The wheel of history rolls forward, and all living beings are destined to be the dust of history.

Those heroes who have left their names in history are the bright stars dotted in the long river of history.

But no one can tell whether it is a hero that changed history, or does history create heroes?

The human race’s bright calendar year 789, early summer.

The Orlando Mountains under the sunset are covered with a hazy blood.

The setting sun is like blood, the mountains are undulating, the ancient trees are vast, and from time to time, the roar of beasts breaks through the towering mountains and penetrates the sky.

The Orlando Mountains, which stretch nearly a thousand kilometers, separate the human Isaac Kingdom from the Orc Wasteland.

The Orlando Mountains are near the human side, and a fierce battle is taking place in a valley covered with dense forests.

The one who fought was an orc wearing simple leather armor and covered with light golden fluff. Her long golden hair and a wide-nosed and sea-mouthed face were the lion tribe among the orcs.

Judging from his body size, this is just a young lion. Even so, his young body is full of explosive power, launching fierce attacks on his opponent again and again.

The other side of the fight was a thin human teenager. She was only about teenagers and was a little smaller than the lion teenager.

The human teenager was barefoot, his rough leather armor that was completely incompatible was covered with mud, and his long chaotic black hair blocked his face.

The fight between the two teenagers was by no means exciting, but it was intense enough.

When the lion man swung his fists, he had a layer of faint golden light, just one step away. As long as the light was completely fixed, he officially entered the ranks of warriors and became a first-level orc warrior.

Even though he had not officially become an orc warrior, he brought a slight explosion sound when he swung his fist, hitting the ground and slamming a small pit half a foot deep. His attack was smooth and smooth, and his punches and kicks were also stern, as if he was a set of orc martial arts.

The human teenager who fought against him was extremely embarrassed. Most of the time he was blindly dodging, and occasionally counterattacked randomly. Fortunately, his movements were extremely flexible, jumping, rolling and even drilling into the crotch. Although he was embarrassed, he could always dodge the Lion Man's teenager's heavy blow at critical moments. Occasionally, he could not avoid the strongest attacks of the Lion Man's teenager, and with his arms, back and other parts of his body. Even if he was knocked down, he could get up quickly at the first time and never let the Lion Man's heavy blows hit him continuously.

Although the Lion Man boy's attack was fierce, he was unable to completely knock down his thin opponent, and the fight continued.

There were more than a dozen young orcs around the two, green-faced and fanged werewolf, short-horned taurens, and strong bears. They all stood on the side of the lion boy and cheered loudly for him.

Simple animal skin tents were set up around, and thick wooden fences were erected around them. Orc guards in groups of three or three looked at this side from time to time. This was clearly an orc camp.

However, this orc camp is a bit too close to the human border.

After a long time of attack, the shouts of other orcs aroused the fierceness of the lion man. He growled and collided with a low roar.

Facing this violent impact, the human teenager took the initiative to fall on his back before the collision between the two sides, and then quickly rolled and hid out.

The Lion Man Boy was charged with his strength to hit the sky and couldn't help but roar, "Arthur, you bastard, have the kind of fighting head-on with me!"

"Okay, I will never hide next time." The human teenager named Arthur quickly turned over and stood up from the ground, but unexpectedly agreed.

"I want to discount your ribs!" A light golden light flashed on the fist of the lion man. He jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Arthur in the air.

When the Lion Man's fist was about to hit Arthur's head, Arthur Hurre raised his head, and the black hair that had been blocking his face separated, revealing a pair of bright eyes and a sly smile on the corner of his mouth. A handful of soil mixed with gravel was raised towards the Lion Man's face.

The lion boy subconsciously closed his eyes and used his hands to block his face.

Arthur took the opportunity to pounce forward, lowered his head and hit the lion man's soft abdomen with all his strength, knocking him to the ground.

Without giving the Lion Man a chance, Arthur rode on the Lion Man aloud and swung his fist to slam it into his face.

The orc teenagers around were in an uproar, roaring loudly and insulting Arthur to be mean, but no one came forward to help. In the orc tradition, a single decisive battle was not allowed to help, otherwise it would be a coward or a soft boy.

The lion man roared on the ground, and the light golden light on his body flashed, and Arthur flew out.

The lion boy who stood up from the ground was extremely embarrassed. His leather armor was crooked, his nose was bruised, and his mouth was covered with blood. "You despicable human, I'm going to tear you apart!"

The eyes of the lion boy began to turn blood red, the hair on his body grew rapidly, his sharp nails protruded out, and his momentum was rising, and he was about to enter a state of madness.

"Leon, stop!" A sharp shout suddenly sounded.

With this loud shout, the young lion man's rising momentum suddenly faded, and his eyes returned to their original color.

A lion woman in a gorgeous robe slowly walked out of the tent in the camp.

The women of the lion tribe do not have the iconic long hair and lush body hair of male orcs, and their faces are softer. This female lion tribe walks out of the camp, even with the human aesthetic, and naturally brings out a noble temperament while walking.

Behind the female lion, there were two orc guards close to each other, one was a tall and strong tauren, and the other was a graceful female leopard. They were all real orc warriors, exuding a powerful aura.

The orc teenagers onlookers respectfully bowed to the lionie.

"Mother, he is cheating!" The lion boy Leon pouted, stepped forward and grabbed the lion's arm and shook it and acted coquettishly, just like all the wronged children in front of their mothers, completely gone without the ferociousness in the fight just now.

"Master." The human teenager Arthur lowered his head.

The female lion man raised her face and shook Leon's arm away, "Leon, remember, there is no means to be despicable and bright in the battlefield, and the ultimate goal is only one, that is, to kill your opponent, the winner is the king!"

"But mother, a real orc hero must defeat his opponent head-on." Leon was still a little dissatisfied.

"Leon, you must now understand that to be a hero, you must first use any means to survive and not be as stupid as your father!"

Leon was stunned at first, then lowered his head, "I understand, mother."

The Lionwoman walked up to Arthur, faced his son's strict Lionwoman smiled at Arthur, caressed and rubbed his head, "Arthur, you're doing a good job. From tomorrow, Shara officially teaches you orc martial arts. Now, go for a meal."

"Thank you, master." Arthur raised his head, showed a bright smile on his face, saluted to the Lion Man and the Leopard Man and the Leopard Man and the female guard behind her, and then ran to the camp with the angry eyes of many orc teenagers.

"Go, you guys go too. Only when you eat enough can you grow into a real orc warrior. You all learn from Hesen starting tomorrow."

"Yes, madam." The Taurus guard bent slightly toward the lion.

The orc teenagers cheered, and then all led by Leon ran into the camp with joy, and the small defeat was instantly thrown behind.

The lion woman turned her eyes away from the orc teenagers and turned to the distant forests and undulating mountains, but her face was filled with deep worries.
Chapter completed!