I Became a Progenitor Vampire

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Barren wasteland, deep in the distant mountains, in a valley surrounded by clouds all year round.

In a small city that can accommodate three thousand people.

"Patriarch Rabio, Prince Anakin has no information yet..."

Marcy Wildhammer stood behind the Dwarf King with a very depressed expression.

The king of the dwarf tribe, Rabio Wildhammer, stared at the dwarf moving ore on the street through the window of the small thatched house with a serious expression.

This is a city built by the dwarves.

The dense fog above the height of five or six hundred blades covers the valley below for many years. Even if the orc wyvern flies into the dense fog, as long as it does not descend to a certain distance, it is impossible to notice the life in this huge valley of ten kilometers long and wide. With a group of dwarves.

But now, this city that can avoid foreign enemies is no longer a dwarf.

Rabiot's eyebrows drooped, his hands on the window, the green veins on the back of his hands exposed.

The most conspicuous person on the street outside the window was not the dwarf, but the tall, hideous orc.

Now, the beasts are the masters of the valley of dwarves. When these irritable dwarves find that there are slow-moving dwarves, they will use a long whip to slap them.

Slave, this is a title that Rabiot feels extremely humiliating.

But now the dwarves are slaves to the orcs! !

Thinking of this, a bit of uncontrollable anger flashed in the eyes of Rabiot wearing a black feather coat.

They are a great Wildhammer tribe, with the blood of a noble dwarf royal family, but now, a group of dirty and lowly orcs have enslaved them.

This is a shame engraved in the blood!

The orcs must bear the anger of the dwarves! !

"Anakin has Master Warren. I believe they will not have any major problems. Has the other team contacted the dwarves of the Southern Bronze Hammer Tribe?" Rabiot turned his head and looked at Marcy with scorching eyes.

"No one can easily trample on the dignity of dwarves! I want these orcs to taste the wrath of dwarves!"

Seeing Rabiot's dazzling eyes, Marcy fell silent suddenly.

"Wang, the Bronze Hammer Tribe moved out two hundred years ago, we still need time to find..."

Hearing this answer, Rabiot couldn't help showing disappointed eyes. The Bronze Hammer tribe was the nearest dwarf tribe with as many as 50,000 people.

Dwarves are a fighting race with all soldiers. Every dwarf is a powerful heavy infantry and possesses great power.

Moreover, the Bronze Hammer tribe also has 3000 giant horn goat cavalry and 500 dwarf chariots, their strength is enough to start a large war.

If the Copperhammer tribe knew what happened to the Wildhammer tribe, Rabiot believed that the opponent would send a powerful army to declare to the world that the dwarves were inviolable.

Once the most powerful kingdom of the dwarves was destroyed by the abyssal demons hundreds of thousands of years ago, it was not until a hundred thousand years ago that the kingdom of the dwarves was re-established in the wild rock mountains adjacent to the storm sea.

After hundreds of thousands of years of dispersion, the main plane of Glory has been filled with the footprints of dwarves, and there are countless dwarves like the Wildhammer tribe.

The dwarf kingdom in the Wild Stone Mountains is too far away from them, even if it is sailing by boat, it takes nearly half a year to reach it, and there is no way to ask for help.

Therefore, Rabiot could only focus on the Bronze Hammer tribe next to them.

"The relocation of the Wildhammer tribe was so sudden, we even went to their premises a year after they relocated and left, and found that they had moved away."

Marcy explained, "But we didn't pay much attention to it at the time, and we gave up after searching for a while but not finding it.

Now I want to find them..." Before finishing speaking, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The dwarf tribe has a stinking problem, that is, although they are extremely united in the face of foreign enemies, the tribes of each surname do not look at each other.

Compared to mutual relations, they prefer to live underground to mine and forge weapons.

That's why they found out only one year after the other party moved out.

"Don't give up searching, the Bronze Hammer tribe is the only reinforcement at the moment, the other dwarven tribes are too far away", Rabiot shook his head, his eyes flashing a little thoughtful.

"At the same time, if Anakin and Master Warren cannot be contacted, send other dwarves to find allies.

You can't relax looking for the dwarf tribe, and you can't give up contacting allies.

We need the support of external forces. "

"Yes, my king" Marcy hammered his chest with his hands.

At this moment, a figure with a height of 2.2 blades walked in from outside the house.

