death of hope

Chapter 942: "Psychic Storm" (18) Glory and Dream (Part 2)

One year before the Battle of Yarazul:
The orc tribes once looted and slaughtered human colonial villages in nearby star regions. The powerful Terra Federation had never suffered such humiliation.

It's not that I don't want to retaliate, it's just that the time has not come yet. It takes time to assemble the fleet. A year later, the humans of Terra came with fire and sword.

In this battle, the furious federal soldiers pursued the orcs tirelessly from the afternoon to the evening, and only stopped after the orc warriors, who had abandoned their armor and weapons, fled to the city wall.

As the saying goes, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth: the only law in the physical universe is the survival of the fittest, and there is no mercy in the conflict between different intelligent races.

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The entire battle zone was littered with corpses and countless lives were lost. Dozens of orc villages were massacred, and precious cultural heritage and the ancient shaman totem temples were burned to ashes by thermite incendiary bombs.

The once prosperous Yarazul tribe's home planet is now only ruins and smoke.
The sentry on night duty witnessed strange ghostly lights, and along with the bleak and fishy wind of the night, miserable howls echoed across the plains. It was unclear whether it was the howling of seriously wounded and dying orc warriors, or the mournful whispers of the dead spirits of orc shamans.

That night, Sergeant Dominic Vilnius returned to the camp carrying his power axe and his spoils: an orc high-level warlord and a huge head of an orc high-level shaman.
At the celebration banquet at the headquarters, Dominic received commendation from the marshal and was promoted exceptionally to become the youngest captain and company commander in the legion.

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At dawn the next day, the gate of the main city of the Yarazul Orc Tribe slowly opened. What came out was not the orc army with flags flying, but the old and weak tribal chieftain with pale green and wrinkled skin.

The old chief's children and grandchildren had all been killed in yesterday's battle. There were no more soldiers left in the city. The generals and high-ranking shamans were all dead.
Only the old chief was left, walking alone, holding a white flag with his staff, heading towards the direction where the federal army was stationed, and tremblingly walked into Marshal Vinal's tent.

A federal senator who was accompanying the army put forward harsh conditions, threatening destruction if they were not met.

The old chief put aside the proud pride of the Orc tribe, knelt down before the double-headed eagle flag, submitted to the powerful Terra Human Federation, gave up the sovereignty of the planet, and surrendered unconditionally.

That day, Leon's uncle, the young Captain Dominic Vilnius, wore a brand new military uniform and witnessed this glorious moment - a highlight moment for the people of Terra.

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Later, the old earl held a grand welcoming ceremony to welcome his son back home.

The people of Ix gathered on the street, throwing flower petals, singing and dancing, and hanging colorful flags and banners on the buildings along the street to welcome the young master of Ix. The two orc heads brought back were embalmed and displayed as glorious trophies, showing the knight bloodline of the Vilnius family with abundant martial virtues.

A year later, young Dominic stood out among his many brothers and sisters and naturally inherited the title of earl.

In the luxurious private room of the restaurant, Li Ang told everyone about his uncle's heroic deeds. Obviously, he also wanted to replicate his uncle's success story.

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Colleagues at the institute were all excited after hearing this, and their curiosity about the Vilnius family grew even stronger.

A drunk colleague asked about Leon's background and why he didn't stay in Ix but went out to explore the world.

This question seemed to touch Leon's sore spot, causing his smile to gradually twist: unlike before when he talked about his brave uncle the Earl,

Li Ang had a false smile on his face, his speech became stammering, and he lied to everyone, hiding the unspeakable truth in his heart.

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That night, the colleagues ate, drank and had fun, and everyone was having a great time. Of course, no one took it seriously and questioned Li Ang's words:
Leon Vilnius's natural aristocratic temperament, the rich knowledge acquired from his expensive private education, as well as his high emotional intelligence and polite manners and conversation all demonstrate his aristocratic style.

The next day was the weekend and the institute was closed. Everyone drank until midnight before disbanding. Only after watching the last colleague leave in a taxi did Li Ang take a deep breath and relax.

He was bothered by the lie, which was a shameful act ungentlemanly.
But what forced him to lie and hide the truth was precisely his hypocritical and competitive sense of honor, which made him feel indescribably uncomfortable.

Li Ang did not return to the dormitory immediately. He held the last bottle of whiskey in his hand and drank it while walking.

Wandering aimlessly in the neon-lit night market of Shin-Sapporo...