Ember Dragon

North of the Black Stone Mountains, south of the Ugo Steppe, on the banks of the Bindler River.

"It hurts"

"what!"

"Damn you, damned Imperials, by the Father Gruumsh, my legs"

"Save me, sir, please save me! Don't leave me here!"

Beside the gurgling river, there were wounded soldiers groaning in pain everywhere, and their flowing blood once again dyed the river red.

These orcs either had their legs blown off by artillery fire, or had their bodies burned by flames. Some even had half of their bodies burnt black, and they were just barely alive.

The shamans of the tribe wandered around, treating those with minor injuries, applying herbs to them, and performing spore magic, while those with serious injuries were simply left alone.

Once someone dies, the orcs will ruthlessly throw his body into the river, making it part of the Bindler River. Even orcs who are seriously injured and unconscious but still breathing are pushed into the river.

This was an act in keeping with the teachings of Goush - orcs are eternal warriors, and all those who are sick, weak, lame, or unfit for war should be purged.

“God the Father is above.”

"Are we just going to die here?"

Seeing the corpses and even the surviving members of the same tribe being thrown into the river, the orcs couldn't help but feel grieving for the loss of their loved ones, and the atmosphere around them became increasingly depressing and desperate.

In a hidden place in the valley, the chiefs of many clans including Black Crow, Frostwolf, Rock Lizard, etc. gathered together and held a secret meeting.

"Do we really want to do this? Solo..." The leader of the Rock Lizard Clan was still a little hesitant. After all, he had witnessed Solo's strength with his own eyes.

After obtaining the mysterious "gift", Solo's strength is no less than that of the former great chief Batu.

“What are you afraid of? Does he dare to go against the whole clan and kill us all?” The leader of the Black Crow Clan sneered.

The leader of the Frostwolf clan took a step forward and said bluntly: "We must leave the Redblood Tribe! If we continue like this, the elites of our respective clans will be consumed by them!

After Lord Batu's death, the Red Blood Tribe is only in name only! Only he can lead us orcs to conquer the world!"

The Frostwolf Clan and the Black Crow Clan have been at odds with each other for a long time, and have a blood feud that goes back generations, but at this moment, they are rarely on the same front.

Solo trained low-level orcs and allowed those lunatics who were not worthy of being called "orcs" to plunder all the resources on the Ugo grassland, which had caused dissatisfaction among the orc leaders.

Before the war began, they still had some hope for Solo, and were able to swallow their anger and stay in the Red Blood Tribe for the sake of the overall interests of the Orcs.

But after the war ended with the orcs' total defeat and the slaughter of all the lower-level orcs, these clan leaders could no longer tolerate it - the Red Blood Tribe, especially Chief Solo, had gone too far!

They want to take back the autonomy of the clan!
They want to return to the Ugo Prairie, kill all those greedy low-level orcs, and take back the pastures and hunting grounds of their respective clans!

"Yes, Solo's mind has been corrupted by the power of those low-level orcs. He is no longer worthy of being our leader."

"I even suspect that the strange power that created the low-level orcs was not given by the Father God at all, but was obtained by Solo by sacrificing his people and making deals with alien beings!"

"He is insulting Father God and the great orc race!"

"Before Lord Batu died, Solo was just a general in the Red Blood Tribe. What qualifications did he have to command us clan leaders?"

"He doesn't deserve it! This guy used up all the resources of the grasslands and produced millions of garbage, and what was the end result? We didn't even touch the walls of Avenderdan!"

"Solo is no longer worthy of being called an orc! He is the chieftain of the lower orcs, not ours!"

Suddenly, more than 20 clan leaders present were outraged. They beat their chests and stamped their feet, venting their anger towards the Red Blood Tribe and Chief Solo, wishing they could stab him to death with their knives.

There is a primitive democratic system within the orc community. Only orcs recognized by the leaders of each clan are qualified to become the orcs' common leader, the so-called "great chief."

Hundreds of years ago, a great chieftain caused public outrage and was voted into exile by orcs from all clans. The deposed chieftain was eventually frozen to death in the wilderness.

Now, although the leaders of the clans have no way to exile Solo, they can lead their respective tribes to leave the Red Blood Tribe, leaving this so-called "great chief" alone.

