I Became a Progenitor Vampire

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Barren wasteland, deep in the distant mountains, in a valley surrounded by clouds and mist all year round.

In a small city that can accommodate 3,000 people.

Patriarch Rabiot, Prince Anakin has no information yet...

Marcy Wildhammer stood behind the dwarf king, looking dismayed.

The king of the dwarf tribe, Rabiot Wildhammer, stared at the dwarves moving ore on the street through the window of the short thatched hut with a serious expression.

This is a city built by the dwarves.

The dense fog on the height of five or six hundred blades has covered the valley below for many years. Even if the orc's bipedal dragon flew into the thick fog, as long as it did not descend to a certain distance, it would not be able to detect life in this huge valley with a length and width of ten kilometers. with a group of dwarves.

But now, this city that can avoid foreign enemies no longer belongs to the dwarves.

Rabiot lowered his eyebrows and leaned against the window with both hands, the blue veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

The most conspicuous thing on the street outside the window was not a dwarf, but a tall orc with a hideous face.

Now, the orcs are the masters of the dwarf valley. Once these irascible guys find a slow-moving dwarf, they will go up and whip each other with a long whip.

Slave, this is a name that Rabiot feels extremely ashamed of.

But now the dwarves are the slaves of the orcs! !

Thinking of this, Rabiot wearing a black feather coat flashed a bit of uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

They were the great Wildhammer tribe, with the blood of a noble dwarven royal family, but now a group of filthy lowly orcs have enslaved them.

This is the shame engraved in the blood!

The orcs will suffer the wrath of the dwarves! !

Anakin has Master Varun here. I believe that nothing will happen to them. Has the other team contacted the dwarves of the Southern Bronze Hammer Tribe? Rabiot turned his head and looked at Marcy with burning eyes.

No one can easily trample the dignity of the dwarves! I want these orcs to taste the wrath of the dwarves!

Looking at Rabiot's dazzling eyes,

Marcy fell silent suddenly.

King, the Bronze Hammer Tribe moved 200 years ago, we still need time to find...

Hearing this answer, Rabiot couldn't help but look disappointed. The Bronze Hammer Tribe was the closest dwarf tribe to them, with as many as 50,000 people.

Dwarves are a fighting race with all the names of soldiers. Each dwarf is a powerful heavy infantry with great strength.

And the Bronze Hammer tribe also has 3000 giant horned goat cavalry and 500 dwarven chariots, their strength is enough to start a large war.

If the Bronzehammer tribe knew what happened to the Wildhammer tribe, Rabiot believed that the other side would send a powerful army to declare to the world that the dwarves were inviolable.

After the once most powerful kingdom of the dwarves was destroyed by the Abyss Demons hundreds of thousands of years ago, it was not until 100,000 years ago that the dwarven kingdom was re-established in the Barbarian Mountains next to the Sea of ​​​​Storm.

After hundreds of thousands of years of dispersion, the main plane of glory has been covered with the footprints of dwarves, and there are countless dwarves like the Wildhammer tribe.

The dwarf kingdom of the Barbarian Stone Mountains is too far away from them, and it takes nearly half a year to reach it even by boat, and there is no way to ask for help.

So Rabiot could only turn his attention to the Bronze Hammer tribe next to them.

The Wildhammers moved so abruptly, we even went to their settlement a year after they moved out to find out that they had moved out.

Marcy explained, But we didn't pay attention to it at the time, and gave up after searching for a while and not finding it.

Now I want to find them again... Before finishing speaking, he shook his head with a wry smile.

The dwarf tribe has a stinky problem, that is, although they are extremely united in the face of foreign enemies, the tribes of each surname look down on each other.

Compared to building relationships with each other, they like to stay underground to mine and forge weapons.

That's why they only found out a year after the other party moved out of the station.

Don't give up the search, the Bronze Hammer Tribe is the only reinforcement at the moment, and the other dwarf tribes are too far away. Rabiot shook his head, his eyes flashed a little thoughtfully.

At the same time, if Anakin and Master Varun cannot be reached, send other dwarves to find allies.

Finding dwarven tribes cannot be relaxed, nor can you give up contacting allies.

We need the support of external forces.

Yes, my king. Marcy hammered his chest hard with his hand.

