April 15th, Nehemiah Grassland.
The cloudless grassland had long since warmed up, and new grass covered the mountains and plains. For the Orcs, this was the season for livestock growth and reproduction, also known as the "development period".
But for the "Hammer of Rohar" tribe, after being attacked by Roddy last year and losing Sarota, the smart witch doctor, the situation of the entire tribe quickly took a turn for the worse, and there were no signs of "development" anymore.
Chief Rohar's stupid brain had thought that continuous invasion and plundering could restore the vitality of the tribe, but he did not expect that … with the sharp decrease in population and the lack of food and clothing, the tribe could no longer support the high risk of plundering and fighting.
But for chief Rohar, such a problem was not a "problem". The aggressive nature of the Orcs made them enjoy the pleasure of "reaping without sowing" when harvesting the fruits of others. Therefore … he listened to the advice of his number one witch doctor, "Bosar", and gave the tribe a death order: Grab enough food, hoard more troops, and invade more tribes!
And as one of Bosar's subordinates, the witch doctor Zuranda, under the command of the order, led thirty Orcs to plunder the village belonging to the "Broken Hand tribe" near his territory.
But just when he thought there would be a fierce battle, the Orcs who were scouting ahead found out that the village had been attacked by another force within half an hour.
The bodies of the "Broken Hand tribe" herdsmen were strewn across the grass, and the smell of blood assaulted their nostrils. But the cattle and sheep were gone, and obviously they had been looted.
"Check the traces! They must not have gone far! "
Zu Randa was very unhappy. He pulled at the stinky leather coat on his body and ordered his men beside him, "Hurry up! If you delay chief Rohar's business, you will all die! "
The Orcs' violence was not only reflected in their actions, but the witch doctor's style of speech was also a microcosm of their barbaric thinking …
But just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden movement in the tent in front of him. Zuranda's men hurriedly clenched their weapons, growled, and got into a fighting stance, but then they found that the figure walking out of the tent seemed a little familiar …
"Witch doctor Zuranda, long time no see."
With a deep voice, Sauron appeared in front of the Orcs with his bare chest. Behind him was a group of soldiers covered in blood … Obviously, they were the ones who had just slaughtered all the beastmen in this village.
"Sauron!?"
Zu Randa's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth. "You're still alive? It seems that the harsh winter didn't teach you a lesson … "
Due to Sauron's outstanding ability, he had been ostracized and suppressed by a group of witch doctors after Sarota's death. In the end, he was almost "exiled" to hide at the edge of the grassland — and Zuranda was the most active promoter.
When the enemies met, Sauron did not put on a "jealous" posture. He was wearing simple linen pants, and his entire upper body was covered with healed scars. This valiant posture brought unspeakable pressure to Zuranda. In the entire Orc Kingdom, Sauron was probably the only witch doctor who dared to fight on the frontline.
"Thanks to you guys, my life has not been good." Sauron walked calmly, holding a black iron rod in his hand, and casually came to a place not far from Zuranda. "It seems that Rohar is ready to expand his forces again?"
"You have no right to criticize the chief's decision." Zuranda replied in a tough tone, and then waved his hand. "Don't talk nonsense, hand over all the things you've robbed."
Sauron did not move. His rock-like muscles trembled slightly, as if he was holding back some emotions. After glancing at Zuranda, he said in a deep voice, "It's not good for the tribe to continue looting like this."
"Talk to Witch Doctor Busar about this. I'm not interested in your nonsense."
Zuranda sneered, but his heart was more and more disdainful. Now that Busar had become the "first witch doctor" of the tribe, no matter how powerful Sauron was, he could not threaten his position.
He stepped into the camp, waved his hand and shouted at his men around, "Take the things away! Hurry up! I'm not interested in wasting time here, you … "
He stopped in shock and found that Sauron had raised his hand to stop him.
"You want me to find Busar?"
As he spoke, a head was thrown out by one of Sauron's men next to him, and it rolled to the ground in front of Zuranda.
The witch doctor looked over in confusion, and then his face changed in an instant. He took three or four steps back in horror and sat down on the ground …
The ground was covered with mud and grass, and it was the head of Witch Doctor Busar!
"You, you, you …"
Zuranda opened his mouth, but an elemental buzz interrupted his words —
"Hum!"
The elemental chain hammer appeared in the air. Sauron looked at Zuranda, who was standing in place, and waved the heavy "Cranium Crusher" expressionlessly.
"Bang — —"
The deformed and cracked body fragments scattered out, and the sound of the explosion made Zuranda's men completely stunned.
Under the effect of "Bloodlust", the tall Sauron slowly stepped forward, dragging the heavy chain hammer towards the remaining Orcs …
"A group of brainless idiots who will only drag everyone into the abyss."
The hammer head plowed a deep mark on the ground, declaring its amazing weight … and the anger that Sauron had suppressed in his heart for three months.
