I became the ancestor of the blood clan

Facing the tens of thousands of orc troops attacking him, he still had a sliver of confidence that he could defeat him, but he didn't have any confidence in the face of this mysterious and incomparably intelligent existence with powerful wrists and strength that was even more unpredictable than the abyss.

Li De nodded slightly when he saw the excitement of the crowd, and his hearts were available.

As a dictatorial boss who is single-handedly controlled by the military and government, he is very clear about the importance of the people's hearts, so he has repeatedly asked the Propaganda Department to spare no effort in propaganda.

After nearly a year of ideological construction, the current residents' recognition of the City of Daybreak and the recognition of the Holy Light Blood Race is almost full.

So he basically wouldn't worry about any rebellion in the City of Daybreak when he was fighting outside.

"Nello, the Dawn Sect needs to stabilize the people's hearts during this period of time. I don't want any problems due to the departure of the Holy Light Blood Race."

Although the probability of something going wrong is close to zero, Li De still told Nilo a few words.

As the Dawn Sect already has more than 7000 believers, as long as the Dawn Sect is not in chaos, the City of Dawn will not be chaotic.

And with Nilo around, Li De felt relieved.

"Don't worry, Lord Kachar, I will take care of the Dawn Sect with my sister." The little girl Nicole also came to Li De at this time, blinking her big eyes and laughing.

During this period of time, Nicole has been following Harrison in the city hall to learn how to handle government affairs. After training, Nicole has now greatly improved her abilities in all aspects.

A new internal affairs talent is about to take on heavy responsibilities.

"Okay, you help your sister well"

Li De reached out and rubbed the little girl's head, and after a word of encouragement, he left amidst the cheers of the residents.

Harrison and Amy immediately followed behind.

Li De also began to think at this time.

How to deal with orcs.

The mithril vein is a delicious fruit, constantly tempting him.

This was a treasure that would allow the two countries to start a war for it, and now he was only one step away from eating it, even in the face of a giant dragon, he would never give up.

And one more crucial point is that the dwarves, a race known for their glory, are unrivaled in their ability to forge weapons.

In Li De's opinion, the value of the dwarf itself is not even inferior to the Mithril vein.

What is the most precious thing in this world?

Talent.

What Daybreak City lacks is talent.

Chapter 227 The tragic continuation of the race, all for survival

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 3000 people.

"Chief Rabio, Prince Anakin still has no information..."

Marcy Wildhammer stood behind the dwarf king, looking very depressed.

The king of the dwarf tribe - Rabio Wildhammer stared at the dwarves moving the ore on the street through the window of the small thatched hut, with a serious expression on his face.

This is a city built by the dwarves themselves.

The dense fog above the height of five or six hundred blades has covered the valley below for many years. Even if the orc's wyvern flies into the dense fog, as long as it does not descend to a certain distance, it will not be able to detect the life in this huge valley with a length and width of ten kilometers. With a group of dwarves.

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

Rabio lowered his eyebrows, leaning on the window with his hands, the 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 ferocious face.

Now, the orcs are the masters in the valley of the dwarves. Once these violent guys find a slow-moving dwarf, they will come forward and whip the opponent severely with a long whip.

Slave, this is a title that Rabio feels extremely ashamed of.

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

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

They were the great tribe of the Wildhammers, in the blood of a noble dwarven royal family, but now they were enslaved by a group of dirty and lowly orcs.

This is a shame engraved in the blood!

The orcs must bear the wrath of the dwarves! !

"Anakin has Master Warren here. I believe nothing serious will happen to them. Has the other team contacted the dwarves of the Southern Copper Hammer tribe?" Rabio turned his head and looked at Marcy with burning eyes.

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

Looking at Rabio's piercing eyes, Macy suddenly fell silent.

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

Hearing this answer, Rabio couldn't help but look disappointed. The Copper Hammer tribe is the closest dwarf tribe to them, with a population of up to 5.

Dwarves are a fighting race with all names as soldiers, and each dwarf is a powerful heavy infantry with powerful strength.

Moreover, the Copper Hammer tribe also has 3000 gianthorn goat cavalry and 500 dwarf chariots, and their strength is enough to start a large-scale war.

If the Copperhammer tribe knew what happened to the Wildhammer tribe, Rabio believed that the other party would definitely send a powerful army to declare to the world that the dwarves are inviolable.

After the once most powerful kingdom of the dwarves was destroyed by the demons of the abyss tens of thousands of years ago, the dwarf kingdom was not re-established until 10 years ago in the barren stone mountains next to the stormy sea.

