Kingdom’s Bloodline

At that moment, the human captives were in an uproar!

Only Thales was puzzled:

It seems that this orc...is very famous?

The commotion lasted for a while, until some orcs impatiently "taught" the captives.

After a few seconds.

"I'm so famous?" the orc leader whispered, the scar on his forehead creased slightly.

Dean sneered.

"The Starman, to be precise, is the Earl of Windpath Castle in the Territory of the Cliffs, Hodge Dastan, who offered a bounty for the head of the 'Orange Blood': if I remember correctly, 1,556 Tormon The de gold coin will be accompanied by a lord's manor and the honor of marrying a noble daughter of the Dastan family."

"Just for the eldest son and heir of Earl Dastan's family who was buried in a foreign land by your surprise attack in the desert war ten years ago."

The pure black orc——Kandal Nushan let out a low growl, and stretched out his hand to hold a holy guard behind him who wanted to step forward, the blue-faced mace.

The orc Kandal took a rough breath, and looked at Dean with a different look.

"But no one has ever received this reward." It said lightly.

"No, no one," sighed Dean, "because you're alive and kicking and limb-"

Dean glanced at the opponent's wrist and the ferocious iron fork attached to it: "I mean, most of the hands and feet appeared here intact."

Kandal curled his lips, more menacing by human standards.

"More than that, you also joined the Cracking Stone Tribe," Dean glanced at three special orcs who were about to move because he recognized each other:

"You still have your own holy guard, and you even have the right to speak out in the honor of the Cracking Stone tribe."

The blue-faced orc let out a low whistle, and was about to step forward, but was firmly stopped by the white-lipped orc with a black bow beside him.

"So, you became their war chief? Or simply the holy chief of the entire Cracking Stone tribe?"

Dean forced a smile:

"What shall we call you, Warchief of Kandar?"

"Or the king of different blood?"

Kandal smiled.

It lowered its fork slowly, allowing Dean to ease his neck.

"The king of different blood?"

"No, I am not."

Kandar turned his head to look at everyone, whether they were captives or soldiers, and said softly: "Only the person who can surrender the eight tribes at the same time is eligible to ascend to the throne of dragon skeletons, unify the tribes of orcs and even the skeletons, and become a veritable leader." king of the desert."

"I'm only a war chief, not yet a king."

The orc warchief snorted softly, with deep meaning in his words: "Not for the time being."

At this moment, McGee, the skeleton man among the captives, let out a loud bah.

"Hmph, dreaming," McGee knelt on the ground, looked at Kandar, and said coldly, "There is no king in the desert, not in the past, not now."

"There won't be any in the future."

Old Hammer wanted to wink at him,

But the skeleton man obviously doesn't care about these things:

"The desert has never needed a king or unity. It spurns and curses every madman like you."

Kandal turned around and walked towards McGee, looking at the special battle marks on his face, his expression changed.

"You are a skeleton man."

"But mixed with outsiders?"

McGee looked at him coldly.

The orc war chief snorted coldly: "You are on the wrong team, my Luma."

McGee's eyes changed, and he stood up.

"I'm not your Luma!"

He gritted his teeth and said: "Also, six hundred years ago, you were also outsiders, gray bastards!"

The orcs of the Crackstone tribe were not experts in languages, but they clearly understood the "grey bastard".

The escort behind McGee punched him mercilessly, then kicked him, kicking the skeleton man down hard!

The skeleton man fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

The perpetrator didn't think it was enough, and was about to step forward and continue.

"Hey, that's enough!"

Luisa roared, "It's not necessary!"

Looking at McGee curled up on the ground, Kandal just shook his head and stopped the assailant.

"So the rumors are true," Dean said in time, drawing the war chief's attention: "You, Kandar Nushan, an ambitious alien species, want to unify the desert like desert."

The warchief of the Cracked Stone Tribe grinned, revealing sharp teeth.

"No wonder." Dean nodded dumbfounded.

"Western Wilderness, the Bozdorf family of Heroic Soul Fort," the bald mercenary sighed, "No wonder after the desert war, the famous Black Lion family of the stars listed you as the highest threat, even more so than fleeing to the depths of the desert." The tribes have hunted you endlessly for six or seven years."

"Compared to other people who regard you as a little sand bandit, they know your threat well - disappearing for a few years and becoming a war chief, you are indeed worth the price."

Kandal snorted softly.

"Whether it's the Year of Blood or the Desert War—you have a deep hatred with the Kingdom of Stars. That's why you took the risk to find the truth. As long as it makes Xingchen unhappy, you are willing to do it."

"Is it?"

Thales frowned: This orc is, is the Star Kingdom's... sworn enemy?

