Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

By the Bindler River, large and small tents were stationed here. At this moment, this has become the temporary base of the Red Blood Tribe.

After the battle, the former orc pioneer Solo. Blood Drinker replaced Batu and became the temporary chief of the tribe, but this position was not so easy to sit.

At this moment, the lights in the tent were bright, and the crowd was angry. The orcs looked ferocious and spitted. "Solo, you coward!"

The orc general raised his spear and roared: "The Father God said that cowards should be pierced through the chest by a sharp spear. You don't deserve to be our chief!"

"The dwarves killed our chief! In the face of such a blood feud, you actually told us to rest and recuperate?"

Someone pointed the tip of the spear at Solo's head sitting on the bone throne. "Solo, where is the revenge you promised?

For the past few months, we orcs have been hiding here and there, hunted by dwarf patrols like rabbits on the grassland!"

The burly orc said in a deep voice: "Remember, Solo, you became the chief only because of luck. If you continue like this, we don't mind changing you."

"Snap!"

Solo stood up from the bone throne and slammed the table in front of him.

He looked around at the faces of the orcs, pointed to the south, and said angrily: "Batu is dead, the old shaman is dead, what can we use to take revenge on the Alpine Kingdom, just rely on you remnants?

You guys who call yourself warriors, if you have the ability, go and intercept that golden reptile yourself! He has destroyed twelve of our strongholds this month!"

Suddenly, there was silence in the tent, the orcs were speechless, and even the air was about to solidify.

During this period of time, the orcs' experience can only be described as "miserable". Due to the shortage of food supplies, the huge orc army was broken up into small pieces and roamed around everywhere, and the orcs returned to their original loose state.

The elves and dwarf patrols from the mountain kingdom galloped across the vast Ugo grassland, constantly hunting down lone orcs.

The golden dragon was the dawn of the dwarves, but in the eyes of the orcs, it was the god of death who harvested lives and the devil who brought purgatory. They even called it the "punisher" in fear.

The golden dragon often soared in the sky, flapping its wings, spewing hot and surging dragon flames, and mercilessly burned the orcs' strongholds, leaving only a charred ruin with corpses everywhere and billowing smoke.

"I admit that I am not as good as heroes like Batu and Kok who are favored by the Father God, but you, a bunch of rubbish, want to ride on my head?

Our failure is clearly the fault of you mediocre people! Lord Batu has done everything, but you just stood by and watched!

Whoever wants to get the position of the chief of the Red Blood Tribe, just come, I am not afraid of anyone's challenge!"

Solo's angry voice echoed in the tent, and those orc generals who were just aggressive are now silent.

Because Solo was right, Batu.Skull Crusher's power is obvious to all, and they can't even intervene in Batu's battle.

And after all the "Eye of Gruumsh" in the tribe were sacrificed, Solo.Drinker of Blood, who was famous for drinking the blood of giants, was indeed the best among them.

The orc general who had just spoken out the first rebuttal also stepped forward, wanting to ease the relationship, so he whispered: "Solo, maybe"

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, a sharp whistle sounded, and a sharp arrow pierced the wool felt outside the tent and hit Solo's chest directly.

"Swoosh-"

All orcs could hear it-it was the sound of an arrow cutting through the air.

"Enemy attack!" Solo exclaimed, turned sideways at a very fast speed, and narrowly avoided the attack.

"Crack!"

The arrow deeply sank into the bone throne. At the same time, the elite orc warriors outside the tent heard the sound and came to guard outside the tent, looking for the source of the attack.

"Damn it, how could it be." Solo covered his chest and looked at the arrow that attacked him breathlessly. He saw that it was inserted into the hard skull, and it was obviously very powerful, and there was deadly venom flowing out.

The attack was vicious and cruel, and the goal was clear: to take away his life, Solo. Blood-Drinking!

The feathers of the arrow also caught his attention. Solo narrowed his eyes, staring at the brown feathers, and his voice was hoarse. "Feathers of mountain vultures"

Only orcs would raise such brutal and ugly birds and make such arrows.

Solo's heart trembled immediately - perhaps, this assassination did not come from the Alpine Kingdom, but from the Orc Corps!

