The wheel of history rolled forward, and the multitudes were destined to be the dust of history.

Those heroes who have left their names in history are the bright stars that dot the river of history.

Just who can't say, is it the hero who changed history, or history created the hero?

Early summer in the 789th year of the human race's Bright Calendar.

The Orlando Mountain Range under the setting sun was covered with a layer of hazy blood color.

The sun was like blood, the mountains were undulating, the ancient trees were pale, and from time to time there were beast roars that broke through the lofty mountains and penetrated the clouds.

The Orlando Mountains, which stretched for nearly a thousand kilometers, separated the human Isaac Kingdom from the Orc Wasteland.

On the side of the Orlando Mountain Range near the human race, a fierce battle was being staged in a valley covered by a dense forest.

On one side of the fight was an orc wearing simple leather armor covered with light golden fluff. With long blonde hair and the iconic face of a broad nose and sea mouth, it was the lionman clan of the orcs.

Looking at the size this was still only a young lion, even so that young body was full of explosive power, launching one ferocious pounce after another towards his opponent.

The other side of the fight was a small human boy, looking at the figure of only about ten years old, the size of the lion tribe than the boy was smaller than a circle.

The human teenager barefoot, a completely ill-fitting rough leather armor covered in dirt, a messy long black hair blocked his face.

The fight between the two teens was by no means exciting, but it was intense enough.

The lion boy's fists swung with a layer of faint golden light, just one step away, as long as the light was completely set, he would officially enter the ranks of martial artists, becoming a first-class orc warrior.

Even if he hadn't officially become an Orc Warrior, he brought out a slight blasting sound when he swung his fist, hitting the ground and blowing out a small pit half a foot deep. His attacks were coherent and smooth, and his punches and kicks were all in one piece, just like a set of orc martial arts.

The human boy who fought with him was unusually wretched, most of the time in a flash to dodge, the occasional counterattack is also no rules and regulations of haphazard strikes. Fortunately, his movements are exceptionally flexible, jumping, rolling and even crotch drilling, although woeful, but always in the critical moment to dodge the lion boy's heavy attacks. Occasionally there were attacks that could not be dodged, but he also used the strongest parts of his body such as his arms and back to carry them down. Even if he was knocked down, he could quickly get up at the first time, never letting the lionman teenager's heavy blows continuously hit his body.

Although the lionman teenager's attacks were fierce, he had been unable to completely knock down his skinny opponent, and the struggle had continued.

The two were surrounded by a circle of more than a dozen teenage orcs, green-faced fanged wolves, short-horned minotaurs, burly bears, all of them without exception stood on the side of the young lionman, loudly shouting and cheering for him.

In the surrounding set up a simple animal skin tent, around erected a circle of thick wooden fence, three or two orc guards from time to time to this side to look at one or two eyes, this is clearly an orc camp.

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However, this orc camp was a little too close to the human border.

After failing to attack for a long time, the shouts of the other orcs aroused the ferociousness of the lion boy even more, and with a low roar, he slammed his body into the human boy.

The human teenager faced this violent impact, before both bodies collided to fall on their backs, and then a slip of quick roll to dodge out of the way.

The lion human teenager couldn't help but growl as he stored up his strength to crash into the air, "Arthur, you bastard, have the guts to fight me head on!"

"Yeah, I'll make sure not to dodge next time." The human teenager called Arthur had quickly rolled over from the ground and stood up, but surprisingly agreed.

"I'm going to break your ribs!" Pale golden light shimmered on the lion-man teen's fist as he leapt up from the ground in a single bound and lunged at Arthur in the air.

When the lion-man teenager's fist was about to hit Arthur's head, Arthur suddenly raised his head hotly, and the black hair that had been blocking his face parted, revealing a pair of bright eyes and a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. A handful of dirt mixed with gravel was raised towards the lionman boy's face.

The lion-man boy subconsciously closed his eyes and used his hands to shield his face.

Arthur took the opportunity to lunge forward, and with a lowered head, he slammed his head with all his strength into the soft abdomen of the lion-man teenager, knocking him headfirst to the ground.

Without giving the lion boy any chance, Arthur mounted the lion boy's body at once and swung his fist to pummel him in the face.

The orc teenagers surrounding the crowd were in an uproar, roaring and abusing Arthur's meanness, but none of them came forward to help. In the tradition of the orcs, no one was allowed to help in a solo duel, otherwise they were cowards and weaklings.

The lionman boy who fell to the ground let out a roar, and the light golden light on his body flashed, lifting Arthur off the ground at once.

The lion man teenager who stood up from the ground was unusually wretched, the leather armor on his body was askew, his nose was bruised and swollen, and there was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, "You despicable human, I'm going to tear you apart!"

The lionman teenager's eyes began to become blood red, the hair on his body grew rapidly, his sharp nails poked out, and his aura was rising, he was actually about to enter a state of berserkness.

"Leon, stop!" A stern shout suddenly rang out.

With this stern shout, the rising aura of the teenage lionman withered down at once, and his eyes returned to their original color.

A lioness with a gorgeous robe slowly walked out from between the tents within the camp.

The lioness did not have the male orc's trademark long hair and lush body hair, and her face was much softer. This from the camp out of the female lioness even with the human aesthetic is also considered to be a beautiful level of young women, and walking naturally bring out a noble temperament.

Behind the female lioness was also followed by two orc guards, one was a tall and strong minotaur, and the other was a curvaceous female leopard. They were both true orc warriors with powerful auras emanating from their bodies.

The orc teenagers who were watching onlookers respectfully bowed down and saluted the female lioness.

"Mother, he's cheating!" Lionman teenager Leon pouted his lips and stepped forward to grab the Lioness's arm to shake and pout, just like any aggrieved child in front of his mother, completely lacking the fierceness from the fight just now.

"Master." The human teenager Arthur, on the other hand, lowered his head.

The lioness, on the other hand, boarded up her face and flung away Leon's arm, "Leon, remember, there is no meanness or lightness of means on the battlefield, there is only one ultimate goal, and that is to kill your opponent, the winner is the king!"

"But mother, a true orc hero must defeat his opponent head on." Leon was still somewhat unconvinced.

"Leon, you must understand now that to become a hero you must first do whatever it takes to keep yourself alive, don't be stupid like your father!"

Leon froze at first, then lowered his head, "I understand, mother."

The Lioness walked up to Arthur, facing her son sternly the Lioness but gave Arthur a small smile and rubbed his head caressingly, "Arthur, you have done well, from tomorrow onwards you will be formally taught the Orc Martial Arts by Shara. Now, go and eat."

"Thank you, master." Arthur tilted his head, a wide smile on his face, and bowed to the lioness and the leopard female guard Shara behind her respectively, before running towards the camp under the angry gaze of many orc teens.

"Go on, you too, only when you are well fed can you grow into true orc warriors, all of you will be studying under Hessian starting tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am." The minotaur guard bent slightly to the lioness.

The orc teenagers cheered, and then with Leon at the head they all ran towards the camp with joy, the small loss just now instantly put behind them.

The lioness took her eyes off the orc teens and turned to the distant hills and rolling mountains with a deep concern on her face.

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