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

The dwarf kingdom in the Manshi Mountains is too far away from them, even by sailing by boat, it will take nearly half a year to reach them, and there is no way to ask for help.

So Rabio could only focus on the Copper Hammer tribe next to them.

"The Copper Hammer tribe moved so suddenly that we didn't even find out that they had moved away when we went to their residence a year after they moved away"

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

Now I want to look for them..." Before finishing speaking, he smiled wryly and shook his head.

The dwarf tribes all have a bad 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 with building relationships with each other, they like to stay in the ground to mine and forge weapons.

That's why they didn't find out until one year after the other party moved out of the residence.

"Don't give up looking, the Copper Hammer tribe is the only reinforcement at present, and the other dwarf tribes are too far away." Rabio shook his head, his eyes flashed a little thoughtful.

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

Finding the dwarf tribe cannot be relaxed, and at the same time cannot 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 2.2 blade height figure walked in from outside the house.

The huge lion's head showed 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 a half-body armor covered with dark patterns, which can be seen from a dwarf.

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

"King of the dwarves, next month we need you to forge 5000 sets of armor and 5000 weapons..."

The common language of the orc king's glory is very majestic, and his tone is unquestionable.

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

The dwarf tribe does not have such a strong forging ability. The 3000 sets of armor forged this month have been forged by the dwarf tribe with all the ore in their inventory!

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

Karp Xiongshi 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 the dwarf king Rabio who was wearing a black feather coat and was still extraordinary even if he became a slave.

"King of the dwarves, I hope you can recognize the fact that the dwarves are now my slaves. If you want to get better treatment, please work hard to cooperate."

After finishing speaking, he gave Rabio a meaningful look.

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

After speaking, he waved his hand and turned to leave the dark, dilapidated thatched cottage.

Only two dwarves with extremely ugly expressions were left in the room.

Seeing this scene, Marci fell silent in vain.

The dwarves now have no room for resistance.

Rabio yanked off his black feather coat and threw it on the ground. The linen clothes inside were tightly bound with dozens of chains of forbidden magic.

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

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

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

His body was covered with mottled gray animal skins, and the strong muscles covered with scars were faintly revealed when he walked, and a huge tail was swinging behind him.

Savage and primitive.

The wolf's head on the head is frightening, the long and narrow green eyes are full of murderous intent, and the sharp fangs in the mouth are full of ferociousness.

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

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

Craig Hunter's eyes were full of puzzlement. The dwarf king was the backbone of all dwarves. If the dwarf king was not dead, these dwarves would not be able to submit to the great orc.

"No, Craig, the dwarf king can't die, and he can't die if anyone dies!" Garp turned his head, a deep look flashed in his eyes.

"The reason the dwarves are so obedient is 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 you deal with humans.

If something happens to the Dwarf King, I swear to the great God of Hunting, the dwarves will resist no matter what!

The final result can only be that we suffer huge losses, and the dwarves are destroyed. "

As the king of the orc tribe, Garp could see clearly.

The stubborn character of the dwarves is useless to deal with oppressive means. They can only control their king and let the dwarf king give orders.

die?Those guys who wished they could bury themselves in the earth while they were still alive, and their minds were full of stones, didn't care.

Craig nodded and did not refute again. In terms of wisdom, Garp, the owner of the lion tribe, never let him down.

"Craig, forge the weapons and armor as soon as possible, we need to go out and loot more food in the winter moon."

Cap's tone was solemn and his expression was very dignified.

"Our food can no longer sustain us through this winter."

With a bit of anger in his eyes, Craig growled, "Those damned human merchants raised the price of food again!!

We can now exchange a whole cowhide for a bag of wheat! !

These greedy, dirty human businessmen, one day I will cut off their heads with a knife myself! ! "

Garp's expression was also a bit ugly when he heard this. The barren wasteland is too poor, and the food produced is extremely limited. Every year in the cold winter, a large number of orcs will starve to death.

Coupled with the fact that humans have been banning the sale of food to orcs, this situation has been exacerbated.

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

But those greedy human merchants have reached the point of insanity, and even exchanged a complete Warcraft fur for a bag of wheat worth a few silver pukes.

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

But the frontier will be blocked by humans after the winter moon. If there is no army sent by the orc king, they will not be able to break through the blockade of the human army, even if they are called a big tribe.

So if he wants to get more food, he can only exchange the beast fur or other materials obtained from the hunting of the lion tribe from those human traders who are not afraid of death.

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