At this moment, a figure with a height of 2.2 blades walked in from outside the house.

The huge lion head indicated the identity of the person who came, the king of the orc tribe - the lion tribe.

The golden hair on the lion man is as mighty as a lion, and he wears half-body armor covered with dark patterns. At a glance, he knows that it is produced by a dwarf.

The two faint blue eyes are full of oppression, and the hands are not human hands, but the sharp claws of beasts.

King of the dwarves, we need you to forge 5,000 sets of armor and 5,000 weapons next month...

The Orc King's common language of glory is very majestic, and his tone is unquestionable.

Marcy looked at the orc king in front of him with anger, and roared, Greedy orc!! Impossible!!

The dwarf tribe does not have such a powerful forging ability. The 3,000 sets of armor forged this month have been forged by the dwarf tribe with all the ore in stock!

2000 sets, up to 2000 sets! ! And the weapon can only provide 1000 handles!

Karp Lion shook his head sarcastically.

Dwarf, this is not a discussion with you, this is an order!

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Rabio, the dwarf king wearing a black feather coat, even if he was a slave.

King of the dwarves, I hope you can recognize the facts. The dwarves are now my slaves. If you guys like to get better treatment, please cooperate with me.

After speaking, he gave Rabiot a meaningful look.

Don't think about playing tricks under the eyes of the orcs, Dwarf King, you are a wise man, I believe you will choose the right path.

After speaking, he waved his hand and turned to leave this dark and dilapidated thatched hut.

Only two dwarves with extremely ugly expressions remained in the room.

Seeing this scene, Marcy fell silent in vain.

The current dwarves have no room for resistance.

Rabiot abruptly lifted the black feather coat on his body and threw it on the ground. The linen clothes inside were tightly bound with dozens of forbidden chains.

A bit of coldness flashed in Rabiot's eyes with pale lips, but the dwarf king didn't say anything more.

Only the weak will cry helplessly, and the dwarves will repay the shame with blood.

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After turning around and leaving, the orc king Karp walked out of the house, and a figure as tall as Karp walked out from another house, with a cruel and cold temperament, and at the same time with a bit of chill.

The body is covered with mottled gray animal skin, and the strong muscles covered with scars are faintly revealed between the movements, and a huge tail is swaying behind it.

Wild and primitive.

The wolf head on the head is terrifying, the narrow green eyes are full of killing intent, and the sharp fangs in the mouth are ferocious.

This is the noble of the orcs, a powerful and powerful race - the werewolves.

King, why don't you kill this dwarf king?? His existence has caused us a huge hidden danger.

Craig Shadowhunter's eyes are full of puzzlement. The dwarf king is the backbone of all dwarves. If the dwarf king is not dead, it is impossible for these dwarves to submit to the great orcs.

No, Craig, the king of dwarves can't die, and no one can die! Garp turned his head, and a deep look flashed in his eyes.

The dwarves are so obedient because their king commands them.

Dwarves are not human, they are never afraid of death, don't try to deal with dwarves the same way they deal with humans.

If something happens to the Dwarf King, I swear to the great God of the Hunt that the dwarves will resist desperately!

The end result can only be that we suffer great losses and the dwarves are destroyed.

As the king of the orc tribe, Garp saw it very clearly.

The stubborn nature of the dwarves used oppressive means to deal with nothing at all, but to control their king and let the dwarf king give orders.

die? These guys who want to bury themselves in the ground while they are still alive, and their brains are full of stones, don't care.

Craig nodded and did not refute any further. Wisdomly, Garp, the master of the Lion Tribe, never let him down.

Craig, forge the weapons and armor as soon as possible, we need to go out and plunder more food during the Winter Moon.

Karp's tone was solemn and his expression very solemn.

Our food is no longer able to support us through this winter.

With a bit of anger in his eyes, Craig roared, Those damn human merchants have raised the price of food again!!

We now trade a whole cowhide for a bag of wheat! !

These greedy, filthy human merchants, one day I will cut off their heads myself with a knife! !

Garp's expression was also a little ugly after hearing this. The barren wasteland was too poor, and the food produced was extremely limited. Every year, a large number of orcs would starve to death in the cold winter.

