The man still died.
His head was cut off directly by the sharp blade of the werewolf, and even before his death, his face still maintained those complicated emotions.
Guilt, joy, and hope for the future are complex emotions that will also be tormented by pain throughout one's life.
The werewolf may have seen through the other party's pain, so it did not hesitate to abandon the previous agreement and cut off the man's head with one knife.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Believing in the orcs' promises is like a succubus telling you that she will abstain from sex from now on. The mouth may lie, but the body is honest.
The jackal seemed to be convincing himself to fulfill his promise and give the man the freedom he wanted a second ago, but the moment he approached the man, perhaps out of instinct, he swung his long knife and strangled the man's life.
Guilt
Does not exist.
The werewolf simply patted the back of the wolf under it and let it devour its flesh and blood. It did not have the complex emotions of humans. After all, it was just a pure beast!
Kesi witnessed all this, but the old man did not stop it. Slaves have no rights, whether it is housing, transportation, food, clothing or life...
The only meaning of a slave's existence is to please his master.
Kes possesses wisdom that is not inferior to that of humans, but he does not look at things from a human's perspective. Behind his wisdom, he is wearing the appearance of an orc.
This land belongs to itself and its people. It has promised its loyal subordinates that it will find them a home that is more prosperous than before. Now, its promise has finally been fulfilled!
The blood dyed the ground red, but Kes still grabbed a handful of soil and put it to his nose and sniffed it. It was the smell of his hometown.
Blood!
war!
These are two indispensable words for orcs. Where there is war is their home. As a race that is naturally not regarded by any justice league, orcs have only one way to obtain land, and that is killing.
By killing the original race of the land, they became the new masters of the land.
The sound of people eating voraciously was heard everywhere.
At first it was just the wargs, but soon some gnolls also joined in the devouring. Kes looked at all this, with a rare touch of kindness in his eyes, and said to himself: "Eat more, look at these children, they are all starving and thin."
"Prophet, you seem a little depressed recently. I want to know what happened?" At this moment, a rough voice sounded from the side.
This is a pure orc with green skin, fangs on both sides of his mouth, and a string of decorations like Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. The most eye-catching thing is the huge long sword on his waist. Even though it has not been unsheathed, it still gives people a very cold feeling.
Kers' adopted son, a true warrior.
In the current orc army of more than 100,000 people, the other party is undoubtedly the leader. It can be said that as long as the day comes when Kes dies, the other party will be honored as the chief of the tribe!
The opponent is a sword master.
Although they are few in number, Blademasters are always the elite warriors in the orc tribe.
In the tribe, Kes's adopted son is currently the only swordsman who has been promoted to a legendary one.
Sword Master!
This is a professional who is no weaker than a boxing master.
The opponent is proficient in swordsmanship, and possesses the Wind Step that can compete with the stealth, as well as the mirror move of the ability to clone himself. As for his real trump card, it is Blade Storm.
The opponent will spin at high speed, forming a world with only swords and knives around it. Any creature that gets close will be minced into meat by this horrifying move!
Kesi never married or had children in his life. It can be said that he devoted everything to the tribe in front of him: "Neilu, I feel the danger surrounding me."
"I spied a powerful human force not far away. Those humans will become our enemies. Before that, we need more helpers!"
"I will use my soul power once more to summon the masters of my clan to come and take charge."
The corners of Neilu's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was not very good. Even though many of his subordinates advised him that Kesi was old and his ways were no longer applicable to the current tribe, he should unite some elders in the tribe to put pressure on him, and then give way to him and become the new chief of the tribe.
Neilu was very firm in responding to his subordinates' suggestions. He simply chopped off the other's head with a knife and suppressed the matter.
Kes is his adoptive father, but in the eyes of this legendary strong man, the other party has become an inseparable part of his life. Even though there is no blood relationship, the other party is his father!
The son will not try to seize his father's property. In Neilu's eyes, Kesi is omniscient and knows everything. Even though he has become a legend, he is far behind his father in terms of strategies and methods. Faced with such pressure, he is not ready to become a chief!
