I Became a Progenitor Vampire

A barren wasteland, deep in the mountains, in a valley surrounded by clouds and mist all year round.

In a small city that can accommodate 3,000 people.

"Chief Rabiot, there is still no information about Prince Anakin..."

Marcy Wildhammer stood behind the Dwarf King with a very depressed expression.

The king of the dwarf tribe, Rabiot Wildhammer, was staring out the window of the short thatched house at the dwarves moving ore on the street, with a serious expression.

This is a city built by the dwarves themselves.

The dense fog at a height of five to six hundred blades has covered the valley below for many years. Even if the orcs' flying dragons fly into the thick fog, they will not be able to detect the life in this huge valley that is ten kilometers long and wide unless they descend to a certain distance. with a group of dwarves.

But now, this city that can hide from foreign enemies no longer belongs to the dwarves.

Rabiot's eyebrows were lowered, and he held his hands on the window, with the veins on the back of his hands exposed.

The most conspicuous thing on the street outside the window is not the dwarf, but the tall orc with a ferocious face.

Now, the orcs are the masters of the dwarf valley. Once these violent guys find a slow-moving dwarf, they will step forward and whip the opponent hard with a long whip.

Slave, this is a title that Rabiot feels extremely ashamed of.

But now the dwarves are the slaves of the orcs! !

Thinking of this, a bit of uncontrollable anger flashed in the eyes of Rabiot, who was wearing a black feather coat.

They are the great Wildhammer tribe, with the blood of the noble dwarf royal family, but now, a group of dirty and lowly orcs have enslaved them.

This is a shame engraved in the blood!

The orcs must bear the wrath of the dwarves! !

"Anakin has Master Warren with him. I believe nothing serious will happen to them. Have the other teams contacted the dwarves of the Southern Bronze Hammer Tribe?" Rabiot turned his head and looked at Marcy with a burning gaze.

"No one can trample on the dignity of the dwarves easily! I want these orcs to taste the wrath of the dwarves!"

Looking at Rabio's dazzling eyes, Massi suddenly fell silent.

"King, the Bronze Hammer Tribe moved two hundred years ago. We still need time to find..."

Rabiot couldn't help but look disappointed after hearing this answer. The Bronze Hammer Tribe is the closest dwarf tribe to them, with a population of up to 50,000 people.

Dwarves are a fighting race all called soldiers. Each dwarf is a powerful heavy infantry and possesses great strength.

Moreover, the Bronze Hammer Tribe also has 3,000 horned goat cavalry and 500 dwarf chariots. Their strength is enough to launch a large-scale war.

If the Bronzehammer Tribe knew what happened to the Wildhammer Tribe, Rabiot believed that the other party would definitely send a powerful army to declare to the world that the dwarves were inviolable.

After the once most powerful kingdom of the dwarves was destroyed by the Abyss Demon hundreds of thousands of years ago, it was not until 100,000 years ago that the dwarf kingdom was re-established in the Wild Stone Mountains adjacent to the Storm Sea.

After hundreds of thousands of years of dispersion, the main plane of glory has been filled with the footprints of dwarves, and there are countless dwarves like the Wildhammer tribe.

The dwarf kingdom in the Wild Stone Mountains was too far away from them. Even by sailing, it would take nearly half a year to reach them. There was no way to ask for help.

So Rabiot could only focus on the Bronze Hammer Tribe next to them.

"The Wildhammer tribe moved too suddenly. We didn't even find out that they had moved away until we went to their base a year after they moved away."

Marcy explained, “But we didn’t pay attention to it at the time and gave up after searching for a while without finding it.

Now I want to look for them again..." Before he finished, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The dwarf tribes all have a nasty problem, that is, although they are extremely united when facing foreign enemies, the tribes with each surname look down upon each other.

Rather than building relationships with each other, they prefer to stay underground and mine and forge weapons.

That's why they found out about it a year after the other party moved out.

"Don't give up searching. The Copper Hammer Tribe is the only reinforcement currently. The other dwarf tribes are too far away." Rabiot shook his head, his eyes flashing with thought.

“At the same time, if Anakin and Master Valen cannot be contacted, other dwarves will be sent to find allies.

You can't relax while searching for the dwarf tribe, and you can't give up contacting your allies either.

We need the support of external forces. "

"Yes, my king." Maxi hit his chest hard with his hand.

