Chapter 245: Thorge, get out of your doghouse!

After half a day, Luo Lin and Vianna stood at the mouth of the valley where Thorg was, and then the orc leading the way ran away like flying away, and soon disappeared.
"It seems to be undefended." Luo Lin looked at the mouth of the valley. Apart from a stone standing there, he didn't see any orcs.
If you didn't look into the valley from the canopy of the tree, you could see many wooden houses and many human figures. No, if it should be a beast shadow, Luo Lin would almost think that the orc deliberately took the wrong way to deceive him.
It is normal to think about it. This is already in the depths of the Hengduan Mountains. Whoever has nothing to do will run here. Moreover, the orcs have strong temperament and self-confidence that they are invincible in courage. They are never afraid of challenges, and naturally they will not set up any guards.
"We go over there. Call the orc king to come out. If the talk collapses, he has to do it, and we can run away quickly." Luo Lin pointed to the rock wall on the side of the valley, which is very steep and difficult to climb from the valley. Go up.
"Ok."
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. No mistake. Valley.
Sorge is discussing the affairs of the clan with several heavy ministers, discussing solutions.
He is the orc king, and the responsibility of the orc king is far more than fighting. His most important mission is to lead the tribe to survive and multiply, and continue to grow, to obtain more and better development space.
Now, more than 40,000 soldiers followed him into the Hengduan Mountains. At the beginning, there was a courage in everyone's hearts, and the cohesion was extremely high. But now more than half a year has passed, and after enjoying peace for a long time, although this cohesion is still there, many practical problems have been exposed.
In the forest, food is certainly not a problem. But the living conditions in the dense forest are not so comfortable. The beasts and diseases plague the orcs. Just six months. Nearly two thousand orcs died for no reason.
These are all powerful fighters. And their total is just over 40,000, and they can't afford such a loss!
"Sacrifice, the spread of cold and heat is serious, have you found a cure?". The orc king asked the old priest.
This cold-heat syndrome is a strange disease. After getting it, the whole body becomes hot for a while, like a stove, and for a while, the whole body becomes cold like an ice cave. This symptom will get better in a while. It will be bad for a while, if no treatment is given, the patient will become thinner and thinner, and eventually there is a half chance of death.
The odds are so high that at least half of the two thousand orcs who lost their staff have died of cold and fever.
The wrinkled face of the high priest was wrinkled, and he shook his head bitterly: "There is no other way than to treat with magic power. Your Majesty, the power of the priest is limited. My advice is the same as before. All get sick. The orcs must be set up separately. Feed them a thick broth every day, and the strong warriors can survive. Those who are weak. Let them return to the arms of their ancestors."
"Hey~" The Orc King sighed, and then ‘Hey! With a helpless grunt, his heart burned with anger: "That human being is really hateful! If I took Vendome, how could I face such a predicament now!"
The orcs in the tent were silent. They knew that their Majesty was in a bad mood.
After a while, the orc king said again: "I heard that the first batch of dolls have been born, take them over and let me have a look."
After the big sacrifice, an orc immediately ran out of the tent, and when he came in again, he had a little more in his hand.
This little bit of eyes hadn't opened yet, and there was a thin face on his face. It was obvious that he had just been born. Among the big palms of this orc, the little thing was struggling uneasily, making a "babble" sound in his mouth.
Orc King Thorg stretched out his hand to take the little thing, looked carefully, compared the appearance of the orc doll in his memory, couldn't help sighing: "The human woman is still thin and weak. This baby has inherited the inferior blood of their mother, such a Don’t be small, when I grow up, I’m not going to be strong enough. How to fight? Will the name of my great orc be ruined in my hands?"
At the beginning, all the orcs who passed through the portal were warriors, and almost no female orcs followed. Now that the portal has been destroyed because it has run to its limit, these fighters have cut off their way back.
Then, if the problem of reproduction is not solved, then after another thirty years, even if there has been no war, the average life span of the orcs is less than 50, and they will basically die of old age. That makes people laugh out loud.
