Kalatpo was destroyed, and on a peaceful and quiet morning, before dawn, it was completely wiped out from this shijie by the roar of a frenzy and the flames dancing in the wind.

It turns out that Amini, the Tari of the Balitu tribe and the heir of Ashina, is far more shrewd and ruthless than it seems. Ashina only gave it a thousand orc warriors, plus its own more than 500 followers, and it might be able to barely compete with Kalatpo on the battlefield, but it was not easy to win. So Amini understood Ashina's true intentions.

Since it was not easy to come by obviously, it was impossible for the Balitu tribe to go to war with all the tribes one by one - that would be too great a loss, so the raid became the most haode tactic. Quietly, silently, these rebellious "fools" were completely slaughtered!

In order to ensure the top-secret operation, Amini also repeatedly told his soldiers to rush out, but in fact, during the operation, a few guys couldn't help but rush out first, and the young Tari did not hesitate to smash their skulls with the back of his axe, and as a signal, the whole army launched a general attack from the front and rear gates of the Karatbo tribe, set fire to all visible places with torches, and went all the way to the big wooden house in the center. Most of the tribe's buildings consisted of simple wooden fences and thatched roofs, as well as numerous leather tents, which were so flammable that the Kalatpo tribe soon burned them all in one piece, becoming a great torch on the plain.

Amini and his orc warriors, barely fighting, captured this small orc tribe. In fact, their enemies, the bloodthirsty Orcs of Kalatbo, were burned into a mixture of grease and charcoal ash while they were still asleep in their tents, and those who were awakened by the roar were probably even worse -- we all know that the short time we woke up was the weakest and most unconscious of the day, when the heavy spears that had been stabbed into the tents had been pierced into funnels, and there was no way to parry.

Splashed with blood and raging fire, the orc warriors, who were boiling all over, rushed into the big wooden house with red eyes and excitement, announcing that they had completely included Kalatpo in the rule of the Balitu orcs.

As Ashina's hand-picked successor, Amini naturally knew very well what the Great Khan wanted to do -- it was very difficult to completely follow the orders of the tribes that were separate from each other, and it was very difficult to let these simple-minded, direct-minded, and violent guys know what the outcome would be if they went against their will, so that they would weigh their choices carefully, rather than going against them one by one.

The more powerful tribes can defeat them on the battlefield once and for all, subjugating them to themselves, or co-opting them with gain and prestige - as in the case of the Kosai of the Tar tribes before. But the small tribes did not deign to be persuaded by the great Ashina Khan, and submission and destruction were the only two options they had.

Ashina has read a lot of human books, so he has a lot of experience in the "game" of domination, knowing that it is impossible for him to rely on only one Balitu tribe to rule the south, and he also knows that he still has many enemies to deal with, none of these enemies are the opponents of the orcs, but if they are united, it is equivalent to the orcs have to face half of the hostility of Shijie. So before that, the orcs had to gather Liliang in order to bring these self-defeating sick ghosts, the fear and destruction that will never be forgotten.

Death, destruction, invincible fear. Ashina firmly believes that only these are the only ones that will make people surrender forever!

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The smoke and dust from the fire had not yet dissipated, condensed in the ruins of the entire Kalatpo tribe, and after a short walk of two steps, there was no human figure in sight, only a faint light, barely able to distinguish the approximate direction and location.

There were no cries or desolate supplications, only a silent dead silence in the ruins of Kalatbo. Greedy vultures flew in from afar, sharing in the bright sunshine of this rare feast, as if the breath of death seeping out from the depths of the netherworld, silently permeating the black charcoal, charred ruins, looking particularly strange and miserable.

Amini leisurely carried his long-handled axe, walked among the ruins and corpses, and from time to time he browsed from side to side, as if he were the luxurious courtyard or garden of some great nobleman's house, and as he walked, Amini gently raised his head and breathed, and the smell of burnt fire in his nose turned into a leisurely mint fragrance, which intoxicated it.

From time to time, there will be a few laughing orc warriors passing by, with blood dripping from the heavy spears behind their backs, dragging a few female orcs who are alive like dead people, no matter how they pull and kick and have no response. He did not forget to greet his leader, and after getting Amini's permission, he continued his original "work".

This is my masterpiece!My merit, the great, invincible Tari, the feats of Amini! Amini laughed in his heart, the wealth and women of Kalatpo mean nothing to it, it is not rare to be a thing in the country. The treasures in Ashina's palace are thousands of times better than these, and he wants to use these exploits to let Ashina see his strength and give it more trust and power, but when the time comes, what do you want? !

What are the rough orcs? The human ladies in the palace of the Great Khan of Ashina (a term he learned from Willis) were white and watery, and their bones were thinner than toothpicks, as if they could be broken with a pinch, and the soft weeping gesture made Amini feel like he was ravaging him madly, but he didn't dare, because they were the toys of the Great Khan Ashina, and the cruelty and wisdom of the orc made it surrender.