At this moment, a 2.2-blade-high figure walked in from outside the house.

The huge lion head revealed the identity of the visitor, the king of the orc tribe - the lion tribe.

The golden hair on the lion man's body is as majestic as a lion's, and he wears a half-length armor covered with dark patterns. You can tell at a glance that it is made by dwarves.

The two blue eyes were full of oppression, and the hands were not human hands, but the claws of wild beasts.

"King of the dwarves, next month we need you to forge 5,000 sets of armor and 5,000 weapons..."

The Orc King's Common Language of Glory is very majestic, and his tone is unquestionable.

Maxi looked at the orc king in front of him with anger and roared, "Greedy orcs!! Impossible!!

The dwarf tribe does not have such strong forging capabilities. The 3,000 sets of armor forged this month have been forged by the dwarf tribe with all the ore in stock!

2000 sets, up to 2000 sets! ! And the weapon can only provide 1,000 handles! "

Garp Lion shook his head with a sarcastic expression.

"Dwarf, this is not a discussion with you, this is an order!"

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the dwarf king Rabiot, who was wearing a black feather coat and still had an extraordinary bearing even though he was reduced to a slave.

"King of the dwarves, I hope you can recognize the fact. The dwarves are now my slaves. If you want better treatment, please cooperate with me."

After saying that, he gave Rabiot a meaningful look.

"Don't think about playing any tricks under the eyes of the orcs, Dwarf King, you are a smart man, I believe you will choose the right path."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned around to leave this dark, dilapidated thatched house.

Only two dwarves with extremely ugly expressions were left in the room.

Marcy fell silent in vain when he saw this scene.

The dwarves now have no room to resist.

Rabio suddenly opened his black feather coat and threw it to the ground. The linen clothes inside were densely tied with dozens of magic-forbidden chains.

Rabiot, who had pale lips, had a cold look in his eyes, but the dwarf king did not say anything.

Only the weak will whine and complain helplessly, and the dwarves will pay for their shame with blood.

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After the Orc King Garp turned to leave and walked out of the house, a figure as tall as Garp walked out of another house. His temperament was cruel and cold, and he had a bit of chill at the same time.

The body is covered with mottled gray animal skin, and the strong muscles covered with scars are faintly exposed when walking around, and a huge tail is swinging behind it.

Savage and primitive.

The wolf head on its head makes people feel horrified. The narrow green eyes are full of murderous intent, and the sharp fangs in its mouth are ferocious.

This is the aristocracy of the orcs, a powerful fighting race - the werewolves.

"King, why don't you kill this dwarf king?? His existence has caused us huge hidden dangers."

Craig Hunter's eyes were full of confusion. The dwarf king was the backbone of all dwarves. Unless the dwarf king died, it would be impossible for these dwarves to surrender to the great orcs.

"No, Craig, the Dwarf King cannot die, no matter who dies!" Garp turned his head, a deep look flashed in his eyes.

"The dwarves are so obedient because their king is ordering them.

Dwarves are not humans. They are never afraid of death. Don't try to deal with dwarves the same way you deal with humans.

If something happens to the dwarf king, I swear to the great God of Hunting, the dwarves will resist at all costs!

The final result can only be that we suffer huge losses and the dwarves are destroyed. "

As the king of the orc tribe, Garp saw clearly.

Using oppressive methods to deal with the stubborn character of the dwarves will not help at all. They can only control their king and let the dwarf king give orders.

die? These guys who wish to bury themselves in the earth while they are still alive and whose minds are full of stones don't care.

Craig nodded and did not refute again. In terms of wisdom, Garp, the master of the Lion Tribe, had never let him down.

"Craig, forge the weapons and armor as soon as possible. We need to go out and plunder more food during the winter moon."

Karp's tone was solemn and his expression was very solemn.

"Our food supply can no longer sustain us through this winter."

With a bit of anger in his eyes, Craig growled, "Those damn human merchants have raised the price of food again!!

We now need a complete cowhide to exchange for a bag of wheat! !

These greedy, filthy human businessmen, one day I will personally chop off their heads with a knife! ! "

Garp's expression was a bit ugly after hearing this. The barren wasteland was too poor and the food produced was extremely limited. A large number of orcs would starve to death every year in the cold winter.

In addition, humans have been banning the sale of food to the orcs, which has aggravated the situation.