The orc raised his spear, rushed out of the tent, turned his head and looked in the direction of the arrow. As the captain of the hunting team, he noticed the movement in the pile of dry grass a hundred meters away.

Messy footprints, raised soil, scattered eagle feathers

Solo was sure that it was definitely not a slight movement, but an enemy hiding in it!

But he did not alarm the enemy, just held his breath, tightened his muscles, clenched the sharp spear in his hand, and then threw it suddenly.

"Shua——"

The spear broke through the air and stabbed at the pile of dry grass quickly. Blood splattered, the pile of grass shook violently, and a wail sounded.

Solo mounted the wolf and roared, "The enemy is there! Capture him alive! Don't let him get away!"

The wolf riders rushed forward one after another, forming small teams of three or four people, cooperating with each other, galloping from different directions, and surrounded the pile of dry grass.

Solo came closer and finally saw the true face of the man who attacked him - a thin orc in a ragged brown robe.

At this moment, the orc was nailed to the ground by a spear, and blood kept gushing out of the wound. The orc cavalry next to him looked at him covetously.

The orc cavalry next to him raised his spear and said with a grin: "Lord Solo, this damn guy actually wanted to assassinate you! How about we torture him"

Solo reached out to stop him. "Wait, I have something else to ask him."

The dying orc on the ground raised his head at this moment, looked at Solo with hatred on his face, and smiled sarcastically: "Kill me, bastard of the Red Blood Tribe, cowardly liar."

Solo looked down at him condescendingly, and couldn't help frowning: "Why are you doing this? We orcs who obey the will of the Father God should be united.

Lord Batu said that no matter which clan we come from, we should unite to kill those dwarves and elves and take back the land that belongs to us."

"Enough!"

The orc roared angrily at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and bloody saliva spurted out of his mouth. "I've had enough of your hypocritical behavior from the Red Blood Tribe!

You keep saying that you are united against the outside world, but at this time you have occupied the territory of our Jackdaw Clan, robbed the land that my ancestors had obtained after hundreds of years of conquest, and made us homeless!"

Solo couldn't help but defend himself, "This is just a temporary stationing. The Orc Legion will eventually come back. We will avenge Lord Batu, destroy the Mountain Kingdom, and occupy Avondeldan."

The expression on the face of the orc assassin became more ferocious, and the sarcasm was completely undisguised. "Solo, stop using the lies made up by your Red Blood Tribe to deceive us!"

"Without Batu, how can the orcs break through Avondeldan? Just you?"

For a moment, Solo was speechless. He had to admit that he did have the selfish desire to let the Red Blood Tribe occupy the best pasture, which was not as glorious as he said.

"It was you, the Red Fang tribe, who were so overconfident that you deceived our chieftain and made us become homeless dogs, until now we are completely destroyed!" The orc used up his last bit of strength at this moment, roaring with all his might, and threw the poisoned dagger in his hand at Solo.

"You dare!"

"Despicable guy!"

The orc soldiers standing by rushed forward, waving their spears and scimitars, and cut the assassin from the Jackdaw tribe into pieces.

Solo looked at the pile of minced meat that was not in human form, and was silent.

After a while, the howl of the warg came from a distance, and the scouts from the west brought news: "Lord Solo, the Jackdaw clan was attacked by the dwarf troops a few days ago, and it has been..."

"I know."

Solo turned his head and looked at the Black Rock Mountains not far away, where the shield dwarves lived and the high wall that the orcs had not been able to climb over for thousands of years.

It is these rolling mountains that have blocked the orcs in this barren and desolate land, where they fight each other for resources.

Batu, you are the hero of the orcs, but what should I do now? Should the history of the orcs fighting each other continue to repeat itself?

Solo sighed deeply, and a rare helplessness appeared on his ugly face covered with scars.

Orcs, synonymous with roughness and barbarity, rarely think carefully, but at this moment, Solo actually felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He did not notice that the orc corpse floating in the Bindler River trembled slightly, and a very rich black color suddenly appeared in the water, as if it was going to swallow everything. (End of this chapter)