Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The wasteland north of the Shenji Mountains.

When the snow is about to melt and not melt, it is the most difficult day.

Without any harvest purely on reserves before winter, spending the long and cold winter is an extremely difficult time for most races living in the northern wastelands.

Early spring brings not only continuous cold rain, but also cold, hunger and death.

But "short" Vaughan felt that this winter was different from any previous winter. He believed that he had something more precious - freedom.

Vaughn is a half-orc, a low-cole born by humans who were captured by demons and evil orcs on the wasteland, and crossed with alien races.

Most of the time, a lowly person like him is called "short-living", which means that from birth to adulthood, he can survive at most sixteen years old, and he can't even wait for his offspring.

Either die in the war enlistment of the demons and are driven to the front line of fighting against humanity to fill in the pit.

Or they were tied up by ropes and threw them into the mines of the evil orc tribe to death.

Vaughan felt that his lifelong luck was spent on this journey of following the evil orc tribe to rob.

They were driven away by whips and slowly migrated from the ice field that was originally frozen to the warmth of the Shenji Mountains. They were arranged by the tribe in their camps to be responsible for logging wood, burning mud, building kilns and making rice.

Without having to cross the Divine Ridge Mountains to enter the human kingdom, fighting head-on with the human wizards who throw terrible fireballs and ice blades from their hands at any time, Vaughn is extremely sure that he can survive this winter.

This luck lasted until a month ago, when the evil orcs captured a group of human slaves and brought them back to the camp.

The orc coolie led by Vaughn was handed over to the care of the orc coolie. These humans were not only slaves who could be used to exchange supplies with the demons, but also fresh food on their way back to the ice field later.

Vaughan did not treat these slaves as badly as others. He was different from other orcs. He had seen his mother and knew clearly that half of the blood flowing on his body was the same as these humans.

The news of the demon clan's sudden invasion of the royal court of the evil orc tribe came from the Ice Field. The small tribe where Vaughn was located had not yet established a foothold and hurried back.

In order to avoid the burden on the return journey, they randomly chopped the slaves locked in the wooden cage, and quickly evacuated the camp with a large army.

The orc coolie followed, except Vaughn.

He hugged a child who had just lost his mother, hid in the corner of the cage, pressing several corpses on his body, avoiding the javelin wooden thorns that the evil orcs could randomly poke at the cage.

The child was frightened and recovered for a while. He tore off a strip of cloth from the dead man and tied Vaughan's piercing wound on his calves.

"Shh! Sam should be gentle, be careful that there are still evil orcs who have not left behind nearby." Vaughan wrinkled an ugly and terrifying beast face, bared his fangs and couldn't comfort the trembling child.

The child named Sam stopped sobbing instantly. He had been arrested for half a month and was already very familiar with this terrifyingly beautiful brother Vaughan.

He likes to secretly put a few pieces of roasted cassava into every child's cage every night when patrolling.

Brother Vaughan is an ugly...good person.

A low moan came from the cage next to him, Vaughn was refreshed, and there were still those who survived.

He hid Sam back into the pile of corpses and crawled out of the open cage with his bloody wounded legs, groping with the sound of moaning.

There were two injured people, one of whom was penetrated by a javelin, and blood flowed down his chest to his waist, half of his body was covered in blood.

The other person was not so lucky. He was pierced and could faintly see his white intestines with huge open wounds. He probably couldn't survive.

The entire camp was quiet in the night, with only a few campfires not extinguished yet, and the evil orcs walked too fast to kill all the human slaves that had been plundered.

Vaughan dragged the two injured people out of the pile of dead people, tied the person with serious abdominal injuries firmly with a strip of cloth, and continued to examine the remaining cages.

"Vaughan? You weren't taken away? God!" Another ferocious orc came out of the bushes, almost scaring Vaughan to death.

"Dafu, why are you left behind?" He recognized that this was another coolie who worked in the same team as him, and also a tribe of similar age.

"They thought I was delayed and kicked me into the river. I could do it, hehe."

He bent over and approached, helping Vaughn drag the surviving human wounded out of the pile of corpses and perform a simple treatment for wounds.

"Leave these slaves behind, let's run away quickly, Vaughan."

The orcs hesitated a little, scratched their sparse hair, and murmured, "But they are all injured, I'm afraid they can't get back to their hometown."

Duff frowned and couldn't help but sneer. "Do you still want to send them back? I'm afraid that as soon as we arrived at the border, we would be shot to death by those human guards."

He pointed to his face, then to Vaughan's protruding fangs, "Don't forget our identity, not humans, not their tribe."

"I...I hurt so much...It's so cold..." The injured person who had just been dragged out moaned in confusion, and a long wound on his waist was slowly oozing blood from under the wounded strip.

Vaughan tied the cloth tighter, looked around the dozen injured people lying on the ground, and gritted his teeth and said, "At least save people first, you can't leave them here to wait for death!"

