This matter goes back to a few days ago when I accompanied the old chief to inspect the border of the valley and forest frontier secretly.
To simply put, we were ambushed.
The strongest wolf would be chosen as the alpha.
The strongest horse was chosen to be a stallion.
And I, Brock, the strongest orc…
“Brock…” the chief who walked across the bridge, cast a sad expression at me.
I stood on the bridge and turned back with an unswerving determination in my eyes, “I Know, chief, I will cover the back, you go quickly!”
I was chosen to die.
“I should have died in the glorious battle with you… I’m sorry.” the chief gritted his teeth in disgrace.
“I understand that the tribe still needs you to lead them. Your surviving is not ignoble, rather for the overall situation! Take my share and battle!” I raised my battle-ax and pointed towards the chief, “Now go, I’ll block those long-eared people.”
“The ancestors are with you, brave warrior!” there were tears in the chief’s eyes “One day we will meet on the Grassland of the souls!”
After speaking, the chief turned and ran towards the valley without looking back.
And I turned in the other direction, looking at the forest at the end of the bridge.
The increasingly distinct sound of footsteps announced the arrival of the pursuers, and several arrows shot at me from the forest.
I put the thick battle-ax in front of me, blocking two arrows that came straight to my throat… Two more arrows arched into my shoulder from above, and the rest stuck in the bridge.
Hmph, it doesn’t hurt or tickle, long-eared elves arrows were like needles to the strong orcs.
The elf arches wearing grey cloaks and silver masks emerged from the depths of the forest, drawing their bows with arrows.
I took a deep breath, and with my all strength, let out a battle cry towards the forest which was enough to shake the hairy mammoths, “ I am Brock, the warrior of the Bloodaxe tribe! Who dares to fight with me to death!”
The roar obviously broke the archers’ nerves, and they stopped for a moment.
A bunch of cowards “I will show you what a real warrior is!
I roared again and charged at them with my battle-ax.
The archers scrambled to regroup, and the belated second wave of arrows shot in my direction.
I used the battle-ax to block the vital arrows, charged across the bridge, and leaped on the ground with one foot near the end of the bridge, creating deep footprints on the forestland.
I dodged a few arrows with this jump, and at the same time narrowed the distance from the nearest archer– in less than twenty steps I could rush over and cut off the opponent’s head.
The archer shuddered and let out a scream. Without any hesitation turned and ran away stumbling over a tree root after a few steps.
Huh? This voice… female elf?
Speaking of which, all the troops sent by the forest elves that have been fighting with our tribe, were mostly female elves…
However, whether it was a man or a woman, if you step on the battlefield, it’s a warrior! Such cowardice was simply a disgrace to the warrior profession!
I couldn’t help feeling angry, I rushed forward and raised my battle-ax at her.
Since I am destined to die here, let me fight until the last moment. It is the long-cherished wish of every orc warrior to die in a glorious battle!
You will be the first sacrifice!
Just as my battle-ax was about to drink blood, an invisible shock passed through the side of my brain.
All of a sudden, the world turned upside down.
The battle-ax fell from my hand.
I couldn’t stand… want to sleep…
With a blurry consciousness, I saw a figure not far away holding a staff and wearing a robe.
Elf… Mage …
“At last!” as I fell down, I heard the mage say this with a smile.
In this way, I became a captive of the elves.