Because Dongfang Long knew that if these people rushed forward, Tangtang and the others, as well as Dongfang Chen, would all be in trouble. The orcs of the Turtle Tribe had a great hatred for the Tiger Tribe, and after turning into beasts, the road ahead would lead to the Tiger Tribe's city.
Dongfang Long became fierce, and the surrounding orcs were similarly determined. "These races aren't afraid of death, and we're not cowards either. Kill them! Kill these heartless bastards and protect our homeland!"
Upon hearing this, all the orcs immediately transformed into their beast forms and began tearing at the human rebels and turtle orcs. Blood stained the ground, and the ground began to tremble.
Those who took those medicines were temporarily transformed into monsters similar to zombies, feeling no pain... only hatred, a hatred to kill the orc. It started to rain.
The heavy rain poured down on the beastmen and human rebels, as if the heavens were weeping for these brothers who were born of the same mother. They were all ostracized and became enemies because some humans could transform into beastmen while others could not.
The hatred of the human rebels can be described as resentment; every single one of them harbors a deep-seated hatred for the orcs, wishing they could kill everyone. This memory is etched in the minds of every member of this race.
[This race is inferior. Crawl down and move like a dog.] [Wow, the meat of this race is really good, much better than that of these wild beasts.]
"Brothers... why are you our brothers? I don't have any brothers like you. I am a high and mighty orc, and you are a lowly race. Do you know what a race is? It's that when we are hungry and have no food, you can still be our food."
[Kill them! Amazing... The tiger killed these people, so amazing... Killed these people, so wonderful...] Countless thoughts flashed through the minds of these people.
After becoming human, their former brothers and friends turned on them one by one. After becoming human, they had long lost the right to live. Their former brothers and relatives treated them as slaves. And slaves were somewhat better off than some people who treated them as food.
In winter, when there was no other food, they were a reserve food source. The screams that came out of the mouths of these human rebels were like those of wild beasts as they killed these orcs.
Even if they die, they will perish together with these orcs. They will kill these orcs and perish together with them. "Ahhh..." At that moment, the voices of the human rebels were no longer human voices, but the roars of wild beasts.
It was a kind of despair, a kind of hatred, accompanied by destructive cries. At that moment, it seemed as if they wanted to perish together with everyone. The rain fell heavily, and the rebel army, without weapons, used their teeth to tear apart the wild beasts, biting off pieces of their flesh.
Even with his arm broken and his hand chopped off, the hatred and the effects of the drugs at that moment still drove him to bite back. The rain kept falling, and blood and flesh were everywhere.
The surrounding orcs, though horrified by what they saw, were driven by a desire to protect their families. They fought recklessly, transforming into demons themselves, determined to devour the humans who had already turned into monsters.
The torrential rain pelted the ground, and the tearing apart of beasts and humans was also a tearing apart of hatred. The orcs of the tortoise tribe, transformed into wild beasts, had ingested zombie-like drugs, determined to perish alongside the other orcs—wasn't that also driven by hatred?
This battle was never going to end from the very beginning; it was a fight to the death. Dongfang Long pressed the giant tortoise to the ground, grabbed it, and slammed it against the tortoise, wrapping his body around its shell, leaving tear-like marks on the shell.
The giant tortoise's eyes were murky with hatred. He remembered what happened back then. When the dragon tribe was defeated, the tortoise tribe also became the target of the orcs. He witnessed his father, his grandfather, and his people.
Those orcs ripped the tortoise shell off while it was still alive. [Look at this thing, just the right size to make a pot, and it's supposed to be wise...] Look at how ugly it is after the shell is peeled off, just like that dog, haha...
[The wise man... what a load of bull! He's still kneeling and crawling... haha... to survive, he actually ate his own elders, how pathetic... come here... this is your ancestor, if you eat him, we'll let you go back alive, you stray dogs...]
That year, the orcs captured the turtle tribe and skinned the elders alive, not only that, they also boiled some of the elders in the shells while watching the turtle orc cubs.
"If you don't eat, we'll chop you up." The little beastmen were unwilling, but in the end, their own family members stuffed them with pieces of meat. They remembered this hatred when they met the ocean tribe.
"Remember, no matter what, we must make these land orcs pay the price. We must kill them, and they must suffer a terrible death..."
"Aren't you coming back with us?" the turtle beastman asked, looking at the boy standing not far away. The boy was the little turtle clan chief, who shook his head.
“I’m not going. I will never go back to that nightmare place again. Can’t we just live well here, little brother…”
"Impossible. I will never forget what the land beastmen did to us. If you want to stay, then stay. Let's part ways here. For the rest of our lives... I will dedicate my life to protecting these land beastmen. If we fail in the end, I will drag everyone down to hell with me." Yes, everyone down to hell.
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