Kandal exhaled.

It looked at Dean, with appreciation in its tone: "You are very good, Dean——I remember you."

Dean sighed slightly.

"Listen, respected Blood One, Warchief of Kandar."

"I know your grievances with Xingchen, and I understand your hatred for Xingchen."

"But your opponents are the stars, those noble human beings, and their unparalleled army sweeping across the desert," he shook his head: "And us?"

"We are just a caravan sneaking out to make profits under the blockade order, and we are deeply excluded and oppressed by them."

Dean said with a gloomy face: "The answer you want? We don't know at all-they won't let us know."

Kandal looked into Dean's eyes, and his gaze stayed for a long time.

"Yes, you don't know," the orc pursed his lips viciously, and said lightly, "Based on my experience, if you want you to 'know', you need motivation."

Dean frowned: "Motivation?"

Kandal turned around and glanced coldly at the prisoners.

"If you don't 'know'," it gritted its teeth with a strange expression, "then you are worthless to me."

The people in the caravan began to tremble again.

"But you also took away the fighting spirits of four warriors of my tribe, and seriously injured two of them..."

Kandal said indifferently: "My soldiers are very dissatisfied."

The mercenaries frowned.

The orcs looked at them coldly again.

At this moment, a trembling voice sounded slightly: "It's them...the noble war chiefs."

"Those people took away the battle spirit of your noble warrior...it has nothing to do with us..."

Everyone's eyes turned to one side: the owner of the caravan, Tomdin, was crying, holding up his arms and pointing at Louisa who stood up.

Kuaisheng opened his mouth in disbelief: "You..."

Kandal smiled.

"What does that matter?"

"Except for that bone man, the fate of all of you will follow our rules," the war chief said coldly: "Under the witness of the desert god and ancestors, it will be decided by an important duel."

Tomdin shrank back to the ground.

The merchants howled.

"Hey!" McKee protested impatiently. "Count me in! You bastard!"

The orcs behind him pushed him back into the sand.

Luisa breathed out: "So, we still need to use a sword to solve the problem? Very good, the old rule: give me a sword, and an opponent."

"I'll solve the problem."

Kandal looked at Luisa standing upright in the cold wind, nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly.

"No."

"The candidate for the duel," the orc leader said in a low voice, "I will decide."

It steps again.

"And I will choose the most necessary and urgent duel to decide your fate."

Thales felt a chill in his heart—Kandal walked towards him again.

To the boy.

What?

Everyone's face changed.

Luisa's face tightened: "He's just a child!"

Dean frowned: "Stay away from him, at least find someone who is comparable."

Thales frowned at the orc warlord.

The pure black orc walked up to Thales, watched their reactions, and instead curled his lips: "But you must admit that this Sorino is outstanding."

While speaking, Kandal bent over, touched Thales' right shoulder with his thick left palm, and shook it vigorously!

Under the strong force of the opponent, Thales became dizzy for a while, and felt that the whole world was turned upside down.

"The battle just now, he made my eyes shine."

"It doesn't have the strength of others, and its body is small, and it's not even used to moving in the desert."

Amidst the protests from Dean and Louisa, Kandal finally let go of Thales' shoulders, and the latter, who had experienced the upheaval, only felt a nausea.

"But you played great, Sorino, every move you made, you controlled our size and strength perfectly, and you coped better than anyone else."

certainly.

That is a sword technique specifically for dealing with orcs.

Thales sighed secretly, anxious in his heart.

The orc looked behind it with special eyes.

Thales followed its gaze, and his heart trembled: the blue-faced orc held its mace, looked at Thales, and gritted his teeth.

The voice of War Chief Kandal changed.

"It's ironic, when we raided, we assigned a target - my holy guard, Duraman ordered his Luma, ordered his younger brother Doru to kill you, because you look the weakest, Duraman thought It's protecting the young and inexperienced Doru."

Thales panicked slightly and trembled slightly.

The young and vigorous Doru?

He thought of the orc he met for the first time, the moment he opened a hole in its neck with a dagger, and its subsequent madness.

so……

That is……

"It's a pity," the orc war chief sneered, "Dulaman's fluke and trickery finally brought misfortune to Dolu: Luma, who was a compatriot of Dulaman's mother—Doru who had just grown up, died at the hands of you. hand, Sorino."

Kandal pointed to the blue-faced orc.

"I hope my holy guard can learn a lesson."

It shook its head: "The desert god has no mercy."

The blue-faced orc—Dulaman couldn't hold back the anger in his chest anymore, and it roared at Thales: "Ahhhhhhh! Fraka!"

Dean's voice sounded dissatisfied.