That huge lion head explained the identity of the coming man, the lion clan, the king of the orc tribe.

The golden hair on the lion man is as mighty as a male lion, and he wears a half-length armor covered with dark patterns. At a glance, he knows that it is produced by a dwarf.

The two faint blue eyes were full of oppression, and the hands were not human hands, but the claws of wild beasts.

"The king of dwarves, next month we need you to forge 5000 sets of armor and 5000 weapons..."

The lingua franca of the glory of the orc king is very majestic, and the tone is unquestionable.

Massi looked at the orc king in front of him angrily, and roared, "greedy orc!! Impossible!!

The dwarf tribe does not have such a strong forging ability. The 3000 sets of armor forged this month have been forged by the dwarf tribe with all the ore in stock!

2000 sets, up to 2000 sets! ! And the weapon can only provide 1000 handles! "

Karp Lion shook his head sarcastically.

"Dwarf, this is not a discussion with you, this is an order!"

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the dwarf king Rabiot, who was wearing a black feather coat, even though he was a slave, he was still extraordinary.

"The king of the dwarves, I hope you can recognize the facts. The dwarves are now my slaves. If you seem to be treated better, try to cooperate."

After speaking, he gave Rabiot a meaningful look.

"Don't think about any tricks under the eyelids of the orcs, Dwarf King, you are a wise man, I believe you will choose the right path."

After speaking, he waved his hand and turned to leave this dark and dilapidated thatched cottage.

Only two dwarves with extremely ugly expressions remained in the house.

Marcy fell silent after seeing this scene in vain.

The dwarves now have no room for resistance.

Rabiot suddenly lifted his black feather coat and threw it on the ground. The linen clothes inside were densely tied with dozens of Forbidden Magic chains.

A little coldness flashed in the eyes of Rabio, who had pale lips, but the dwarf king didn't speak much.

The weak will whine and complain helplessly, and the dwarves will repay the shame with blood.

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After the orc king Karp, who turned to leave, walked out of the house, he walked out of another house with a figure as tall as Karp, with a cruel and cold temperament, and at the same time killing him a bit.

His body was covered with mottled gray animal skins, his body's strong muscles covered with scars were faintly revealed as he walked, and a huge tail was swinging behind him.

Wild and primitive.

The head of the evil wolf on its head is frightening, its narrow green eyes are full of murderous intent, and the sharp fangs in its mouth carry fierceness.

This is the nobleman of the orcs, a powerful warrior race-the werewolf race.

"Wang, why don't you kill this dwarf king? His existence has caused us a huge hidden danger."

Craig Hunter's eyes are full of puzzlement. The dwarf king is the backbone of all dwarves. If the dwarf king is immortal, it is impossible for these dwarves to surrender to the great orcs.

"No, Craig, the dwarf king can't die, he can't die if anyone dies!" Karp turned his head, his eyes flashed with deep gaze.

"The reason the dwarves are so obedient is because their king is ordering them.

Dwarves are not humans, they never fear death, and don’t want to deal with dwarves the same way they deal with humans.

If something happens to the dwarf king, I swear to the great hunting god, the dwarf will resist desperately!

The end result can only be that we suffer huge losses and the dwarves are destroyed. "

As the king of the orc tribe, Karp can see clearly.

The stubborn character of the dwarves uses oppressive means to deal with it to no avail. They can only control their king and let the dwarf king give orders.

death? These guys who wished to bury themselves in the earth while they were still alive, with stones in their heads, didn't care.

Craig nodded and did not refute it. In terms of wisdom, Kapu, the owner of the Lion Tribe, never let him down.

"Craig, forge weapons and armor as soon as possible. We need to go out and plunder more food during the Winter Moon."

Karp has a solemn tone and a solemn expression.

"Our food can no longer support us through this winter."

Craig had a bit of anger in his eyes and roared, "Those **** human merchants have raised the price of food again!!

We can now trade a whole cowhide for a bag of wheat! !

These greedy and dirty human businessmen, it will take me a day to personally cut off their heads with a knife! ! "

Karp also looked a little ugly after hearing this. The barren wasteland was too poor and the food produced was extremely limited. A large number of orcs would starve to death every year in the cold winter.

In addition, humans have been banning the sale of food to orcs, which exacerbated this situation.

