Chapter 383: Ten Generations of Vengeance

Where the holy light covers, there will also be darkness.

In a small border town in Ryan, a ragged and skinny orc was tied up in a dungeon.

Normally, the Ryan people are not allowed to interrogate people, but these are orcs. In the Ryan Empire, orcs are not considered human beings. All laws are based on the premise that humans are supreme.

In addition, Ryan had fought several battles with the orcs, so the sudden appearance of this orc in the desert seemed very suspicious.

Even though he was so thin that his bones were visible, and had almost been dried up by the sun when he was found, he was still sent to the dungeon.

We must find out where this orc came from and what he is doing in the desert.

If we can extract some valuable information, it would be a great achievement.

Now, the Ryan people who have just surrendered in the desert are eager to make achievements.

Most of the people in these cities that had just joined Ryan were desert natives. According to Ryan's previous rules, they should have strengthened their education so that these desert people could become Ryan people as soon as possible.

But Ryan has had too many problems recently, and the Supreme Judgment in charge of educating the people has just been replaced.

The newly appointed Supreme Judge changed his previous relaxed approach and began to use extreme means to promote the teachings of the Lord of Dawn, so that these desert people were quite familiar with the prayers, but could only recite them verbally without much identification in their hearts.

But the superiors were anxious to see results, and endorsements alone were not enough, so they started a small-scale mutual "supervision" campaign. If anyone felt that someone else was not pious enough, they could report to the court, and naturally there would be priests of light to check whether you were a heretic or had rebellious intentions.

And the results are often true. The time is too short and many people just talk about it, and they may become fanatical believers all of a sudden.

As a result, after doing this a few times, these cities became chaotic and showed signs of instability.

Coupled with Ryan's defeat this time, many desert people even had the idea of ​​restoring the rule of the dwarves.

A riot broke out, but was quickly suppressed by Ryan.

If the Paladin Corps can't defeat the Githyanki, can't they defeat you rebels? The result is that the rebels were purged and all suppressed. Then it was a period of even greater fear for everyone. Now everyone can't wait to make merit and clear their suspicion first.

The orc is a good target. Just torture him and make him admit that he is an infiltrated spy, and then send him up to make merit.

From the small soldiers like them to the senior officials, everyone can share some of the credit. They cannot hope for any reward, but at least they can sleep peacefully for a few days without worrying about being reported to the court.

They caught the orc and whipped him a few times, but they didn't dare to continue. The orc looked too weak, and they were afraid that if they were not careful, they would whip him to death, which would reduce their credit by half.

One of the jailers said to his companion, "This orc is almost dead. How about giving him some water first?"

"Okay, I'll go get him some water, and you look through the man's luggage to see if there's any other information."

A jailer walked over and gave the skinny orc two sips of water. The orc, who seemed to be dying, finally calmed down and said weakly, "Meat, I want to eat meat."

But just after he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face. The jailer yelled, "You still want to eat meat?! I don't even dare to eat it every day! You, a prisoner, still want to eat meat? Not even moldy bread!"

The slaps made half of the orc's face swell up, but he did not cry out in pain. He just lowered his eyes, as if he did not dare to look the jailer in the eye.

The jailer, whose palms were sore from the beating, walked up to his companion and asked, "How is it, did you find anything good?"

"There's nothing here, just an empty water bag. I can't find a single copper coin. That's all I have."

A book wrapped tightly in oil paper was dug out. It was a thick book and looked like an ancient book with a long history.

"The title of this book... 'Introduction to the Prophecy Mage'? I seem to have heard of the prophecy mage. Is it a book about magic?"

The two jailers opened the ancient book and found that they could recognize half of the words when they were separated, but they could not understand them at all when they were put together, not to mention the dazzlingly complex patterns on the top. They felt dizzy after just a glance.

The orc who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up after seeing the book: "Put down the book. It is a treasure passed down from my family."

"A family heirloom? Can you orcs understand the contents of this book? You are as stupid as pigs."

"I know. He must have stolen it. He wanted to run away after stealing it, but he fainted in the desert due to lack of water. That must be it."

The two jailers convicted the orc in unison. In their opinion, the orc was a sure winner. However, due to their carelessness, they did not notice that the rope around the orc had loosened.

The orc's body seemed to have shrunk suddenly, and the noose on his hands and feet could be easily removed. He was just pretending to be tied up.

The two jailers ignored the advice and continued to flip through the ancient book.

There was a very slight tearing sound, and a crack appeared on a yellowed page of a book, almost occupying half of the page.

The two jailers were a bit embarrassed. These were stolen goods, and they would be scolded if they accidentally damaged them. However, they could frame the orc... While the idea was still brewing, the two jailers suddenly felt a darkness in front of their eyes.