"not me!"

The bald mercenary patted his chest, pointed at Durraman, and protested loudly to the war chief: "Tell him, I killed that orc! Doma who killed him! Not Wyia!"

"Let him come to me!"

Thales stared at them blankly, and found that Luisa and Old Hammer also looked terrified.

Only McGee, the native bone man struggled and cursed on the ground.

Oops……

"No, smart Dean, Durraman told me, he saw it very clearly," Kandal walked around Thales, and said coldly: "You were the one who cut off Doru's head in the end. The one who actually gave the fatal blow to the arteries in his neck and made him collapse from exhaustion was this Sorino."

It pointed to Thales in a daze.

"It's you, Sorino, it's you who took Dolu's battle spirit away."

It looked at the boy and shook its head slightly: "You are the Fraka of Durman."

Thales moved slightly.

I killed Durraman's brother, so I am Fraka of Durraman.

So, what Flaka means is...

His face turned pale.

I saw Kandal raised his intact left hand, beckoned to Durraman in the distance, and said something Thales couldn't understand.

"Boom!"

The blue-faced Durraman's mace hit the ground fiercely. It dragged a heavy weapon, stared at Thales fiercely, and walked forward step by step.

Walk towards the pale-faced Thales.

Kandal said slowly:

"For this reason, my holy guard has reminded me many times."

"Dulaman has the right to duel this Solino to get back his Luma's battle spirit."

"The right to...revenge."

Kandal patted Thales on the shoulder so hard that he almost fell down.

But Thales has no time to take this into consideration.

Looking at Duraman's majestic physique and his terrifying weapons, Thales gasped.

What are you doing?

"You promised!" Luisa gritted her teeth, "He can live."

Kandal patted himself on the shoulder, his eyes were sharp: "Yes, I promised...he will not die in the melee...but I didn't say that he can refuse the duel of others and avoid legitimate revenge."

"And his duel will decide the lives of the rest of you."

Thales' breathing froze.

The faces of the captives were gloomy.

"Fuck you!" Old Hammer couldn't bear it any longer, and yelled, "You despicable bastard!"

But his protest was quickly silenced by the orcs roughly - with fists.

Kandal laughed out loud. "Now, is that enough motivation? Would someone please tell me..."

It raised the corners of its mouth in front of the ugly eyes of all the mercenaries: "The reason why Star Kingdom sent troops strangely?"

"No!"

Luisa protested violently, but her shoulders were firmly held down by the escort behind her.

"It's not fair, he is human, we are all human, you can't use the rules of orcs..."

Kandal turned around abruptly, and his voice was thunderous:

"do not forget!"

"You are losers, we are winners, heroic Louisa," the dark war chief was already fierce, but his expression at this moment was even more fierce, blocking Louisa's words:

"And I think that's fair."

The orcs began to growl lowly, it seemed that the scene in front of them made them very excited.

Unexpectedly, Thales suddenly raised his head:

"Wait, if I win the duel..."

The war chief slowly turned his head, his bright yellow eyes revealing shrewdness.

Let Thales pause slightly.

"If you win the duel, first of all, the grievances between Durraman and you will be settled...Secondly, if you win the duel, according to my promise, you will be free and can go..."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

He stared at Dulaman's face full of hatred, and his heart moved: Facing this opponent, if you use the special northern military swordsmanship...

Coupled with the sudden sin of Hell River, you can even use Nikolai's Fold of Fate...

Maybe there is a chance.

But his hopes were dashed.

I only heard Kandal's words change: "However, the duel is not over yet."

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

"As one of the three holy guards, Dulaman once made an oath with Yaku and Lusanna to be loyal to me. They are not Luma to each other, but they are better than Luma."

The war chief pointed to the other two holy guards with a delicate expression: Yaku, who was carrying a black bow and said nothing, and Lusanna, who was carrying a big sword and grinning.

"So, once you win, Yaku and Lusanna both have the right to challenge you for Luma's defeat and continue this duel."

"Challenge their new Flaka."

Thales, who was still thinking about the outcome, froze for a second.

etc.

New Fraca?

"What?"

The sluggish boy stared wide-eyed and stretched out two fingers: "Win one, get two?"

Thales turned to Kandal, only to feel that the war chief's expression was quite smug at the moment, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes occasionally.

Kandal sneered.

"In case... in case you win them all," the tall orc war chief shook his head, full of regret: "Oh, you defeated the three holy guards of the war chief of the Cracking Stone tribe, this is a glorious deed, you Will earn the respect of all orcs in the desert."

The corners of Thales' mouth twitched slightly.

"Thank you, then?"

Kandal narrowed his eyes.

