The wheel of history rolls forward, and all living beings are destined to be the dust of history.
Those heroes who have left their names in history are the bright stars dotted in the long river of history.
But no one can tell whether heroes change history or history creates heroes.
Early summer, year 789 of the human race's bright calendar.
The Orlando Mountains under the setting sun are shrouded in a hazy blood color.
The setting sun is like blood, the mountains are undulating, the ancient trees are green, and from time to time, the roar of beasts breaks through the towering mountains and reaches into the sky.
The Orlando Mountains, which stretch for nearly a thousand kilometers, separate the human Isaac Kingdom from the orc wasteland.
On the side of the Orlando Mountains close to the human race, a fierce battle was taking place in a valley covered by dense forests.
The fighting party was an orc wearing simple leather armor and covered with light golden fluff. The long golden hair and the iconic face shape of the broad nose are exactly the lion-men among the orcs.
Judging from the size, this is just a young lion. Even so, the young body is full of explosive power, launching ferocious attacks on his opponents again and again.
The other party in the fight was a thin human boy, only about ten years old in stature, and a full size smaller than the lion boy.
The human boy was barefoot, his rough leather armor that didn't fit completely was stained with mud, and his face was obscured by his long, messy black hair.
The fight between the two teenagers was by no means exciting, but it was intense enough.
The lion boy's fists were waving with a layer of faint golden light. There was only one step left. As long as the light was completely formed, he would officially enter the ranks of warriors and become a first-level orc warrior.
Even though he was not officially an orc warrior, he still made a slight popping sound when he swung his fist, creating a half-foot-deep crater on the ground. His attacks are consistent and smooth, and his punches and kicks are also precise, just like a set of orc martial arts.
The human boy he was fighting was extremely embarrassed. He was dodging most of the time, and his occasional counterattacks were random and unstructured strikes. Fortunately, his movements are extremely flexible, jumping, rolling and even crotching. Although he is embarrassed, he can always dodge the lion boy's heavy blows at critical moments. Occasionally, there were attacks that couldn't be avoided, but he still used the strongest parts of his body, such as his arms and back, to resist them. Even if he is knocked down, he can get up quickly and never let the lion man's heavy blows hit him continuously.
Although the lion boy's attacks were fierce, he was never able to completely knock down his thin opponent, and the fight continued.
There were more than a dozen young orcs surrounding the two people, including werewolves with green faces and fangs, tauren with short horns, and strong bear men. Without exception, they all stood on the side of the lion boy and shouted loudly. cheering for him.
There were simple animal skin tents set up around it, and a thick wooden fence was erected around it. Orc guards in twos and threes glanced here from time to time. This was clearly an orc camp.
However, this orc camp is a little too close to the human border.
After being unable to attack for a long time, the shouts of other orcs aroused the ferocity of the lion man boy. He roared and crashed into the human boy without sacrificing his life.
Facing this violent impact, the human boy took the initiative to fall on his back before the two bodies collided, and then rolled quickly to escape.
The lion-man boy charged up and hit the air, and couldn't help roaring, "Arthur, you bastard, you have the guts to fight me head-on!"
"Okay, I won't hide next time." The human boy named Arthur had quickly stood up from the ground, but unexpectedly agreed.
"I'm going to break your ribs!" A pale golden light flickered on the lion boy's fist. He jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Arthur in the air.
Just when the lion boy's fist was about to hit Arthur's head, Arthur suddenly raised his head, and the black hair that had been covering his face parted, revealing a pair of bright eyes and a sly smile on the corner of his mouth. A handful of dirt mixed with gravel flew towards the lion boy's face.
The lion boy subconsciously closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands.
Arthur took the opportunity to pounce forward, lowered his head and hit the lion boy's soft abdomen with all his strength, knocking him to the ground.
Without giving the lion boy any chance, Arthur immediately rode on the lion boy, raised his fist and punched him in the face.
The surrounding orc boys were in an uproar, shouting and insulting Arthur, but no one came forward to help. In the tradition of the orcs, no one is allowed to help in a single decisive battle, otherwise they will be cowards and weaklings.
The lion boy who fell to the ground roared loudly, and the pale golden light on his body flashed away, sending Arthur flying away.
The lion-man boy stood up from the ground in an unusually embarrassed state. His leather armor was crooked, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth. "You despicable human being, I'm going to tear you apart!"
The lion boy's eyes began to turn blood red, the hair on his body grew rapidly, and his sharp nails protruded. His aura was rising steadily, and he was about to enter a state of madness.
"Leon, stop!" A sharp shout suddenly sounded.
Following this sharp shout, the rising momentum of the young lion man suddenly weakened, and his eyes returned to their original color.
A lioness in a gorgeous robe slowly walked out of the tents in the camp.
Lion women do not have the iconic long hair and lush body hair of male orcs, and their faces are softer. This lioness who walked out of the camp was considered a beautiful young woman even by human standards, and she naturally exuded a noble temperament when she walked.
Behind the lioness were two orc guards, one was a tall and strong tauren, and the other was a graceful female leopard man. They are all true orc warriors, exuding a powerful aura.
The orc boys who were watching bowed respectfully to the lioness.
"Mother, he's cheating!" Leon, the young lion man, pouted, stepped forward and grabbed the lion woman's arm and shook her coquettishly. Just like all wronged children in front of their mothers, they were completely lost in the fight just now. ferocious.
"Master." The human boy Arthur lowered his head.
The lioness had a straight face and threw away Leon's arm, "Leon, remember, there is only one ultimate goal in despicability and light without means on the battlefield, and that is to kill your opponent, the winner Be the king!"
"But mother, a real orc hero must defeat his opponent head-on." Leon was still a little unconvinced.
"Leon, you must understand now that if you want to become a hero, you must first surrender at all costs.