On the banks of the Bindler River, tents of all sizes are stationed here. At this moment, this has become the temporary stronghold of the Red Blood Tribe.

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

At this moment, the tent was brightly lit, and the orcs were furious. Their faces were ferocious, and their mouths were spitting. "Solo, you coward!"

The orc leader raised his spear and roared, "Father God said that cowards should be pierced through the chest by a sharp spear. You are not worthy to be our chief!"

"The dwarves killed our chieftain! Faced with such a blood feud, you actually told us to rest and recuperate?"

Someone pointed a spear at Solo's head, who was sitting on the throne of bones. "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."

"Snapped!"

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

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

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

Suddenly, there was silence in the tent. The orcs were speechless, and even the air seemed to freeze.

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 in various places. The orcs returned to their original loose state.

Patrols of elves and dwarves from the mountain kingdom galloped across the vast Ugo grassland, constantly hunting down lone orcs.

The golden dragon is the dawn of hope for the dwarves, but in the eyes of the orcs it is the god of death who reaps lives and the devil who brings purgatory. They even call it the "Punisher" in horror.

Golden dragons often soar in the sky, flapping their wings and spewing out hot and surging dragon flames, mercilessly burning the orcs' strongholds, leaving behind only a charred ruin with corpses everywhere and thick 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, think you can ride on my head?
Our failure is clearly the fault of you mediocre people! Lord Batu has given everything, but you just stood by and watched!

Anyone who wants to take the position of the chief of the Red Blood Tribe, just come on, I am not afraid of anyone's challenge!"

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

Because Solo was right, Batu Skullcrusher's power was obvious to all, and they couldn't even interfere in Batu's battle.

After all the "Eyes of Gruumsh" in the tribe were sacrificed, Solo Blooddrinker, who was famous for drinking the blood of giants raw, was indeed the best among them.

The orc general who had just spoken out first also stepped forward, trying to ease the situation, and whispered: "Solo, maybe..."

However, at this moment, there was a sudden change. A sharp scream was heard, and a sharp arrow pierced the wool felt outside the tent and hit Solo's chest.

"Whoosh——"

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

"Enemy attack!" Solo exclaimed, and turned sideways at an extremely fast speed, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"Crack!"

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

"Damn it, how could this happen." Solo covered his chest and looked at the incoming arrow breathlessly. He saw that it had penetrated into the hard skull with obvious force, and deadly venom was flowing out.

The attack this time was vicious and cruel, and the goal was clear, which was to take the life of him - Solo Blooddrinker!

The feathers of the arrow also caught his attention. Solo narrowed his eyes and stared at the brown feathers, his voice hoarse. "The feathers of the mountain vulture."

Only orcs would raise such brutal, ugly birds to make such arrows.

Solo's heart suddenly trembled - perhaps, this assassination did not come from the Mountain Kingdom, but from within the Orc Legion!
The orc picked up his spear, rushed out of the tent, turned his head to look in the direction where the arrow was shot. As a former hunting captain, he immediately noticed the movement in the pile of dry grass a hundred meters away.

Messy footprints, stirred up 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, but held his breath, tensed his muscles, clenched the sharp spear in his hand, and then threw it out suddenly.

"Shh-"

The spear broke through the air and quickly stabbed towards the pile of dead grass. Blood splattered, the pile of grass shook violently, and a wailing sound was heard.

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

The wolf riders followed one after another, forming small teams of three or four people. They cooperated with each other and galloped from different directions, surrounding the pile of dry grass.

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

At this moment, the orc was nailed to the ground by a spear, blood was constantly gushing out of the wound, and the orc cavalry next to him were watching him covetously.

The orc cavalryman 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 raised his hand 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, you bastard from the Red Blood Tribe, you cowardly liar."

Solo looked down at him and couldn't help frowning: "Why did you do this? We orcs who obey the will of the Father should be one.

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, his eyes were bloodshot, and bloody spit 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 foreign enemies, but at this moment you have occupied the territory of our Jackdaw Clan, robbing the land that my ancestors fought for hundreds of years to obtain, and making us homeless!"

Solo couldn't help but argue, "This is just a temporary station. The orc army will come back eventually. We will avenge Lord Batu, destroy the Mountain Kingdom, and occupy Avendeldan."

The orc assassin's expression became even more ferocious, and the mockery was not concealed at all. "Solo, stop using the lies made up by your Red Blood Tribe to deceive us!"

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

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

"It was you, the overconfident fellows of the Red Fang tribe, who deceived our chieftain and reduced us to helpless plight, until now we have been completely destroyed!" The orc used up his last bit of strength, roared with all his might, and threw the poisoned dagger in his hand at Solo.

"you dare!"

"Despicable guy!"

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

Solo looked at the pile of unrecognizable flesh in silence.

Soon, the howl of a wolf was heard in the distance, and the scout from the west brought news: "Lord Solo, the Jackdaw Clan was attacked by the dwarf army a few days ago. It has been..."

"I see."

Solo turned his head and looked at the Blackrock Mountains not far away. That was where the shield dwarves lived and it was also a high wall that the orcs had not been able to climb over for thousands of years.

It is these rolling mountains that block the orcs in this barren and desolate land, causing them to fight each other for resources.

Batu, you are the hero of the orcs, but what should I do now? Should I let the history of orcs fighting each other continue to repeat itself?
Solo sighed deeply, and a rare look of helplessness appeared on his ugly face covered with scars.

Orcs, synonymous with ruggedness and barbarism, seldom 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 was trembling slightly, and a very thick black color suddenly appeared in the water, as if it was going to swallow everything. (End of this chapter)