"Venerable Tari, Tari of Balitou!"

The muffled hoarse voice brought Amini back to reality from the beautiful haode daydream, and the bloodthirsty and savage orc wanderer respectfully knelt in front of Amini's feet: "The tower of Balitu!"

"Speak to me, stupid thing!" Amini, who had been interrupted from his good dream, kicked it aside roughly, and yelled impatiently, "What's the matter?

"It's Kalatpo, bossa, the leader of Kalatpo. The orc wanderer slowly got up from the ground without complaint, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Bosa asks you for a verdict, a verdict under the gaze of the ancestors!"

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"Come on, you balito go, a muddy heel behind Ashina! a bastard who violates the orc tradition, a scum of the scum! If you still have the slightest courage, come and fight Bosa to the death, and let the ancestors decide victory and destruction!"

Stress and despair can force everyone to burst into their potential, and that's accurate. Bossa, the leader of Kalatpo, in an instant, possessed the eloquence of a diplomat with a poisonous tongue, surpassing the line of the street shrews in the countryside, and rightly shouted and scolded Amini, who was not much older than a thirteen-year-old child.

In the dilapidated hall of the wooden house, the orc warriors of the Balitu tribe stared at the boss of Kalatbo, the old orc with a long-handled axe, who stood in the corner of the cabin and cursed, as if he was going to kill it at any moment.

But they can't, because Bosa proposed to be ruled by the ancestors, so it can only be Amini and it to fight.

The judgment of the ancestors, like the human knights demanding a duel in the witness of the Radiant Cross, is a matter of great tradition and sacredness. If Bosa didn't say it, it didn't matter, as many people beat it. But once it is raised, especially since Bosa is still the leader of a tribe, then it can only be the leader of this side, the Tari of Balitu, Amini to meet it, otherwise Amini will lose more than just prestige, such a cowardly and cowardly act, even if it is deprived of the identity of the Tali Zun and the Balitu people, it is natural to become a wanderer with nothing, and no one will sympathize.

"I'll give you a proper way to die, Tuberculosis Ghost!" Amini, who was more than two heads shorter than Bossa, stepped out of the path that the orcs had branched off, carrying an axe as tall as his own, but without the slightest childishness on his face, it was utterly cold with murderous intent.

There was no preliminaries, no mutual salutes. Not a heavyweight opponent at all, brandishing their respective axes, roaring and rushing in front of each other! The sharp axe blades collided together, and the echoes of the shock were harsher than the sound of friction, piercing the thin eardrums, and the bruised Bosa and Amini stared at each other with their teeth bared and stared at each other, trying to cut each other down in one fell swoop!

Bosa never thought that this little man actually had a liliang as long as himself, but the advantage of height allowed him to occupy the control of the battle, forcing Amini to defend everywhere;

Probably tired of the fight, Amini pulled the handle of the axe behind him and swung it forward! Bosa, who had expected it, also dragged the axe that was raised high to the ground, trying to smash Amini's head from the bottom up, but the front blade of the axe hit the rushing wooden handle, and Amini's long handle was cut off! The front end of the volley flew forward with inertia, hitting Bosa's calf right and falling to the ground with a terrible howl!

Amini, whose face was cut by the flying axe blade, picked up Bosa's axe without hesitation, stepped on the struggling and shaking body, and raised the black blade high.

"Click---!"

(First of all, I want to thank the cheap cat and child shoes for their sincere tips, although every tip is not exactly for money, but the feeling of being recognized and supported is really unstoppable.) Give me a feeling: Well, you kid is still a little bit capable, so I can laugh in my dreams!

It's been ten years since the rise of online novels, and the industry is still going on, and Kongkong is just a newcomer who can test the waters, but I love this! I like this, I chose drama and directing because I like to write novels, and when the interview teacher asked me, I answered like this: I just like it, nothing else, I just like it! And it seems that the other party is very happy with my answer.

As for Mr. "Evening Ghost", I admit everything you said in the book review section. It's a bit of a bloody good guy to write in the air.,I hate the dark but I'm not against the dark.,But I just want to tell a story that I've imagined.。 Of course, because the sky is not deep in the world, and the industry is too short, so there are no deep insights, and there are no happy plots, naïve is naïve, who let me not grow up!

If you have to say that, it's okay to treat this as a legend and a little story, in the story, the good guys will always laugh to zuihou, the hero can always win, the lover is never brother and sister, and the villain is often bitter and hateful, and is forced to be helpless.

I want to say all of the above - maybe "Banner of Glory" is also a legendary little story, but I won't just write about it, and no one can guess the ending except me if I don't see Zuihou!

Zuihou, please trust me. This story has just begun, so why do you have to say it now? Please look forward to the performance of Sora in the future, believe me to give it my all in every chapter!)