The traditional impression of orcs was that they were violent and barbaric. They tended to act first before thinking. For example, after attacking a city, the first thing they thought of was always killing and conquering. After they had enjoyed everything, their only thought would be how to gain a foothold on this land.
Without wisdom, no matter how powerful they were, the beastmen were nothing more than brutes. Under such circumstances, the existence that represented wisdom was born.
On top of a magnificent tall building, an old orc was looking down at the land that he had just conquered with a calm gaze.
Prophet.
They were the ancient beastmen who embodied the most powerful shamanism. Their wisdom was comparable to that of humans. These powerful shamans often participated in the strategizing of the beastmen tribes.
Not only could the prophets use the power of the earth and sky, they also had the ability to predict the future. Their wisdom could only be shown through their courage and cruelty in battle. When the enemy approached, the prophets would ride their loyal wolves and charge into the battlefield, using their innate shaman power to summon all kinds of elements to fight.
Kesi was already old. As a Beastman who had lived for more than a hundred years, he had seen the ups and downs of his tribe. They were chased into the frosty mountains by the Goblins. In the end, only thirty thousand of them survived. It was also at that moment that Kesi, who was still in his prime, took over the will of the previous Chieftain and became the only voice in the tribe.
Compared to the previous tribal chief, Kesi changed many of the tribe's rules.
Tauren, Chief of the Tauren
Chieftain]
These old tauren warriors led him well in daily life and in battle.
Tauren Chieftain
Kesi's memory went back a few decades. He vaguely remembered that the Chieftain was a noble and pure tauren. He had the body odor of a wild beast. He carried the tribe's totem respectfully on his back, maintaining the pride and purity of the tauren culture. When the burly Tauren Chieftain was summoned to battle, he would pick up his powerful halberd and fight against all enemies!
Perhaps this was the best explanation for him being brave but not astute.
Originally, the war that concerned the fate of the tribe was only between the dwarves and the orcs. However, at some point, the elves had also joined the war. Under the joint attack of the two sides, the tribe was driven to a cold place, and the chief was also seriously injured. Not long after, he passed away, leaving behind a group of homeless tribesmen and a huge mess.
When Kesi first became the tribe's shaman, it was the most difficult time for the tribe. In order to adapt to the new environment, he changed many of his old habits and began a path of reform that he had never done before.
In ten years, he helped his tribesmen to stand firm in the snow. Although the population was still small, it slowly increased to fifty thousand people.
In another twenty years, Kesi made contact with the demons through some coincidences. In order to take back everything he had lost, he even signed some kind of contract with the demons.
Another ten years passed, and when the number of the clansmen reached eighty thousand, Kesi led the youths and the first batch of warriors who were nearing the end of their lives and set foot on the land outside.
It was a blatant massacre.
As the evil side, the dwarves and elves tried to join forces again. However, when they gathered their forces to confront the orcs, Kesi took out the contract that he had signed and summoned the demon army.
A demon lord personally appeared. In addition, there were hundreds of thousands of demons. The dwarves and elves were severely injured. Nearly forty percent of the warriors were forever left in that slaughterhouse-like land!
Kesi vaguely remembered.
A loud, muffled sound reverberated throughout the battlefield.
Accompanied by the bleak sound of the horn, the orcs swarmed forward like a tide. Under the cooperation of the demons, the entire city wall had become a bloody meat grinder. The primitive and wild charge cut off the enemy's supply line again and again. The marauders shuttled through the allied forces of the dwarves and elves. They were extremely agile and were always looking for a suitable opportunity to kill!
Orcs!
They killed hundreds of times more and successfully completed their revenge. It was also at that moment that Kesi became the tribe's savior.
Of course, Kesi was not completely the victor. On the contract with the demons, there were many unfair conditions. One of them was that he had to accept the demon's bloodline and become a half-orc, half-demon.
It was under such circumstances that his face and shaman power became distorted due to the deal with the demons. His appearance looked like an orc wearing heavy and crude black armor. His face was full of burn marks and the only eye in his left eye socket was missing.
Time had left many traces on its face. From a tribe with only 30,000 people, it had become the only voice in the tribe, known as the [Radiant]. It had once occupied the forest and expanded its tribe to around 600,000 people. Kesi had used its entire life to complete this path that should have been impossible!
Even in the surrounding area, Kesi's tribe was already invincible to a certain extent. However, he would often think of the winter that year.
In that cold and snow-covered season, he was bare-chested and held his spear tightly as he faced the allied forces that threatened the tribe's survival.
Kesi was only a shaman. His original job was to stand at the back like an archer and cast some spells on his tribesmen. However, it was a pity that more than half of his tribesmen were dead or injured. In that difficult situation, even the shamans had to change into leather armor and enter the battlefield to clash with the enemy.
It was also from that moment onwards that Kesi never took off his leather armor. Even though he no longer needed to lead the troops, the leather armor that was stained with blood was like a whip that constantly lashed his body, reminding him of all the hardships that his tribe had gone through.
The tribe should not be stagnant. It was because of this that after knowing about the situation of the crack, Kesi organized this invasion.
Flower City had already fallen. This land now belonged to the brutal people from another world.
Orcs!
Kesi helped his tribesmen find a land that was more than ten times richer than before. However, at this time, he did not show the joy of victory like the other orcs. Instead, he went to the roof alone.
His old body could not hide his strength and wisdom. Kesi looked at everything in the distance. His gaze seemed to pierce through the sky and darkness. He saw orcs that looked like him dying in the hands of humans.
What a similar scene. However, the victim was not a human but an orc.
Kesi's brows furrowed slightly. His shriveled lips spat out two words in an exceptionally clear manner.
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