Half-orcs have demonic blood and demonic characteristics in their bodies. For example, lower-level demons absolutely obey higher-level demons, and lower-level half-orcs also obey higher-level half-orcs. After all, the ancestors of the orcs were "tools" created by the abyss demons, so they were not prepared to let them go free.
Orcs are very obedient at the cost of intelligence. Mothers and butchers have higher intelligence than shamans and fighters; shamans and fighters have higher intelligence than genderless coolies.
If we talk about the average level of intelligence, even if we exclude the orc coolies, the Sky Barbarians are much smarter than the orcs. Most elementary orc fighters can only do addition operations within 20, which is exactly the sum of fingers and toes. If they had to do a subtraction question, they might chop off their fingers or toes, which was really a bit difficult for the orcs.
The physical strength, martial arts, wisdom, and tactics of the barbarians are all superior to those of the orcs, but they have their own problems.
On the one hand, the fertility of the barbarians is relatively low. It takes an adult woman one year to be pregnant, one year to breastfeed, and only two years to give birth to a child. The length of the fertility cycle is second only to the Hemer tribe, and not as good as the Disa half-elves. The orc mother's gestation period is 7 months, and the lactation period is 6 months, and she can give birth to 6 or 7 cubs in less than a year. Orc cubs still grow very fast, coolies start working at the age of five, and fighters can go out hunting with their tribe at the age of ten. Female shamans take a relatively longer time to develop. When they are about 12 years old, they learn from the elder mothers how to make their own cursed bone blades.
Half-orcs also have the benefit of losing warriors and battleshamans in the pack, and coolies will quickly fill their vacancies.
Therefore, it is natural for the barbarians in the Blackfire Tribe to be oppressed by the orcs.
The most important problem is that primitive beliefs cannot condense the light of civilization.
The goddess sect of the Disa Alliance has long been dismissed, but the famous highland families still spare no effort to maintain this sign, proving that the major city-states are a whole. Even the meanest half-elf slave will shout: Goddess of the Earth above. The Earth Temple rarely asked how slaves and poor people were doing.
The barbarians are smart and independent, but one territory cannot support the entire tribe. They will divide some of the population, open up new territories, and form new barbarian tribes. Primitive faith could not unite the barbarian tribes into a group, and blood ties could not last long. A barbarian tribe with a population of several hundred people has a weak ability to withstand risks and may be doomed one day. Due to the lack of time accumulation, the barbarian tribes were never able to develop their own civilization, which led to their severe involution.
Tribes are involution within tribes, and tribes are involution within themselves. Barbarian leaders would imitate orc tribes and create artificial classes. Skinny barbarian boys were circumcised and excess girls were sold. Although the resources were concentrated in the hands of a few barbarians, the entire tribe paid a bloody price for it.
The invasion of the Split Rock Tribe is an unpredictable opportunity for the Barbarian Tribe of Lake Braun, with both good and bad sides. At least a dozen barbarian tribes in the Braun Lake basin have gathered together. And the current situation makes the barbarians' intelligence and opinion stand out even more.
In the battle with the Earth Lord, the high-level orcs of the Split Rock Tribe suffered heavy casualties. More than half of the more than forty butchers were killed, and everyone was injured. Almost all the shamans who participated in the battle were wiped out. Quel'n'Gara has just been promoted to the sixth level of Slayer. He needs time to stabilize his realm, and the light of spirituality is also reminding him. Can the Orc Chief of the Black Fire Tribe accommodate a newly promoted sixth-level killer? What should Warchief Blackfyre do if he cannot tolerate potential competitors?
Now, Quel'n'Gara was in no mood to do anything unnecessary, and thousands of cracked rock orcs were in chaos. They wander around the town of Braun and grab what they like when they see it. A half-orc fighter put the underwear of a half-elf waitress over his head and was chased half a street by a dozen jealous companions.
That thing has no use... The barbarian warriors despised the ignorant orcs while hurriedly plundering supplies from Braun Town.