Therefore, in order to feed more people, the Lion Tribe has been secretly buying food from human smugglers.

But those greedy human merchants have reached the point of being frantic, and even exchanged a whole piece of Warcraft fur for a bag of wheat worth a few silver Puke.

He knew that in the human world, a piece of Warcraft fur can at least exchange dozens of bags of wheat.

But the frontier would be blocked by humans after the Winter Moon. Without the army sent by the orc kings, they would not be able to break through the blockade of the human army, even if they could be called a big tribe.

Therefore, if he wants to get more food, he can only exchange for food with the beast fur or other materials obtained by the lion tribe hunting from the human merchants who are not afraid of death.

These things are useless in their hands, it is better to exchange for some food.

"The secret warehouse used by the dwarf tribe to store food that we newly discovered yesterday is finished. How much food is stored in it?"

Suddenly remembered something, Karp asked with some expectation.

"King, the food of the dwarf tribe can only be consumed by three thousand people in a month", Marcy shook his head and completely interrupted Karp's fantasy.

The lion tribe has a total of 15,000 people, and this bit of food is what they consume for a few days.

Orcs, like dwarves, are all-soldier races, so they can easily draw out an army of tens of thousands.

"How much food do we have in total now?"

"After plundering the dwarves, enough for the tribe to eat for two months"

Two months? ?

Karp took a deep breath, only feeling a big rock pressed against his heart.

It's August, it's time to store food, but this year I don't know why, the herd on the barren wasteland is much less, and their hunting teams often return without success.

There was no hunting for meat, and there was no fur to trade with human merchants. In previous years, at this time, they could often store food for three months or even four months, but this year they have harvested a chat.

Now they can store food for two months. This is the situation after they plundered the dwarves and obtained a lot of food supplements.

This year's food scarcity made him feel a huge crisis.

The Winter Moon was right in front of him, and he didn't want to see his tribe being buried for lack of food.

"Increase hunting and send more people. We need food..." The Orc King's tone was low.

As a powerful fighter at level 18, Karp couldn't meet the most basic food needs of his people, and he was very painful in his heart.

"I don't want to see the old man and the wounded soldier walk into the wasteland alone again this winter..."

In the winter of the moon, walking into the wasteland alone in the ice and snow, besides looking for death, what other reasons can there be? ?

Craig's huge wolf head turned slightly to look at the clouds above the valley, his eyes dim.

No one wants their people to die because of lack of food, but this is the rule of barren wasteland survival.

Food is always small. If you want to survive, you can only fight for it. If you can't get it, you can only leave the last food to the most powerful warrior of the tribe.

Because they are the guarantee for the continuation of the entire tribe.

Cruel and helpless.

But this is the survival of the race, and there is no truth to it.

This is also the reason why the orcs will plunder humans every Winter Moon. This is to fight for the right to survive. It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, good or evil, just to survive, nothing more.

"In addition, try to contact as many human merchants who can buy food. If you have to, you can sell some weapons forged by dwarves in exchange for food..."

Karp's tone is heavy. The orc tribe lacks not only food, but also everything, such as weapons, armor, salt, iron, etc.

Orcs who don't know how to wait for farming or develop industry have always lived a primitive and ancient life.

Craig opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it after seeing the pain in Karp's eyes.

The weapons forged by the dwarves are also very important to the current lion tribe, because now only one-third of the tribe’s army is wearing armor and holding iron weapons.

Most of the rest were draped in simple leather armor sewn with rhino leather, and the weapons on his hands were made of wooden sticks and the leg bones of monsters.

Primitive and backward.

On the barren wasteland, force is the only criterion for survival~www.readwn.com~ But the lack of food is like a demon under the shadow, which may swallow them at any time.

Every decision is extremely difficult.

"Yes, king"

"Go down, take care of the king of the dwarves, as long as this dwarf does not have any problems, the dwarf tribe will not be messed up."

"As you wish"

Karp just clenched his fists with his hands, his sharp sharp grasps drew cold light, and scratched his palms.

Blood is dripping.

The powerful aura of the lion-man king made the orcs and dwarves passing by for a while.

Looking deep at the top of the smoky valley, there is the king of a tribe in his eyes, who shoulders the responsibility for the continuation of the tribe.

"No one can stop the Lion Tribe from surviving, no!!"