Not only rice, but also wheat and other grains are bearing fruit, and even the fish and shrimp in the river have become mature and plump.
The Creator put the vitality of the year to bloom at this time, and the meaning of the cycle of the four seasons can begin to take shape in this season.
Right, meaning.
Autumn is the harvest season and the conclusion of the year.
The problem is not the lulled winter that follows, but autumn itself.
In this season, the amount of harvest you gain determines whether your life will be tight during the long harsh winter.
Similarly, after spring arrives, whether you can still live comfortably in the new year also depends on whether the surplus grain from last autumn can be used as capital to allow you to continue living.
In other words, if you screw up in the fall, the rest of the year and next year will not be easy for you.
Of course, this principle does not apply to humans, and many people would even sneer at it.
Subsidies from the state, assistance from relatives and friends, and various professionals who can live comfortably without farming have been spawned by developed business, so that the impact of harvest on life is no longer too important.
If there is a famine due to a lack of food harvest in an area, humans can completely transport food from areas with a good harvest for trading and sharing, and exchange what they have. But this is only for humans.
The orcs deeply understand the importance of autumn. If the crops they plant and the livestock in the pasture fail to meet expectations during this season, or if the number of family members increases slightly, food consumption will be difficult to keep up with the supply of the harvest.
Lack of food will naturally make them hungry and dissatisfied. What's more, orcs' appetites are usually much larger than humans, so their demand for food is also even greater.
Other races may not understand:
Why is this race that already has wisdom and knowledge of farming and breeding still so poor and barbaric?
Perhaps the chaotic, savage racial nature of the orcs is the answer.
The orcs who have been hungry and irrational all year round have caused various riots. The leader who cannot fill the stomachs of his people is executed by the angry people because he is suspected of stealing food in exchange for property. In the eyes of the orcs, it is nothing more than a common thing.
Their complex clans and beliefs make them like a piece of scattered sand, and even the orc race without a unified official language is weak.
But just like the heroic biographies sung by bards, there will always be certain characters who turn everything around and create an epic chapter that is well-known to everyone.
Yes, a legendary figure appeared at this time.
That being changed everything. He made the rebellious orcs surrender one by one, and finally created an incredible empire.
Starting from a small or medium-sized Khajiit group, they continued to conquer and accept the orc allies of all races, and made a unified covenant to connect the chaotic and fragmented orc territory into one.
The orcs who stubbornly resisted or did not recognize his rule were often exterminated or reduced to slaves for generations.
An agreement cannot truly restrain the unruly orcs, nor can it restrain the orc leaders who have not rebelled against the covenant:
After seeing his infinite ambition, a wolf-headed human leader named "Claw" wanted to break away from his control or... seize his power. However, he did not expect that his cronies had already killed him before the rebellion even started.
Unintentionally exposed.
The great man did not punish the elites of the wolf-headed human race who planned to participate in the rebellion. Instead, he entertained them with a meal that night - a meal that included the flesh and blood of their clan leader.
From then on, the clans under his command were as solid as a rock and never wavered again.
He is the one who best understands the nature of orcs. Morality and dogma cannot tame beasts. Only absolute violence can control violence.
Therefore, this great and cruel figure completed a miracle in his lifetime, integrating the orcs, a race that had been regarded as beasts by the world, through war.
This legendary existence was embraced by the orcs as the Orc King, a hybrid king born from a half-elf and a tiger-man.
The first unified orc empire in history appeared, and the founders named it after the war god Sharjah they believed in.
Sharjah Empire, the kingdom of the God of War, the empire of the orcs.
However, the establishment of the empire is only the beginning.
When the orcs ushered in autumn again, they began to run out of food again.
This empire named after the God of War would naturally not let its warriors still suffer from hunger.
The orcs at that time were like a hungry pauper, but they had a sharp knife in their hands. They were not stupid enough to take the knife to a pawn shop in exchange for their last dinner, but instead robbed the seemingly wealthy neighbors on the street.
That's right, with the powerful combat power generally possessed by orcs, as well as the huge geographical area and number of races.
This great empire that completed the integration of forces became one of the most powerful countries in the world.
And the next step is to open up a new battlefield for them - to declare war on all other races.
When the orcs were no longer scattered, knowledgeable people from other races realized the threat of the orcs. They once wanted to destroy this newly formed empire with an unstable foundation to prevent the emergence of a new hegemonic force.
However, the legendary Orc King used iron fist to make their efforts in vain. In the end, these wise men failed to prevent the rise of the Sharjah Empire.
After recuperating for several years, the Sharjah Empire, led by the Orc King, launched a frantic plunder of the territory and resources of this continent.