Therefore, in order to feed more tribesmen, the Lion Tribe has been secretly purchasing food from human smugglers.

But those greedy human merchants have gone so crazy that they even exchanged a complete Warcraft skin for a bag of wheat worth several silver pukes.

He knew that in the human world, a piece of Warcraft skin could be exchanged for at least dozens of bags of wheat.

But the border will be blocked by humans after the Winter Moon. Without the troops sent by the Orc King, they will not be able to break through the blockade of the human army, even if they can be called a large tribe.

So if he wanted to get more food, he could only exchange the furs or other materials of monsters hunted by the Lion Tribe for food from human merchants who were not afraid of death.

These things are of no use in their hands, so they might as well exchange them for some food.

"Have you finished counting the secret warehouse used by the dwarf tribe to store food that we discovered yesterday? How much food is stored in it??"

Garp suddenly remembered something and asked with some expectation.

"King, the food of the dwarf tribe can only be consumed by three thousand tribesmen for a month." Marcy shook his head, completely interrupting Garp's fantasy.

There are fifteen thousand people in the Lion Tribe, and this amount of food is enough for them to consume for several days.

The orcs, like the dwarves, are a race where all people are soldiers, so they can easily pull out an army of tens of thousands.

"How much food do we have in total now?"

"After plundering the dwarves, it will be enough for the tribe to feed them for two months."

Two months? ?

Garp took a deep breath and felt a big stone pressing on his heart.

It's August now, which is the time to store food, but for some reason this year, the number of beasts in the barren wasteland is much smaller, and their hunting teams often return without success.

Without hunting for meat, and with no fur to trade with human merchants, they would usually be able to store three or even four months of food at this time in previous years, but this year they had a harvest.

Now they can store two months of food. This is after they plundered the dwarves and obtained a lot of food supplements.

This year's food scarcity has made him feel a huge crisis.

The winter moon was right in front of him, and he didn't want to see his people buried because of lack of food.

"Intensify hunting efforts and send more tribesmen. We need food..." The Orc King's tone was very low.

As a powerful warrior at level 18, Garp was unable to meet the most basic food needs of his people, and he felt very painful about this.

"I don't want to see old men and wounded warriors walking alone into the wilderness again this winter..."

In the winter moon, walking into the wasteland alone in the ice and snow, what other reason could there be besides looking for death? ?

Craig's huge wolf head turned slightly to look at the clouds and mist above the valley, his eyes dim.

No one wants their people to die due to lack of food, but this is the rule of survival in the barren wasteland.

There is always a small amount of food. If you want to survive, you can only fight for it. If you can't fight for it, you can only leave the last food to the strongest warrior of the tribe.

Because they are the guarantee for the continuation of the entire tribe.

Cruel and helpless.

But this is the survival of the race, and there is no reason to argue.

This is also the reason why orcs plunder humans every winter moon. This is to fight for the power of survival. It doesn't matter what is right or wrong, good or evil, it is just to survive, nothing more.

"In addition, try to contact as many human merchants who can buy food. If you have to, you can sell some weapons forged by dwarves in exchange for food..."

Garp's tone was very serious. The orc tribe not only lacked food, but also lacked everything, including weapons, armor, salt, iron tools, etc.

Orcs who don't know how to farm or develop industry have always lived a primitive and ancient life.

Craig opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when he saw the pain in Garp's eyes.

The weapons forged by the dwarves are also very important to the current Lion tribe, because now only one-third of the tribe's troops wear armor and hold iron weapons.

Most of the remaining ones were wearing simple leather armor sewn with rhinoceros skin, and the weapons on their hands were made of wooden sticks and monster beast leg bones.

Primitive and backward.

In the barren wasteland, force is the only criterion for survival.

But the lack of food is like a demon in the shadow that may devour them at any time.

Every decision was incredibly difficult.

"As you command, King."

"Go down and see the king who takes good care of the dwarves. As long as there is no problem with this dwarf, the dwarf tribe will not be in chaos."

"As you wish"

Garp only clenched his fists with both hands, and his sharp claws flashed with cold light, leaving scars on his palms.

Blood splattered.

The powerful aura of this lion-man king made the orcs and dwarves passing by panic.

Looking at the smoke-filled valley with deep eyes, he saw in his eyes the responsibility that he shouldered as the king of a tribe for the continuation of the tribe.

"No one can stop the Lion Tribe from surviving, no one!!"