Banner of the Evil God

As the only meaningful empire in the entire main plane, the Orc Empire is the undisputed first power in the world, occupying a vast land.

Even so, it is still constantly invading and attacking the surrounding areas.

To the north, it attacked the snow-capped ice fields, defeating the brave barbarians; to the south, it annexed the Graystone Mountains and the Giant Beast Mountains, and continued to invade the territory of the Eagle Kingdom; to the east, it fought a long tug-of-war with the Holy Angel Kingdom, bit by bit, nibbling away the land bathed in the glory of the Sun God; only to the west, it had no way to deal with the vast desert.

Well, even this side does not seem to be really helpless, but that is the secret of the Orc God system...

Starting from the southern end of the Great Gobi and the border with the Graystone Mountains, it has been heading east. After about a month of walking, it entered the heartland of the Orc Empire - or the Wilderness Empire.

This is a vast grassland, with a scene of vast sky, vast wilderness, wind blowing grass and low cattle and sheep. The orcs thrived on the grasslands. They fought against the seemingly magnificent but unfriendly natural environment, and grew strong bodies, powerful muscles, and fierce hearts.

Of course, the Orc Empire was not really just about orcs. There were half-orcs, dwarves, gnomes, humans... all kinds of races. It's just that in this vast land, the status of orcs was higher than that of other races.

On Earth, this undisguised racial discrimination would inevitably be criticized by people. But in this world, racial discrimination is a matter of course, and neither the "superior" nor the "inferior" has any objection to it, just like India, which claims to have 100 million humans and 1 billion animals. The panda neighbor wearing a rabbit hat next to it has never understood why the 1 billion animals don't jump up and rebel against his mother, but they are very satisfied...

The grasslands are vast and sparsely populated, and the tribes are far apart. In addition to the envoys sent by each tribe, the only people responsible for exchanging what they have are those traveling merchants who value money over their lives.

Here, the presence or absence of a few more or fewer traveling merchants is really not a noticeable thing.

For example, the Iron Hoof Tribe recently had two more traveling merchants.

They were an uncle and a nephew. The uncle was a tall and strong man, wearing a rather thick heavy leather armor and carrying a big axe, and he was quite strong and powerful; the nephew was a thin and clever little boy, very agile, and he calculated accounts very quickly, just like a very good little accountant.

They had a large cart pulled by two horses, which was loaded with many daily necessities. Like most traveling merchants, they would stay here for a while and exchange groceries for anything valuable.

There were quite a few cunning people among the orcs, who tried to pass off inferior goods as good ones more than once, or to deceive people with seemingly good things. But although the nephew was not very old, he had a very sharp eye, and no matter it was inferior goods or fakes, they could not escape his eyes. Moreover, he was also quite good at negotiating business, and he was very careful about every penny. Even those experienced bargainers could not take advantage of him at all.

Of course, some people were so angry that they wanted to use the "trading" method that the orcs always advocated, that is, to exchange wealth for violent "labor" and send the original owner of the wealth to rest in the kingdom of God they believed in. At this time, it was the uncle's turn to come forward. His sturdy figure and strong muscles were indeed not for show, and the big axe was not a fake. Every time the axe chopped down, it was solid and the weight was not discounted at all.

As a result of several conflicts, the witch doctor of the tribe had several more customers. The old witch doctor was very happy with this unexpected income and sincerely hoped that the uncle and nephew could stay in the Iron Hoof Tribe for a few more days.

However, the patriarch of the Iron Hoof Tribe, Orlik, who was called "Runner", was not so happy. Instinct told him that this uncle and nephew were not ordinary, and... very dangerous!

The Iron Hoof Tribe was a tribe of centaurs. They were the creations of the orc god "King of Iron Hoof". The whole tribe sincerely believed in and worshiped the fierce and terrifying god. The Iron Hoof Tribe is the descendant of the first batch of creatures created by His Majesty. Many strong men have emerged in the tribe, and some have even broken through the last difficulty and entered the realm of gods.

However, that was a long time ago.

The current Iron Hoof Tribe has become weak, and there are not many strong men in the tribe. There are more than 3,000 people in the entire tribe, but there is not even one strong man in the legendary realm!

The strongest men in the Iron Hoof Tribe are the chieftain Orlik and the high priest Aoweila, both of whom are at the top of the high level and are seeking an opportunity to enter the legendary realm.

Orlik's title is "Runner", he runs very fast, even faster than a bird. He also has good endurance and can run for half a month without stopping. He was used to using a spear, and his technique of throwing the spear while running was particularly outstanding. He could shoot down flying birds, hit mosquitoes, and even penetrate a tree that had grown for hundreds of years. Once in a war with the Eagle Kingdom, he shot through a fully armed knight along with his shield with a single spear, and his reputation spread far and wide.

Olvera is the direct heir to the Blood of the Iron Hoof and the owner of the most noble and powerful bloodline of the Centaur family. Although she is a woman, Olvera is not weak at all. She has a body that perfectly combines strength and beauty, and is toned and full of wild aura. She is arrogant and fierce, and does not allow anyone with low-blooded blood to appear near her. Besides praying, her favorite thing to do is to kill. Although she is an archer and a high-level priest, she loves to sweep across the battlefield wielding a huge halberd. Especially when her iron hooves trample the corpses of her enemies, she laughs loudly, earning her the title "Blood Trampler".

