American Comics: Beginning with Luke the Maker

Chapter 326 The Land of the Beastmen: The Dragon Falling from the Sky

woohoo...

The icy wind whipped up snowflakes and howled in the air.

A group of green-skinned, burly humanoids wearing animal skins were migrating in the whimpering snowstorm.This is a group of orcs.

The sky was swept by wind and snow, and there was a vast expanse of snowflakes in the field of vision.Even the sky gradually dimmed.

Woo~!

The long and desolate horn sounded long and short, and the orcs who were on the road stopped when they heard the horn sound, and whistled, pulling the huge beasts one by one, forming a ring to block them from the wind and snow.

The orcs densely and methodically set up a rest camp in the snowstorm.Wooden frames and stacks are built at the node of the transport giant.Some female orcs inside were also busy building thick tents and cooking with fire.

There are also some orcs with weapons, bringing white frost wolves, returning from the snowstorm. They have just checked the surrounding risks.

Suddenly, there was more fireworks in the empty and lonely world.

But the faces of the orcs were full of worry and depression, like a group of refugees who had left their homes and had nowhere to go.

"Father, why did we leave our hometown?" In a tent that was set up, a young orc looked at his father and asked.

"Because we have to leave, Durotan." Chief Galada of the Frostwolf Clan touched his son's small head and said in a low voice.

"Is it because of the dragon from the sky?" The little orc named Durotan looked at his father and asked.

"Yes, the Skyfall Dragon. A dragon that fell from the sky came to Draenor. It was cruel, violent, and polluted everywhere it went.

Wild animals will die and vegetation will wither.In the area where it is located, no life can survive except the undead and its family members.

The most frightening thing is that every once in a while, it will find a place full of life to settle in, not trapped in a place.Even if it just passes by, the pollution spilled from its body can turn a piece of land into barren land.

It is the Scourge that all orcs face. "Galada's complexion was heavy, and he was talking about his child.

"Can't you kill it?" Little Durotan said a little fiercely.The way of the orcs is like this. Their living environment can't be said to be good, but it's not bad either. Most orcs always have a violent fighting heart and cruelty towards enemies and prey.

"Kill it?" Galata smiled wryly, rubbed his child's head and said, "How do you think the Dragon Hunting Festival came about?

For thousands of years, any orc clan wanted to kill the evil dragon. In history, several powerful clans even selected the most elite and powerful warriors to go out.

They failed again and again, and regrouped again and again.Finally, once, several clans joined hands to kill the evil dragon.

Those orc warriors who returned from slaying dragons won great respect and worship from the major clans.But just for a while, the evil dragon that was killed became active again.

The chieftains of the clans were furious, thinking that the warriors had deceived them with vile lies and that they had insulted the honor of the Orcs.

Facing the evil dragon that came back, those warriors couldn't explain it. They were exiled because of their sins, and they were not even allowed to be slaves.

After those warriors were expelled, they found the evil dragon again. This time they failed to slay the dragon. Instead, they became the dead souls of the evil dragon's subordinates, wandering in their lair and unable to leave. "

"Didn't those warriors kill the evil dragon?" Durotan raised his head and looked at his father.

"Of course they killed the evil dragon, but the evil dragon can't be killed." Galata said slowly: "Many clans continued to crusade once again, gathering the powerful forces of multiple clans, and finally succeeded Killed the evil dragon again, but the evil dragon cannot be killed, it will come back to life.

Hundreds of warriors of the orc clan have died at the hands of evil dragons for thousands of years, and countless clans have been wiped out.It is because there is no way to take it, and it cannot be killed once and for all, so it is called a natural disaster. "

Little Durotan understood his father's words, and seeing the clansmen who were forced to move in the snowstorm, he felt angry towards the evil dragon in his heart.

Even though he was still young, he was naturally more rational and intelligent than other orcs, and he was not a child who knew nothing.He knew how much risk Fengxuetian would have to bear in the process of carrying out this kind of clan migration, and how much he would have to pay.

The relocation of a clan has never been a simple decision that can be made at a stroke of the brain.They generally need to find the next gathering place before moving.

And the selected gathering place cannot be chosen at will, at least there must be enough prey or food around it.Otherwise, just a shortage of food would be enough to weaken and sink a powerful clan.

The Frostwolf clan has its own set of rules for survival, as well as some spare new gathering places.Most of them migrate back and forth regularly in a large area to ensure the ecological cycle of this area.

However, the arrival of the evil dragon disrupted this near-stable cycle.Soon, they will face the most difficult predicament they want to face.

At that time, it will be difficult to find another way other than to start a war with the orcs of other surrounding clans.And in this process, sacrifice and bloodshed are bound to be accompanied.

If they win, they will get a new place to live, re-establish a cycle and survive.

If they fail, they will become slaves, or even cannon fodder.If the war clans don't have much food reserves, then their clansmen will survive even less.

Durotan believed his father would not have chosen this path had he not been desperate.

"Father!" A strong young orc opened the tent and walked in. He held a piece of animal skin and said to his father, "The chief of the Warsong clan wants to invite us to restart the Dragon Hunting Festival! He said that he We have found a way to eradicate the evil dragon threat once and for all!"

"What?" Galata stood up suddenly from the ground, looking at his eldest son Fenris in shock.The evil dragon cannot be killed. This is a fact that many orcs have used blood and tears to verify for thousands of years. However, now, some clans have actually found a way to kill the evil dragon?

"Really. They are bringing people to the frozen wasteland, and they may join us soon." Fenris waved the animal skin paper in his hand, affirming with certainty.

"Is there any more information?" Galata was still a little unbelievable. He reached out for the animal skin paper in Fenris' hand, and carefully read it in front of his eyes.

"It is said that this method was developed by a man named Herder." Fenris said.

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PS: I woke up in the middle of the night and found that the timing was wrong, boom!

　
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