The barbarians also lost many powerful fighters and warriors, and even the shaman Loya was killed by the earth lord. In grief, the barbarian warriors could only take away more wealth to be worthy of their sacrificed compatriots. They did not need to be commanded, they spontaneously formed small groups and robbed everywhere in Braun Town.
Braun Town has a history of more than thirty years and has never been visited by barbarian raiders. The main reason is that the women of the Hemer tribe are too fierce. As long as the barbarian marauders approach the town of Braun for 20 kilometers, they will be chased and killed by a group of female Hemer warriors. You can imagine how much wealth has been accumulated in Braun Town in more than thirty years.
In the eyes of the barbarians, the bricks in Braun Town were all good things, but they wanted more gold and silver treasures, cotton and animal skins, armament grain, herbal raw materials, and the most critical iron materials.
The iron grating of the city gate of Braun Town weighs 30,000 pounds each. The two iron grilles at the front door were under the eyes of Chief Split Rock, and the barbarian warriors did not dare to attack them, but there was a back door in Braun Town that was exactly the same as the front door.
A group of strong barbarian warriors quickly passed through the messy streets. Their goal was very clear and they went straight to the back door of Braun Town.
"Quickly, go up to the city tower first and see if the winch on the iron grid can still be used. There may be weapons and equipment left behind by the half-elves in the city tower!" The second-level barbarian warrior rushed up to the steps beside the city wall with his men, and took the Several orc warriors in the way pushed down, letting them fall freely into the thick snow.
Both are fighters, but there is a big gap between half-orcs and barbarians. Orc fighters are better because of their strong explosive power, and the blood rage talent can reduce damage, but the basic strength of the barbarians is several times theirs. Barbarian warriors are not only physically strong, but also proficient in martial arts. A second-level half-orc fighter may not even be able to defeat a skilled half-elf awakener, while an ordinary barbarian fighter can directly compete with a third-level professional. Even barbarian warriors who do not have the talent to awaken blood rage can still compete head-on with level two half-elf professionals.
This group of barbarian warriors did not hesitate at all to attack the rock-splitting orcs, and were not afraid that they would go to the butcher to complain, because ordinary orc fighters were notoriously simple-minded. They may not even know who pushed them down the stairs.
The second-level barbarian warrior climbed up the city wall excitedly and smelled the smell of kerosene outside the tower. His instinct reminded him that there was danger inside the tower.
However, his mind had just been oppressed by the earth lord, and his reaction to danger became slow. He held a round shield across his chest and rushed in. But the next moment, he turned around and walked out. After only taking two steps, other barbarian warriors saw his burly and strong body split into two even pieces from the middle.
The blood covered the internal organs and slipped from the smooth and neat wounds, steaming with steam. The barbarian warriors felt a chill that penetrated their bones.
Not long after, Locke, the Sky Spirit Fighter, carried his big stone hammer to the back gate tower. He glanced at the miserable dead fellow warriors, then stepped over the two corpses and walked into the tower as silent as a tomb.
The smell inside was strong and pungent, a mixture of blood, gastrointestinal contents, tobacco, charcoal fire, and kerosene. Boss Bottom was sitting on a wooden barrel with a pipe in his mouth, his left leg crossed and his right leg crossed, with two gleaming scimitars across his knees. Surrounding him was a pool of blood, and the remains of several barbarian warriors were lying in a mess. On the floor tiles. They died like the second-level barbarian fighters outside. Their strong bodies were cut open by sharp blades, the wounds were smooth, and their plasma and internal organs flowed all over the floor.
Locke, the Sky Spirit Warrior, can still sense a sharp and fierce energy lingering in the tower, which is the manifestation of the swordsman's will. But he didn't care. He stepped into the tower, just like a giant elephant breaking into a painter's studio, instantly destroying the artistic conception inside.
"A very sharp scimitar... the red lion Bartomeu!" Locke punched the surprisingly heavy stone hammer on the floor tiles, holding the hammer handle with both hands, staring fiercely at the old swordsman sitting on the barrel.
Bottom felt the deep-seated hatred of the Heavenly Spirit Warriors towards him. He asked in surprise: "There are three Heavenly Spirit Warriors among the Barbarians of Lake Braun. Which one are you?"
