As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Although the life of the orcs is very primitive.

They eat raw hair and drink blood, have no clothes to cover their bodies, and no houses to live in. Even the so-called royal court is just a pile of tattered tents, but even so, they still look down on human beings.

In the eyes of these orcs, human beings are just a group of insidious and cunning things. Their thin bodies make the orcs despise them from the bottom of their hearts. They cannot tolerate such small and weak lives occupying the warm and rich areas of the Dusk Continent, and the orcs only Able to live in a world of ice and snow.

They are not convinced.

For eight thousand years, even though the dragons have been suppressing it, the orcs have never stopped trying to cross the Dulles Mountains to invade the human race, and they come several times every now and then.

In the eyes of tigers, bears, werewolves, leopards and even winged orcs with powerful bodies, humans can only be regarded as food.

In fact, that's what they do.

Humans, especially young women, are simply delicacies in the eyes of orcs.

Some orcs often invade human territory on a small scale, and then capture living people from the human world and bring them to the orc territory for sustenance.

Crunch, crunch.

The silence was broken with the creepy chewing sound of Boyle.

"Everyone, that idiot Noctis has released the evil spirit according to my guidance." Lakhado's voice echoed in the courtyard: "I have also spread the news, and now it has begun to spread among the major tribes. It may take less than a few days for all the orcs in the entire orc territory to know what that idiot Noctis did. "

"It can be said that from this moment on, Noctis will never be able to ascend to the position of King of the Beastmen. Even if the Winged Humans try their best to save Noctis, they can't."

"How are you doing here?" Lahado also stretched out his sharp claws, pulled off an arm and gnawed on it.

Angers, the high priest of the werewolf tribe, licked his lips with a rough tongue and grinned, saying: "As the high priest, I have held a sacrificial ceremony a few days ago to express in the name of the god of waste that the next The orc king should be Veron, the leader of the bear tribe. Although the werewolves were a little reluctant, they accepted the result. "

Kasa, the tauren shaman, nodded his huge head: "Me too."

"The Leopard People also agree." Dyson nodded his furry head and responded: "After all, I told them that the next leader will be selected from the Leopard People."

Barnetta, the first warrior of the pig-headed tribe, was chewing on the barbecue and did not participate in the discussion.

As for Barnetta's performance, several other big guys did not express the slightest dissatisfaction. This person has always been like this. For Barnetta, nothing can compare with the fragrant barbecue in front of him.

In a meal, two-thirds of the food will often go into this guy's stomach.

"That's very good." Lahador nodded with satisfaction. Although he is not the strongest among the seven orcs, at least on the surface, his status is very special and vague. He had the posture of being the head of seven people. When Lahaddo spoke, even Boyle and Barnetta, two guys who were more interested in food, would subconsciously pause the sound of chewing.

After a brief pause, the expression on Lakhado's face gradually became solemn.

A pair of narrow eyes were also full of danger and gloom. His gaze swept across the seven people around him, and his hoarse voice echoed around again: "Everyone, we are all guardians of fate..."

"We should protect destiny and maintain its majesty."

"But now, what we are doing is going against nature. I know that our ending is likely to be very bleak, but so what, if our fate is death, the fate of the orcs is to annihilate their race. , then there is no need to continue guarding this damn fate.”

Whoosh, whoosh...

There were violent gasps from all around.

Each of the orcs stopped what they were doing, even Barnetta put down the food in his hands. His eyes were filled with scarlet, exuding anger and unwillingness.

The guardians of destiny are passed down from generation to generation.

The seven of them have been guardians of destiny since their ancestors eight thousand years ago. They have been passed down from generation to generation to the present. Each generation of guardians of destiny regards this title as the highest honor of the family.

Of course, the future that each generation of guardians of destiny can see is extremely limited. They can only peek into everything that happened from the moment they assumed the role of guardian of destiny until their death. They take it as their duty to protect and maintain destiny, so that the development of destiny can follow the future they see.

It was not until a few decades ago that abnormalities began to appear.

In that generation, a new round of seven guardians of destiny appeared, and they saw their own future.

Then six of the seven Destiny Guardians died, all committing suicide.

Lakhado was the only one left who was still living normally.

Maybe Lahaddo wasn't too normal. For at least a few months, Lahaddo was crazy, sometimes howling like crazy, sometimes bursting into tears, sometimes motionless, as if dead.

No one knows what exactly happened to Lahado. Only those who are close to Lahado can occasionally hear words from Lahado: why is this happening, why is it happening like this.

During that time, Lakhado was extremely sad.

There was no light in his eyes.

And destiny, after all, needs some tool people to protect it.

After the death of six guardians of destiny, only one Lahador was left who was still crazy. The fate of the orcs was no longer maintained by anyone. The repairman had to re-select six orcs to supplement it and become the new destiny. protector.

After these six new guardians of destiny knew their futures, they finally understood why their predecessors committed suicide one after another.

After all, for the guardians of destiny who have always been responsible for maintaining destiny and protecting destiny, letting them see the destiny they protect is actually pushing the orcs into the deepest part of hell, causing the orcs to become extinct and completely disappear from the dusk. The disappearance of the mainland is really cruel.

The persistence and belief deep in my heart suddenly collapsed.

That kind of impact is unbearable even for orcs with extremely tough minds.

Perhaps, they can accept their own death, but they absolutely cannot accept that everything they have done has led the orcs to the end of their genocide.

On one side is the long-standing faith, on the other is the future of destruction.

Heaven and man are at war.

Despair for the future, anger at being fooled, and fear of the sky were fighting in their minds and souls, eventually making these guardians of destiny go crazy in chaos and die in madness.

The newly chosen guardian of destiny is also full of despair and fear about the future he sees, and is horrified by the mysterious existence that gives him power.

They don't know whether they should accept the arrangement of heaven and push the orcs to hell step by step, or struggle to survive.