|->Chapter 245 Sorg, get out of your kennel!? Half a day later, Rollin and Vianna stood at the mouth of the valley where Sorg was, and then the orcs who led the way ran away as if they were flying, and soon disappeared.

"It looks like it's unguarded." Rollin looked at the mouth of the valley, and there were no orcs to be seen except for a stone.

If it weren't for the fact that he could see many wooden houses and a lot of human figures from the canopy, if it was the beast shadow, Rollin would almost have thought that the orc had deliberately deceived him by taking the wrong way.

It's normal to think about it, this is already the depths of the Hengduan Mountain Range, who will run here if nothing happens, and the orcs have a strong temperament, they think they are invincible in the world, and they are never afraid of challenges, so they naturally won't set up any sentry.

"Let's go over there. Call this orc king out, if the talk collapses, he will do it, and we can run away quickly. Rollin pointed to the rock wall on the side of the valley, which was so steep that it was difficult to climb up from the valley.

"Okay."

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Sorg was discussing clan affairs with several of his trusted ministers and discussing solutions.

He is the Orc King, and the responsibility of the Orc King is far more than fighting, his most important mission is to lead the people to survive and reproduce, and continue to grow to get more and better development space.

Now, more than 40,000 soldiers followed him into the Hengduan Mountain Range, and at the beginning, there was still a blood and courage in everyone's hearts, and the cohesion was extremely high. But now, more than half a year has passed, and although this cohesion is still there, many practical problems have been exposed.

In the forest, of course, food is not a problem. But the living conditions in the dense forest are not so comfortable, and the beasts and diseases plague the orcs. In just half a year. Nearly 2,000 orcs died for no reason.

These are tough fighters. And their total number is only in the early 40,000s, so they can't afford such a loss!

"Sacrifice, the spread of cold and fever is strict, have you found a cure?". The orc king asked the old priest.

This cold fever is a strange disease, after getting it, the whole body is hot for a while, like a stove, and the whole body is cold like an ice cave. This symptom is good for a while. After a while, if left untreated, the patient will become thinner and thinner, and eventually there is a half chance of dying.

The odds are too high, and at least half of the 2,000 orcs who have been attrition have died of cold fever.

The High Priest's wrinkled face wrinkled, and he shook his head bitterly: "There is no other way than to heal with magic power. The power of sacrifice is limited after all. My construction is still the same as before, and all sick orcs must be resettled. Feed them a thick broth every day, and the strong warriors will be able to survive it. Those who are weak. Let them return to the bosom of their ancestors. ”

"Hey~" the Orc King sighed, and then 'Hey! He snorted helplessly, and his heart burned with anger: "That human being is really hateful! If I had taken Vendôme, how could I be in such a predicament now! ”

The orcs in the tent were silent, they knew that their majesty was in a bad mood.

After a while, the orc king said, "I heard that the first batch of dolls has been born, bring it over and let me see it." ”

After the Great Sacrifice, an orc immediately rushed out of the tent, and when he came in again, he already had a small dot in his hand.

The little thing had not yet opened his eyes, and his face had a thin countenance, and it was evident that he had just been born, and in the wide palm of the orc's hand, the little thing struggled restlessly, and his mouth made a 'babbling' sound.

The orc king Sorge stretched out his hand to take the small thing, looked at it carefully, compared it with the appearance of the orc doll in his memory, and couldn't help but sigh: "The woman of the human race is still thin and weak. This baby has also inherited their mother's inferior bloodline, such a small point, it will not be strong when it grows up in the future, how to fight? Will the name of my great orcs be destroyed at my hands? ”

At the beginning, all the orcs who passed through the portal were warriors, and there were basically no female orcs with them, but now the portal has been destroyed because it has run to the limit, and these warriors have cut off their way back.

Then, if the problem of reproduction is not solved, then after another thirty years, even if there is no major war, with the average lifespan of orcs is only 50, they will basically die of old age. That's a laugh-out-loud tooth.

