The Original Vampire

The night falls, and the moon and stars are sparse.

There is a strong smell of blood in the mountains.

"waaaaaaaaaagh!"

The roar of the orcs disturbed the birds in the forest and shattered the silence of the night.

A huge figure with a height of five meters suddenly pulled up the pine tree beside him, and the whole person rushed towards the enemy in front of him like an invincible king.

boom!

The pressure and air waves ravaged the mountains and forests like tides, and the blood mixed with the soil splashed around.

After driving the enemy back with a single blow, Sack hugged the blood-stained pine tree and shouted at his companion behind him without looking back:

"You go first!"

After saying this, the majestic orc raised the sturdy pine tree in his hand again and waved it up again.

boom!

The trunk of the pine tree exploded, and a giant axe slashed Sack's forehead with endless might.

Sark roared, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and the whole person rushed forward.

The orc on the other side obviously did not expect that Sark would be so crazy, and the expression on his face was stunned. When he wanted to change his moves, it was already a little late.

Bang!

With a huge muffled sound, Sark knocked his opponent out, then slammed his iron fist and smashed it down one by one.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The vision was gradually covered with blood, and reason was receding from Sark's mind, replaced by endless madness and a desire to kill.

He went mad.

From this moment on, the smell of blood in the forest suddenly thickened.

...

I do not know how long it has been.

When Sack regained consciousness, he only felt a burst of weakness.

After lying on the ground for a long time, he struggled to stand up.

There are mutilated corpses all around him, some from rival tribes, and of course some from the Black Fang tribe to which he belongs...

After the death of the orc emperor Saruman, the orc third empire that had just been established fell apart.

The contradictions between the various tribes broke out again without being suppressed, especially those tribes that were seriously damaged in the battle of the Loire Valley, and became the focus of hunting and encirclement and suppression by the hostile tribes.

The Blackfang Tribe, where Sark belongs, is one of them.

Sometimes Sark doesn't understand why orcs can't restrain internal fights like humans.

But now is not the time to think about this kind of problem. Sak knows that he can't stay here for a long time, and he must find his tribal companions as soon as possible.

So, with all the pain, he carefully searched for the clues left by his companions in the forest, and chased them all the way.

In the darkest hour before dawn, Sark finally caught up with his companions.

Just when he arrived, the atmosphere here was extremely depressing.

"What's wrong?"

"Sark? You... your father... is dead."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly causing Sark, who had just escaped, to fall into the endless abyss again.

Because this not only means that Sark has lost his last relative, but also means that the Black Fang tribe has lost its last shaman!

The status and role of shamans among orcs is similar to that of priests among humans.

They are not fighting professions, but they are vital.

On the one hand, the shaman maintains the tribal belief, which is the spiritual cohesion of the tribe, and more importantly, the birth of the orc skull crusher requires a transformation ceremony presided over by the shaman.

An orc tribe without a shaman means that the tribe loses the ability to communicate with the gods, and it also loses the possibility of birthing a skull crusher.

The Black Fang tribe has no future.

Sack came to his father's body in a trance, and knelt on the ground with a thud, his eyes blank and empty, as if he couldn't even make a sad expression.

The shimmering light of the morning light tore apart the dark curtain covering the earth little by little, bringing the light back to the world.

There was another beast roar from the depths of the forest.

The pursuit of the hostile tribes is already imminent.

Under such circumstances, those Heifang tribesmen who had completely lost confidence in the future quietly left.

Only Sark was still staring blankly at his father's body, motionless, as if it had become a puppet sculpture.

Near noon, the more than 100 orc warriors who had survived the Black Fang tribe who had gathered here had all disappeared.

But the forest suddenly became quiet.

Perhaps the clansmen who had fled in all directions led the pursuers away.

But Sark had no intention to pay attention to these. At this time, he was ashamed, and he even hoped that the enemy would find him as soon as possible, so that he would die happily after one last fight.

Perhaps hearing his voice, the footsteps were getting closer.

However, it is not the footsteps of a group of orcs, but only one.

Sack still didn't respond until the figure came to him and said:

"Want revenge?"

Hearing this sentence, Sak's eyes finally had a gleam of brilliance. He raised his head stiffly, looked at the human who suddenly appeared in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Who are you?"

"You can call me Mr. Goose."

"Mr. Ho? I've heard of you..."

"Want revenge?"

"think!"

"Very good." Mr. Ho nodded with satisfaction, then pointed at Sark's father's body and said, "Then cut open his chest and take out the heart."

Sark suddenly clenched his fists and his eyes became dangerous.

But the next moment, the terrifying pressure of the Paladins instantly enveloped him, making him unable to move at all.

Mr. Ho's indifferent voice sounded again:

"Don't overthink yourself. If I want to kill you, or humiliate your father, I don't need to bother. So, I'll give you one more chance.

If you want revenge, do as I say. "

Sark's breathing became rapid, and his eyes became red, as if he was about to go crazy.

But under Mr. Ho's aura like a sea, Sark finally calmed down.

"How... how can you help me with revenge?" Sark spoke again, his attitude softened a lot.

Mr. Ho seemed a little impatient, but he still said one more sentence:

"I explained my method to you and you won't understand it. However, what I can tell you is that Saruman's promotion to the Sanctuary is in fact inseparable from our help."

Sark's eyes finally lit up, and he asked in a tone of disbelief but also hope:

"Can you help me achieve Sanctuary?"

Mr. Ho didn't say anything. I don't know if he was disdainful to answer this question, or he was a little guilty and couldn't guarantee it.

He just stared at Sark with indifferent eyes, as if he was about to run out of patience.

Although there was no positive response, Sark's eyes gradually became firmer.

Because he has nowhere to go.

Apart from being promoted to the Sanctuary, there seems to be no other way to save the Black Fang tribe, or even save the Orc Empire.

Even if this human paladin has other plans, Sark, who has no choice, is willing to gamble.

"Okay! Please help me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Ho's aura instantly subsided.

After regaining his mobility, Sack no longer hesitated, took out the dagger from his waist, and cut open his father's chest!

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