The Legend of Berland

The wheels of history are rolling forward, and all sentient beings are destined to be the dust of history.

Those heroes whose names have been left in history are the bright stars dotted in the long river of history.

It's just that no one can tell whether heroes have changed history, or history has created heroes?

The first summer of the 789th year of the Guangming calendar of the human race.

The Orlando Mountains under the sunset are covered with a layer of hazy blood.

The setting sun is like blood, the mountains are undulating, and the ancient trees are pale. Froar from time to time, the roar of beasts breaks through the towering mountains through the sky.

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

On the side of the Orlando Mountains near the human race, a fierce battle is taking place in a densely forested valley.

The side of the fight is an orc dressed in simple leather armor and covered with light golden fluff. The iconic face of a long golden hair and a wide nose is the lion clan among the orcs.

Looking at the size, it is just a young lion. Even so, the young body is full of explosive power, launching fierce attacks at his opponent again and again.

On the other side of the fight, there is a thin human teenager, who is only about ten years old, which is a circle smaller than the lion teenager.

The human teenager was barefoot, covered with dirt on his completely incompatible rough leather armor, and his messy long black hair blocked his face.

The fight between the two teenagers is by no means exciting, but it is fierce enough.

When the lion boy waved his fists with a layer of pale golden light, he was just one step away. As long as the light was completely fixed, he would officially enter the ranks of martial arts and become a first-class orc warrior.

Even before he officially became an orc warrior, he waved his fist and made a slight explosion sound, hitting the ground with a half-foot-deep pit. His attack is coherent and smooth, and his fists and kicks are also at a glance, which is like a set of orc martial arts.

The human teenager who fought with him was extremely embarrassed. Most of the time, he was blindly dodging, and the occasional counterattack was also a random attack without rules. Fortunately, his movements are extremely flexible, jumping, tumbling and even drilling his crotch. Although he is embarrassed, he can always dodge the heavy blow of the Lionman teenager at the critical moment. Occasionally, there are attacks that cannot be avoided, and they are also carried down with the strongest parts of the body such as arms and back. Even if you are knocked down, you can get up quickly at the first time, and never let the heavy blow of the lion boy hit you continuously.

Although the lion teenager's attack was fierce, he could not completely knock down his thin opponent, and the struggle has been going on.

The two were also surrounded by more than a dozen young orcs, such as werewolves with blue faces and fangs, bullheads with short horns, and strong bears. Without exception, they all stood on the side of the lion boy and cheered loudly for him.

There are simple animal skin tents around, and a circle of coarse wooden fences are erected around it. Two orc guards look at this side from time to time. This is obviously an orc camp.

However, this orc camp is a little too close to the boundary of human beings.

After not being able to attack for a long time, the shouts of other orcs aroused the fierceness of the lion boy. He roared and ran into the human teenager.

In the face of this violent impact, the human teenager took the initiative to fall on his back before the bodies of the two sides collided, and then rolled quickly to escape.

The lion teenager hit the air with one blow and couldn't help roaring, "Arthur, you bastard, you have a kind of fighting head-on with me!"

"Okay, I won't hide next time." The human teenager called Arthur had quickly turned over from the ground and stood up, but unexpectedly agreed.

"I want to discount your ribs!" The pale golden light flashed on the fist of the lion boy. He jumped up from the ground and rushed to Arthur in the air.

When the lion boy's fist was about to hit Arthur's head, Arthur suddenly raised his head and separated the black hair that had been blocking his face, revealing a pair of bright eyes and a sly smile on the corners of his mouth. A piece of dirt mixed with gravel rose to the face of the lion teenager.

The lion teenager subconsciously closed his eyes and covered his face with his hand.

Arthur took the opportunity to rush forward, bowed his head and hit the lion teenager's soft abdomen with all his strength, knocking him head-on the ground.

Without giving the Lion Boy any chance, Arthur rode on the Lion Boy and raised his fist to hit him in the face.

The orc teenagers around were in an uproar, roaring loudly and insulting Arthur for his despicableness, but no one came forward to help. In the tradition of orcs, no one is allowed to help in a separate decisive battle, otherwise it is a coward and a soft egg.

The lion teenager who fell to the ground roared, and the pale golden light on his body flashed away, lifting Arthur out.

The lion teenager who stood up from the ground was extremely embarrassed. His leather armor was crooked, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with blood. "You despicable human, I'm going to tear you apart!"

The eyes of the lion teenager began to turn blood red, the hair on his body grew rapidly, his sharp nails protruded, and his momentum rose and more, unexpectedly he was about to enter a state of madness.

"Leon, stop!" A harsh shout suddenly sounded.

With this harsh shout, the rising momentum of the young lion man suddenly withered, and his eyes returned to their original color.

A lioness in a gorgeous robe slowly came out of the tent in the camp.

The women of the lions do not have the iconic long hair and lush body hair of male orcs, and their faces are softer. This lioness who came out of the camp was a young woman at the level of beauty even with the aesthetics of the human race, and naturally brought out a noble temperament while walking.

The lioness was followed by two orcs, one was a tall and strong minota, and the other was a graceful female leopard man. They are all real orc warriors, exuding a powerful breath.

The orc teenagers onlookers bowed down to the lioness one after another.

"Mother, he's cheating!" Leon, the lion boy, pouted and came forward to grab the lioness's arm and shook it coquettishly. Just like all the wronged children in front of their mother, they were completely not as fierce in the fight just now.

"Master." Arthur, a human teenager, lowered his head.

The lioness raised her face and shook off Leon's arm. "Leon, remember that there is only one ultimate purpose for despicableness and light without means on the battlefield, that is, to kill your opponent, and the winner is the king!"

"But mother, the real orc hero must defeat his opponent head-on." Leon is still a little unconvinced.

"Leon, you must now understand that if you want to be a hero, you must first make yourself survive at all costs, and don't be as stupid as your father!"

Leon was stunned at first, and then lowered his head, "I see, mother."

The lioness walked to Arthur. Facing her son's harshness, the lioness smiled at Arthur and rubbed his head caressingly, "Arthur, you have done a good job. From tomorrow, Shara will officially teach you orc martial arts. Now, let's go to dinner."

"Thank you, master." Arthur raised his head with a bright smile on his face. He saluted the lioness and the leopard female escort Shila behind her, and then ran to the camp with the angry eyes of many orc teenagers.

"Go ahead, you go too. Only when you are full can you grow into a real orc warrior. From tomorrow on, you will all learn from Hesse."

"Yes, madam." The ox-headed man's bodyguard bent down slightly to the lioness.

The orc teenagers cheered, and then all them, led by Leon, ran into the camp with joy. The small defeat was left behind in an instant.

The lioness looked away from the orc teenagers and turned to the mountains and forests and rolling mountains in the distance, with deep worry on her face.