The candle that was originally lit in the dungeon suddenly went out. When one of the jailers lit the candle again, he couldn't help but scream.

In the light of the fire, his companion's head and body had been separated, and the half-dead orc was lying on his companion's neck, biting him hard.

This orc is eating people.

The surviving jailer's legs went weak and he tried to turn around and leave, but he found that he seemed to be stuck in quicksand and was sinking further downwards.

Looking closely, he was constantly sinking into his own shadow until only his head was left.

In this way, he watched as most of his companions were eaten by the orcs, leaving only bloody skeletons.

The orc burped, and his originally shriveled body became full again. It was a perfect streamlined muscle. If he looked like this at the beginning, they would definitely not use ropes, but directly put handcuffs on him.

But it was too late to regret now. The orc with blood in his mouth walked up to the jailer and asked, "You said just now that you have heard of this name?"

"Name? What name? Please, don't kill me, I can take you out!" The jailer's desire to survive exploded, and now he was willing to do anything.

The orc shook his head and said, "I don't want to go out. I want to find the author of this book, the King of Elden. You know this name, right? Just now you said you have heard of the name of the Prophecy Mage."

"I tell you, can you survive?" asked the jailer.

The orc sneered, reached out, tore off his ear, and put it in his mouth to chew.

The jailer screamed in pain, trying to attract the attention of people outside, but for some reason, the sound seemed to be trapped in the cell and did not come out at all.

"Speak, or I will eat you. I guarantee you will live to see your own heart!" the orc threatened.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The jailer finally broke down and explained hastily: "The prophecy wizard I'm talking about is the one who exiled the entire Kingdom of Unholy Hymns, not the one in the book!"

The orc reached out and pinched his other ear, then asked, "What's his name?"

The jailer said quickly: "It seems to be called Ultraman. He is a lich, the number one undead on our Ryan's wanted list!"

"That's it? Do you know where he is?"

"I don't know, but he is definitely not here. Oh, he must have gone out to sea. After he exiled the Kingdom of Unholy Hymns, it became an ocean. He must have some purpose and must be on the sea now. If you go too late, you won't be able to find him. I can help you leave as quickly as possible without causing any trouble. I promise..."

But before the jailer could finish his words, the orc twisted his neck and tore off his other ear and stuffed it into his mouth.

After chewing the ear, the beastman wiped his hands carefully and put away the ancient book.

He did not lie, this ancient book was indeed passed down by his ancestors. However, it was not a treasure but a reminder for future generations to never forget the blood feud.

Many years ago, his family was prominent and was a famous noble family in the Orc Empire.

But later, they met the author of the book, a man who claimed to be a prophecy wizard. Not only was all the family property swindled away, but they were also set up by this man and clashed with the royal family.

The result was that all adult men in the family were beheaded, the women were used as military prostitutes, and the underage children were reduced to slaves.

Many years later, their family bloodline has almost been cut off. After almost ten generations, only the young orc in front of him is left.

He was originally a slave, until the Lion invasion, he charged forward as cannon fodder and actually cut off the heads of several Lion paladins. With this merit, he was able to restore his civilian status and restore his original name - Karl Gol Kruman.

The name means a strong and tough warrior, and Kargor Krugman has never lived up to the name.

On the day when the slave brand was washed off, Karlgore Kruman ran away. Born a slave, he had no good feelings towards the Orc Kingdom, and after the slave brand was washed off, his actions were no longer restricted.

Karl Gor Krugman takes this book, the only thing left in his family, and begins his clueless journey of revenge.

After gaining his freedom, Karlgol Kruman thought about looking for the "King of Elden". If he couldn't find him, he could find his descendants and wash away the shame of the past with blood.

He just didn't know where this person was, so Karl Gol Krugman chose to investigate as he walked.

As a legend who was promoted quietly, no one knew what his abilities were, and Karl Gol Kruman couldn't clearly explain what his abilities were. He only knew that he could control shadows.

He can turn his shadow into his weapon or even a part of his body, and this ability allows him to easily pass through the forest and leave the mountains.

It also allows him to move around Ryan's territory easily without being discovered by ordinary people.

But after arriving in the desert, Karl Gol Krugman was dumbfounded.

It was his first time traveling abroad and his first time seeing a desert. He never expected that he would walk for several days without seeing any water.

The golden color dazzled his eyes, and his body became weaker and weaker. If it weren't for the hunger and thirst he had long been accustomed to as a slave, he would have died in the desert long ago.

The two Ryan people were unlucky and brought him back, thinking they had picked up a bargain, but who would have thought they had picked up a demon.

Karl Gol Krugman put away the ancient book, and then said to himself: "The sea? I haven't seen it either, so let's go and see it."

Kargor Krugman's body slowly merged into the shadows and then disappeared completely.

(End of this chapter)