The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 321 The North's Reaction

After collecting all the valuables and spoils, Omske led his soldiers to set fire to the camp, burning it to the ground...

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“The fifth tribe!” Omske murmured, gazing at the thick smoke billowing from the fire.

At this moment, Omske and his troops had crossed the Gray Mountains and officially entered the northern wilderness. These mounted "thugs" were like fish in water in the vast wilderness! They galloped freely across the grassland, searching for orc tribes. Every tribe they encountered suffered a brutal fate at the hands of the Lagrang cavalry! Orc women and children were driven away and killed, while the able-bodied men were quickly wiped out by the soldiers. After looting, they set fire to the orc camp and then set off for the next orc tribe.

"Hmm... it's too slow for us to find orc tribes by relying on luck like this..." Baldr stroked his great bow, having not encountered a single orc worth drawing his bow on the way down the road... Baldr couldn't help but complain as his hands began to itch.

“I have a bad feeling about this…” Ravian sighed as he looked at the orc camp, now deathly silent from the massacre.

“All the sins have been committed against me! I do not believe in fate! I do not accept fate! I want to see whether their necks are tougher or my gun is tougher!” Omske said coldly.

“I don’t care what you think, but to me, a dead orc is a good orc!” Omsk grinned at the two of them.

Ravian shuddered. Although he was hostile to orcs, he had never intended to exterminate them. But judging from Omske's attitude... if the orc tribes in the North did not take action, he would really massacre the entire northern wasteland!
“Yes! These bastards deserve to die!” Baldr nodded in deep agreement. Centaurs, strictly speaking, are a type of orc, but because of their unique civilization and beliefs, they were considered outcasts by other orcs. Therefore, centaurs broke away from the orc system long ago. Initially, the centaurs, forming their own independent group, lived quite comfortably under the protection of the royal Celestial Centaur. The entire northern wasteland was their pastureland. However, as the Celestial Centaur population dwindled, the entire Centaur Empire faced an unprecedented crisis. Subsequently, internal divisions further exacerbated their plight, ultimately leading them to become the nomadic people they are today, having even lost their metallurgical technology…

The role of the orcs in the decline of the centaurs was undeniable! Large numbers of centaurs were hunted and killed by orcs. At that time, the entire North was littered with the brutally murdered centaurs. What was even more appalling was that the orcs even used captured young centaurs as food. The remaining bones of the centaurs in the North silently told the tragic story of the centaur race!

With their kingdoms destroyed and homes destroyed, the centaurs were captured in large numbers by orcs. Young female centaurs were kept in captivity, while adult male centaurs were brutally slaughtered. The female centaurs kept in captivity were reduced to breeding tools, specifically to produce baby centaurs for the orcs to eat...

The orcs of that time were not like the beggars they are now. They were capable of single-handedly resisting attacks from both the dwarves and elves! Their fighting prowess was incomparable…

"If you ask me, those orcish bastards shouldn't have been let go!" Baldr was full of hostility, but no one said anything more. Looking back at the history of the centaurs, one would know how cruelly the centaurs were treated by the orcs.

Back then, if an orc lord's banquet didn't include a roasted centaur dish, the other lords would look down on him...

Those centaurs that were kept in captivity would be served on the tables of orcs around the age of six. Roland was indeed shocked when he watched the game expansion pack because the entire production process was so bloody that it almost failed to pass censorship. It was only after being covered by a mosaic that it was successfully presented to the players.

These young centaurs, still quite young and unaware of their surroundings, were bound hand and foot, then cleaned, their rectums were cut out, and their intestines pulled out. All their internal organs were then removed through the wounds, leaving only their hearts and lungs. Finally, they were pierced with branches, brushed with grease, and roasted… Throughout this process, the centaurs watched helplessly as their bodies were cut open, clearly feeling the excruciating pain of being torn apart and the emptiness of having their internal organs removed. Moreover, female centaurs were more popular than male centaurs. If it weren't for the difficulty of centaur reproduction, perhaps the orcs would have started a centaur farming industry. …

"Humans? Humans left long ago! How could they come back?" In a large orc tribe, a burly orc sat on a chair covered with a monster skin, his sword and golden horse gleaming. He looked hesitant and solemn. If those northern humans had really returned, he would have already considered where to migrate to. After all, their ancestors had lost more battles than they had won against the human cavalry.

"How many of them are there?" The orc chieftain, who knew the terror of human cavalry well, hurriedly asked the orc kneeling on the ground in front of him. He was one of the few survivors of the Lagrange Iron Cavalry. After successfully escaping, he ran wildly for several days and finally found the patrolling wolf riders of this large tribe.

“About five hundred people…” The surviving orc thought carefully for a moment, and finally gave a conservative estimate of five fingers.

"Five hundred men? Pfft! Hahaha!" The orc lord burst into laughter in anger.

"A mere five hundred cavalrymen dare to attempt to advance north? Have they forgotten the bravery of the orcs of the north?" The lord grinned maliciously, gripping the neck of a surviving orc.

"My lord, spare my life... my lord... ba!" The surviving orc's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

"Hmph! Trash doesn't deserve to waste food!" The orc lord exuded a powerful aura, revealing himself to be at the peak of the fifth rank.

"Big brother!" Two orcs lifted the tent flap and came in. They were startled by their big brother's presence and rushed over to check on him.

"Humans have returned!" the orc lord sneered.

"Ah! I'll go tell everyone to pack their things!" The two orcs looked at their elder brother in surprise.

"Don't panic! Five hundred human cavalrymen are not enough to throw us into disarray!" A strange light flashed in the eyes of the orc lord.

"Second brother! Third brother! You two go and inform the major tribes around us! We'll send troops together to wipe out this human cavalry! We can't let their claws reach into the northern border again!" The orc lord smiled slyly. He knew that although he could also swallow this army, the losses would be considerable, so he had innately mastered the "skill" of risk sharing.

"Good! Let's smash those bastards' heads into our bellies! Hahaha!" The two brothers of the orc lord also exuded the aura of the fifth rank. This was the source of the tribe's confidence in growing to more than ten thousand people. Three fifth-rank warriors were a formidable fighting force in the northern wasteland, and basically no one would provoke them.

(End of this chapter)