The wheel of history rolls forward, and the multitudes are destined to be the dust of history.
Those heroes and heroines who have left their names in history are the bright stars that dot the river of history.
It's just anyone's guess whether heroes change history or history creates heroes?
Early summer, year 789 of the Human Bright Calendar.
The Orlando Mountains at sunset were shrouded in a hazy blood color.
The sun is like blood, the mountains are undulating, the ancient trees are pale, from time to time there is the sound of the beast roar breaking through the towering mountains and penetrating the clouds.
The Orlando Mountains, which stretched for nearly a thousand kilometers, separated the human Kingdom of Isaac from the Orc Wasteland.
On the side of the Orlando Mountain Range near the Human Race, a fierce fight was being staged in a valley covered by a dense forest.
On one side of the struggle was an orc wearing simple leather armor covered in light golden fluff. With long blonde hair and an iconic face with a broad nose and sea mouth, it was none other than the lionman clan of orcs.
It was still only a lion cub in size, but even so the young body was full of explosive power, launching one ferocious lunge at his opponent.
The other side of the struggle was a skinny human teenager, looking at the figure of only about ten years old, his body size was a full circle smaller than the lion tribe teenager.
The human teenager was barefoot, his rough leather armor that didn't fit at all was caked with dirt, and his long, unkempt black hair blocked his face.
The fight between the two teens was by no means exciting, but it was intense enough.
The lionman boy's double fists swung with a layer if light golden light, just one step away, as long as the light was fully set, he would officially enter the ranks of martial artists and become a first class orc warrior.
Even if he had not formally become an orc warrior, his fists brought out a slight blasting sound when he swung them, hitting the ground and blasting out small craters half a foot deep. His attacks were coherent and smooth, and his swings and kicks were all in one piece, just like a set of orc martial arts.
On the other hand, the human teenager who fought with him was unusually lousy, mostly dodging, and the occasional counterattacks were also random strikes without any rules. The good thing is that his movements are exceptionally flexible, jumping, rolling and even crotch drilling, although woeful, but always in the critical moment to dodge the lion boy's heavy attack. Occasionally there were attacks that could not be dodged, but he also used the strongest parts of his body such as his arms and back to carry them down. Even if he was knocked down, he could quickly get up at the first time, never letting the lionman boy's heavy blows hit his body consecutively.
The wrestling continued as the lion-man teenager's attacks, though fierce, were never able to completely knock his skinny opponent down.
There was also a circle of more than a dozen teenage orcs around the two of them, green-faced fanged werewolves, minotaurs with short horns, and burly bears, and without exception they all stood on the side of the young lionman, shouting and cheering for him.
In the surrounding area, a simple animal skin tent was erected, a circle of thick wooden fence was erected around it, and three or two orc guards looked this way from time to time, which was clearly an orc camp.
However, this orc camp was a little too close to the human border.
Unable to attack for a long time, the cries of the other orcs aroused the ferocity of the lion man boy even more, and with a low roar, he slammed his body into the human boy.
The human teenager faced the onslaught and took the initiative to fall on his back before both bodies collided, then dodged out of the way with a quick tumble.
The lion-man teenager couldn't help but growl as he built up his strength to hit the air, "Arthur, you bastard, have the guts to fight me head on!"
"Yeah, I'll make sure not to duck next time." The human teenager called Arthur had quickly rolled over from the ground and stood up, but surprisingly agreed.
"I'm going to break your ribs!" Pale golden light flickered on the lionman boy's fist as he leapt up from the ground in one fell swoop and lunged at Arthur in the air.
As the lion-man teenager's fist was about to hit Arthur's head, Arthur suddenly raised his head hotly, and the black hair that had been blocking 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 was raised towards the lion-man teen's face.
The lion-man teenager subconsciously closed his eyes and used his hands to shield his face.
Arthur took advantage of the opportunity to lunge forward, and with a low slam of his head and all his strength, he headbutted the soft belly of the lion-man boy, knocking him headfirst to the ground.
Not giving the lion man boy any chance, Arthur mounted him in a flash and swung his fist up to pummel him in the face.
The orc teens gathered around were in an uproar, roaring and abusing Arthur for being despicable, but none of them came forward to help. In the tradition of the orcs, a solo duel does not allow anyone to help, otherwise they are cowards and softies.
The fallen lion-man boy let out a roar, and a light golden glow flickered from his body, lifting Arthur off the ground in one fell swoop.
Standing up from the ground, the lionman teenager was unusually wretched, his leather armor was askew, his nose was bruised and swollen, and there was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, "You despicable human, I'm going to tear you apart!"
The lionman boy's eyes began to become blood red, the hair on his body grew rapidly, his sharp nails poked out, and his aura rose in intensity, actually going into a state of berserkness.
"Leon, stop!" A stern voice suddenly rang out.
With this stern cry, the rising aura of the teenage lion man shriveled up at once, and his eyes returned to their original color.
A lioness in ornate robes slowly walked out from between the tents within the camp.
Lion women do not have the iconic long hair and lush body hair of male orcs, and their faces are softer. This from the camp out of the female lioness even with the human aesthetic is also considered a beauty level young woman, and walking naturally bring out a noble temperament.
The lioness was followed closely by two orc guards, one was a tall and strong minotaur, and the other was a shapely female panther. They were both true orc warriors with powerful auras emanating from their bodies.
The orc teens gathered around bowed respectfully to the lioness.
"Mother, he's cheating!" Lionman teenager Leon pouted his lips, stepping forward to grab the lioness's arm and shaking and pouting, just like all aggrieved children in front of their mothers, completely devoid of the fierceness from the struggle just now.
"Master." Arthur, the human teenager, then bowed his head.
For her part, the Lioness grimaced and shook off Leon's arm, "Leon, remember, there are no mean or bright means on the battlefield, there is only one ultimate goal, and that is to kill your opponent, and the winner is the king!"
"But mother, a true orc hero must defeat his opponent head on." Leon was still a bit unconvinced.
"Leon, you have to realize right now that to be a hero you first have to do whatever it takes to keep yourself alive and not be stupid like your father!"
Leon froze, then lowered his head, "I understand, mother."
The Lioness walked up to Arthur, facing her son sternly the Lioness but gave Arthur a small smile and rubbed his head lovingly, "Arthur, you have done well, from tomorrow onwards you will be formally taught Orc Martial Arts by Shara. Now, go and eat."
"Thank you, Master." Arthur tilted his head back, a wide grin on his face, and gave a bow to the lioness and to Shara, the leopard woman escort behind her, respectively, before running off to the camp amidst the angry stares of the many orc teens.
"Go on, you too, you can only grow into true orc warriors if you are well fed, and all of you will be studying with Hessen starting tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am." The minotaur guard bent slightly to the lioness.
The orc teens cheered, and then with Leon at the head they all ran towards the camp, the small loss just now instantly behind them.
The lioness averted her gaze from the orc teens and turned to the distant hills and rolling mountains, but with deep concern on her face.