Wooden fences, a clutter of tents, large and small campfires, and a large wooden house make up the "iconic" buildings of the orc tribe. Even after the occupation of the whole south, the orcs were still not accustomed to housing, and all orcs (including the chief's children) had to live in tents, except for the tribal chief, who lived in large cabins, otherwise they would be regarded as weak and incompetent - because humans were housed.

Although countless humans who have seen orcs have derogatory remarks about this race, in fact, orcs still have achievements in some places. They know how to graze, raise cattle and sheep, sew robes and tents from animal skins, make rough tools, especially their favorite heavy spears and straight-edged machetes, although most ordinary orcs still use weapons such as large wooden clubs or nail sticks, and although the accents are different from tribe to tribe, and there are many rough and dumb guttural voices, the orcs still have a common language, and on this alone, they have separated themselves from the beasts, and at least they must be an "intelligent race".

However, in the eyes of humans, this race is obviously not enough to be called an "intelligent race": so far, the orcs still have not gotten rid of many habits in the desert island era in the past, they are keen to eat raw meat, especially "fresh" raw meat, killing and destruction are normal; orcs also have simple ancestral beliefs, so death sacrifices are also common; as if they are beasts, they breed indiscriminately, and the offspring in the tribe are basically "the common offspring of all orcs" , few orcs know who their father is, so the clan is the family.

In the three views of the orc tradition, everything that is not taken by killing and plundering is shameful, and all producers and craftsmen are extremely despised. This has something to do with the environment in which they originally lived. The only way to keep the tribe alive on the barren desert islands is to rob other tribes, the female orcs are the traditional producers of the orc society and the tools responsible for "nurturing the next generation of the tribe", the descendants of the defeated tribes, these low-level orcs are responsible for forging tools, collecting berries and building tribal facilities.

The so-called "real orcs", the only thing they do, and the only thing they have to do, is to fight, fight and fight. Consider looting and killing to be the highest honor. In the past, in order to survive, the orcs would even use the killed compatriots as food, and the captives became "mobile food banks".

The evolution of all living things is to adapt to the environment and a certain nature deep in the bloodline, and the evolution of orcs proves this to some extent. Maybe when they first came to this shijie, they were just a group of bloodthirsty beasts, the embarrassment of life made them enlightened, and the experience of human shijie brought them into contact with social consciousness, a race of beastliness that has not yet escaped, and thus set off a storm that shook shijie.

After these orc tribes took possession of the South, the heavy work fell to the plundered human slaves, who ruled the human race in the same way that they had been defeated and captives, and even worse, the slaves became "cowardly tools and sweet food", which was most frightening and terrifying. After all, ants are still stealing life, and it may be tolerable to be just enslaved, but it may not be so acceptable to become a delicacy in someone else's belly.

Fighting and practicing how to fight has become what all orcs have to do, more warriors can be commanded and driven by the leader, this race that flows with the blood of violence cannot stop fighting and plundering for a moment, even if they are not satisfied with plundering humans, and wars with neighboring tribes are even more likely, but after Ashina became a khan, this situation began to become more stable, not as frequent as in the past.

As for Ashina Khan, after owning the slaves and female orcs possessed by the Tar tribe of Kosai in the past, as well as many orc descendants, Shili and wealth are even more powerful than ever, and it has become an unshakeable overlord among the orc tribes!

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"Whoa!!! No way! No way!"

In the top hall of the wooden castle (the central building of the orc tribe, let's call it a castle), the wind is everywhere on the walls, and the ghostly sound of "woo~" sounds, blowing the flames in the bonfire pit in the middle and swaying from side to side, like a jumping beast.

There were several soup pots in the hall, stewed with all sorts of meats—beef or mutton, but more often the corpse of some human slave, floating silently in the pots, making the sound of blisters popping and gurgling.

But now none of the orcs paid attention to these "delicacies", and the not spacious hall was crowded with mud-covered orcs in dirty skins, clutching the heavy spears and straight-edged machetes in their hands, standing on both sides of the hall, surrounding the central position, as if they were preparing for a pleasant fight.

