Stone Hammer Orc Tribe.

On the animal skin blanket in the chief's tent, the top leaders of the Stone Hammer Orc Tribe sat in a circle, all of whom were cold-faced and silent, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Faced with the Three Dragons' powers, the Stone Hammer Orc Tribe faced a difficult choice.

That is to abandon some of the tribe members, who cut off the rear and block the enemy's pursuit.

"Father, can't you escape together?" Sangga Shihh was quite angry and punched the animal skin blanket.

In the tent, everyone's eyes focused on Grame Shimao's orc chief, who was in his prime, who grew older overnight.

Feeling everyone's expectant gaze, he shook his head: "Someone must stay behind the rear, otherwise the enemy's wolf cavalry will catch up with us, and no one will escape by then."

"Chief, there's no time."

The old orc who had been closing his eyes and resting, opened his wrinkled eyes and his thick lips pierced with rings: "The Spirit of Elements tells me that danger is approaching, and you must make a choice as soon as possible."

The orcs reacted fiercely and the tent exploded.

"So fast?! Our tribe is so long away from the Triangle Plain!"

"Does the brown-skinned wild boar eat shit? Why can't you stop it for a while?!"

“…”

"Quiet!" Grame roared.

Everyone suddenly became quiet.

As everyone watched, Grame stood up with a grip on the hammer and looked around: "My mistaken decision has brought the tribe to the brink of destruction. I will stay and die in the battlefield to make up for my mistake."

"Chief, it's not your fault. It was agreed only by everyone's discussion."

"The Shima Tribe cannot do without your leader..."

"No need to persuade me, I have decided, and if I don't die, the dragon's anger will not subside," Grame interrupted everyone and looked at his best son.

"Sangga, from now on, you will be the new chief of Shimao. Take the little boys to ride on the wolf and run away! The farther you run, the better!"

The word "escape" is so harsh to orcs who love the honor of warriors, and it can almost be equated with cowardice and shame.

But at this time, Sangga could not say anything to refuse. It was not because he was afraid of death, but because he knew that his mission was more difficult and more important than leaving the tribe members who died in battle, because he was carrying the fire of the stone hammer.

"Shaman, the tribe needs your wisdom, you evacuate with Sangga."

"I won't need it," said the shaman who has always obedient, and he made a different opinion: "I can't live long and can't run anymore. My apprentice will take over me."

Grame didn't say much anymore, lifted the curtains of the tent and walked out, squinted his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky, took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Stone Hammer tribesmen!"

Hearing the chief's shouts, the orcs packed their bags and whispered suddenly became quiet and looked at the majestic figure in the center of the tribe.

"I am your chief - Gram Shimao! We have failed! I shouldn't believe in human promises! I have harmed everyone! I have harmed the Stone Hammer Tribe! I have no face to face my ancestors!"

"The dragon's army will not be here long. I will stay and stop them and buy time for everyone to evacuate, but I can't do it alone."

"Warrior of the Stone Hammer, now, I beg you as an ordinary orc, to stay and fight with me and buy time for everyone to retreat."

"Those who are willing to stay here, others, follow Shimao's new chief, Sanga Shimao, and he will take you to find a new home!"

The orcs consciously divided into two groups. Women, children and most of the young soldiers followed Sangga Shima and walked towards the east with the wolf carrying food and fresh water. The old man, some of the young orcs and young soldiers gathered with the old chief.

An hour later, Sanlong saw the stone hammer orc tribe in the distance from the sky. A large group of orcs lit many bonfires on the grass outside the tribe, and the fragrance of meat drifted far away.

"Huh? This group of orcs didn't escape! They were still in the mood to open a bonfire banquet!" The green dragon - Olivia, was angry and curious at the same time.

Compared to Bethasha who left the tribe to escape, the Stone Hammer Orc Chief was undoubtedly much more responsible. After the battle failed, he fled with his tribe members. The direction was very clear, which was the direction of the Stone Hammer Tribe.

"There is no one in the tribe, these guys outside should be broken," Jose's eyes flashed.

He vaguely understood the plans of the orcs, and fought to the death to buy time for the retreating tribe members. At the same time, he hoped that the lives of his and others could calm the dragon's anger and make the three dragons give up chasing the remaining tribe members.

The courage to die is admirable, but this is not a reason to let the enemy go.

After flying closer, Sanlong saw the age structure of the left-behind orcs, half of which were old people and half were middle-aged orcs, and only a small part of the young orcs made up, so he confirmed his guess.

With the arrival of the three dragons and the army of monsters, the orcs stopped the feast of gluttons, followed the chief and marched silently, and confronted the army of monsters from afar.

Jose hovered around the orcs and found that there were about 26,000 orcs, slightly less than the army of 30,000 monsters.

Although the number of people on our side was the dominant, and the old orcs in old bodies accounted for half of the total orcs, Jose did not dare to underestimate them at all.

The soft ones are afraid of being hard, the hard ones are afraid of being stunned, and the stupid ones are afraid of being desperate. This group of stone hammered orcs who have broken the back are afraid of being desperate. Before they die, they will definitely leave a deep memory for the monster army.

