Qasim Sala is feeding meat to the leader's mount.
For the orc tribes in the vast grassland area, there is no shortage of fresh meat.
Even orcs with evil nature would not kill wild beasts wantonly.
Only when a large number of living animals are needed for sacrifice will their ferocious and cruel nature be revealed.
But more often than not, they don't choose beasts.
Instead, the human beings on the opposite side of the towering mountains were the main objects of plunder and sacrifice.
Qasimsala also thought about joining the tribe's expeditionary force.
It's not that the other orc armies have enough drinks.
For the alcoholic orcs in this world, it has an indescribable attraction.
Unfortunately, it is not that strong, nor does it have the beliefs that meet the relevant characteristics.
This is the norm:
No matter which plane they are in, the weak have no chance to show their evil will.
The warg, whose fur was groomed until its fur was shiny, happily ate the meat thrown in by Qasimsala.
When the leader is not out hunting, his dinner is served like this.
Qasimsala looked at the warg who was eating, with a bit of joy in his eyes.
He likes strong guys like this.
Wargs with such a physique are the best companions and comrades of the orcs.
Qasim Sala has a good relationship with it.
By this time, it was already getting dark.
Qasimsala leaned against the pillar of the animal pen, her orange eyes reflecting the sky that was gradually filled with starlight outside.
The continuous war between orcs and humans does not seem to have any impact on it and its tribe.
They are not powerful enough, nor evil enough.
And the relatively weak humans have never invaded the hinterland of the orcs.
"I have to go."
Looking at the sky, Qasimsala seemed to have thought of something.
It said hello to the warg who was eating, then got up and left.
The warg snorted in response, as if he understood.
Stepping into the night, Qasimsala walked through the tribe that was gradually shrouded in darkness.
Outside the tribe, beside a bright bonfire, an old orc was grilling meat.
It is Kasim Sara's adoptive father, a hybrid orc.
Sometimes, Qasimsala also feels strange.
How could its adoptive father, a mixed-blood orc with orc and human blood, survive in this small tribe in the hinterland of the orc camp?
Instead of being taken away by those cultists or bloodline fanatics, becoming slaves or accepting a more bleak fate.
The arrival of Qasimsala did not make his adoptive father raise his head.
It just roasted its own pieces of meat silently, its eyes focused and peaceful.
After the fat is sizzling, the whole piece of meat is grilled to a certain brown color.
The adoptive father cut off a piece with a knife and tasted it:
"The heat has come, Qasimsala."
It said so.
The cloudy eyes like amber stared at the lonely starry sky with some indescribable meaning.
Qasimsala took the dagger from her adoptive father's hand without knowing why.
It cut off the roast and ate a piece.
The taste was worse than expected, and the meat didn't feel good at all.
Perhaps, it belongs to some plague-stricken beast?
But my adoptive father is very good at his craftsmanship.
Even with this kind of meat, it was barely roasted enough to fit into your stomach.
"Are you ready to become a king?"
Suddenly, the adoptive father lowered his head.
Its gaze falls from the sky, just like the night lights meeting here.
For a moment, Qasimsala was confused.
The pronunciation of "King" is extremely unique in the vocabulary of the orcs.
There are even no other words with similar pronunciation.
Therefore, there is no case where the adoptive father is wrong.
So, Qasimsala lowered his head and started looking for the wine barrel.
Maybe, my adoptive father drank four barrels today?
Its alcohol content is only about one barrel...
At this moment, Qasimsala felt her adoptive father's hand on her shoulder.
Calm and powerful, as always.
He doesn't look like a drunk orc at all.
"The path chosen by ***Co-Schaefer is destined to be abandoned by the times."
"My child, you must remember: your veins flow with the blood of the great warrior Danilo Axeblade Chief."
"It has never been sacred, but it should shoulder the mission of provoking the fate of this race."
"It is a yoke..."
The adoptive father said in a deep voice.
"Now, it's time to call on our allies."
"Like the ancient poem, we once again unite under the banner of the claw for the fate of the orcs."
Following his adoptive father's voice, Qasimsala saw the sky suddenly become dark and the "bright" horizon.
Its pupils suddenly contracted, as if it were staring at a great being that could not be seen directly.
"It...is our ally?"
Qasimsala looked at his adoptive father, his tone a little dry.
"……No."
The adoptive father was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"It seems that the trouble caused by the evil god is more serious than he expected..."
The adoptive father murmured.
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Yi Xia is moving forward.
Behind him, the grassland withered, showing a huge withered area filled with dark ash.
Some orc cavalry were chasing him from a distance.
Before they dared to move forward, there were already thousands of orcs who paid expensive tickets.
The sky-reaching firelight dispersed the pitch-black night.
The breath of death lingers on the earth.
The density of tribes, large and small, in the orc territory.
Some of it exceeded Yi Xia's expectations.
Of course, this has something to do with the fact that the "straight line" drawn on the map where he is located traverses the entire hinterland of the orc territory.
"Woo!"
There were orcs in the distance, blowing the trombone representing the top disaster.
The thick and sharp sound pierced the sky, causing commotion in the surrounding area.
Along the way, such sounds accompanied Yi Xia.
It was as if the orc had specially customized "welcome music" for him.
Yi Xia's progress was very fast, and he kept flying at a low altitude.
The sea of flames stretching underneath seemed to be the support entrusted to him.
Yi Xia did not let the flames spread.
Along the way, he saw the scenery of the orc territory.
It is not as dark and brutal as imagined, and it is not as developed as imagined.
Unlike cultists who already make extensive use of fel energy and magical hybrid weapons and devices, a large number of orc tribes are still in a relatively primitive and savage condition.
Some of them exude the smell of blood and killing, while others look like a poor herding tribe.
If Yi Xia happened to pass by, he would throw a fireball at the tribe in front of him.
If it was the latter, they would just pass by.
He needs to kill to gain general experience, but he will not lose his inner principles for this.
When he saw a female orc sheltering her child behind her and facing him with a trembling body
He recognized that these orcs had a "human" element.
It is higher than good and evil, but it cannot separate good and evil.
No matter which one it was, Yi Xia, an orc tribe that exuded the aura of killing, did not let go of any of them.
Enlightenment is not something that Zhan Wu is familiar with...
At the end of the "straight line" drawn by Yi Xia, there is a dark wetland like a swamp.
A large number of wild orcs gathered together.
They all stared with fanatical eyes at the giant egg in front of them that exuded some kind of sacred and evil aura.
They know that God is coming!
Even if it fails to show one ten thousandth of His majestic body.
But in this dark world, it is undoubtedly the supreme glory.
They are looking forward to God destroying the cruel giant...
This chapter has been completed!