In the past three months, he was almost in a desperate situation, but in the end, he led all his subordinates through the difficulties with inhuman perseverance, and now — he had officially embarked on his own road of revenge.
And … no one could stop him.
*****
The southwestern end of the Kingdom of Karen, the Briar Forest.
As the southernmost region of the kingdom, the weather here was considered "hot" in April. There seemed to be endless rain in the humid forest. After a battle in such an environment, no matter who it was, they would look as if they had just fallen into the water and were in a sorry state.
"Confirmed dead!"
"Confirmed dead!"
"Poof — —"
The sound of a long sword piercing into flesh was heard, followed by a muffled voice, "Confirmed dead."
The combat team in white robes was reporting the results of the battle in the rainforest.
The fierce battle that had just happened was over, all twelve members of the "Rose Cross" were alive, and none of the enemies escaped, all of them were "purified".
In the eyes of the civilians, the "religious war" seemed to be limited to verbal attacks and accusations, but very few people knew the real bloodshed behind it — the "Viper Cross", an extremist religion in the southern part of the kingdom, was getting more and more intense, and frequently had conflicts with the "Rose Cross". Now, nearly a hundred small teams were sent here, and began to retaliate against the activities of the heretics in the shadows.
This was a merciless battle, without any mercy.
"Inventory complete, return to the outpost."
When a somewhat cold voice sounded, the soldiers who were panting and resting almost reflexively stood up straight, and replied in unison: "Yes!"
Their armor and robes were covered with blood and dirt, their faces were covered with mud, and their bodies were extremely tired, to the point that they did not even want to move … However, these Templars never disobeyed the orders of their captain.
In the two months of fighting with the heretics, they were the only team that did not lose any members, and to achieve such results, their captain had to take credit.
After the order ended, the white light followed closely behind. The originally exhausted soldiers immediately felt that their bodies had recovered quite a bit of strength. They looked at the back of the figure that was already walking at the front of the group, and their eyes were filled with indescribable reverence …
When all the teams first arrived in the south to carry out their mission, the "captain" in front of them was just an inconspicuous Priestess among the countless soldiers — as a female, she was always discriminated against in the war that belonged to the men, but a week after the outbreak of the local conflict, everyone changed their view of this Priestess.
In the numerous battles, she led the team to kill the most tenacious enemies, conquered the most fortified positions, and became the well-deserved master of the battlefield!
Her achievements made no one dare to look down on this young Priestess with a cold expression.
Because of her outstanding contribution, she was promoted to captain, and in the next twelve battles, she annihilated all the enemies. On this hidden battlefield, she began to have a prominent nickname among her enemies and allies: "Lady Angel."
"White Scythe".
She did not like to talk, but she did not give people the impression that she was cold. But the thing that everyone felt the most was the amazing growth of this captain … and the sadness that she inadvertently revealed.
There was always sadness between the captain's eyebrows, and some people had the courage to ask, but they would never get an answer. And after each battle, the captain would always stand at the edge of the battlefield, looking at everything in front of her, as if she was softly narrating something to someone hidden in her heart.
Every time this happened, her hand would always gently stroke a bone die.
*****
Under the peaceful appearance of the Kingdom, there was always an unknown undercurrent. In the far west, no one knew that there was a city that existed in the Epic of Annihilation that had reappeared in the world, and it was occupied by a young man named "Roddy".
And in Mogra village, the farmers who worked all day did not even know that there was a conflict between the Kingdom and the Orcs at the border.
At this moment, Naifei was happily playing with Sam's shepherd dog. Her face was full of smiles, and she had temporarily forgotten the sadness of her mother's death. In the past three months, the young Naifei had gradually adapted to life under Uncle Sam's care.
Every day, she would follow the instructions of her mother to memorize the big books, but more often than not, she liked to stand at the westernmost side of the village, looking at the distant path. That way, when her mother appeared there, she would be the first person in the village to know that her mother had returned.
But after being disappointed again and again, Camilla was a little disheartened. She held the fluffy shepherd dog in her arms, looked at the sky, and imagined where her mother might be now …
While thinking, Naifei suddenly heard voices. She hurriedly stood up, looking at the direction of the voice with some surprise, but then she pouted her mouth in disappointment.
The person who came was not her mother.
She casually glanced at the five travelers in brown robes, and her curved eyebrows raised a little, as if she was thinking about the identity of these people … They saw Naifei and looked at her. Some emotions were deeply hidden, and the middle-aged man in the lead walked to the red-haired little girl and asked, "Excuse me, where is this place? If you are looking for the village chief, how should we go? "
Naifei did not do anything out of line. After pointing the way with a tender voice, she looked at the group of people walking into the village and muttered to herself, "The light on these guys is really strange …"
Naifei could not understand such a question, so she did not think about it anymore. She lay on the pile of straw, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and began to sing a song carefreely …
It was the 16th of April.
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