Sark, the leader of the Frostwolf clan, stood up, raised his weapon, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, we will go back and contact our respective tribes in the next few days, and rise up together in the early morning of three days.

Remember, we need to divide our troops into more than ten groups and flee in different directions so that he cannot concentrate his forces to stop us.

By then, the so-called Red Blood Tribe, hehe, will be left to Solo and his bastard offspring."

The leader of the Earth Beast Clan clapped his hands and said, "Yes, let's do it. I've said it before, those greedy and stupid bastards are not worthy of being with us!"

“Hahahaha, since Solo and Mok like the low-level orcs so much, let them stay with these bastards for the rest of their lives!”

The clan leaders all laughed with their hands on their hips. They had long been fed up with this kind of life of hiding from place to place, and had also been fed up with Solo's humiliation and abuse.

Sack looked around, a hint of ferocity in his eyes: "By the way, no one can reveal this matter. If anyone dares to tell Solo, I will make him live a life worse than death!"

"Crack, snap, snap!"

Suddenly, there was applause from above the heads of the clan leaders, followed by a familiar voice: "You really surprised me!"

The tone was sarcastic at first, then turned into uncontrollable anger and resentment: "You - traitors of the orcs!"

Hearing that voice, Sack's expression suddenly changed and his face turned pale. He slowly raised his head and said the name with trembling lips: "Solo, Solo, why are you here?"

"what?"

"Damn it! When did he get here?"

"You, you look up, it turns out he has been here all the time!" The clan leader's voice was filled with tears.

The orcs raised their heads and saw Solo standing on the top of the cliff, looking down at them. His face was ferocious, veins bulging on his forehead, and his cloudy eyes were full of murderous intent. His strong body, more than six meters tall, was like a small mountain.

Beside him were two strong and burly green-skinned orcs, who were also nearly five meters tall, wearing heavy armor made of various parts, with sharp steel claws on their hands and grim smiles on their faces.

These extremely tall orcs stood at the top of the valley, casting a huge shadow that enveloped several clan leaders.

"Chief Sosoro."

"You misunderstood."

"Yeah, did you hear me wrong? How could we be traitors?"

There was a series of crackling sounds, and the weapons in the hands of the clan leaders fell to the ground. They looked at each other, their faces full of astonishment and panic.

The moment Solo showed up, under the overwhelming pressure, the clan leaders who were originally furious seemed to have their backbones broken, and they could not stand up no matter what.

Only Sak of the Frostwolf Clan has not surrendered.

Although his face was pale and almost bloodless, he still held the spear tightly with trembling hands, barely supported his body to stand up, and questioned: "Suo, Soro, what makes you the chief?

You, you emptied the entire Ugo Prairie and created millions of low-level orcs, but you were defeated by the Burning Empire! You are not worthy at all-"

"Swish——" First there was an explosion caused by the air being torn apart, and then there was a crisp "puff" sound as the flesh and bones were pierced.

Sack's words undoubtedly touched Solo's sore spot. In a rage, the chieftain actually threw the spear in his hand at Sack.

Blood gushed out, and the spear pierced through the orc's head, but the tip of the spear protruded from the hip and pierced deeply into the rock behind him.

The chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, the famous orc warrior Sak, was nailed to the wall by Solo's casual blow!

Sack died with his eyes open. His body raised his head and looked at Solo with disbelief. Until his death, he did not believe that Solo really dared to kill him.

For a moment, the valley was silent. After a long time,

"Zak is dead."

"he died."

"Still nailed to the rock."

He was Sak, the leader of the Frostwolf Clan! He commanded thousands of wolf riders, and even Batu respected him and treated him as an elder.

But now, Solo actually killed him just like that? As easy as killing a chicken?
In an instant, the clan leaders in the valley felt a great fear looming in their hearts. The rules they had passed down for thousands of years seemed to be about to be broken.
"Great Chief, I am innocent! I was bewitched by them!"

"I have no intention of rebellion. It was Sack! It was that damned devil who proposed it! You have to distinguish right from wrong. I have always worked hard for the orcs!"

"Great Chief, please spare me. We, the Jackdaw Clan, are willing to devote all our strength to serve you!"

