Chapter 275 Is It Our Ally? Maybe Not (Update 1!)

Chapter 275 Is it our ally? Maybe not... (Update 1!)

Kasimsala is feeding meat to the leader's mount.

For the orc tribe with a vast grassland area, fresh meat is not in short supply.

Even the orcs with evil nature will not slaughter wild beasts at will.

Only when a large number of living creatures are needed for sacrifice will they show their hideous and brutal nature.

But more often, they will not choose wild beasts.

Instead, they will take the humans on the other side of the towering mountains as the main objects of plunder and sacrifice.

Kasimsala also thought about joining the tribe's expeditionary force.

It's not for anything else - the orc army has enough wine.

For the orcs who generally love alcohol in this world, it has an indescribable attraction.

Unfortunately, it is not that strong, and does not have the beliefs that meet the relevant characteristics.

This is the norm:

No matter which plane, the weak have no chance to show their evil will.

The wolf, whose fur was combed to a shiny finish, happily nibbled the meat that Kasimsara had put out.

When the leader did not go out hunting, it had its dinner like this.

Kasimsara looked at the wolf eating, and his eyes revealed a bit of joy.

It liked this kind of strong guy.

A wolf with such a physique is the best friend and comrade of the orcs.

Kasimsara had a good relationship with it.

At this time, the sky was already a little dark.

Kasimsara leaned against the pillar of the animal pen, and in his orange eyes, he reflected the sky outside, which was gradually emitting some stars.

The long-lasting war between orcs and humans did not seem to have any effect on it and its tribe.

They were not strong enough, nor were they evil enough.

And the relatively weak humans had never invaded the heartland of the orcs.

"I have to go."

Looking at the sky, Kasimsara seemed to have thought of something.

It greeted the wolf that was eating, and then stood up and left.

The wolf responded with a snort, as if it understood.

Walking in the night, Kasimsara passed through the tribe that was gradually shrouded in darkness.

Outside the tribe, beside a bright bonfire, an old orc was roasting meat.

It was Kasimsara's adopted father, a half-blood orc.

Sometimes, Kasimsara also felt very strange.

How could its adopted father, a half-blood orc with orc and human blood, survive in this small tribe in the heart of the orc camp.

Instead of being taken away by those cultists or blood fanatics, becoming a slave or accepting a more miserable fate.

Kasimsara's arrival did not make his adopted father look up.

It just roasted its own piece of meat silently, with a focused and peaceful look.

After the fat sizzled and the whole piece of meat was roasted to a certain brown color.

The foster father cut off a piece with a knife and tasted it:

"It's ready, Kasimsara."

It said so.

Its cloudy eyes, like amber, stared at the lonely starry sky, with some unspeakable meaning.

Kasimsara took the dagger from the foster father's hand without knowing why.

It cut the roasted meat and ate a piece.

The taste was worse than expected. This piece of meat felt bad.

Maybe it belonged to a beast that was plagued?

But the foster father's craftsmanship was very good.

Even with such meat, it was roasted to be barely edible.

"Are you ready to become the king?"

Suddenly, the foster father lowered his head.

Its eyes fell from the sky, like the night light converging here.

For a moment, Kasimsara was a little confused.

The pronunciation of the word "king" in the orcs' vocabulary is extremely unique.

There is even no other word with a similar pronunciation.

So, naturally, there is no situation where the foster father said it wrong.

So, Kasimsara lowered his head and began to look for a wine barrel.

Maybe, the adoptive father drank four barrels today?

Its alcohol capacity is only about one barrel...

At this moment, Kasimsara felt the adoptive father's hand on his shoulder.

Calm and powerful, as usual.

Not like a drunk orc at all.

"The path chosen by Ladenko Schaefer is destined to be abandoned by the times."

"Child, you must remember: your veins flow with the blood of the great warrior-Chief Danilo-Axe Blade."

"It has never been sacred, but it should shoulder the mission of provoking the fate of this race."

"It is a shackle..."

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 beast's claws for the fate of the orcs."

As the adoptive father spoke, Kasimsara saw the sky that suddenly became deep and the "bright" horizon.

Its pupils suddenly contracted, as if staring at a great existence that could not be looked at directly.

"It...is our ally?"

Kasimsala 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, presenting a huge withered area filled with dark ash.

Some orc cavalry were chasing him from a distance.

They didn't dare to move forward - before that, thousands of orcs had paid expensive tickets for this.

The sky-high flames dispelled the dark night.

The breath of death lingered on the earth.

In the orc territory, the density of tribes of all sizes was higher.

Some exceeded Yi Xia's expectations.

Of course, this had something to do with the "straight line" drawn on the map where he was, which crossed the entire hinterland of the orc territory.

"Woo!"

In the distance, an orc blew a trumpet representing the top disaster.

The heavy and sharp sound cut through the sky, causing waves of commotion around.

Along the way, such sounds accompanied Yi Xia.

It was as if the orcs had specially customized "welcome music" for him.

Yi Xia's forward speed was very fast, and he kept flying at a low altitude.

The endless sea of ​​fire below seemed to be entrusted to him.

Yi Xia did not let the flames spread.

Along the way, he saw the scenery of the orc territory.

It was not as dark and brutal as he had imagined, nor as developed as he had imagined.

Unlike the cultists who had already used a large number of evil energy, magic mixed weapons and devices, a large number of orc tribes were still in a relatively primitive and barbaric situation.

Some of them exuded a bloody killing atmosphere, while others were like a poor herding tribe.

If Yi Xia happened to pass by, he would throw a fireball at the tribe in front.

As for the latter, he would just pass by.

He needed to kill to gain general experience, but he would not lose his principles for this.

When he saw a female orc sheltering her child behind her and trembling in front of him,

he recognized that these orcs had "human" elements.

It was higher than good and evil, but it could not separate good and evil.

No matter which one it was, Yi Xia did not let go of any orc tribe that exuded a killing atmosphere.

Education, that is not something that the war witch is familiar with...

At the end of the "straight line" drawn by Yi Xia, in a dark wetland like a swamp.

A large number of wild orcs gathered together.

They all stared at the giant egg in front of them with fanatical eyes, which exuded a certain sacred and evil aura.

They knew that God would come!

Even if it failed to show one ten-thousandth of His majestic body.

But for this dark world, it is undoubtedly the supreme glory.

They look forward to God destroying the brutal giant...