"Then, since you have defeated all three holy guards who I regard as brothers and feet and wings."

"Then you will become me, Fraka of Kandar Nushan."

Thales was completely stunned.

Waldfark?

The war chief said lazily, pointing at Thales, then at himself, shaking off the precious fur on his body like a demonstration: "It's my duel with you..."

There are more than two bonuses?

Thales' expression seemed to be frozen, and he remained motionless for a while, except for a pair of eyes, which blinked twice quickly in astonishment.

It's...it's on purpose, right?

"So this is a duel that you will never lose...shit rules...you motherfucker!" Luisa wanted to rush forward in anger, but was firmly suppressed by the orcs behind her.

"Damn it," the old hammer gritted his teeth at the stunned Kuaisheng beside him, "it wants us to watch this unfair duel...and make us slowly collapse and despair..."

Kandar ignored her, it snorted coldly, turned around, and looked at the unbelievable captives: "Now, someone is willing to tell me, what is the Kingdom of Stars..."

At this moment, Dean's calm voice came:

"Don't forget, he's just a Sorino!"

"According to the customs of the orcs, you have no right to take underage cubs into the challenge!"

Kandal paused slightly.

A thoughtful expression appeared on its face.

"Yeah, you're just a Sorino."

"Sorino must defeat a recognized opponent at the coming-of-age ceremony," Kandal looked at Thales with a distressed expression on his face, "before he becomes an adult and a fighter who can duel."

"Before that, you are exempt from duel."

Luisa breathed a sigh of relief, and the struggle subsided.

Thales also breathed a sigh of relief, and cast a grateful look at Dean.

fortunately……

But the next moment, the expression of War Chief Kandal changed!

"very good!"

Kandar strode up to Thales and pulled him up!

The orc happily patted his thin shoulders, making the dizzy Thales wobble.

"Sorino, what's your name?"

ah?

Thales looked at the self-talking Kandal with dizzy eyes—the powerful slap of the orc was really amazing, and he swore: If the orc would be so "friendly" with the merchants every time he bought and sold, There is probably no business in the world that the orcs can't do.

Thales, who hadn't recovered yet, was taken aback for a moment:

"my name……"

But Kandal waved his hand boldly!

"That's not important, Sorino! I solemnly tell you: just today, in a battle just now, you defeated the recognized brave man of the Cracking Stone Tribe—Dolu!"

ah?

Thales opened his mouth blankly.

I saw the orc war chief with a happy face, and his voice was raised:

"The moment you defeat Doru, according to orc customs, you are no longer a Sorino!"

Under the huge size gap, it bent comically, with its left palm and right wrist powerfully slapping the little human's shoulders, with a thick voice: "Congratulations..."

"You are an adult!"

At that moment, both Louisa and Dean's faces were ashen, McGee's cursing became more and more urgent, and Old Hammer silently lowered his head and sighed softly.

Kandar announced something in its language to the surrounding orcs.

All the orcs roared in low voices and punched their chests, even Durraman, who hated Thales to the bone, was no exception.

It turned to Thales, but glanced at the captives around intentionally: "As a witness of the coming-of-age ceremony, I, the War Chief of the Cracking Stone Tribe, honorably bestow on you a new name—Sekka, Killer! The one who killed the opponent of the coming-of-age ceremony!"

Sai - Seka?

killer?

No, that's not the point, the point is...

Thales gasped.

"Now, the just-adult Saika," Kandar's face turned cold when the human beings were surprised and scared, and the orcs were excited, and he turned his head to the ferocious blue-faced orc: "You must accept Duraman Duel."

"Save your kind."

The prince took a deep breath, trying to understand the situation.

"Seka-Fraca!" Durraman growled, and the mace paused heavily on the ground.

The just-adult Saika, oh no, it's Thales, he looked away from the blue-faced orc in a daze, and then looked at the rest of the opponents one by one—if he could win—Yaku with white lips and black bow, Lusanna with the big sword.

And lastly, the War Chief of the Cracking Stone Tribe with a strange expression, the Alien Blood, Kandar Nushan.

He suddenly felt that orcs, especially the so-called war chief in front of him, could be so hateful and despicable.

They all looked at themselves coldly.

Feeling the weight of the orc War Chief on his shoulders, Thales struggled to maintain his balance and let out a painful breath.

"So……"

Kandar Nushan curled up his mouth, showing an indistinguishable smile, but his face lost all warmth.

It grinds its teeth, presses Thales, and stares coldly at all the captives in front of it:

"Before the duel begins, before your fate is decided... Outsiders of Saber Dunes."

"Does anyone want to tell me... why the Star Kingdom sent troops to the desert?"