The man died in the end.
His head was cut off by the gnoll's sharp blade. Even before he died, his face was still filled with complicated emotions.
Guilt, joy, and hope for the future. But at the same time, he was also tortured by pain.
The gnoll might have seen through the man's pain, so it did not hesitate to abandon the previous agreement and cut off the man's head.
The world suddenly fell silent.
Believing the beastman's promise was like a succubus telling you that she would abstain from sex from now on. Her mouth might lie, but her body was honest.
Just a second ago, the gnoll seemed to be convincing itself to fulfill its promise and give the man the freedom he wanted. But the second it got close to the man, perhaps out of instinct, it swung its blade and strangled the man's life.
Guilt?
It did not exist.
The gnoll only patted the back of its mount wolf and allowed it to devour the man's flesh. It did not have complicated emotions like a human. After all, it was just a pure beast!
Kesi witnessed everything, but this old man in his twilight years did not do anything to stop it. Slaves had no rights, whether it was housing, food, clothing, or even life …
There was only one purpose for slaves to exist, and that was to please their masters or to serve some other purpose.
Kesi's intelligence was not inferior to a human's, but it would not look at things from a human's perspective. Outside of its intelligence, it was the appearance of a beastman.
This land belonged to it, to its people. It had promised its loyal subordinates that it would find a more prosperous home for them. Now, its promise was fulfilled!
Fresh blood stained the ground, but Kesi still grabbed a handful of soil and sniffed it. This was the language of its homeland.
Blood!
War!
These were two words that beastmen could not lack. Where there was war, it was home. As a race that was not regarded by any of the Righteous Alliance, the beastmen only had one way to obtain land, and that was to kill.
After killing the original race of the land, they would become the new masters of the land.
The sound of wolfing down food could be heard everywhere.
At first, it was only the mount wolves, but not long after, some gnolls joined in the devouring. Kesi looked at all of this with a rare touch of kindness in its eyes. It muttered to itself, "Eat more. Look at these children, they're all thin from hunger."
"Prophet, you've been in low spirits lately. I'd like to know what's going on." At this moment, a rough voice sounded from the side.
This was a pure Orc with green skin, fangs on both sides of his mouth, and a string of ornaments that looked like Buddhist beads hung around his neck. The most eye-catching thing was the huge sword at his waist. Even though it was not out of its sheath, it still gave people a very cold feeling.
Kesi's adopted son, a true warrior.
Among the hundreds of thousands of orcs, he was undoubtedly the leader. It could be said that on the day Kesi passed away, he would be the next chieftain!
His opponent was a Sword Saint.
Although they were few in number, Sword Saints had always been the elite warriors of the Beastmen tribes.
In the tribe, Kesi's adopted son was the only Sword Saint who had advanced to Legend.
Sword Saint!
This was a Professionist that wasn't any weaker than a Fist Master.
The other party was proficient in swordsmanship and had the Wind Steps that could compete with a Lurker, as well as the Doppelganger technique. As for his true trump card, it was the Blade Storm.
The other party would spin at high speed, forming a world of swords and blades around him. Any creature that got close to him would be turned into minced meat by this terrifying technique!
Kesi had never married or had children in his life. It could be said that he had dedicated everything to the tribe in front of him. "Neeru, I feel danger surrounding us."
"I spy on a powerful human force not far away. Those humans will become our enemies. Before that, we need more helpers!"
"I'm going to use my Soul Power again and summon the experts of the tribe to take charge."
The corner of Neeru's mouth twitched slightly, and his expression didn't look very good. Many of his subordinates had advised him that Kesi was already old, and his methods were no longer suitable for the current tribe. Therefore, he should join forces with some of the tribe's elders to exert pressure on Kesi and make him the new chieftain of the tribe.
Neeru was very firm about the suggestion of his subordinates. He only used his sword to cut off the other party's head and suppressed this matter.
Kesi was his adopted father, but in the eyes of this Legend, Kesi had already become an inseparable part of his life. Even if they weren't related by blood, Kesi was his father!
A son wouldn't scheme to seize his father's family property. In Neeru's eyes, Kesi was omniscient and knew everything. Even though he was young, in terms of strategy and means, he was far inferior to his father. In the face of such pressure, he didn't have the intention to become the chieftain!
