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

"Okay."

The old man put the barbecue on a plate on the table, walked around the room, and took out two beer cups from somewhere. He handed one to Bennett, gave him some dipping sauce, took out a dagger and started eating the meat.

Bennett poured a glass of wine for the old man and another for himself, took a sip of the bitter wine from the barracks, took out his knife and started eating the meat.

The two of them ate heartily without paying any attention to each other.

The old man had almost finished eating, wiped his hands on his body, and said, "Sera asked me to bring this meat."

There was some noise outside the door. Neither Bennett nor the old man stood up. They knew who it was.

"Sierra, is she okay?"

The old man sneered and said sarcastically: "Humph, she is far inferior to you. She didn't find a group of men."

Silence, Bennett dared to say nothing.

The old man sighed. He really felt sorry for his disciple, but he also knew Sera's character, and it was impossible to let her give up.

"Young people like perfection. I was the same when I was young. I wanted to do this and that first, then do that and that. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. In this fucked up world, you never know when someone will be gone. Cherish every person who appears in your life, and don't think about the future."

He stood up, patted Bennett on the shoulder, and left the room.

Bennett looked at the wine on the table. He understood what the old man said, but he didn't seem to understand it.

The wine in the glass was almost gone. Bennett did not continue to pour the wine. He drank it in one gulp, stood up, wiped his greasy hands, took out a larger quilt from the cabinet, and replaced the single quilt on the bed.

When he opened the door, she was still outside. This time he looked into her eyes. Her eyes were wet with tears, and the pupils in the middle reflected the reflection of a person.

"Can you stay for the time being...?"

The bathtub in the room is big enough to accommodate two people.

The moonlight is shining, but tonight is not peaceful.

The morning sun shone on the two of them, and Sera was still hugging Bennett.

It was Sera who woke up first because she had better physical strength.

When Bennett got up, Sierra was already moving her things; she was going to live with him for the next few days.

Breakfast was already on the table, and Bennett was dressed, waiting to eat with Sierra.

Sera put the weapon rack in the corner, sat next to Bennett, and put the sausage on his plate. Bennett looked at the sausage and didn't refuse. She always felt that Bennett was not full and wanted him to eat more.

He picked up the sausage with a fork and took a bite. The chef in the military camp might have improved his cooking skills. It was obviously more delicious than before, but he couldn't tell what made it delicious.

Bennett swallowed the food and said:

"Why don't I move to your place? I only have a box of gems and some clothes, so I can move in right away."

Sera tilted her neck back, swallowed the food in her mouth, and said with a smile:

"You invited me, so of course I stayed."

Bennett never took the initiative in this relationship, and he didn't spend as much time with Sierra as Aimee did.

It's preference after all.

After breakfast, the two men maintained their weapons together, just like they had done with the tent.

Outside the city, the orc camp.

Lusitaia was supervising the craftsmen. The old orc once proposed that the warriors should be involved in the manufacture of siege equipment, and Hannibal agreed. However, when he announced it in public, he received collective opposition.

Looking at the city wall in the distance, the old orc knew that preparations had been made inside. He got news from human merchants that there were only more than 500 extraordinary knights, more than 30 armed knights, only 5 holy blade knights, and no divine knights yet.

If such a force were on the plains, a charge from the orcs would be enough. Even if this was a siege, the other side still had a Scourge Mage.

"A natural disaster wizard."

The old orc murmured to himself: "A meteor disaster?"

Memories came back, it was hundreds of years ago, a female mage walked towards a fierce battlefield, their attacks passed through her body, but like catching the moon in the water, only causing ripples.

Dense runes emerged on the ground, and meteors with beautiful blue tails fell on the battlefield. Humans fought desperately to hold back the army, but in the end, both sides were unable to evacuate the battlefield and perished together.

The huge meteorite seemed to be right in front of them, and fear flashed across the old orcs' eyes. They had no mages, and they didn't understand mages, but when mages appeared on the battlefield for the first time, the meteorite fell, and the orcs' backbone was completely broken. Since then, no mages have appeared on the battlefield, and the orcs no longer have an army of 100,000 people.

The old orc covered his aching chest, which had been pierced by meteorite fragments. Since then, he began to age, and the physical strength given by God was also leaving him. He knew that his faith had been shattered and completely crushed by the disaster.

His eyes turned to the tent in the center, inside was the great chief Hannibal.

Why did you follow him in the first place?

……

The huge wings created a hurricane, and an orc jumped off the dragon's back, his blood-red eyes staring at the old orc who was already emaciated.

"Lusitaia, what defeated your faith? Look at your appearance. Follow me, and together we will take back our former glory. Even if we die, the orcs' axes will split the heart of the human empire."

"Ahem, just you? And the giant dragon behind you? It's not enough."

"Really? What about now?"

The orc raised a dragon-tooth broadsword, flames surrounded him, and the dragon behind him spewed out magical breath. This was magic, and the old orc would never forget the disgusting mental oppression in his life.

Giant dragons rose into the sky and circled around his sword, and the clouds in the sky were broken and scattered.

At this moment, the courage I had back then reappeared, and the god in my heart revived again.

"what is your purpose?"

The blood-red eyes were filled with madness, and the powerful aura caused the ground to crack continuously. The old orc knew that the will of the orc in front of him was as strong as steel.

……

"Report, the siege equipment is ready."

Lusitaia was awakened from her memories.

He glanced at the huge siege machines and counted them in his mind, then went forward to check them one by one. These machines were simple but absolutely reliable, and not a single piece of wood was less than a hundred years old.

"Very good. I promised you that the seeds have been delivered to your tribe. You will now hide in the rear. The war is about to begin."

"Yes."

Lusitaia looked at the craftsmen who were leaving. They had all learned to cultivate the land like humans. He didn't know if this was a good thing because the number of warriors in these tribes had decreased.

Are orcs still orcs without tradition?

There was a trace of confusion in Lusitaia's eyes, but then she immediately became determined. Now was not the time to think about these things, because there was a tiger next to the orcs, staring at the tribe hungrily. This time, they must hurt it so that it would never dare to attack again.

His ferocious muscles bulged, the old orc picked up a huge hammer and walked towards the central tent.

In the tent, Hannibal was looking at the simple animal skin map in front of him. There was a crazy plan on it, but it was agreed by all the orcs.

A cold wind blew into the tent. Hannibal looked up and saw the huge hammer on the old orc's shoulder.

The two looked at each other, and the old orc nodded.

Picking up the dragon-tooth broadsword, the sound was like a tiger roaring on the mountain.

"Let's go, let's take back our former glory."