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This matter goes back to a few days ago, when I went with the old chief to secretly inspect the border between the valley and the forest.
Simply put, we are in an ambush.
The strongest wolf was chosen to be a wolf.
The strongest horse is selected as a stallion.
And I, Brock, the strongest orc...
"Brock..." The chief who walked across the bridge cast a sad look at me.
I stood on the bridge and turned back, with a firm look in my eyes: "I see, Chief, after I'll break it, you go!"
I was chosen to die.
"I should have died in a glorious battle with you... I'm sorry!" The chief gritted his teeth humiliatingly.
"I understand, the people still need you to lead. You are not going to survive, but for the sake of the overall situation! Take my share and fight together!" I raised my battle axe to the chief, "Now go, I Come to block those long ears!"
"Brave warriors, the ancestors are with you!" The chief's eyes were full of tears, "One day we will meet in the grassland of the return of the soul!"
The chief turned around after speaking and ran towards the valley without turning back.
And I turned to another direction and looked at the forest at the bridgehead.
The increasingly clear footsteps heralded the arrival of the chase, and several flying arrows shot from the forest.
I placed the thick battle axe in front of me, blocking the two arrows that pierced my throat, and two more arrows arced from above and pierced into my shoulder, and the remaining arrows plunged into the bridge.
Humph, it doesn't hurt or itchy, the thin arrow of a long-eared spirit is like a needle to a strong orc.
Elf archers wearing gray cloaks and silver masks appeared from the depths of the forest, shooting arrows one after another.
I took a deep breath and rallied, and let out a battle cry at the forest that was enough to shake a hairy mammoth: "I am a soldier of the Bloodaxe clan Brock! Who dares to fight me to the death!"
This roar obviously shattered the guts of these archers, and these elves stopped their movements for a while.
A bunch of cowards! Let you see what a real warrior is!
I roared again and charged them with my battle axe.
The archer hurriedly regrouped, and the second wave of late arrows shot here.
I used the tomahawk grid to rush towards the vital arrow, charged across the bridge, and leaped up with my foot on the ground at the end of the bridge, leaving deep footprints on the forest land.
I dodged a few arrows with this jump, and also narrowed the distance between the archer closest to me-in less than twenty steps, I could rush over and cut the opponent's head.
The archer shuddered, then screamed, turned and ran away without hesitation, and stumbled over the roots of the tree without taking a few steps.
Ok? This voice...female elf?
Speaking of which, the troops sent by the forest elves who have been in conflict with our tribe are basically female elves...
But whether it's a man or a woman, they are all fighters on the battlefield! What a decent way of being cowardly like this is simply a humiliation to the profession of warriors!
I couldn't help feeling angry, and rushed forward and raised the tomahawk at her.
Since I am destined to die here, let me fight to the last moment. It is the long-cherished wish of every orc warrior to die on the battlefield!
You are the first sacrifice!
Just as my tomahawk was about to drink blood, an invisible shock penetrated the side of my brain.
Suddenly, the world revolved.
The battle axe fell from my hand.
can't stand steady... want to sleep...
When I was unconscious, I saw a figure wearing a robe holding a staff not far away.
Elf...Mage...
"Finally caught it!" When I fell down, I heard the mage say this with a smile.
In this way, I became a captive of the elves.