Locke said in fluent half-elf language: "I am Locke of the Sabertooth, the son of Urlock."
A few barbarian raiders can speak half-elven language, which is of great help to their raiding operations.
Bottom frowned, nodded, and said sadly: "Urlock...I remember him, Urlock the Nightmare Spreader, a powerful heavenly spirit fighter. Even if he died in Sarah's hands in the end, I often see him in my nightmares. Haha, Urlok asked me to give up my adventurous career, and now, his son comes to me for revenge. This is really interesting."
Twenty years ago was the most active period for barbarian raiders in the Braun Lake Basin. This was because the Heavenly Spirit Warrior Urlock led his men to specifically attack armed caravans coming and going from Braun Town, and never failed.
The famous sect of Luoye City suffered heavy losses in Braun Town, and the Adventurer's Guild placed a reward of 100,000 gold towers on Urlock. But no one was able to hunt down Urlock. It wasn't until he and his raiders fell into the hands of a group of adventurers that Luoye City opened up the trade route to Braun Town.
The adventure group that killed Urlock was Bottom and his old members. However, Bottom did not receive the 100,000 gold tower bounty, but exchanged Urlock's head for the position of president of the Adventurer's Guild branch in Braun Town.
Barbarian Fighter Locke was silent for a while and asked: "How did my father die?"
Bottom took out the pipe in his mouth, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said: "At that time, I accepted an adventurous mission to escort an armed caravan, but I did not know in advance that the armed caravan was actually a Bait. Urlok first defeated the ambush behind the caravan, then turned around and planned to eat the bait. He and his plunderers are very strong, and we are no match for him... Only one of the more than 30 adventurers in the adventure group died. Six. I still remember the way Velen’s legs were cut off by Urlock, and he sat in a pool of blood crying... Urlock thought Sarah had been beaten to death by him, and no one expected that Sarah could stand up again. Rising up, she stabbed Urlok in the back with her spear. Then Sarah slew all the barbarian raiders, leaving none alive."
Hearing that his father was killed in a sneak attack, Locke's cold expression softened slightly and said: "Thank you for telling me this... The leader of the Taku clan has been killed in the battle, why don't you escape?"
Bottom laughed, clapped his thigh, and said happily: "That's a good question! Someone told me that the barbarians of Lake Braun must kill some Disa half-elves with their own hands in order to live in peace with the half-orcs of the outside world. Master Gangyan is not a half-elf. Elf, Mayor Mine has escaped again... As the branch president of the Adventure Guild, my head should have some weight, right?"
The Sky Spirit Warrior nodded and said: "The Great Mother Shaman of the half-orcs will like your skull, but don't think that if you die yourself, the barbarian marauders will let those half-elf escapees go. In addition to your skull, Chief Split Rock also has I specifically asked us to hunt down the Half-Elf King... His name seems to be Wiltok. Of course, I will not let go of Sarah who sneak-attacked my father."
"King of Half-Elves? Why is he the King of Half-Elves?" Bottom asked curiously.
Locke said indifferently: "Who knows? I told the chief that the Disa half-elf has no king. But the chief said he is, so be it."
Bartome looked at the Tianling Warriors, shook his head and asked: "You just listen to the orcs from the outside world? Don't you know how Luoye City will react? When the legions of Luoye City come over, aren't you barbarians going to do it? Being pushed out to death by the orcs from the outside world?"
Locke said firmly: "No. Quel'Engara has formed a blood alliance with us. From now on, the three of us Heavenly Spirit Warriors will be his ten brothers."
"Ten brothers? Haha, I can also make an alliance with you and call you Brother Locke. What's the use of this?"
There was a sneer on the face of the Tianling warrior, and he responded: "You half-elves don't understand at all, what does ten brothers mean? I didn't understand it at first, but the daughter of Tianling did a divination, and she predicted that Chief Split Rock would Invite the Tianling warriors to be his ten brothers, and this is the starting point for the Lake Braun barbarians to reach glory."
