, the old orc simply didn't bother to listen and directly called Jabbar to come in.

"Hmm. ”

"Do you know who I am?"

Suddenly changed by the old orc's attitude, Abdul-Jabbar was almost confused. In his impression, none of the orcs would still treat people around the bend like the old orc in front of him. They are generally very direct, very rude, and have straight words, but the old orc in front of him deliberately throws himself a difficult problem and invites himself in, which is completely human style......

"You are the child of the King of Snowfall. ”

In the face of Abdul-Jabbar's doubts, the old orc replied word by word, speaking clearly, not like nonsense.

"I'll go, how do you know?"

"The wolfskin on you. ”

......

Well, this time Abdul-Jabbar admits that his IQ is not as good as the native orc in front of him. Before leaving, Cui Fanke once told himself that this wolf skin was not an ordinary wolf skin, but the wolf skin of the King of Frost Wolves, symbolizing the snowfall tribe. He should know how conspicuous he is wearing this wolf skin, but fortunately, the old orc in front of him reminded him in time, fortunately, this old orc does not seem to have the intention of reporting himself.

"Oh, now that you know......"

Jabbar was a little nervous, because the old orc in front of him was a bit mysterious, and Paladin and himself couldn't see what he wanted to do, whether he was friend or foe.

"The King of Snowfall is my dear friend, he is a revered clan leader, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time to encounter the orc scum of Bloodroar. ”

After the old orc said this, Jabbar and Baladin's hanging hearts finally fell.

"I warned your father many times to tell him to leave the tribe early, but he just didn't listen, he wanted to change the tribe, change the status quo, but in my opinion, it was impossible. ”

"Why can't it be? My uncle is a brave warrior!"

Without waiting for the old orc to finish speaking, Paladin couldn't hold back his irritable mood and began to refute the old orc.

"The struggle for power is not something that can be achieved by bravery alone. ”

In the face of Baladin's recklessness, the old orc did not get angry, but looked at the young man with his eyes that had been through vicissitudes. And the old orc also seemed to explain the key to the problem in one sentence, and Paladin, who was still angry just now, instantly calmed down again.

"Come, children, you will spend the night with me tonight, I am the last shaman of the tribe of Tomana, my name is Kumai, and I think you will need my help not only tonight, but for a long time to come. ”

The old orc's last words made Jabbar suddenly feel hope, like the protagonist of all legends, he met a master of the world, haha, this plot seems to be going more and more in the direction he envisioned.