In addition, humans have been prohibiting the sale of food to orcs, and this situation has been exacerbated.

So in order to feed more people, the Lions tribe has been secretly buying food from human smugglers.

But those greedy human merchants have reached the point of madness, and they even exchanged a whole beast fur for a bag of wheat worth a few silver pokes.

He knew that in the human world, a piece of Warcraft fur could at least be exchanged for dozens of bags of wheat.

But the border will be blocked by humans after the winter months. If there is no army sent by the orc king, they cannot break through the blockade of the human army, even if they can be called a big tribe.

So if he wants to get more food, he can only exchange for food from the human merchants who are not afraid of death with the monster fur or other materials hunted by the male lion tribe.

These things are useless in their hands, it is better to exchange some food.

Have we finished the inventory of the secret warehouse that the dwarf tribe used to store food that we newly discovered yesterday, how much food is stored in it??

Suddenly remembered something Karp asked with some anticipation.

King, the food of the dwarf tribe can only be consumed by three thousand people for a month. Marcy shook his head and completely interrupted Garp's fantasy.

The male lion tribe has 15,000 people, and this amount of food is what they consume in a few days.

Orcs, like dwarves, are a race of soldiers, so they can easily pull out an army of tens of thousands of people.

How much food do we have in stock now??

After plundering the dwarves, enough food for the clan for two months

two months? ?

Karp took a deep breath, only to feel a large rock pressing against his heart.

It was August, and it was time to store food, but this year, for some unknown reason, the herds on the barren wasteland were much less, and their hunting teams often returned without success.

There was no meat to hunt, and there was no fur to trade with human merchants. In previous years, they could store food for three months or even four months at this time, but this year they have harvested and talked about it.

Now it can store food for two months. This is after they plundered the dwarves and obtained a lot of food supplements.

The scarcity of food this year has made him feel a huge crisis.

The winter moon was right in front of him, and he didn't want to see his people buried for lack of food.

Intensify hunting, send more clansmen, we need food... The Orc King's tone was very low.

As a powerful warrior at level 18, Garp was unable to meet the most basic food needs of his own people, and he felt very distressed about it.

I don't want to see old men and wounded warriors walking alone into the wasteland again this winter...

In the winter months, what other reasons could there be to walk into the wasteland alone in the ice and snow other than to look for death? ?

Craig's huge wolf head turned slightly to look at the clouds above the valley, and his eyes were a little dim.

No one wants their people to die because of lack of food, but the barren wasteland survival rules are like this.

Food is always a small amount. If you want to survive, you can only fight hard. If you can't fight, you can only leave the last food to the most powerful warriors of the tribe.

Because they are the guarantee for the continuation of the entire tribe.

Cruel and helpless.

But this is the survival of the race, and there is no truth to it.

This is also the reason why orcs will plunder human beings every winter's moon. This is to compete for the right to survive. It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, good or evil, just to survive, that's all.

In addition, try to contact as many human merchants who can buy food. If you have to, you can sell some weapons forged by dwarves in exchange for food...

Garp's tone was very heavy, the orc tribe lacked not only food, but everything, weapons, armor, salt, iron, and so on.

Orcs who do not know how to cultivate or develop industry have always lived a primitive and ancient life.

Craig opened his mouth to say something, but looked at the pain in Garp's eyes and closed it.

The weapons forged by the dwarves are also very important to the current lion clan, because only one third of the army of the clan now wears armor and carries iron weapons.

Most of the rest were dressed in crude leather armor sewn with rhino hides, and the weapons in their hands were made of wooden sticks and leg bones of demon beasts.

primitive and backward.

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But lack of food is like a demon in the shadows, ready to devour them.

Every decision is extremely difficult.

Yes, King

Go down and go to the king who takes care of the dwarves. As long as the dwarf is not in trouble, the dwarf tribe will not be in chaos.

As you wish

Garp only clenched his fists in both hands, and his sharp sharp grasps shrank the cold light, and he drew scars on the palms of his hands.

Blood splashes.

The powerful aura of the Lion King made the orcs and dwarves around him panic.

The deep eyes looked at the top of the smoky valley, and in his eyes there was the responsibility of being the king of a tribe for the continuation of the tribe.

No one can stop the male lion tribe from surviving, no!!