The last hunter falls, we are the best! The Oghar tribe is elite, my father Oghr is the undisputed leader, he was the one who followed the advice of the shamans and brought us here, to the dark forests where the fun never ends.

The succubus queen gave us someone to distract ourselves with, they teach us a lot, like the pleasure more than the act, the being more than just appearing, just for that it was worth coming, but this, hunting humans, following them on the back of hunting wolves, But it wasn't just that, the shamans are training us like never before to avoid getting wounded in battle, the older warriors scoff, they say "that's human, orcs are strong because they survive their wounds", but I'm not so sure, Avoiding those cuts and the arrows of those who attacked us allowed me to catch up with them and keep my mount alive, something that does not happen with the elders, as I return to the camp I feel a little sorry for them to see my body, it is strong, muscular and with the tattoos of age, It only does not have the first scars of battle, I have not allowed them, maybe they were just very clumsy my enemies, but my body shines in its greenish brown tone, healthy as the most, I must continue to lead those of the new litter, they must be warriors not badly tanned leather.

Just as we reach the edge of the forest a tired wolf comes out to greet us, although he is hiding I know it is our shaman Rograh, he is very tired, losing two seconds to return to his form, but when he returns I see why, he is wounded, We go to help, although we don't know how, we don't heal ourselves, for that we have shamans, but Rograh seems to be beyond salvation, in his mouth words form, a request for help that we don't manage to hear, so I cry out, to accompany my grief, to remind me that the wise man, as he was, was not immortal, I search in his clothes for something that gives me an indication of what has happened, in his leather clothes I can only see a blood stain, with a piece of metal, I carefully remove it and I distinguish with a clarity that I hate, the tip of my father's sword, it is the only one that always has coatrice poison, its stench is unmistakable, at that moment something materializes in front of us, it is a human being, I have seen him before, accompanying Mrs. Lilith. Apparently our people have violated the commitment we made when we entered these places, my father knew it! As I ponder what has happened, I see movement behind the human, he tells me that he is traveling in a hurry, that the Lady Lilith is in our camp, being hunted by those who have driven us from our lands, this cannot happen, we will not lose our new home! At my command, warriors attack!

The trip is hasty, we know the area, we go out to hunt and sometimes domirmos on the outskirts, watching the enemy, how many heads of formidable warriors have been cut off, but now our head is the one that hangs by a thread, the elders with a force that knew many enemies do not want to know of these deals, of the risks of angering the lady of these lands, but that does not mean that disrespect is something I do not understand does not seem appropriate to him, less to attack without provocation.

A few minutes later I arrive at the esplanade, there the battle continues, on one side I see my father, on his face some marks like those of victory, but these are not made with the blood of his enemies, these are his, they are the marks of two hands that left his skin exposed, his screams resound and mix with those of the other warriors, on the other side I see some humans dressed in black, they do not attack my father, they only raise a wall of fire, the rest attack Lilith with a storm of many elements, The strange thing is that this does not frighten them, even with the wounds in the flesh they would continue to attack, and they do, but they are attacking Lilith, I can see her in the center, she is inside a rock, a diamond, something like that, with iridescent edges, in the center Lilith, I know it is her, even though she always looks like an imposing woman, this looks like a clumsy human, but it is her, it looks like she is very bad, with each blow her face twitches in pain, I must stop them!

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With a leap I enter the fray, the nearest humans fall like a skein of meat, my sword going up and down without stopping, avoiding the obvious attack patterns, as I begin to see that I am not the only one in the fray, I am glad that the young men do not seem to follow our traditional style, They are like me, cautious, strength has to be in the mind as well, at the back of this group of mages is one in fancy clothes, he stands out from the crowd, so I run after him, the mages try to summon terrible things to stop me, But less than two steps from each of them and maybe a second between each of my blows, he is two enemies away, one, my sword goes down while he raises a metal staff in an attempt to interrupt my attack, but that would not stop him, my fury will not be stopped by trinkets, the impact sounds very intense, unbelievably the blow did not cut the magician in half, who runs away, when I turn I cannot believe it, my father stopped the blow, in his eyes he did not recognize me, now he comes at me.

The same thing is happening everywhere, I don't know if it's enemy magic or the desire to fight, but the great orc warriors are attacking their descendants, I can't look any longer, I can barely stop the next blow, I throw him, I shout at him to come to his senses, but the swords are coming faster and faster, each time less organized, but stronger, with desperation I see several humans drawing magic symbols around them, a light begins to appear... this is not good! An inarticulate scream forces me to look back, a side sword comes too close to avoid it, still I jump back hoping to reduce the damage, I get my first scar.

The pain is intense, even with my guard sword, my father's blade, driven by his madness, has just made a nasty cut on my chest, but he already raises his weapon again, the saliva in his mouth, his eyes unhinged, everything is unreal, so I react as if it were not my father, my sword draws a circle, deflecting his machete, suddenly there is nothing in front of him, At that moment a light returns to his eyes, it tells me that I am already a man, but too late, the humans have finished their magic, in the middle of an intense light they disappear, only the destroyed village remains and the wounded or dying parents look at their offspring who defeated them.

In the morning the tracking teams left to search for Lilith, I apologized as the new leader of my tribe to all the other villages, no one pays any attention to me, as far as they are concerned, we are just a failure and a betrayal, my father howled horribly when he did not see Lilith anymore, He was barking instructions and all his wild companions were sniffing the air, they left immediately, they didn't say a word, in the village we made pits for my father's victims, every time the sweat falls on my wound it reminds me that I have failed, The sage Capablanca said that all my father had to do was to attack the enemies of the fortress and the curse would be lifted, but I doubt that any of them would want to return, after all they were not responsible for us, the Oghar tribe has a new leader, Grunth, son of Oghar, will seek to be better than his ancestors, he will seek to create the most powerful army to defend his lands and sow terror, but most of all he will seek retribution against the people who welcomed us, I myself will free Lady Lilith! Even if it means killing my father.