The First Age, 6825, the age of elves and orcs.
Under a gray sky, a light rain fell, soaking the branches and leaves of the mountain bushes. Rainwater flowed over the gravel and fallen leaves. When you stepped on the ground, a small splash of water would be created.
Huh....Huh....Huh...
The two children ran breathlessly in the forest in the rain. The dense branches and bushes concealed their figures well, and the flowing rain also took away the inconspicuous traces.
In order to avoid unknown pursuers behind them, they chose to walk in places with dense bushes and woods, and were very careful to step on fallen leaves or stones instead of directly on muddy soil to avoid leaving footprints.
After walking for several kilometers, the two finally slowed down due to exhaustion, and finally hid in the bushes and leaves under a big tree.
Leaning on the slippery stone, the cold rain seeped into the clothes from the neck and chest, flowing through the body, making people feel cold and uncomfortable.
"Senna... huh... are you okay... huh..." the boy asked the sister beside him while panting. He looked about 16-17 years old and a little thin, and the girl next to him was even thinner.
"Huh...Huh...I'm okay." The girl was also panting. Her little face was pale and there was almost no blood on her face where the rain had flowed.
"That's good." The boy felt relieved for the moment, lying on the rock and looking at the sky with drizzle. His anxiety and panic finally settled down a little.
The two were children living in a nearby human village. They were young and usually helped the adults with odd jobs, such as weaving, collecting firewood, and looking after the livestock. Occasionally, when they were not busy, they would go to the surrounding mountains to play with a few friends of the same age.
That is why they are very familiar with the mountains, so they can move quickly in the rain without getting lost or falling.
The young man sighed, "I never thought that the place where they usually played could save their lives at a critical moment."
Humans in this era were very weak. They often lived in remote mountains or narrow caves to avoid contact with orcs from the outside world.
In today's world, three powerful elven tribes have established three powerful elven kingdoms around the World Tree. However, they show little interest in the outside world, establishing barriers at the borders to prevent unauthorized access. Only a small number of elves travel the world as rangers and travelers. These elves are often highly skilled and adept at handling various situations.
Beyond the realm ruled by the elves, the vast plains, mountains, and seas are ruled by orcs. Some herd horses, some soar, and some roam the seas, occupying vast tracts of land. Although they are far less numerous than the elves in terms of high-level transcendents, they still possess formidable power.
The small mountain village where the two children live is located in a remote mountain area within the orc territory.
In the past, orcs rarely paid attention to this small village deep in the mountains. After all, the roads were difficult to travel and there was nothing valuable there, so the place was relatively peaceful. Unless you were unlucky enough to run into an orc, you would either be toyed with and killed by them, or they would be chasing bigger prey and ignore you. Otherwise, few could escape the orcs' pursuit.
Their physique and sense of smell are significantly stronger than humans, and their extraordinary strength is also mostly stronger than humans. A single adult orc can easily deal with 3-4 humans. Moreover, many humans are not well-nourished, making it even more difficult for them to fight against orcs.
In this situation, human villages are like snacks after hunting in the eyes of these orcs. They come over occasionally to take a handful to see if they have accumulated any good things, and then they smash and abuse them wantonly to relax.
Faced with such a situation, humans dared not speak out and could only hide and migrate to deeper mountains and more remote lands.
But even this situation is difficult to maintain now.
For unknown reasons, the climate has been colder in recent years, almost like an ice age, with temperatures dropping significantly. Harvests have been poor in many areas, and this poor harvest has spread across the continent and among every tribe. Consequently, food and grain are becoming increasingly scarce.
The image of humans, who were previously ignored by the orcs, gradually became worse. In the eyes of some orcs, humans were just rats in the mountains, always doing sneaky things. They might even steal their own food and waste other food.
With such thoughts and ideas, some orc tribes began to expel the surrounding human villages, and some even took up axes and chopped down the animals one by one, taking them back and scraping and smoking the meat like other prey.
This morning, the village where these two children lived encountered such a situation. Fortunately, one of them was smart enough to see that something was wrong and took advantage of the chaos to escape with his sister.
"Brother, do you think Uncle Tonglei and the others will be okay?" After resting for a while, the younger sister gradually recovered some strength and began to worry about the situation in the village.
The boy was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Although he felt very uneasy, he didn't want his sister to be so frightened. Tong Lei was the best and strongest hunter in the village, and the idol of many children. His presence always brought people a sense of security.
The two children hid in the cold and lonely mountains until the next day, when they carefully returned to check the situation.
The two were very hungry at this time and hoped to find some familiar adults in the village or get some food.
But when the two arrived at the village, all that was left was a gray and black ruin.
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