The night is low and the moon and stars are scarce.
The mountains and forests are filled with a strong smell of blood.
"waaaaaaaaagh!"
The orc's roar disturbed the birds in the forest and shattered the silence of the night.
A huge figure with a height of five meters suddenly uprooted the pine tree around him, and rushed towards the enemy in front of him like an invincible king kong.
boom!
The coercion and air waves ravaged the forest like tides, and blood mixed with mud splashed everywhere.
After forcing the enemy back with one blow, Sak hugged the blood-stained pine tree, and shouted at his companions behind him without looking back:
"You go first!"
After saying this, the majestic orc picked up the thick pine tree in his hand again, and swung it up again.
boom!
The trunk of the pine tree exploded, and a giant ax slashed straight at Sac's forehead with endless power.
Sac roared wildly, advancing instead of retreating, and rushed forward with his whole body.
The orc on the opposite side obviously didn't expect Sak to be so crazy, and the expression on his face was stunned. By the time he wanted to change his tactics, it was already a bit late.
Boom!
Amidst the huge muffled sound, Sak knocked his opponent into the air, then raised his iron fist and smashed down with one punch after another.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
His field of vision was gradually covered in blood, and reason was receding from Sak's mind, replaced by endless madness and the desire to kill.
He went berserk.
From this moment on, the smell of blood in the forest suddenly became stronger.
…
I do not know how long it has been.
When Sac regained consciousness, he only felt a burst of weakness.
After lying on the ground for a long time, he struggled to stand up.
Surrounded by mutilated corpses, some are from hostile tribes, and of course there are also those from the Black Fang tribe to which he belongs...
After the death of the orc emperor Saruman, the newly established Third Orc Empire really fell apart.
The conflicts between the various tribes broke out again without being suppressed, especially those tribes that were severely damaged in the Battle of the Loire Valley, and became the key targets of hunting and suppression by hostile tribes.
The Black Fang tribe that Sak belongs to is one of them.
Sometimes Sark doesn't understand why orcs can't restrain their internal struggles like humans.
But now is not the time to think about this kind of problem. Sac knows that he can't stay here for a long time, and must find his tribe companions as soon as possible.
So, with pain all over his body, he carefully searched for the clues left by his companion in the forest, and chased after him all the way.
In the darkest hour before dawn, Sac finally caught up with his companions.
It's just that when he arrived, the atmosphere here was extremely depressing.
"What's wrong?"
"Zack? You... your father... died."
This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly causing Sac, who had just escaped from death, to fall into the endless abyss again.
Because this not only means that Sac has lost his last relative, but also means that the Black Fang tribe has lost their last shaman!
The status and function of shaman among orcs is similar to that of priest among humans.
They are not combat classes, but they are vital.
On the one hand, the shaman maintains the tribal belief, which is the spiritual cohesion of the tribe, and more importantly, the birth of the orc skull crusher requires a transformation ceremony hosted by the shaman.
An orc tribe without a shaman means that the tribe loses the ability to communicate with the gods, and even loses the possibility of giving birth to the Skull Crusher.
The Blackfang Horde has no future.
Sac came to his father's body in a trance, knelt down on the ground with a puff, his eyes were blank and empty, as if he couldn't even make a sad expression.
The twilight of the morning sun tore away the darkness covering the earth little by little, and brought light back to the world.
There was another roar from the depths of the forest.
The pursuit of the hostile tribe is imminent.
Under such circumstances, those members of the Black Fang tribe who had completely lost confidence in their future quietly left one after another.
Only Sac was still staring blankly at his father's body, motionless, as if he had become a puppet sculpture.
Near noon, the more than one hundred orc warriors who had survived from the Black Fang tribe who had gathered here had all disappeared.
But the forest suddenly fell silent.
Perhaps the fleeing clansmen lured away the pursuers.
But Sak has no intention of paying attention to these things. At this time, he is ashamed, and even hopes that the enemy will find him sooner, so that he can die happily after one final fight.
Perhaps because he heard his inner voice, the footsteps were getting closer.
However, it is not the footsteps of a group of orcs, but only one.
Sac still didn't respond, until the figure came to him and said:
"Want revenge?"
Hearing this sentence, Sak's eyes finally had a gleam of brilliance. He raised his head stiffly, looked at the human being who suddenly appeared in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Mr.
"Sir? I've heard about you..."
"Want revenge?"
"think!"
"Very good." Mr. Yu nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to the dead body of Sac's father, and said, "Then open his chest and take out the heart."
Sac suddenly clenched his fists, and his eyes became dangerous.
But in the next moment, the terrifying coercion of the paladin instantly enveloped him, making him unable to move at all.
Mr. Ji's indifferent voice sounded again:
"Don't overestimate yourself. If I want to kill you, or humiliate your father, I don't need to go to such trouble. So, I will give you another chance.
If you want revenge, do as I tell you. "
Sac's breathing became rapid, and his eyes turned red, as if he was about to go berserk.
But shrouded in Mr. Zhe's aura as deep as the sea, Sak finally calmed down gradually.
"You... how to help me avenge?" Sac spoke again, his attitude softened a lot.
Mr. Ji seemed a little impatient, but he still said one more sentence:
"You won't understand my method even if I explain it to you. However, what I can tell you is that Saruman's promotion to the sanctuary is actually inseparable from our help."
Sac's eyes finally lit up, and he asked in an unbelievable but expectant tone:
"Can you help me achieve the Sanctuary?"
Mr. Xi didn't say anything, he didn't know if he didn't bother to answer this question, or he was a little guilty and didn't dare to promise.
He just stared at Sak with indifferent eyes, as if he had almost exhausted his last bit of patience.
Although he didn't get a positive response, Sac's gaze gradually became firmer.
Because, he has nowhere to go.
Apart from being promoted to the Sanctuary, there seemed to be no other way to save the Black Fang Tribe, and even the Orc Empire.
Even if this human paladin has other plans, Sak has no choice but is willing to take a gamble.
"Okay! Please help me!"
As soon as the words fell, Mr. Ji's aura instantly subsided.
After regaining mobility, Sac didn't hesitate anymore, took out the dagger from his waist, and cut open his father's chest!
(end of this chapter)