To solve this problem, the Orc King captured a large number of human women on his way into the Hengduan Mountains.
Now, more than ten months have passed, and the first batch of hybrid orcs have been born. The bloodline of the orcs is very powerful, and they are very fertile, and these are strong fighters. Therefore, the number of these mixed-blood orcs, including most of the unborn fetuses, amounts to 10,000. Bringing only 12,000 Terran women.
However, this little thing is too thin, and the heroic orc king was greatly disappointed when he saw it.
The big sacrifice had a different view. He looked at the little thing with pink skin in the orc king's hand, and smiled: "Your Majesty, this is not necessarily a bad thing."
"Oh, how do you say?" Sorge paid great attention to the words of the high priest.
"Many of the women captured at the time were magicians, and they had good magic talents. This talent was passed on to their children, and many of these children have good talents. Although our race does not have human magic, this It is a very good sacrifice to the seedlings. Many of them can easily master the ancestral witchcraft."
"Oh~" The orc king suddenly turned from worry to joy. Many of the rituals of witchcraft have powerful powers, such as the elemental sacrifice branch, which can control the power of nature. It has the power of lightning, flames, and even the earth, but the power is not Magic belonging to the human race.
If there are a lot of sacrifices, then it is worth sacrificing some power.
"Sacrifice, what do you suggest about this?" the orc king asked.
"Not much advice. The most important thing is to treat their mothers kindly. Your Majesty, nowadays, people in the camp often take pleasure in the abuse of human women. This is very undesirable. Because in the foreseeable future, our next generation of kings must be Produced among these mixed-race orcs, they will remember this hatred when they saw their mother's misery since they were young. This is not a good thing."
Thorg agreed and nodded. He said to an orc beside him: "Adoron, you are responsible for this. Go and tell my soldiers, be kind to their women, don't let them get hungry, cold Broken their bodies, they are the mothers of my orcs who have reproduced on this continent. If anyone defies, they will be sentenced to whipping. If someone kills his own woman, cut off his nose and ears, he will be ashamed!"
Adoron is a strong orc. He worships the orc king the most. He salutes immediately after hearing the words: "Yes, Your Majesty!"
He led away.
Thorge teased the little thing in his hands with great interest, until the little thing cried impatiently, and he smiled and returned the little thing to the sacrifice.
The sacrifice took the child out of the camp, and a human woman rushed forward and snatched her child from her hand. She checked it carefully for fear that the child would be harmed.
In the camp, Thorge saw this scene and felt a little bit: "Although she is a little thinner, she is a qualified mother just like the women of our clan."
"Your Majesty said." The high priest agreed.
Even if this matter has been discussed, Thorg is ready to discuss the issue of weapons, which is another shortcoming of the orcs at present.
Nowadays, many people of the orcs are holding thick wooden sticks, and some of them can hold iron hammers, but very few, the number is less than 10,000, all of which are used by brave warriors.
Thinking of the weapon problem, Thorg thought of Vendome's defeat and the human warrior who broke his arm, and a burst of anger suddenly surged in his heart.
But soon ~EbookFREE.me~ this anger was suppressed by him. As the king of the orcs, Thorg was very sober. He knew that this anger had no other benefit besides making him lose his mind. He had to control himself. .
Just as he was about to speak, suddenly a voice came into the tent: "Sorg, get out of your doghouse!"
The voice was so familiar that Thorg would never forget it for a lifetime. His eyes turned red, and anger surged in his heart, impacting all his reason, so that he thought he had auditory hallucinations.
"Who is outside?" He stood up, holding a blood-type tomahawk in his hand, strode out of the tent, and when he looked up, he saw two people standing there on the top of the valley.
One is Luo Lin, the human warrior, and the other is Viana, the emerald dragon. Both are his enemies!
"Dare to break into my territory, I really want to die!" Thorge gritted his teeth and squeaked. (To be continued...)
Chapter 245 Thorge, get out of your doghouse! :
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