"Fun! Fun! You actually have the courage to stay! Gram Stone Hammer!"

"Dragon! Orc Warriors are fearless!" After deciding to die, Gram Shihhh became much more energetic, straightened his chest and responded heroically to the Red Dragon's words.

"Since you are fearless, why let most orcs evacuate early?"

Gram Shihammer choked, but did not respond. He raised his head and looked at the red dragon hovering in the sky: "Dragon! Do you dare to come down and fight me!"

"Just! The last time you six of you joined forces didn't get a advantage on me! You are the only one now! What gives you the courage to say this?!"

"Last time didn't count!" Grame Shihhh was a little angry when he mentioned this.

The six masters joined forces to fail to gain advantage on a teenage dragon, which makes people laugh and is definitely considered a dark history.

"Last time it was you who attacked! Your ability to catch fire is so weird! This time I am prepared! I may not lose to you!"

"Your arrogance will bring you failure and death!"

In fact, Jose agreed with the orc chief's words.

His family knew his family affairs, but he did take advantage of the surprise attack last time. The six master-level powerful men did not understand his abilities and were worried about them. In addition, they did not want to fight to the death, which made him realize the miracle of his one dragon forcing the six masters to retreat.

In essence, he is not much stronger than a master-level strongman. If he fights a life-and-death battle with the orc chief, with the injury recovery ability of [Immortal Bird Heart], the probability of a miserable victory is relatively high.

However, that was Jose from the past.

Now he has a legendary [Dana Shield] on him. Even if he cannot fully exert the power of this legendary equipment, he can improve his combat power a lot.

Killing this most difficult chief first can greatly damage the morale of the orcs and reduce the losses of the family army.

Thinking of this, he fell to the ground.

When his limbs touched the grass, his wings were gathered behind him, Jose said in a deep voice: "Since you are looking for death! Then I will fulfill your wish!"

"Wait!" Grame Shihhh said loudly: "If I win, you will let me go! How about it?"

Jose raised his eyebrows.

He could understand the orc chief’s idea—to fight for hope for life for his tribe-people who follow him.

To be fair, if it weren't for the hostile relationship, Jose would like these orcs quite a bit.

Orcs have clear love and hate, and they don’t have so many colorful things. Their loyalty is to serve the loyalty, rarely betrayal, and they have good combat power.

But, a pity...

Jose asked back, "What if you lose?"

"If I lose...oh..." Grame Shihhh scratched his head with some distress, and he found that he had no bargaining chips.

If I had known this, I would have left some pigs and sheep.

He was a little annoyed: "If I lose, I will let you deal with it!"

"Ha! You orc have learned to cheat!" Jose sarcastically said, "What else can you do if you lose if you don't let me deal with it?"

"I have nothing to give you. The Shima Tribe has only these tents left except us."

"What did that guy Pinoc impress you with?"

A hint of loneliness flashed in Grame Shimao's eyes: "He didn't give us anything, he just promised that if he wins, the Dana Kingdom would help the Shimao tribe return to the orc empire."

"I see."

Jose suddenly realized that no wonder among the indigenous coalition, the stone hammer orcs were the one who made the most efforts and worked hardest. It turned out that this promise was there.

In the south of the Tedanor Continent, to the west of the most prosperous area of ​​human civilization is the orc territory - the orc Empire.

The orc tribe and orc empire in the northern prairie are originally in line with each other.

In the Fourth Era more than 2,800 years ago, orcs and humans competed for the hegemony of the mainland. The orcs failed, lost a large area of ​​territory, and were driven to the west of the mainland's first mountain range, the Sunset Mountains.

But not all orcs retreated in time. Those orcs who did not have time to retreat were either driven away by humans or hid in remote areas. The northern grassland is a major destination for orcs to retreat.

Even though time has passed for more than two thousand years, the orcs on the northern prairie still want to return to the empire. The distant empire represents their glory and their spiritual pillar.

However, these orcs are just silly and actually believe in the promises of the Dana Kingdom.

That's right, the Kingdom of Dana has an estuary, and you can reach the Orc Empire through the Storm Strait, but there is no route to the Orc Empire.

You know, opening up a new route is not a matter of one day or one night. There are more dangerous creatures in the sea than on land and are more difficult to deal with. Even if there are safe routes, there are many examples of accidents every year, not to mention that there are no routes.

However, this is not a big deal for the orcs. The news is closed and I don’t understand the situation on the mainland. In addition, I am eager to return to the empire, so it is normal for me to be fooled by the Dana people.

No matter what, when Jose saw the orc chief being stupid, he was a little reluctant to kill him.

The Red Dragon went to Dana Kingdom to rob several nobles this time, and it is not certain that they have been targeted by the Dragon Slaying Warrior. If he could take a master-level peak warrior for his own use, his safety would be more secure.

"If you lose, you will become my slave and serve me, how about you?"

Upon hearing this, Grame Shihhh held the warhammer in his hand tightly and stared at the red dragon with anger: "Dragon! You are insulting the glory of an orc warrior! Orcs will never be slaves!"
To be continued...