I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

The lights in the house became smaller and smaller, and went out one by one, until only a few sporadic lights remained.

The time was almost up, Erlan put Su Tang down from his arms.

"let's start."

He gave orders to the commander beside him. The orcs of the Dirty Blood Race were always on guard. After receiving the order, they lit the arrows in their hands and drew their bows.

Nolan leaned against a tree, half asleep. While he was dozing off, a rain of arrows was already shooting towards the Oliver tribe.

Clusters of rockets fell from the sky, like meteors streaking across the sky, brilliant and dazzling. The orcs standing guard on the high platform were initially a little curious.

In the middle of the night, when he was always sleepy, the orc leaning against the pillar rubbed his eyes and said, "How beautiful! Are the stars falling?"

At this time, an orc noticed something was going on and shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Rockets! Rockets!"

The warning drums sounded instantly, and the thunderous sound spread throughout the tribe.

At this moment, everyone is forced to wake up from their beautiful dreams, but what is waiting for them is no longer a beautiful tomorrow, but a devastating disaster.

"Fire! Fire!"

Rockets rained down, and then around the tribe, vines grew high into the sky, surrounding the entire tribe.

Osai woke up with a start, looked out the window at the vines that were about to cover the sky, and was so panicked that he pushed open Olivier's door without even having time to put on his shoes.

He looked so panicked that his speech was not clear. "Father...Father, something terrible has happened!"

Different from Orsay who was panicking at the moment, Olivier was neatly dressed. He sat on a wooden chair finely carved by a craftsman, his face as calm as usual.

Olivier tilted his head, quietly looking at the raging fire outside the window, with only deep, dark calmness in his eyes.

"Father...Father?" Osai called again. He didn't understand why his father was sitting here so calmly.

"What are you thinking about here?"

Olivier withdrew his gaze, stood up and looked at Osay. He walked slowly towards him, neither too fast nor too slow.

Osai looked surprised. His father was so calm and composed, he must be confident that he could resolve this crisis.

"Father?" The joy on Osei's face had not yet spread. He looked down at the big hand that pierced his chest with astonishment, "Why?"

A strong hand passed through his chest, holding the hot beating heart in his hand. The heart was throbbing, and it had just been separated from the body, so it still had some life.

The big hand withdrew its strength, and the beating heart turned into a pool of meat paste.

An inscrutable smile appeared on Olivier's face, his brown eyes gradually turned purple, and when his weathered voice spoke again, it was full of charm.

"Don't call me father. I'm not your father." Olivier's facial features twisted into a look of grievance. "If you had kept your promise and released the people from that tribe after I fell into the trap, I would have left quietly and never disturbed your lives."

The big hand pulled out, and Osai, who had lost his heart, still had some consciousness. These words also made Osai know who the person in front of him was.

It was the Butterfly man he had captured!

But isn’t he an eight-star orc?

How could he hide it from his eyes and pretend to be a father?

Where did his father go?

Osei used his remaining strength to say: "You... deserve to die!"

Until the end, Osai didn't think that what he did was wrong. What was wrong with them hunting down the dirty-blood race?

They deserved to die!

Nolan manipulated Olivier and sneered. He didn't understand why these people didn't think their actions were wrong even at the critical moment of life and death, and were reluctant to even beg for mercy.

Aren’t their lives still lives?

Tears welled up in Nolan's eyes. If he hadn't gone out, if he hadn't returned to the tribe, then 'he' wouldn't have died, right?

The young and energetic Nolan went out to explore the world and was separated from his tribe. Because of the extraordinary appearance of the butterfly tribe, he was always hunted down by foreign tribes.

It was that man who saved the dying Nolan. He was a gentle witch doctor who treated Nolan like his own child. Because of Nolan's talent, he had to clean up many messes for Nolan.

Nolan went out to find a way to prolong his life. Since he met Nolan, the witch doctor's health began to decline and there was no possibility of promotion. However, he was reluctant to tell Nolan this news.

The truth was not revealed until it could no longer be concealed.

He said: "Everyone will die, don't feel sad for me."

But Nolan was unwilling to give up. He had already reached the realm of Beast King and he believed that he could escape unscathed even if the Beast King attacked.

But when he came back after being away for a few days, his home was gone, and even the man who always greeted him when he returned to the tribe was dead.

Nolan was originally determined to fight them to the death, but the people who were chasing him told him that not all the people in the tribe were dead, they were just captured, and they would be released as long as he was willing to surrender.

Nolan believed it. When he put it on and took it off, he heard Osai's contemptuous and impatient words.

The wind is light and the clouds are clear, as if they are talking lightly about what to eat for lunch.

"Let's kill the rest. So many of us died just to capture a group of butterfly people, and they still dared to resist. I told you to hand them over. If they don't resist, I won't kill them. It's such a waste of time for one or two of them to be so stubborn!"

How do you expect them to hand it over?

Nolan never told them where he was going!

They are not allowed to resist, so what's wrong with them resisting?

Su Tang opened her eyes in a daze and heard a voice that sounded like crying and laughing. She stood up and walked closer, but the person next to her had disappeared.

She looked around and saw that a fight had started.

Following the sound, she saw Nolan on the tree. The moonlight shone on his face through the gaps in the tree trunk, but Su Tang couldn't see clearly from her angle.

"Um...are you okay?"

Nolan choked up, wiped away his tears, and jumped off the tree trunk with a calm expression.

"I am fine."

No matter how he pretended nothing happened, his red eyes couldn't lie, so Su Tang didn't expose his words.

Then she continued to sit back in her original position, watching Nolan talking to himself and performing a monologue. She knew that he was manipulating a puppet, but it was creepy to see a person moving his hands and feet like that.

Nolan once again told Olivier the truth through Olivier's mouth.

"You must be wondering where your father is?" He leaned closer, afraid that Osay couldn't hear clearly. "He's dead."

Osai's pupils shrank, and he no longer had the strength to speak, but the shock in his eyes showed that he heard everything clearly.

Clang! The heavy object fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Nolan turned his head and saw the girl standing outside the door through Olivier's eyes, and curled the corners of his lips slightly.

He greeted Ola in a brisk tone: "Hey, why don't you come in and say hello to your father?"

Ola froze, her hands covering her mouth as if trying to stifle a scream.

She didn't understand why her father fell to the ground with a hole in his chest, and why her grandfather's hands were covered in blood.

In the firelight, Olivier's purple eyes were creepily gloomy.

She shook her head and kept backing away, "No! Grandpa! Why!"