The wheels of history roll on inexorably, and the countless lives of ordinary people are destined to be the dust of history.

Those heroes who left their names in history are like brilliant stars that adorn the long river of history.

But no one can tell for sure, whether it is the heroes who changed history, or history that created the heroes.

It was the early summer of the year 789 in the Bright Calendar of the human race.

The Orlando Mountains, under the setting sun, were shrouded in a hazy blood-red hue.

The sun was like blood, the mountains were undulating, the ancient trees were verdant, and from time to time, beast roars broke through the towering mountains and pierced the sky.

The Orlando Mountains, stretching for nearly a thousand kilometers, separated the human kingdom of Isaac from the beast wasteland.

On the side of the Orlando Mountains close to the human race, a valley hidden by a dense forest was the scene of a fierce fight.

One of the fighters was a beastman wearing simple leather armor, covered with faint golden fur. His long golden hair and broad nose-mouth characteristic face shape marked him as one of the lion people among the beastmen.

Judging by his size, he was still only a young lion. Even so, his small body was full of explosive power, launching one fierce attack after another at his opponent.

The other fighter was a skinny human boy, who looked only about ten years old or so, and was much smaller than the lion boy.

The human boy was barefoot, his ill-fitting rough leather armor was covered with dirt, and his messy black hair covered his face.

The fight between the two boys was not spectacular, but it was intense enough.

The lion boy's fists glowed with a faint golden light that was barely visible. He was only one step away from becoming a martial artist. As soon as the light became solid, he would officially enter the ranks of martial artists and become a first-level beastman warrior.

Even though he had not officially become a beastman warrior, his fists made slight explosions when they swung, and they hit the ground with half a foot deep pits. His attacks were smooth and coherent, and his punches and kicks were also well-executed, apparently a set of beastman martial arts.

The human boy who faced him was in a desperate situation. He mostly tried to evade his opponent's attacks, but his rare strikes were futile and unskilled. Luckily, he was swift and daring enough to leap, roll and even sneak under the lion boy's crotch in a pinch. He was clumsy but somehow managed to dodge the lion boy's heavy blows at crucial moments. He also used his arms, back and other solid parts of his body to hold his own against the hits that he couldn't avoid.Even if he was knocked down, he could quickly get up and not let the lion boy's heavy blows hit him continuously.

The lion boy's attack was fierce, but he couldn't knock down his skinny opponent completely. The fight continued.

Around them, there were more than a dozen young beastmen, wolfmen with green faces and fangs, minotaurs with short horns, bear men with muscular bodies. They all stood on the side of the lion boy, cheering loudly for him.

There were simple tents made of animal skins around them, surrounded by a circle of wooden fences. Beastmen guards looked over here from time to time. This was clearly a beastmen camp.

But this beast camp was too close to the human border.

Unable to break through, the cheers of the other beastmen aroused the lion boy's ferocity. He roared and charged at the human boy.

The human boy faced the violent impact and fell back on purpose before their bodies collided. Then he rolled away quickly and dodged.

The lion boy missed his strike and roared angrily, "Arthur, you bastard, fight me face to face!"

"Fine, I won't dodge next time." The human boy named Arthur quickly got up from the ground and surprisingly agreed.

"I'll break your ribs!" A pale golden light flickered on the lion boy's fist as he leaped up from the ground and pounced on Arthur.

Just as the lion boy's fist was about to hit Arthur's head, Arthur suddenly lifted his head and parted his black hair that covered his face, revealing a pair of bright eyes and a cunning smile on his lips. He threw a handful of dirt mixed with pebbles at the lion boy's face.

The lion boy instinctively closed his eyes and used his hands to block his face.

Arthur seized the opportunity and lunged forward, lowering his head and using all his strength to ram into the lion boy's soft abdomen, knocking him over to the ground.

Without giving the lion boy any chance, Arthur mounted on him and swung his fist at his face.

The beastman boys who were watching around were in an uproar, shouting angrily and cursing Arthur for being despicable, but none of them came forward to help. In the beastman tradition, a single duel did not allow anyone to interfere, otherwise they would be cowards and weaklings.

The young lion-man fell to the ground and roared, a faint golden light flashed over his body and sent Arthur flying away.

The young lion-man looked extremely disheveled as he stood up from the ground. His leather armor was crooked, his face was bruised and bloody at the corner of his mouth. "You despicable human, I will tear you apart!"

The young lion-man's eyes began to turn blood-red, his fur grew rapidly, his claws protruded, and his aura rose steadily. He was about to enter a berserk state.

"Leon, stop!" A loud shout suddenly resounded.

With that voice, the young lion-man's rising aura wilted down, and his eyes returned to their normal color.

A female lion-man in a gorgeous robe walked out slowly from the tents in the camp.

The women of the lion tribe do not have the iconic long hair and lush body hair of the male beastmen, and their faces are also more gentle. This female lioness who walked out of the camp is a beautiful young woman even by human standards, and she exudes a noble temperament naturally as she walks.

Behind the female lioness are two beastmen guards, one is a tall and strong bull-headed man, and the other is a graceful female leopard. They are both true beastmen warriors, emitting powerful auras.

The beastmen youths who were watching respectfully bowed to the female lioness.

"Mother, he cheated!" Leon, the young lionkin, pouted and grabbed the lioness's arm, shaking it and whiningly like any aggrieved child in front of his mother. He had completely lost the fierceness he had shown in the fight just now.

"Master." Arthur, the human boy, bowed his head.

The lioness frowned and shook off Leon's arm. "Leon, you have to remember, there is no such thing as dirty or fair means on the battlefield. The only goal is to kill your opponent and emerge victorious!"

"But mother, a true orc hero must defeat his opponent face to face." Leon was still unconvinced.

"Leon, you must understand now that if you want to be a hero, you have to do whatever it takes to survive first. Don't be foolish like your father!"

Leon was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "I understand, mother."

The lioness woman walked up to Arthur and showed him a smile, despite her sternness towards her son. She caressed his head affectionately and said, "Arthur, you did very well. Starting from tomorrow, Shala will officially teach you the beastman martial arts. Now, go have some food."

"Thank you, master." Arthur looked up and grinned brightly. He bowed to the lioness woman and the leopard woman guard Shala behind her, then ran towards the camp under the angry gazes of many beastman youths.

"Go on, you too. You can only grow into real beastman warriors if you eat well. From tomorrow on, you will all follow Hesen to learn."

"Yes, madam." The minotaur guard bent his waist slightly to the lioness woman.

The beastman youths cheered and then ran towards the camp with Leon in the lead, forgetting their minor defeat in an instant.

The lioness woman moved her gaze away from the beastman youths and turned to the distant forest and rolling mountains, with deep worry on her face.