I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

(In order to avoid confusion in the power system, I still did not give the orcs' power a new name. Too many settings would make it inconvenient to read.)

In the thousands of years of war between humans and orcs, the Human Empire has always played an invincible role.

But its rise did not happen overnight, nor was it accidental. In order to expand its living space, the empire attacked the continent with killing and war, dividing the continent into two, humans and humanoids.

It is hard to imagine that different leaders of the orc tribes would stand up to challenge the authority of the empire. Many tribes united together to form a large army to resist the invasion of the empire, but without exception, they all failed.

Thirty years ago, the empire expanded again and several orc tribes united together, but they failed. The commander-in-chief Hamilcar Barca survived and regarded it as a shame for the tribe. His eldest son Hannibal was only nine years old at the time and was already an extraordinary warrior in the tribe.

On a stormy night, a vow-taking ceremony was taking place in the center of the temple.

The sharp blade cut the throat, and blood gushed out from the man's wound and was collected in a skull cup.

The middle-aged orc took the cup of blood from the priest and poured it on the young orc's head.

"Hannibal, swear."

"I swear to the immortal God that I will never rest until the heart of the human empire is split open by the orcs' axes and the blood is drained."

"Do it again!" The middle-aged orc's voice was serious.

Young Hannibal stole a glance at his father, and his voice was a little hurried:

"I swear to the immortal God that I will never rest until the heart of the human empire is split open by the orcs' axes..."

"Do it again!!!" Hamilcar yelled.

"I swear to the immortal God!!! I will never stop!!! Until the heart of the human empire is split open by the orcs' axes!!! All the blood is shed!!!"

Like the ringing of a giant bell, the little orc's roar resounded throughout the temple. His brown eyeballs were replaced by blood red. A flash of lightning split the heavy darkness. The rain fell even harder. The knife in the priest's hand fell to the ground. The guards outside looked inside. Everyone was terrified by his aura.

After a brief moment of shock, Hamilcar hugged his pride and kissed Hannibal's forehead, tears dripping from his eyes.

Hannibal's fate was destined to be rough, and perhaps Hamilcar was also weeping for him.

The flames of revenge consumed the heart of the young orc. He had waited 20 years until that day.

"Do you want revenge?"

"of course."

"I can help you."

"What's the price?"

"all of these."

In front of Hannibal was a talking dragon, and what spewed out of his mouth was not flames or acid, but a torrent of magic.

Only humans can master magic, when did dragons learn it?

A trace of doubt flashed through my mind, but I didn't think much about it. Is there anything more important than revenge?

The dragon gave him a ball of burning blood, through which he broke through the divine gift and gained the power of fire.

Memories resurfaced. It was a November night. The sky was filled with vast and beautiful stars. The frosty white earth spread into the distance. Hannibal stood on the top of the mountain, gazing at Razlan in the distance. It was his hometown.

A female orc came up to him and looked at the orc man in front of her with awe. His thick arms were covered with marks left by the red-hot knife tips. Those were the marks of his conquest of other tribes. One mark represented one tribe. There was no part of his arms that was intact.

"The emblem of that territory is a giant wolf. If we attack another territory..."

"Who are we? Cowards?"

The sound was very much like the roar of a tiger, and the madness overflowing from those blood-red eyes was like a blade cutting the soul of the female orc. She lowered her head, put the weapon in front of her feet, and knelt on one knee to show her submission.

"You know the answer to that."

"Then let us fight, and take this city with us, with our revenge as the god of war swore."

The sound is not loud, but it is sonorous and powerful, like a huge hammer forging a red-hot steel billet.

"We will defeat them, and then plant the axe of war in the capital of the empire, just as we planned."

The blood-red gaze moved away from the female orc and looked at the brightly lit city again.

An orc soldier came to the top of the mountain and knelt on one knee.

Hannibal waved his hand, and the female orc picked up her weapon and left the top of the mountain.

"explain."

"Our scouts encountered scouts from the opposite territory today."

"Oh? How many of them died?"

“Only two elderly people died.”

"Haha, that ridiculous teaching again."

Hannibal's tone was full of disdain, but his hand clenched his weapon, which was a burning dragon's fang.

"Send out scouts around us, so we don't get surrounded without even realizing it."

"Yes."

He stared at the city built on the corpses of orcs from afar, then turned and left the top of the mountain.

Back at the bustling camp, an old orc came up to him and followed him into the largest tent in the center.

"Hannibal, why don't you bring all your troops here? A good warrior never underestimates the enemy's strength..."

"And your own power, Lusitaia."

There was a flash of dissatisfaction in the old orc's eyes, but he still did not raise any objections, but only reminded: "When we salute your honor, you also shoulder our lives, Hannibal."

"Our goal is revenge, Lusitaia."

Two pairs of eyes pierced each other, one crazy, the other wise.

"Our purpose is to stay alive, Hannibal."

The voice faded slightly, and the old orc finally looked away. He was the first orc leader to respond to Hannibal, and his loyalty would not allow him to completely fall out with the chieftain.

"We may die, but our descendants will never die in the war with the Empire. This is our goal. We will tell the Empire that the orcs will never surrender."

The tent fell silent again. They were not afraid of death, but death was still heavy. They didn't know whether they would win the war. They only knew that the war had to be fought even if the whole army was wiped out.

"Go down, the attack will begin in a few days, stay in shape, Lusitaia."

"Yes, Warchief."

The old orc's back was still straight and broad, and in the firelight, his muscles were knotted and as hideous as a devil's face.

The door curtain was lifted, and the wind outside blew up the red dots on the brazier, which squeaked as they fell on the seat in the middle.

The orc picked up the dragon-tooth broadsword and began his nightly prayers.

The lord's study.

"Bang bang."

"come in."

The lord continued to turn the ring, and Bennett sat down next to him.

"The orcs are about to attack, Bennett."

The lord pointed to the mountains and forests on the map, where the location of the orc camp was marked.

"Is there anything I can do?"

This time the lord pointed to the northern wall.

"I'll be in charge here, and you come and help me."

"Ok."

"Say goodbye to Aimee. This war will be a long one."

"I will."

"Have you made up your mind about Helen?"

"She will not become our enemy."

The lord nodded and waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

Bennett has been preparing for war these days, making magic gems whenever he has time, and a box is already full.

Aimee dragged the box out and handed it to the maid, and the gems would appear in the tent of the barracks tonight.

The candlelight flickered, Maureen and Judy entered the room, having spent a sleepless night, as did Helen, and the desk where Bennett taught creaked, the corners of which would surely be rounder tomorrow.