As the only meaningful empire on the Main Plane, the Orc Empire was undoubtedly the most powerful country in the world, occupying a large amount of land.
Even so, it was still invading and attacking its surroundings.
It attacked the snowy tundra in the north, forcing the brave barbarians to retreat. It annexed the Graystone Mountains and the Giant Beast Mountains in the south, and constantly invaded the territory of the Eagle Kingdom. It fought a long tug-of-war with the Kingdom of Holy Angels in the east, nibbling away the land bathed in the light of the Sun God bit by bit. Only the west side was helpless against the vast desert.
Well, even this side didn't seem to be completely helpless, but that was the secret of the Orc God System …
Starting from the southern end of the Great Gobi Desert bordering the Graystone Mountains, and moving eastward, it took about a month to enter the hinterland of the Orc Empire, or the Wilderness Empire.
This was a vast grassland. It was truly a scene of cattle and sheep being seen when the wind blew across the grass. The Beastmen lived and multiplied on the grasslands. They fought against the natural environment that seemed beautiful but was actually not friendly. They grew strong bodies, powerful muscles, and fierce hearts.
Of course, there were not only Orcs in the Orc Empire. There were Half-Orcs, dwarfs, pygmies, humans … all kinds of races existed. It was just that in this vast land, the status of the Orcs was a notch higher than that of other races.
On Earth, this kind of undisguised racial discrimination would inevitably be condemned by people. But in this world, racial discrimination was a matter of course. Neither the "upper class" nor the "lower class" had any objection to this. For example, in India, which claimed to have 100 million humans and 1 billion livestock, the panda neighbor wearing a rabbit hat didn't understand why the 1 billion livestock didn't jump up and rebel against their mother, but they were very satisfied …
The grassland was vast and sparsely populated, and the tribes were far apart from each other. Apart from the messengers sent by each tribe, there were only the traveling merchants who valued money more than their lives.
In this place, the presence or absence of a few traveling merchants was really insignificant.
For example, in the Iron Hoof Tribe, two more traveling merchants came recently.
It was an uncle and a nephew. The uncle was a tall and strong man, wearing a rather thick heavy leather armor and carrying a large axe, looking rather powerful. The nephew was a thin and clever little boy, his movements were very agile, and he was very fast at accounting. He was clearly a very good little accountant.
They had a cart drawn by two horses, which was loaded with groceries. Like most traveling merchants, they would stay here for a while and trade their groceries for anything of value.
There were quite a few cunning Orcs among them. More than once, they tried to pass off shoddy goods as good, or used specious things to deceive people. However, although his nephew was young, his eyes were very sharp. No matter if it was a defective or a fake, nothing could escape his eyes. Moreover, he was also quite good at negotiating, haggling over the smallest details. Even those who were good at bargaining couldn't get the slightest advantage from him.
Of course, there were also people who flew into a rage out of humiliation and wanted to use the "trading" method that the Orcs had always admired, which was to use violent "labor" in exchange for wealth, and then send the original owner of the wealth to rest in the God Kingdom that they believed in. At this time, it was the uncle's turn to come forward. His strong body and strong muscles were indeed not for show, and his large axe was not a fake either. Every chop of the axe was solid, and the weight was not reduced at all.
The result of these few conflicts was that the tribe's witch doctor had a few more customers. The old witch doctor was very happy with this unexpected income, and sincerely hoped that the uncle and nephew could stay in the Iron Hoof Tribe for a few more days.
However, the chief of the Iron Hoof Tribe, Oleg, who was known as the "Wild Runner," was not so happy. His instincts told him that the uncle and nephew were not ordinary, and … very dangerous!
The Iron Hoof Tribe was a tribe of centaurs. They were created by the Orc god "Iron Hoof King." The entire tribe sincerely believed and worshipped this fierce and terrifying god. The Iron Hoof Tribe was the descendants of the first batch of creatures that His Majesty had created. There had been many strong people in the tribe, and some had even broken through the final hurdle and stepped into the realm of gods.
However, that was a long time ago.
The current Iron Hoof Tribe was already weak, and there were not many strong people in the tribe. The entire tribe had more than 3,000 people, but there was not even one strong person in the legendary realm!
Currently, the strongest people in the Iron Hoof Tribe were the chief, Oleg, and the high priest, Overa. They were both at the peak of the high order and were looking for an opportunity to step into the legendary realm.
Oleg was known as the "Wild Runner." He ran very fast, even faster than birds. His endurance was also very good, and he could run non-stop for half a month without stopping. He was used to using spears, and his spear throwing technique was even better when he was running. He could shoot down birds from above, hit mosquitoes from below, and he could even shoot through an old tree that had grown for hundreds of years. In the war with the Eagle Kingdom, he once shot through a fully armed knight along with his shield with one spear, and his fame spread far and wide.