"Father, you've already used the Soul Shackles twice. Every time you shield the dimensional crack, it will cause fatal effects to your body. Twice is already the limit. If you use it again, not only will your lifespan be reduced, even your path of advancement will be completely sealed. You won't be able to take another step forward for the rest of your life!"
"I know."
Kesi spoke in a normal tone, as if he didn't care about his lifespan and future advancement at all. He only hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Neeru, if you live to my age, you'll know that living a long life may not be a joy, but a pain. Watching your loved ones fall and die one after another isn't a good feeling."
"I'm already one hundred and thirty-nine years old this year. My strength has already reached its peak, and there's no possibility of advancement at all. Before that, it's better to burn the tribe one last time for you. I'll summon new helpers for you. Randt isn't bad. Even if he has the blood of a demon in his body, he's still loyal to you. That's enough."
"Father …"
Neeru's eyes glowed red. This strong orc had never lost his composure like this!
"Alright, orc tears are far better than blood. Don't grieve for me. Birth, old age, illness, and death are natural laws. Besides, even if my soul will be damaged, I can still hold on for a while. I'll pave the path here for you."
"Listen, Neeru!" Kesi's expression suddenly became solemn, and a transparent barrier formed around them, isolating them from the surrounding sounds.
"This land is beyond our imagination. Compared to our previous land, it's like the difference between mud and gold. I want you to stay here and bring a new miracle to me and the tribe!"
"Those old antiques will affect your judgment, so let them fend for themselves in their hometown. I'll summon Randt for you. As a heroic tauren warrior, he'll become your right-hand man and expand the surroundings with you!"
"I'm old and can't accompany you forever. One day, I'll leave. At that time, I hope to see a chieftain who can shoulder the future of the tribe, not a little Neeru who's hiding in a corner and crying …"
"I …" Neeru hesitated for a moment. When he saw Kesi's serious eyes, he nodded fiercely. "Father, don't worry. I'll lead my people out of this land and reduce everything around us to slaves. We'll become the true kings of this world. I hope you can believe me!"
Kesi!
This evil, bloodthirsty, and ruthless old orc. No matter how terrifying and unpredictable he was in front of other races, he was different in front of the tribe and his adopted son.
He was like an old man leaving his will to his children before he died. Even if he was about to die, he still had to pave the way for his children.
From the orc's point of view, Kesi was undoubtedly a true legend. It didn't refer to the realm, but to the sublimation of his soul.
Kesi had already paved the way for Neeru's future. He had already decided that he wouldn't return to his hometown. Therefore, he wouldn't summon the rest of his people like he had promised before. After using this' stowaway 'technique twice, Kesi's soul had been weakened to the extreme. Therefore, he needed a subordinate who could help his adopted son grow the tribe together.
A tauren called Randt entered his field of vision.
He was a tauren with a simple mind and a strong body. Even if he wasn't up to par as a strategist, he could perfectly qualify as a true warrior!
He would become Neeru's right-hand man and help him conquer the land and slaves here!
As for those old antiques, they weren't in Kesi's consideration. Even if they were also some helpers, their various selfish motives would disrupt most of Neeru's plans.
In this world, there were no parents who didn't love their children. Even if the other party wasn't their own, Kesi had kept him since he was three years old. He raised him single-handedly and tried all ways to make him a powerful professional. A sword saint who had the strength to slay a giant dragon. His painstaking efforts couldn't be revealed to others in a day or two.
Kesi took a deep breath, and the rich energy instantly entered its nostrils. Kesi was obsessed, like an old smoker who had not seen tobacco for decades.
"The glory of the tribe will bloom again here. From the barren land to today, I have already proven my value to the previous chieftain. Next, it's time for you to bear the pressure."
"Don't be afraid. Always move forward. Neeru, you must remember that I will always be behind you, watching over you and protecting you. Even if I die one day, my spirit will still be by your side."
Kesi looked at the face that was still relatively young in his eyes. A rare smile appeared on his face.
"Remember, orcs will never be defeated!"
"Because we will never compromise!"
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