As for the figure of Willis, who was surrounded by them in the center, always dressed in a black long-sleeved fine dress, looked so lonely and gloomy, but his waist was straight as if to support the columns of the hall. The black hood hid the old man's face, but it couldn't stop a pair of wolf-sharp eyes, and all weapons were unreal.

These orcs are just bluffing. They didn't dare to move half of their hair, because they knew what would happen after that, and they just screamed at the object of their fear like a threatened puppy. Willis's eyes were full of mockery.

The thick smell of fishy and corpse in the hall made the old man frown. Because the Balitu tribe is close to the lower reaches of the Vistula River, those orcs have the habit of bathing, but these small tribes in their early 10,000s naturally do not have such a fertile territory, and it is as dirty as a mobile garbage bin.

"I think I've made it clear enough, Lord Bosa, chief of the Kalatpo tribe. Willis stared intently at the old orc in front of him, dressed in a leather coat that had been torn off from a little nobleman, weighing a long-handled axe in his hand, and looking at him with red eyes.

"The will of the great, supreme Ashina Khan is irresistible, and you are not like that! Ashina Khan saved all the orc tribes, and Ashina Khan won wealth and land for all the tribes, what reason do you have to refuse the will of the Great Khan?!"

"But Kalatpo has already enshrined Ashina as the Great Khan!Ashina already has the only golden tent among all the orcs, what else does Ashina want?!" The old orc roared angrily: "Isn't this enough?!"

"Not enough, far from enough!" Velis's voice was colder than the wind in the ice field: "What the Great Khan wants to create is a unified tribe! All orcs should join his tribe and serve the Great Khan." Raise cattle and sheep for the Great Khan, and send your warriors to fight for the Great Khan when the Great Khan calls!"

"We are Kalatpo! We are the Balitu of Kalatpo, Bhasina. The warriors of Kalatpo will only obey their own will, and Ashina can discuss together, and we will all believe in Ashina, because Ashina is unparalleled in wisdom and bravery. But Kalatpo won't take orders!" The old orc's voice was low: "Kosai is loyal to Ashina, what is the end?!"

"Kosai ended up like that because the Tar tribe went against the will of Ashina Khan and started a war without authorization, and all tribes should take warning!" Willis said loudly: "Ashina Khan will treat all the warriors who are loyal to him, but there is no place for traitors!"

"Where to be buried?Who has the final say?Ashina or you?" the old orc smiled, "Maybe it's Kalatpo." Since you've all said it, let's celebrate!

"War - !!! War - !!! War - !!!"

The orcs in the hall began to cheer in unison, as if they were welcoming the New Year.

"That's what you want?" Willis's voice was muffled by loud cheers, "Well, war is coming, so be prepared." ”

With that, Willis quietly left the hall, and none of the orcs noticed him, and everyone was cheering for the coming war, and the furious blood in their bones was burning wildly!

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"What do those idiots say?"

In the tent of an orc army not far from the Kalatebo tribe, an orc who didn't look much older than a child looked happily at Willis, who had just returned: "Kneel on the ground and surrender to the Great Khan?"

"The warriors of the Kalatpo tribe refused to surrender, Venerable Amini, Tari of Balitu. Old man Willis bowed slightly to the young orc, Tari is its honorific title, equivalent to the title of prince, of course, it is said that this Amini and Ashina have a little blood relationship, but Ashina still sees its potential, so he was chosen as his heir, just like Kosai.

"Roar-!!!" Amini roared excitedly, raising his axe taller than himself: "Great, great, I thought it would be as boring as the first ones!

"Now lead the army, go to kill, go to plunder!" Willis's voice smelled of temptation: "Blood and fire will consume all enemies!

"A stormy raid has brought all the lands in the east under the command of the Balitu tribe!"

(Kongkong came to ask for a reward again~)