Overa, on the other hand, was the direct heir of the Iron Hoof Blood and the owner of the most noble and powerful bloodline of the centaurs. Although she was a woman, Overa was not weak at all. She had a body that was a perfect combination of strength and beauty. She was fit and wild. She was proud and fierce, and did not allow anyone with inferior bloodline to appear near her. Apart from praying, what she liked to do the most was to kill. Although she was a sharpshooter and a high priest, she preferred to wield a huge halberd and sweep the battlefield. Especially when her iron hoof trampled on the enemy's corpse, she would laugh out loud. That was how she got her own title, "Blood Trampler."
Oleg had always wanted to get the favor of this high priest, and thought of many ways, but to no avail. Blood Trampler had no interest in men weaker than her, and she was also very disdainful of Oleg's inferior bloodline. She did not even have the least bit of respect for the tribal chief in her words.
In this regard, Oleg was full of anger, but there was nothing he could do.
For the Orcs who believed in the theory of bloodline, the nobility of bloodline was very important, because it meant the distance between them and the gods.
Most Orcs were the creations of the Orc gods. The Orc gods were divided into two types. One was the powerful Orc gods. For example, the current Orc God System's Master God, "The Giant Dog that Devours the Sky," Lefon, was originally a dog man. The other type was the powerful Orc gods. After becoming a god, they left their beast identity and chose to join the Orc God System. They created a humanoid race with their own characteristics. For example, the previous Orc God System's Master God, "Iron Mask Evil Spirit," Snakenell, was originally a huge poisonous snake. The race he created was the Snakemen, who were famous for their cunning and viciousness.
The Centaurs were the creations of the "Lord of Iron Hoof" Keldak. This god was originally a wild horse, but after becoming a god, he no longer considered himself a horse. Instead, he became a half-man and half-horse, and created the Centaur race to promote his faith.
For the Centaurs, the concentration of the Blood of Iron Hoof was the level of nobility. Olric was born of a collateral bloodline, and was not the direct heir of the Blood of Iron Hoof. In front of the direct descendants of the great King, he was born a head lower.
Olric was not dissatisfied with this natural difference in status. What he was dissatisfied with was that Ovela completely rejected his proposal. This was like a self-made businessman who was used to being looked down upon by officials, but if the other party rejected his marriage proposal, he would still be angry.
"This guy's anger is our chance." After the sun set, in the small tent of the traveling merchant, Josh no longer had the simple and honest smile he had during the day. His serious face was full of murderous intent.
Frost's face no longer had the sly smile she had during the day. Instead, it was cold and full of ferocity. "I think you are too cautious! They are just two high-grade ones. We just need to find a chance to kill one of them, and then we can deal with the other one however we want! "
Josh smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in his eyes. Instead, they were a little creepy. "Our goal is not just to kill a high-grade priest and a chief. If we act rashly, we will be exposed. If we do that, we will soon be surrounded by the strong orcs, and we will have to retreat in advance. What do you think? "
"No!"
"I don't want to do that either." Josh nodded. "So we need to create a false impression and make everyone think that the death of the priest has nothing to do with us. Although we can't hide it for too long, if we can buy some time, we might have a chance to kill one or two more priests! "
Frost's eyes brightened a little, and a cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
"I like this idea!" he said.
Josh smiled again, and took out a few bottles of medicine. "These are specially prepared by Master Arcaian and Master Wendy. The poison is not the most important thing. The key is that they have all kinds of special effects. As long as we use them properly, we can easily achieve our goal. "
"Then when do we do it?" Frost asked anxiously.
"It's about time. It should be within these two days," Josh said confidently. "I've completely figured out the situation of this tribe. Next, we need to create an opportunity to let the two masters' proud works show their power! "
The next day, something big happened in the Iron Hoof Tribe.
That night, Chief Olric, who had been pursuing Priest Ovela, got drunk and broke into the temple of the Iron Hoof Lord. He openly proposed to the Blood Trampler, and after being rejected, he refused to leave, shamelessly asking to stay in the temple for the night.
Ovela was furious, and pulled out her halberd to attack him. With Olric's strength, he should have been able to easily block her attack, but perhaps because he drank too much, his hands and legs were weak, and he actually slipped up and was seriously injured by her halberd.
The halberd had drunk a lot of blood, and had long since possessed a terrifying magic power. Olric was not only injured, but also poisoned. After an examination, the witch doctor determined that this poison came from the so-called "corpse fungus". In order to remove the poison, they had to find a corpse that had bred corpse fungus, and then use witchcraft to absorb the corpse poison from the body.
Ovela naturally could not shirk this responsibility. So, the Blood Trampler took the halberd and longbow, and set off to the war-torn areas in the south to find the required corpse.
Early in the morning of the third day, the traveling merchants who felt that the atmosphere in the tribe was too bad also left with worry. The uncle looked a little dissatisfied, but he was persuaded by his nephew with the reason that "smart businessmen don't stay in dangerous places".
They said goodbye to the centaurs, who were depressed because of the huge change, and continued to travel east.
But in fact, not long after they left, they put all the goods, carriages, and horses into the storage box that they had prepared in advance. Frost gave a clear whistle, and revealed his original form. His wings created wind, and he carried Josh all the way south, whistling.
Their plan was complete, and now it was time to kill!
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