"So, are you willing to cooperate with me, humans, to face the gods together?" Lin Fan said in a deep voice, "Or are you afraid?"
The chief was silent.
Afraid?
suddenly.
He and the shaman laughed at the same time.
Afraid?
"I, the orc, have never been afraid!" The chief laughed so wildly that he almost burst into tears. "My world has become like this, and all my descendants have become slaves... I, the orc clan, have nothing to lose!"
"Humans, I've finally waited for you!"
"In this world, apart from my orc clan, it turns out that there are other races that are not afraid of the gods and are willing to fight the gods head-on!"
"Humans, you are qualified to be our comrades!"
At this last moment when all the orcs are about to become slaves, they finally have a powerful, equally unyielding comrade who is willing to face the gods!
The old chief laughed loudly and looked at the young man in front of him with a knife in his left hand and a handshake with his right hand.
Looking at the young man's actions, he seemed to understand the attitude of the human race.
The tall orc chief slowly walked up to Lin Fan, slowly knelt down on one knee, looked at Lin Fan's level, stretched out his rough, broad, and scarred huge hand and grasped Lin Fan's right hand.
This weather-beaten tall orc said word by word: "I would like to represent the orc clan and unite with you!"
Two completely different hands, one big and one small, hold each other tightly.
This is the first handshake between the two races!
The first handshake between orcs and humans!
The morning sun gradually pours down, the warm sunshine spreads, and the light shines on the world, sweeping away the darkness of the world.
At this moment, under the invasion of gods, two completely different races chose to join forces!
The orc chief and shaman were both in tears, and the three of them had the same fire in their eyes!
But then, the orc chief suddenly sighed: "It's just now...even if we are willing to join forces with you, but...in the orc clan, we are the only two old guys left who are still holding on to the dignity of the orcs. My descendants are all
Became a slave of the gods."
"That's why I'm here." Lin Fan said solemnly: "I, the human race, must first help you regain your homeland, shatter your faith in the gods, and liberate this plane, before we can fight side by side with your orcs."
The orc chief's eyes lit up: "How can you help?"
"A song!" Lin Fan said straightforwardly: "I heard that the spirit of the plane...that is, the will of the world like you said that there is a song. As long as that song is sung again, the blood of the orcs will boil, and they will
Still an orc who never surrenders!"
"That song is profound, ancient and primitive!"
"That's the war song of you orcs!"
"I searched all over the world but couldn't find the music score, so I found you." Lin Fan said solemnly: "As the orcs who survived the fight with the gods, you must be able to sing that song, right?"
The two elderly orcs were silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
"That song has already penetrated deeply into our bones and integrated into our blood."
"That's great." Lin Fan said excitedly: "Sing it quickly, sing it, and the orcs in this world will no longer be slaves!"
The two old orcs looked ugly. Finally, the orc chief sighed: "If we could sing it, we would have sung it long ago."
"What do you mean?" Lin Fan was stunned for a moment: "Don't you know how?"
"Of course we will. I still can't forget the war song of the orcs. I once roared and sang that war song and rushed towards the gods in the sky...that beautiful, heroic and unprecedented song."
The orc chief looked nostalgically, as if he had once again seen the scene where he led millions of orcs to fight against the gods hundreds of years ago.
But then, he shook his head and said: "But now, I am too old... I can no longer roar like before, and the shaman is too old."
"Furthermore, the real orc war song is far beyond what two orcs can sing."
Lin Fan was silent, then he seemed to have thought of something and raised his head again: "Then you guys teach me! I'm young and I can sing!"
"Did you know you didn't find the score of that song?" The orc chief looked at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was stunned for a moment: "Destroyed by the gods?"
"No." The chief sighed, "There is no score for the orc war song."
"That's the song of life, that's an unrestrained and brilliant song, that's a song that comes from love and unyielding."
"That is the anger of the orcs, the love of the orcs, the laughter of the orcs, and the roar of the orcs."
"That's a ballad without a score."
"It's just a song that you can't learn, it's something you're born with. What's more, you are a human being, not even an orc."
Lin Fan was stunned for a while. After a long time, Lin Fan looked at the rising sun and said with an ugly face: "Then... it's over."
The last hope was shattered before my eyes!
I found the surviving chief and shaman and communicated with them, but... they could no longer sing that song, and that song was not a song that could be learned!
"Huh?" The chief didn't react: "What's the end?"
"Today should be the last day of this world." Lin Fan patted the orc chief on the shoulder: "Enjoy the sunrise. This should be the last time the sun rises in this world."
"What?" The chief looked confused: "What do you mean?"
Lin Fan said softly: "Today is my deadline as a human messenger. The orcs and humans are going to war today."
"Either the orcs invade my world and then the entire army is annihilated."
"Or, the human army rushes in and destroys the world."
"In short, after today, this world will be gone."
As soon as these words came out, the chief's face changed drastically. He looked at Lin Fan suddenly and roared: "Don't you, the human race, want to communicate with us? How..."
"I hope to fight side by side with you." Lin Fan sighed, "But you have to understand that we are short of time now, and I cannot risk the safety of 140 million compatriots."
Just a moment.
The orc chief who had just shaken hands with Lin Fan suddenly stood up, picked up the rusty giant ax, and smashed it down with a roar!
"How dare you human race..."
But the next moment, before the giant ax fell, the sound suddenly stopped.
"boom!"
"puff!"
The rusty giant ax flew away from his hand. The orc chief, who was already old and had just fought with Lin Fan, had trembling hands and could no longer hold the giant ax!
The shaman also wanted to blow the horn, but this time, as soon as he blew it, blood spurted out of his mouth!
They no longer even have the strength to fight.
Lin Fan sighed, silently helped up the two old orcs, and sat on the ground side by side with them.
"If you were a human race and found a plane that already believed in gods, you would make the same choice as me." Lin Fan sighed: "Enjoy the last sunrise."
The orc chief sat on the stone blankly, looking at the gorgeous sunrise in front of him. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Seeing all the orcs become slaves of the gods... Maybe it's not bad for this world to be destroyed by you like this.
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"At least they died as soldiers before they died."
"It's a pity that I can never hear that song again."
The shaman also sighed and said nothing.
Two old orcs and a skinny human sat side by side, quietly admiring the last sunrise at this moment when the world was about to be destroyed.
And the other side.
In the darkness of the early morning, while Lin Fan was fighting two old orcs.
In the white hall, candlelight was bright.
"Whoosh, whoosh".
Wearing white heavy armor and leading the Temple Guard Knights, Gurka stepped forward and suddenly knelt down towards the back of the hall: "High Priest, the time has come!"
"The Knights Templar have been practicing day and night and are now ready for battle!"
"In the past twenty days, those orcs have also been watching the information of that world day and night. They now have an understanding of that world!"
"Order, High Priest, gather all the orcs and conquer that world!"
"Let us fight for God!"
His eyes were full of devout faith and enthusiasm for serving God!
The war for God is so exciting!
Under the changing light of candlelight, the high priest wearing a white holy robe slowly turned around and nodded slowly: "It's time."
"Gurka, I order you in the name of God to gather all members of the Temple Guard Knights!"
"In addition, gather all the orcs who are viewing the information and prepare for battle!"
"When everyone gathers and forms a battle formation, we can form a large army, join the tigers among the sheep, and conquer those weak humans!"
The high priest slowly raised the exquisite scepter in his hand that symbolized the gods, and said loudly: "The time has come to conquer the plane for the gods! As a believer of the gods, this will be the supreme glory!"