"Father, you have already cast the Soul Shackles twice. Each time you block the plane cracks, it will have a fatal impact on your body. Twice is already the limit. If you cast it again, not only will your life span be shortened, but even the path to advancement will be completely blocked. You will never step into the upper level again in your entire life!"
"I know."
Kesi spoke in a normal tone, as if he didn't care about his lifespan and future promotion at all. He hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Neilu, if you live to my age, you will know that living a long life may not be a joy, but a pain. It is not pleasant to watch your loved ones fall and die one after another."
"I am already 139 years old this year. My strength has already reached its peak. There is no possibility of promotion. Before that, I might as well burn for you and the tribe one last time. I will summon a new helper for you. Lanter is a good one. Even though it has the blood of a demon in its body, it is loyal to you after all. This is enough."
"Father… "
There was a red glow in Neilu's eyes. This strong orc had never lost his composure like this before!
"Well, orcs' tears are far more valuable than blood. Don't be sad for me. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature. Besides, even if my soul will be damaged, I can still hold on for a while. I will pave the way for you here."
"Listen, Neilu!" Kes's expression suddenly became calm, and a transparent barrier formed around him, blocking out all the surrounding sounds.
"This land is beyond your and my imagination. Compared with it, the land we had before is like the difference between mud and gold. I want you to stay here and bring a new miracle to me and the tribe!"
"Those antiques will affect your judgment, so just let them fend for themselves in their hometown. I will summon Lant for you. As a brave Tauren warrior, it will become your right-hand man and help you expand to the surrounding areas!"
"I'm old, and I can't be with you forever. One day I will leave. When that time comes, I hope to see a chief who can shoulder the future of the tribe, not Little Neil crying in a corner..."
"I..." Neilu hesitated for a moment, and when he saw Kesi's serious eyes, he nodded vigorously: "Father, don't worry, I will lead my people out of this land and reduce everything around us to slaves. We will become the real kings of this world. I hope you can believe me!"
Chris!
This evil, bloody, meticulous, murderous and ruthless old orc, no matter how terrifying and unpredictable he is in front of other races, he is a completely different person in front of the tribe and his adopted son.
It is like an old man who leaves his will to his children before dying. Even though he is about to die, he still wants to pave the way for his children.
Considering from the perspective of the orcs, Kesi is undoubtedly a true legend, not referring to his realm, but also that his soul has also achieved a certain sublimation.
Kesi has paved the way for Neilu's future. He has decided not to return to his hometown, and therefore, he will not summon other tribesmen as promised before. After using this smuggling technique twice, Kesi's soul has been weakened to the extreme. Therefore, he needs a subordinate who can fully help his adopted son grow the tribe together.
A minotaur named Rant came into its sight.
The opponent is a minotaur with a simple mind and a strong body. Even if he is not up to standard as a think tank, he can perfectly serve as a real warrior!
It will become Neilu's right-hand man and help it conquer the land and slaves here!
As for those old antiques, they were not in Kes' consideration. Even though they were also helpers, their complicated selfish motives would disrupt most of Neilu's plans.
There is no parent in this world who does not love their child. Even if the child is not their biological child, Kess adopted the child when he was three years old and brought him up, doing everything he could to make him become the strongest professional, a swordsman with the power to kill a dragon. His heart and blood cannot be revealed to others in just one or two days.
Kesi took a deep breath, and the rich energy instantly entered his nasal cavity. Kesi was obsessed, like an old smoker who had not seen tobacco for decades.
"The glory of the tribe will bloom here again. Coming from the barren land to where I am today, I have proven my worth to the previous chief. Now, it will be you who will bear the pressure."
"Don't be afraid, always move forward, Neil, you must remember that even if I die one day, my heroic spirit will still be by your side. I will always watch over you and protect you..."
Kesi looked at the face that was still relatively young in his eyes, and a rare smile appeared on his face:
"Remember one thing, the orcs will never be defeated!"
"Because of us, we will never compromise!"
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