"The prophecy of the barbarian female shaman...is the female shaman who was killed by Steel Rock?" Bottom mocked the fourth-level barbarian warrior and said, "If you ask me, if the prophecy had worked, she would not have died today. "
Locke's eyes were cold, staring at Bottom with a dead look, and said calmly: "My hammer will smash your body and keep your head. The big female shaman of the Cracked Rock Department used a bone knife to dig out your brain. , peel off your scalp, throw your skull into the fire, burn out the cracks, and you will know whether the shaman's prophecy works."
"Want to do it? Very good." Bottom put down his pipe, picked up two alloy scimitars, looked at the shining blades, and said with emotion: "I particularly like these two knives, more than wealth. In the past , I earned money from participating in adventures, and the first thing I did was to buy rare metals, find a good blacksmith, and ask him to reforge my double swords. However, since Urlok was stabbed by Sarah, I thought, powerful A fifth-level barbarian warrior can be easily killed, so what’s the use of me honing my double-sword skills so hard?”
"So, I put down my swords, stopped my adventurous life, and settled down in Braun Town. I thought I would die in bed. But every time I thought about it, I couldn't sleep all night, so I could only take out these old guys in the room. Waving in..."
"You just asked me why I didn't run away? I'm telling you now, if I choose to run away, I will never be able to hold on to these old guys again!"
Batom held two knives in his hands, his eyes were bright and pure, and he said: "I am lucky not to have to die in bed. My old friend is even more lucky to drink the blood of the son of Urlock!"
The Heavenly Spirit Warrior raised the huge stone hammer with one hand and said coldly: "I will kill you, and then I will kill Sarah who attacked my father, and that Wiltok. I will inherit my father's name! Urlock I won’t die, I am Urlok of the Blade Tooth Department!”
Bottom chuckled and said, "I also promised my brother that after I kill you, I will go find them."
"Just you? A mere fourth-level professional swordsman wants to kill the Heavenly Spirit Warrior? My father said that the half-elf professional is the most ridiculous. He kills the half-elf master as easily as he kills a wild boar. If one day, I can do it alone Fighting a violent giant monster, I will kill the half-elf lord like a wild boar. I, Locke of the Sabertooth Division, have fulfilled my father's request!"
Bottom's physique is considered strong and powerful among half-elves, but compared to the fourth-level barbarian warrior, he is as slender as a half-elf female.
Locke is two meters tall and has a strong and muscular physique. When he moves forward with a heavy sledgehammer, the entire tower seems to be shaking with his footsteps, giving people an indestructible sense of oppression.
"Young Barbarian Fighter, let me tell you one thing. You don't have to be too strong. It's enough to be able to chop off your head." Bottom's hand holding the knife was steady and firm, and there was a hint of cunning and insidiousness in his fierce eyes. " Besides, you are seriously injured."
The Tianling Warrior stopped and looked down at his charred chest. When he captured the Earth Lord, the power of the lava soaked through his strong body and even his internal organs were injured.
"The pain will only make the Barbarian Warrior more..."
"There's so much nonsense, let's fight!"
Bottom kicked over the brazier next to him, the charcoal ignited the oil, and the hot flames followed a line toward the Heavenly Spirit Warrior. At this time, the light and swift scimitar was like an icy and sharp cold wind, jumping out of dazzling orange flames and hitting Locke's chest.
"Ah! Despicable half-elf..."
The fire in the tower was getting bigger and bigger, and the windows and doors were spitting out fierce tongues of flame. The fourth-level barbarian warrior Locke rushed out of the sea of fire empty-handed, staggering towards the snow-covered female wall. There were two horrific wounds on his strong body, and his left lung was pierced by a machete, just inches away from his heart. But this was not the most serious injury. The flames burned his internal organs, and he even suspected that he was almost cooked from the inside out.
After stuffing several large handfuls of snow into his mouth and letting the cold dissipate the heat in his body, Sky Spirit Fighter Locke finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and looked at the tower that was engulfed in fire, with complicated eyes.
Only warriors can understand warriors, even if they are life and death enemies.
"Red Lion Bottom, great old warrior, the flames see you off..."