In order to solve this problem, the orc king captured a large number of Terran women on the way into the Hengduan Mountains.

Now, more than a dozen months have passed, and the first half-breeds have been born. The orcs have a very strong bloodline, super fertility, and these are all strong warriors, so the number of these half-breed orcs, counting the vast majority of unborn fetuses, has reached 10,000, and they brought a total of 12,000 Terran women at the beginning.

It's just that this little thing is too thin, and the heroic orc king was disappointed when he saw it.

The high priest had a different opinion, he looked at the small thing with pink skin in the orc king's hand, and smiled: "Your Majesty, this is not necessarily a bad thing. ”

"Oh, how do you say?" Solge attaches great importance to the words of the high priest.

"Many of the women who were taken captive were magicians, and they had a good talent for magic. This talent is passed on to their children, and many of them have good talents. Although our people do not have the magic of the Terrans, this is a very good sacrificial seedling, and many of them are able to master the witchcraft of their ancestors very easily. ”

"Oh~" The orc king suddenly turned his worries into joy, many of the witchcraft sacrificed have powerful powers, such as the elemental sacrifice branch, which can control the power of nature, with lightning, fire, and even the power of the earth, and the power does not belong to the magic of the human race.

If there are a lot of sacrifices, then it is worth sacrificing some power.

"Sacrifice, what do you do about it?" The Orc King asked.

"Not much. The most important thing is to be kind to their mothers. Your Majesty, there are often people in the camp who take pleasure in abusing Terran women, which is very undesirable. Because in the foreseeable future, the kings of our next generation will inevitably be born among these half-breed orcs, who will remember this hatred when they saw their mother's misery since childhood. This is not a good thing. ”

Sorg nodded in agreement, and said to an orc beside him, "Adoron, you are responsible for this." Go and tell my soldiers to be kind to their women, and don't let them go hungry and freeze their bodies, they are the mother of my orc race on this continent. If anyone disobeys, the penalty is caning. If someone kills his own woman, cut off his nose and ears, be ashamed! ”

Adolon is a strong orc, he worships the orc king the most, and when he heard this, he immediately saluted: "Yes, Your Majesty!" ”

He took the command and went.

Solg teased the little thing in his hand with great interest, and it was not until the little thing cried impatiently that he smiled and returned the little one to the sacrifice.

The priest carried the child out of the tent, and a Terran woman pounced on him, snatched her child from his hand, and examined it carefully, lest the child be harmed.

In the tent, Sorge saw this scene and felt a little emotional: "Although she is a little thinner, she is a qualified mother like the women of my clan." ”

"That's what Your Majesty said." The High Priest agreed.

Even if this matter has been discussed, Sorg is ready to discuss the issue of weapons, which is another shortcoming of the orc clan at the moment.

Nowadays, many orcs hold thick wooden sticks, and some of them can hold hammers, but they are very few, less than 10,000 in number, all of which are used by brave warriors.

Thinking of the weapon, Sorg thought of Vendôme's defeat again, and thought of the Terran warrior who had broken off one of his arms, and a wave of anger suddenly swelled up in his heart.

But soon, this anger was suppressed by him, as the king of the orcs, Sorg was very sober, he knew that this anger did no other good than to make him lose his mind, and he had to control himself.

He was just about to speak, when suddenly a voice came into the tent: "Solge, get out of your kennel!" ”

The voice was so familiar that Sorg would never forget it, his eyes turned red, and anger surged through his heart, so much so that he thought he was hallucinating.

"Who's out there?" He stood up, blood axe in hand, and strode out of the tent, and when he looked up, he saw two men standing there at the top of the valley.

One is the Terran warrior Luo Lin, and the other is the emerald dragon Vianna, both of whom are his enemies of life and death!

"Dare to break into my territory, it's really self-defeating!" Sorg's teeth clucked. (To be continued......)