I have nightmares to get stronger

Pale golden light slowly flowed from the statues in a temple, spread out of the temple, and enveloped most of the surrounding areas.

In front of the temple, hundreds of orcs with light blue skin and fangs were kneeling and worshiping. These extremely powerful individuals, at this moment, looked like frightened little beasts with frightened expressions on their faces. Under the leadership of the orc priests, , Keep thinking about the idol and kneel down.

"Master Sacrifice, are we, our world, really destroyed?" An orc exuding a powerful aura of the full moon realm asked confusedly while holding a huge stone ax tightly in his hand.

"The world collapsed and was swallowed by nightmares. The Marfa Continent has been expelled from today!" The old orc priest, leaning on a sacrificial scepter full of bones, stood up with difficulty, and looked sadly towards the outside of the temple. Looking around, the old man tearfully said: "From now on, only Marfa Island exists, and there is no Marfa Continent anymore."

The sound of crying suddenly rang out.

"Is this the end of the Skullbreaker tribe?" The middle-aged orc with a stone ax before him was the head of the Skullbreaker tribe. He watched his tribe's warriors fall into the Nightmare Sea and be devoured by huge sea beasts.

Originally a tribe of 300 people, until now, there are less than [-] people left, and it will never return to its original glory.

"Not only the Skullbreaker tribe, the Black Blood tribe, the Sharptooth tribe, but also the Giant Bone tribe, have all suffered disasters like us..." The priest of the Skullbreaker tribe sighed: "They must still be alive. This small island is alive, from now on, we must give up our mutual hatred and unite with all the orcs we can find!"

"From now on, there will be no Skullbreaker Tribe, Black Blood Tribe, Sharp Tooth Tribe, and Giant Bone Tribe. We only have one name, and that is Orcs, it's Orcs!" To survive in the world and continue the orc tradition, we must unite, and only by reporting to the group for warmth can we orcs have a chance of survival!"

Hearing that the priest said that he would give up his hatred and go out to find other orcs and unite with the orcs of other tribes, blood flashed in the eyes of the head of the Skullbreaker tribe.

Other tribes are fine, but the Black Blood Tribe and them are feuds. Even his father was seriously injured in the battle with the Black Blood Tribe, and died within a few days after returning.

"Sag, whether the race of orcs can continue is in your own mind. If you can't let go of your hatred, go and kill the enemy you think is now. The race of orcs will also be destroyed in the not-too-distant future. Disappeared..." The orc priest seemed to have noticed something, couldn't help but let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and said weakly.

"Sacrifice, other tribes can let it go, but the Black Blood tribe..." Sage clenched the huge stone ax in his hand, wanting to argue.

But the priest waved his hand weakly at him, motioning him to leave without saying a word.

Sager held the stone ax in his hand and made a "creaking" sound, stayed where he was for a while, and then left the sacrificial temple without looking back.

A moment later, a low-pitched horn sounded.

woohoo~
This is the horn of battle. The orcs who were still mourning in the temple before heard the horn and immediately got up. While arranging their crude leather armor and weapons at hand, they left the temple and headed towards the direction where the horn sounded. go.

"God, we are all sinners. Under this kind of disaster, we still can't let go of our hatred..." The priest knelt down in front of the statue again, crying with his head buried.

He seemed to have seen all the orc warriors, shed the last drop of blood on their bodies, and there was no more orc on Mafa Island, and it became a deserted island.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in the ear of the priest.

"Want to save your people?"

The priest suddenly raised his head, looked towards the god worshiped by the orcs, and saw a humanoid creature floating in the air that looked half or six times like the orcs, but compared with the strong orcs, the fair-skinned " Orc", seems too thin.

"You, who are you?" The orc priest stood up vigilantly, he could feel the terrifying aura from the person in front of him.But this aura is not much stronger than that of the tribal patriarch.

"I'm a lord of that continent in the distance..." Han Dong looked at the old orc in front of him with a smile on his face. He seemed to have never seen a human being before, and he was very wary.

"I saw your world falling into a nightmare, so I came here to see if you need help!" Han Dong smiled.

"The orcs in Mafa Continent will take care of themselves and don't need the help of others." The orc priest immediately refused.

"Mafa Continent is gone." The smile on Han Dong's face gradually disappeared, and he said in a cold voice: "Now there is only one island with an area of ​​[-] square kilometers, and the number of orcs on the entire island may be less than [-]. , the food on this island will be eaten up, and at that time, you will all starve to death, is this what you want to see?"

The orc priest showed hesitation on his face, but finally said firmly: "The orcs will find food and find solutions to problems by themselves!"

"Very good, I'm looking forward to it!" A sneer appeared on Han Dong's face, and he continued: "I have extended a friendly hand to your race, but I have been rejected, so next time, when you are desperate, ask your gods When you pray but get no response, you will have to pay a heavy price if you want to get my help!"

After Han Dong finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared in the air, as if he had never been there before.

The orc priest's heart sank, and he suddenly felt that he seemed to have made a wrong decision, but it was too late to regret it at this time, and in the end it could only turn into a heavy sigh, lamenting the misfortune of the orc race.

Han Dong didn't leave too far, but floated above the entire island, looking down at the entire island, it can be seen that there are not many orcs on the entire island, but they seem to be divided into several forces, They are still fighting each other.

While this surprised Han Dong, he sighed inexplicably, what a warlike race!

……

The battle of the orcs on the small island lasted for a week, and the original number of less than a thousand people was reduced by half again. The final victor, as expected, was the tribe where the orc priest was.

After all, the last remaining members of this tribe are much larger than all other tribes combined.

Even if his tribe won, the orc priest still didn't have the slightest joy on his face, and the words of the thin "orc" a week ago still kept echoing in his ears.

"No food, no food, no food..." the orc priest kept kneeling in front of the statue, muttering incessantly.

On this day, the patriarch of the Skullbreaker tribe rushed into the temple with great strides, and shouted to the orc priest, "Priest, we searched the entire island, but we couldn't find enough food. What should we do now?"

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