At its peak, the Sharjah Empire once controlled one-third of the continent's territory.
After the first generation of the Orc King died of illness, his successors intensified their efforts to wage war.
A large number of weak races were annexed or wiped out by it. Even if they were lucky enough to escape the genocide, they had to leave their hometowns and abandon their original homes in order to protect themselves.
However, the orcs' seemingly unified interior is still unstable.
The rule of the Sharjah Empire is maintained by the lineage of the Beastman King, and the generals of each territory only submit to the Beastman King.
As a mixed race, the first generation of orc princes did not have many heirs, just one boy and two girls, and the next generation of orc kings did not have heirs until their later years.
Low reproductive capacity has always been a common problem among racial hybrids. The ties that maintain this huge empire are so fragile, which is what worries the top orcs.
When the Orc King passed to the fourth generation, this thing that worried the empire finally happened:
The fourth generation Beastman King was assassinated while traveling around the empire.
The person who assassinated him was a night elf. The night elf used a poisonous crossbow to end the life of this king who had not yet accomplished anything.
But the orc guards who were responsible for protecting the orc king at that time failed to catch the assassin in the end.
Who is the assassin?
Who sent this assassin?
These questions have no follow-up. There are many people who want to take the life of the Orc King. It is better to say that this assassin has accomplished a feat - killing the Orc King.
But for the high-ranking nobles of the Sharjah Empire, this matter was insignificant compared to another matter.
What is really important is that the young, strong, and ambitious Orc King passed away before he could leave any heirs.
And this fourth generation of Orc King has no replacement brothers and sisters, which means that the only orthodox line of Orc King in Sharjah has been cut off.
At the same time, the orc tribe, which had long been dissatisfied with being bound by the rules of a unified empire, began to make moves.
This forced the Sharjah Empire, which was originally planning to challenge the other two powerful enemies - humans and elves, to put away its minions and begin to pacify those "restless" beings internally.
However, other races did not miss this great opportunity, and they formed an alliance to launch a counterattack against the orcs.
The orc army, which had chaotic command and an overly long front line, began to rout under the counterattack of other racial alliances. The Sharjah Empire, which suffered huge losses, finally began to split and decline, and a large number of orc tribes separated from the empire.
As a result, the once unified orc world is no longer there, and the orc race's sphere of influence has been forced to shrink.
Although the glory of the orcs has gradually faded away, the terror they caused to the world has not diminished.
They still adhere to the centuries-old tradition of supplying themselves through external plunder, and the countries located on the borders of the orcs' influence still suffer from their infringement.
"Pobolun, have you caught those two cubs?"
As a wolf-headed man, Nushar Bakgashi has oily fur that can be waterproof. The dark fur can also make it easier for him to sneak in the darkness of the jungle, and the thick and long wolf fur is no worse than the tough skin.
Yu Yi's fine leather armor makes him invulnerable.
There was a ferocious scar on his long and wide wolf face, as if someone had struck it hard with an axe.
But it was indeed the case. It was a human warrior who struck his head with a tomahawk from behind, splitting his scalp directly. However, the ax got stuck in his thick skull, and he turned around and bit it off.
The man's neck.
"We caught one, but there was another one who ran too fast and we didn't catch it. Apparently that kid was very familiar with this jungle. He jumped into a hole and disappeared."
Popolun is Nursha's adjutant, and naturally he is also a wolf-headed man.
He immediately looked short when standing next to Nursha. Although Popolun's size should be considered average among wolf-headed people, it is rare for a giant wolf like Nursha to be more than two meters tall.
Snap!
Like a flash of lightning, Nursha's claws struck at Popolun's Tianling Cap.
Popolun had no time to dodge before he was slapped down in the mud with his palm. The wolf-headed warriors who were so startled that they were lurking around couldn't help but look here a few more times, and then there was a burst of boos.
"Trash! Why don't you keep chasing?! Do you understand how troublesome it would be to let one of you escape?"
Popolun was knocked to the ground face down, with his nose stuck in the mud. This was not a good experience for a race like wolf-headed people with a good sense of smell. He managed to cover his head
His face jumped up from the ground and he spit out the bad-tasting grass roots and mud in his mouth before he could answer Nursha's question:
"Sir Nursha, the cave is too small for the brothers to enter, and the humidity is too heavy now and the smell is not obvious, so we can't find him."
"That kid should be from a nearby village. If he goes back, he will definitely expose our actions."
Nursha was quite satisfied with Popolun's explanation and did not continue to blame him. However, he was still very dissatisfied with the result of letting a human being escape.