"We also have half human blood in us, so they are half of our kind."

...

Duff was finally persuaded by Vaughn. After the two of them simply dealt with the wounded, Sam, who was covered in snot and tears but unharmed, began to collect supplies and food that could be used to rescue the wounded from the abandoned camp of the evil orcs.

It was too cold, and there might be a freezing rain in the second half of the night. If these people were left in the open space, they would definitely freeze to death. Even if there was no freezing rain, their wounds would quickly deteriorate after being soaked in water, which would be more painful than freezing to death.

Fortunately, they found a cowhide tent that had not been taken away in time. Although there were several holes, Sam plugged the gaps with hay and could barely keep out the wind and rain.

They dragged a dozen wounded people into the tent, lit a fire to keep warm, and finally settled down temporarily.

"The meat they hunted a few days ago was taken away..." Daf searched the entire camp and only found a few wilted cassava, which were roasted by the fire.

Vaughn said nothing, unbuttoned his leggings that were stained by mud, and found that the wound was a little red, swollen and white.

"I'll go to the river to get some water, you and Sam stay and don't leave."

He also wanted to take this opportunity to sort out his chaotic thoughts. It was not a bad thing to be missed by the evil orcs and not brought back to the ice field, but he didn't really have a good place to choose. Following this group of survivors to return to the human kingdom to live was something he dared not think about.

Maybe staying in this warm area near the south is also a good choice. He and Dave are both good hunters.

Unfortunately, the expected peace did not last more than a quarter of an hour.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

When Vaughn returned to the camp with the broken pottery jar, he found that there was another person next to the campfire.

Dave, who was originally guarding the original place, was stepped on the chest by this person and pressed to the ground and could not move.

Sam was trembling with fear, but he didn't dare to cry out loudly. He shrank into the tent where the wounded were staying and only stuck his head out.

"Who are you?" Vaughn dropped the pottery jar and took out a bone short spear discarded by the evil orc from his waist.

...

Pierce was wearing a short hunting suit and a dark windbreaker cape, with a pale and thin face under the hood.

He was attracted to this area by a strong smell of blood.

Staring at the guy in front of him who was holding a short spear in both hands and speaking in a trembling and stuttering voice, the hunter felt a little confused.

"Huh? An evil orc who can speak human language?"

"No, no, Brother Vaughn is not an evil orc!" Sam leaned out of the tent and whispered.

The man who came was obviously a human and looked very powerful, otherwise he would not have kicked over the strong Brother Dave with one foot. Sam was afraid that he would be impulsive and kill them both as evil orcs on the spot.

"I...we are half...half-orcs...cough cough..." Dave struggled to argue as his chest was stepped on.

Pierce frowned slightly, and then he remembered that Mr. Asdalen had mentioned to him before that there were indeed some half-human, half-orc hybrids living in the northern wilderness, and they should be the two ugly guys with beast heads and human bodies in front of him.

He loosened his foot and let go of Dave, who was almost out of breath.

"What happened here? I smell the smell of human blood. Did you kill people?" The hunter narrowed his eyes, and his pale face revealed a cold expression.

"It's not us, it's the evil orcs. The evil orcs returned to the ice field and couldn't take these human slaves away, so they killed them..." Vaughn explained hurriedly.

Pierce reached out and pulled out the long sword hidden under the cloak, and lifted the tattered tent curtain in front of him.

Sure enough, there were a dozen injured people dressed in poor human clothes, and the strong smell of blood filled his nose, making his throat roll up and down slightly.

Pierce closed his eyes, suppressed the desire that made him uncomfortable, took out a small glass bottle from his arms, and threw it to Vaughn.

"It can quickly stop bleeding and pain, and temporarily improve energy. One drop per person, and no more than three drops for the dying."

The half-orc was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. He nodded gratefully and rushed into the tent with the bottle tightly in his hand.

Pierce looked up at the sky. If he set out at dawn, he could bring these survivors back to Lord Harvey's new territory before sunset tomorrow, and then let Lord Harvey decide whether they should stay or go.

It's better than leaving them in the wilderness in the freezing rain, where they will definitely die.

While waiting for the two half-orcs to feed the wounded, Pierce couldn't help but follow the smell to the cage full of dead bodies.

Sam was watching from a distance, and found that this mysterious kind-hearted man was staying beside the pool of blood, and seemed to be hesitating about something.

Finally, he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and squatted down and put his head close to the neck of a dead person, as if he was going to bite it.

Then he stood up again with a tangled face, took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, dipped it in the blood pool and soaked it, then put the handkerchief close to his mouth, tilted his head back and gently twisted the handkerchief, squeezed out a little blood, and dripped it into his mouth.

Sam was so scared that he immediately covered his mouth to avoid screaming.

He found that this mysterious man who was tilting his head back to sip the blood of the dead had two extremely sharp fangs in his slightly opened mouth.