For a while, the valley was filled with cries and pleas for mercy. In front of Sak's bloody corpse, the clan leaders no longer had their former majesty and authority, and were just like a group of wild dogs wagging their tails to beg for mercy.

The leader of the Rock Lizard Clan buried his body deep in the ground and kowtowed with tears on his face, not caring at all even though his forehead was covered in blood.

Solo looked down at them, his eyes revealing disgust and disdain.

The more these clan leaders begged for mercy, the more Solo looked down on them, and the more he wanted to kill them all.

He said in a cold voice: "Just now Sak questioned me why I became the chief of the Red Blood Tribe. I think the answer should be clear now."

Solo shook his fist, which was bigger than a normal person's head, and grinned, "Just with this! I can kill all of you by myself, isn't that enough?"

"Enough, enough."

"That's enough."

The clan leaders in the valley nodded in agreement, their faces full of humility and flattery, and they just wanted to save their lives.

After all, Sack's body was still warm and bleeding.

But Solo didn't care about their reactions and continued, "The great Father God Gruumsh once said: If you want to die early, then show weakness to others, because - the weak do not deserve to live in this world."

"boom!"

Solo jumped down from the top of the cliff, causing the ground to tremble and dust to fly, and also making many clan leaders stiff and unable to move.

He grasped the spear stuck in Sack's head and pulled it out with a little force.

Suddenly, warm blood and brain matter gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto Solo's face and body, but he ignored it and didn't care, just staring at the clan leaders.

Solo looked around, the blood on his face was like some kind of totem, exuding a weird, bloody and mysterious aura.

"You have enough strength, but you tried to defect from the Red Blood Tribe. After I found you, you didn't resist, but chose to kneel down and beg for mercy. Do you think you have the right to live?"

"what?"

"Do you want to kill everyone?"

"Solo, you are going too far! If you kill us, the Red Blood Tribe will fall apart!"

"Sack is already dead, we can still live in peace! Don't push us into a dead end!"

Suddenly, the expressions of the orcs in the valley changed drastically, and emotions such as despair, fear, and anger involuntarily appeared on their faces.

Some even yelled, "Solo! If all the clans unite, even if you are truly favored by God, you will inevitably die!"

But Solo walked out of the valley without even turning his head. He just ordered in a deep voice: "Get rid of these traitors for me."

"Yes, Warchief."

“That’s what I like to do!”

Under the horrified gaze of the clan leaders, the two extremely burly and strong green-skinned orcs on the top of the cliff laughed wildly and jumped down.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"Bastards! Do you want to devour my master? In the name of pure-blooded orcs, I order you to get out of here!"

"leave me alone!"

The clan leaders in the valley held their breath and shouted angrily, as if that would drive them away.

But the two green-skinned orcs remained unmoved. They grinned and waved their steel claws. White light flashed, blood gushed out, and broken body parts flew everywhere.

In just a short while, the valley turned into a bloody slaughterhouse. The rock walls were soaked with blood, the clan leaders were dead all over the ground, and the two orcs were covered in blood, half-kneeling behind Solo.

"Captain, we have killed all these old guys."

“That’s refreshing.”

These two green-skinned orcs are the newly selected orc leaders by Solo. Their names are Garlon and Mond, and both of them are extremely fond of killing.

Solo nodded nonchalantly, as if treating the massacre as a trivial matter: "Cut off their heads and hang them outside the tent to see the reactions of the warriors from each clan.

If anyone shows signs of rebellion, kill them all; they are just remnants of a bygone era."

Hearing that they could kill people again, the two orc leaders were overjoyed and immediately accepted this good job.

Solo turned his head, looked at the pile of corpses, and said calmly: "By the way, throw their bodies into the Mother River.

Although they are all weak cowards, they are indeed much stronger than ordinary orcs. Using their blood as nourishment, we should be able to breed stronger and bigger orcs. "

"Yes, Warchief."

The two orc leaders responded in unison, and then happily went to clean up the remains, preparing to start the next killing feast.

Solo raised his head and looked towards the south again, his eyes full of hatred: "Just wait, Burning Empire, that day is not far away" (End of this chapter)