The crossed orc kingdom is easy to farm

Chapter 21

Manglong

Sistel was originally a talkative young man, seeing Du Ruoruo asking him so seriously, he hurriedly walked to Du Ruoruo's side, and slowly narrated everything about the Spring of True Knowledge as if reciting.

Du Ruoruo listened quietly. Such a quiet environment, such a beautiful and dreamlike scene, made her feel that any sound she made would break the mystery of this place.

Du Ruoruo listened quietly.

Although Sisitel's voice was not as rich and bewitching as Alfitt's, nor as elegant as the patriarch's, it still sounded very pleasant.

"It was a long time ago. At that time, the whole continent was still a place of glory and legends. At that time, human beings lived together with the orcs, and everyone was friendly to each other. However, the demons from the eastern world had not yet brought them. At that time, the entire People in the mainland live and work in peace and contentment, the elves like to live in the jungle, and the orcs have formed one tribe after another in the wasteland, unlike now, we orcs have to hide in the depths of the jungle..."

Sissytel's voice suddenly became sad, and Du Ruoruo immediately noticed Sissytel's tone.

Her heart also became entangled, and she hurriedly looked at Sissytel with her eyes.

Those eyes were tenderness that even Sicil could be moved by.

Sistel had never been looked at so tenderly before, his heart floated little by little, like a stone being thrown into the lake.

Swaying, but Sistel quickly reminded herself that the person in front of her was Alfit's bride.

Sisstel hurriedly put his thoughts back, and continued: "The dwarves are responsible for digging ores in the mine, and then smelting them into various things, which are sold exclusively to humans. Humans are the race with the best minds, and they have the best craftsmen. Those people used this mineral to make various tools and handicrafts. Many of them were bought by the elves who liked novelty things, and some were sold by orcs. We orcs like farming items made by humans the most. At that time, we orcs were We lived by farming, but now we can't, we have lost our fertile land and can only rely on hunting in the jungle for a living..."

Du Ruoruo felt very strange, she frowned a little, and couldn't help thinking, war?Variety?

It was such a beautiful day before, how come it disappeared later?
She wanted to ask, but seeing Sicil's sad look, Du Ruoruo decided to wait for Sicil to speak slowly.

Sissytel spoke very slowly. He didn't want to sell the lawsuit, nor did he want to hide anything, but that period of history was like a nightmare to the orcs...

Those were the bloody and dark years, countless orcs were driven from their homes, and all kinds of orcs died in that kind of war, death was enslaved, and there was famine, which almost killed half of the orcs. Countless races died in that war disappeared in the war.

Among them is the Manglong tribe with the least number and the most noble blood in the legend.

It is said that in order to save the last orc tribe, the reckless dragon tribe used their own blood to create a barrier, which won precious time and allowed the retreating orcs to leave safely, but the reckless dragon tribe never appeared again.

The most noble race in the entire continent, always aloof, the reckless dragon clan that belonged to the spiritual leader of the orcs just disappeared.

Xixitel always hoped that he could be a descendant of the reckless dragon clan, so that he could reproduce the glory that the reckless dragon clan once had.

But those seem to be just my own imagination.

With a sad look, Sissytel narrated: "How I wish I could become a brave and noble race like them..."

(End of this chapter)