Orric has always wanted to win the favor of this high-ranking priest, but he has tried many methods to no avail. The Blood Trampler has no interest in men who are weaker than her, and she is also very disdainful of Orric's inferior bloodline, without even a minimum of respect for the tribe leader.

In this regard, Orric was filled with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

For orcs who believe in bloodline theory, the nobility of bloodline is a very important thing, because it means the distance between them and the gods.

Most orcs are the creations of the orc gods. The orc gods are divided into two categories. One is the powerful orc gods. For example, the contemporary main god of the orc pantheon, "The Giant Dog Who Devours the Sky" Le Fond, originally He is a dog-man; the other type is a powerful beast who became a god, and after becoming a god, he broke away from his beast identity, chose to join the orc pantheon, and created a humanoid race with his own characteristics, such as the former The main god of the orc pantheon in ancient times, the "iron-faced evil spirit" Snakenel, was originally a huge poisonous snake. The race he created was the snake-man who was famous for his cunning and viciousness among the orcs.

The centaur is the creation of the "Lord of the Iron Hoof" Kodak. This god was originally a wild horse. After becoming a god, he no longer regarded himself as a horse, but transformed into a centaur and half horse, and created The centaur clan promotes their own beliefs.

For centaurs, the concentration of iron hoof blood is the level of nobility. Orric was born in a collateral lineage and was not a direct heir to the Iron Hoof blood. He was born inferior to His Majesty's direct descendants.

Orik was not dissatisfied with this natural status gap. What he was dissatisfied with was that Ovela completely rejected his courtship - this is like a self-made businessman who has long been accustomed to being looked down upon by officials, but if the other party If his marriage proposal is rejected, he will still be angry.

"This guy's anger is our opportunity." After the sun set, inside the small tent of the traveling merchant, Qiao Xiu no longer had the innocent and silly smile he had during the day, and his serious face was full of murderous intent.

There was no sly smile on Shuang's face during the day, and it was full of cold and ferocious looks: "I think you are too cautious! They are just two high-level people. We just need to find an opportunity to attack and kill them first." If one falls, you can take care of the remaining one as you wish!"

Qiao Xiu smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in his eyes. Instead, there was something sinister and strange: "Our goal is not just to kill a high-ranking priest and a clan leader. If we act recklessly, we will be exposed. In that case, we will soon fall into the trap of the orcs. The siege by the powerful men of all races will force them to retreat early. "What do you think?"

"no!"

"I don't want this either." Qiao Xiu nodded, "So we have to create an illusion to make everyone think that the priest's death has nothing to do with us. Although it is impossible to hide it for too long, if we can delay it for a while, maybe we can Chance to kill one or two more priests!”

Shuang's eyes brightened a bit, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I like this idea!" he said.

Qiao Xiu smiled again and took out a few medicine bottles: "These are carefully prepared by Master A'Kane and Master Wendy. Their toxicity is secondary. The key is to have various special effects. As long as they are used properly , we can easily reach our goal.”

"Then when will we do it?" Shuang asked eagerly.

"It's almost done, just these two days." Qiao Xiu said confidently, "I have a complete understanding of the situation of this tribe. The next step is to create an opportunity so that the two masters' proud works can exert their power. !”

The next day, a big event happened in the Iron Hoof tribe.

That night, the patriarch Orik, who had been pursuing Priest Ovela, got drunk and broke into the temple of the Lord of the Iron Hoof while drunk. He openly proposed to the Blood Trampler and refused to leave after being rejected. He shamelessly demanded Stay overnight in the temple.

Olvera was furious, drew her halberd and attacked him. Originally, with Orric's strength, he should be able to easily resist her attack, but maybe because he drank too much and his hands and legs were weak, Orric accidentally missed and was seriously injured by her halberd.

The halberd had drunk countless blood and had already possessed terrifying magic power. Not only was Orric injured, he was also poisoned. After examination, the witch doctor determined that the poison came from the so-called "corpse fungus". If you want to remove the toxin, you must find a corpse that is pregnant with corpse fungus, and then you can use witchcraft to absorb the corpse poison from his body. Walk.

Olvera is naturally responsible for this matter. So the Bloodstompers took their halberds and longbows and set out into the war-torn lands of the south to find the bodies they needed.

Early in the morning of the third day, the traveling merchants who felt that the atmosphere in the tribe was too bad also left worriedly. The uncle looked a little dissatisfied, but was persuaded by his nephew with the reason that "smart businessmen don't stay in dangerous places".

They said goodbye to the centaurs who were depressed because of the huge change, and continued to travel eastward.

But in fact, not long after leaving, they put all the goods, carriages and pack horses into the pre-prepared half-plane storage box. Shuang Qing whistled and revealed his true form, with two wings blowing wind, carrying Qiao Xiu all the way to the south, whistling away.

Their layout has been completed, and now it's time to kill!

I've been in a low state these days, and I'm writing slower and slower...