"Now let the brothers get ready, we are going to start immediately - start our hunting."
Nursha let out a wolf howl, and the surrounding wolf-headed men also began to howl in excitement. They were already gearing up for the next feast, eager to try it. The birds and beasts in the entire forest were frightened by the high roar and ran away.
"Then what should we do with this little kid we caught?"
Popolon pointed at the human child tied up with canes. This human seemed to be able to become a warrior in a few years...that is, the "threat" in the future.
"Oh? This..."
Nursha walked up to the human and sniffed it with his sensitive nose. The smell of excrement made him frown. It was obvious that the man had been frightened to the point of incontinence. Seeing Nursha’s huge and ferocious body
The wolf's head came close to him, and the half-grown child couldn't help but scream in fear, but he could only choke because his mouth was sealed.
"Haha! What a poor little guy."
Nursa was very satisfied with this human's reaction. Popolun also came to him and asked: "How to deal with him, Master Nursa?"
"Just like we met before, do as you like, Popollen."
"Thank you, sir."
Popolun grabbed the cane, followed by two wolf-headed men. He dragged the prisoner who was struggling like a worm and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
Nursha turned around, wiped his bone-handled waist knife, and whistled, and the wolf-headed men who had been hiding in the shadows began to appear one after another.
The eyes of these wild hunters were filled with bloodlust and greed, and they knew that their leader was finally going to take them to do what they had been patiently doing for a long time.
"Let's go! Start the 'hunt'!"
Difenni Village, conference room.
"Everyone, I summoned you here urgently. Something big has happened."
The mayor of Dundee sat at the head of the village with a cane. The long conference table made up of several old square tables was already crowded with people.
Because they were in a hurry and not enough chairs were prepared, many people still stood. However, most of the people attending the meeting were young and strong men, and only a few were elderly people who were quite prestigious in the village.
"What on earth is going on that requires us to be summoned?"
A sturdy man sitting on a chair was the first to ask. This question was not only what this man wanted to ask, but also the doubts of everyone present.
"Come out... don't be afraid, kid, no one will hurt you here."
The mayor of Dundee knocked on the floor with his cane, and a woman came out from the cubicle with a child.
The woman's eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously cried loudly, while the child was still twitching and crying.
"Jack!?"
The adults below naturally recognized the two people. The child was Jack, and the woman was Jack's mother. Jack, a well-known troublemaker in the village, had always caused them trouble.
"This... village chief, what happened?"
At first glance, it seems that this troublemaker has caused trouble again. It should be a family matter of Jack's family, but if it is just such a trivial matter, how can it be brought to the village meeting?
"This child met an orc in the back mountain."
The village chief Dundee originally wanted Jack to explain the situation in person, but looking at the way he looked now, it was obvious that he could not even speak half a sentence, so he had to explain himself.
"To be precise, he just escaped from the orcs."
"What?"
"Orcs, oh my God!"
"How could it be possible? There are orcs. Those guys shouldn't be here!"
…
People talked a lot, the conference room was noisy, and finally a unified voice was born:
"Village Chief, could it be that this bastard Jack lied to us?"
As one person asked the question, others responded and expressed their agreement.
"Yes, village chief, how can that boy Jack's words be trusted?"
"Jack said last time that he didn't know from the prophet that there would be a big flood in the village next to ours! What happened? The rivers were all dry and I didn't see the flood coming. It was so bad that I harvested the wheat early and lost a lot of money.
Pen."
"Yes, yes, and what happened last time..."
Questions kept coming, and the adults began to dig up Jack's old scores. Obviously, the weight of Jack's words in their eyes was not as low as usual.
"No...no..."
The voice was very small at first, and people ignored it. They then criticized Jack's daily behavior and seemed to enjoy it.
"No! I, I didn't lie!"
But in the end, the sound became louder and louder, and then turned into a roar, silencing the entire audience.
"I'm not lying! I went to the back mountain with Blainey today to dig out the beehives, and then we met those monsters!"
The owner of the voice was roaring and choking, suppressing the doubtful voices of everyone present.
"Since yesterday, have any of the people who went to the back mountain come back?! We saw them...their bodies...and then we ran away all the way. I finally escaped back."
Jack blushed and yelled at everyone with his hoarse voice, making those people shut up.
"I...escaped back..."
Jack repeated these words, his eyes lifeless. As if he had exhausted all his strength just now, he fell to his knees on the ground. His mother quickly hugged him, but she couldn't help crying.
"What about Blaney and the others?"
Someone asked carefully.
"No more..."
Jack fell into his mother's arms, his voice hoarse and weak.