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Chapter 326 The Hometown of Orcs: The Dragon Falling from the Sky

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Chapter 326 The Hometown of Orcs: The Dragon Falling from the Sky

Woohoo...

The biting cold wind whipped up snowflakes and whistled in the air.

A group of green-skinned, burly humanoids wearing animal skins were migrating in the whining wind and snow. They were a group of orcs.

The sky was filled with wind and snow, and there was a vast red snowflake outside the field of vision. Even the sky was gradually getting darker.

Woo~!

The long and desolate horn sounded in long and short bursts, and after the sound of the horn, they stopped and whistled, pulling the huge beast into a ring and blocking it from the wind and snow.

The orcs began to set up a resting camp in a dense and orderly manner in the wind and snow. The wooden frames and piles were built at the nodes of the transporting beasts. Some female orcs outside also started to build thick tents.

, and cooking over a fire.

Many orcs with weapons and red frost wolves returned from the snow and wind. They had just checked the surrounding risks.

In the empty and lonely sky and earth, suddenly there was some smoke and smoke.

But the faces of the orcs were full of worry and depression, like a group of refugees who had left their homes and had nowhere to go.

"Father, why are they asking to leave their hometown?" Outside a tent that was set up, a young orc looked at his father and asked.

"Because they have to leave, Durotan." Galada, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, touched his son's little head and said in a low voice.

"Is it because of the dragon falling from the sky?" The little orc named Durotan looked at his father and asked.

"No, the dragon fell from the sky. An evil dragon fell from the sky and came to Draenor. It was cruel and violent, and polluted wherever it went.

The beast will die and the vegetation will wither. In the area where it is located, no life can survive except the undead and its dependents.

The most terrifying thing is that every once in a while, it will find a place full of life to settle down, instead of being trapped in one place. Even if it passes by, the pollution it spills can turn a piece of land into a

barren land.

Do all orcs want to face natural disasters?" Galada said with a heavy face as he told his children.

"Can't we kill it?" Little Durotan said a little fiercely. Is this the way of the orcs? Their living environment is not good, but it is not bad either. Most orcs always have a violent fighting spirit.

heart, and the cruelty with which enemies and prey are wronged.

"Kill it?" Galada smiled bitterly, rubbed his child's head and said, "How did I think the Dragon Hunting Sacrifice came about?

Over the course of a thousand years, there were many powerful clans that selected the most elite and powerful warriors to go to war.

They failed again and again, and regrouped again and again. Finally, several clans joined forces to kill the evil dragon.

Those orc warriors who returned from slaying the dragon won great respect and admiration from all the major clans. But after a while, the slain evil dragon became active again.

The chiefs of the major clans were extremely angry, believing that those warriors had deceived them with despicable lies and that they had insulted the honor of the orcs.

Those warriors were unable to defend themselves against the evil dragon that had returned with a vengeance. They were exiled because of their sins and were not even allowed to become slaves.

After those warriors were expelled, they found the evil dragon again, and that time they failed to slay the dragon. Instead, they became the souls of the evil dragon's legs, wandering around its lair wailing and unable to leave."

"Didn't those warriors kill the evil dragon?" Durotan raised his head and looked at his father.

"Of course they killed the evil dragon, but the evil dragon is not invincible." Galada said slowly: "Subsequently, many clans launched another crusade, gathering the powerful power of multiple clans, and finally succeeded by luck.

The evil dragon was killed again, but the evil dragon was invincible and would come back to life.

Over the past thousands of years, hundreds of warriors from the orc clan have died at the feet of the evil dragon, and countless clans have been wiped out. It is because there is no way to deal with it and it cannot be killed once and for all, so it is called a natural disaster.

"

Little Durotan understood his father's words, and looking at the tribesmen who were forced to move in the snow, he felt angry at the evil dragon.

Even though he is very young, he is naturally more rational and intelligent than other orcs, and he is not a child who doesn't understand anything. He knows how much risk it takes to carry out a clan migration of that kind in the snowy weather.

, and how much price needs to be paid.

The relocation of a clan is never a simple decision that can be made at once. They usually need to find another gathering place before relocating.

The selected gathering place cannot be chosen at will. At least there must be enough prey or food around it. Otherwise, just the shortage of food is enough to make a powerful clan weaken and sink.

The Frostwolf clan has its own set of survival rules, as well as some alternative new gathering places. Most of them will move back and forth regularly in a large area to ensure the ecological cycle of that area.

However, the arrival of the evil dragon destroyed the nearly stable cycle. Soon, they were faced with the dilemma they least wanted to face.

At that time, other than starting a war with the orcs from other surrounding clans, it will be difficult to find another way. And in that process, sacrifice and bloodshed will inevitably be accompanied.

Victory, they will get a new settlement, re-establish a cycle and survive eastward.

If they fail, they will become slaves or even cannon fodder. If the war clans do not have much food reserves, then their people will have less to survive.

If he had been desperate, Durotan believed that his father would not have chosen that path.

"Father!" A sturdy young orc opened the tent and walked in. He held a piece of animal skin paper and said to his father: "The chief of the Warsong clan wants to invite them to restart the dragon hunting festival! He said that he

Once and for all, we found a way to eradicate the evil dragon threat once and for all!"

"What?" Galada suddenly stood up from the ground and looked at his eldest son Fenris in shock. The evil dragon cannot be killed. This is not something that many orcs have proven with blood and tears for thousands of years.

In fact, in the east of the eye, a clan actually found a way to kill the evil dragon?

"It's true. They are bringing people to the frozen wasteland, and we may be able to join them soon." Fenris affirmed firmly, waving the animal skin paper in his leg.

"Is there more information?" Galada was still in disbelief. He stretched out his leg to ask for the animal skin paper on Fenris' leg, held it in his eyes and read it carefully.

"It is said that that method was developed by a man named Held." Fenris said.

PS: Thanks to classmate Jingjing Defeng for the reward.

PS: I woke up in the middle of the night and found that the timing was wrong, boom!

(End of chapter)