8mi #470 - Chapter 470 Iron Rain Tribe
#470 - Chapter 470 Iron Rain Tribe
"Outrageous!"
"Too outrageous!"
Hearing Long Gore say this, a strong orc with a beast's claw mark on his waist stood up and roared at the other orcs present.
"Long Gore, no, not just him!"
He glared with bloodshot eyes and said fiercely.
"All the orcs of the Iron Rain Tribe are not worthy of being called leaders, or even orcs!"
"That's right!"
Another strong orc stood up and added!
"If it weren't for the advent of this monster, the Iron Rain Tribe, including Long Gore, would have been wiped out by our joint efforts long ago!"
"They wouldn't even be alive today!"
"Yes!"
"Long Gore, this bastard of bastards, isn't even a child of God. Why should he be able to become a leader?!"
Just as the surrounding orcs began to verbally attack Long Gore, the high priest of the Bloodsail Tribe stood up.
"Everyone...."
Different from before, this time, the old man, who was old and frail and basically despised by all the orcish powerhouses, showed a very strong aura.
He slammed the crutch in his hand heavily on the ground and then said.
"This is divine revelation!"
"In other words, this is the will of God!"
"You...."
The Bloodsail Tribe's high priest looked at every orcish powerhouse present with a pair of turbid eyes.
"Do you want to question the will of God?"
"No, we...we just...."
Hearing the Bloodsail Tribe's high priest say this, many of the orcish powerhouses were silenced.
"Hahahaha!"
But at this moment, an untimely laugh rang out from inside the tent.
"Look at you pathetic lot, it's really killing me with laughter!"
The previously besieged Long Gore looked at all the orcish powerhouses present with a morbid smile.
"Oh, Ancestral spirit of the Orcs is above...I know why you're not convinced, Nuo Ci!"
Long Gore looked at the first orcish strongman who expressed dissatisfaction with him and said.
"If I remember correctly, two months ago, my tribe and I raided your tribe."
"When you and your tribesmen were out hunting~"
Speaking of this, the face of the strong man named Nuo Ci became very bad. At the same time, he also stretched out his hand and touched his waist.
There, his long sabre was ready, thirsty to drink Long Gore's blood.
But in stark contrast to this, Long Gore was still talking to himself.
"Oh right, if I remember correctly."
"When I raided your tribe, your wife and your youngest son were left in the tribe."
"Hahaha, that's right, that's right, when I mention this, I remember!"
"Compared to your wife, your youngest son's wailing before his death was so sweet and lovely!"
Long Gore's expression had become extremely twisted.
"After I finished playing with him, I directly put him on the charcoal fire and made him into delicious roasted meat!"
"I have to say, compared to his miserable wailing, what I enjoyed the most that day was his half-raw, sweet roasted meat~"
"Ah, when I recall it, I can't help but drool now!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Nuo Ci rushed up in one stride, raising the long sabre in his hand to kill Long Gore, but unfortunately, he was stopped by the surrounding orcs.
This was not because they did not hate Long Gore, but because they were unwilling to violate the will of the Ancestral spirit of the Orcs at this moment.
Even if Long Gore was a complete bastard, it was the same.
That's right.
Long Gore, and the Iron Rain Tribe he was in, were one of the few cannibal tribes in the Ancestral spirit of the Orcs's back garden world!
These damn bastards were different from other orc tribes.
They did not engage in production, manage fishing grounds and farmland, or forge weapons.
And the only way of life for their tribe was plunder and cannibalism!
In this tent, not only Nuo Ci's tribe had been plundered by the Iron Rain Tribe, but even Nuo Er's tribe had been attacked by the Iron Rain Tribe in the past.
More precisely, all the orcish powerhouses present had basically had conflicts with the Iron Rain Tribe!
It can be said that all the tribes present had all actively or passively participated in the suppression against the Iron Rain Tribe.
But unfortunately, the Iron Rain Tribe still survived.
The previous countless suppression against the Iron Rain Tribe had all ended in failure.
This was not only because the Iron Rain Tribe possessed extremely strong tribal strength, but the most important point was that.
The leader of the Iron Rain Tribe was Long Gore!
This perverted cannibal orc, in addition to possessing extremely strong personal strength, also possessed extremely strong, beast-like intuition.
In countless suppression wars, Long Gore not only perfectly avoided the suppression of other tribes several times, but also led his Iron Rain Tribe through several seemingly certain death situations, relying on his super command, to complete several seemingly impossible breakthrough operations!
And after these several suppression, not only was Long Gore's Iron Rain Tribe not destroyed because of these terrible suppression wars.
On the contrary, as time went by, the interior of the Iron Rain Tribe, because of Long Gore's outstanding performance, increasingly trusted this young leader.
The combat power of the Iron Rain Tribe also skyrocketed with victory!
And the most important thing was that, at this time, Long Gore was only seventeen years old!
In a sense, Long Gore could really be regarded as the one with the strongest ruling power and strength among the many orcs present.
However, although Nuo Ci was stopped by other orcish powerhouses, just as Long Gore was going too far, someone made a move.
"You..."
Dong!
"Give me..."
Dong!
"Shut up!"
Dong dong dong!
The high priest of the Bloodsail Tribe dropped the crutch in his hand and punched Long Gore in the face one punch after another.
In an instant, Long Gore's nose bridge was broken.
His nosebleed mixed with tears, completely submerging his eyes, making him unable to see anything around him.
Although Long Gore was the recognized youngest and strongest legendary peak among the many powerhouses present.
At this moment, he was still stunned by these few heavy punches.
And the old Bloodsail priest, although he was already old and frail, at this time, he was still like he was when he was young, using all his strength to fiercely beat the scum from the Iron Rain Tribe.
"Huff...huff..."
The high priest of the Bloodsail Tribe looked at Long Gore, who was lying motionless on the ground, and looked at the surrounding orcish powerhouses, and couldn't help but sigh.
"No matter what the lifestyle of the Iron Rain Tribe is."
"No matter what kind of scum Long Gore is."
The Bloodsail Tribe's great chieftain weakly sat back on the ground, sweeping his turbid eyes over all the orcs present.
"Since our great Ancestral spirit of the Orcs, whom we worship, has decided to let Long Gore become our leader, then he should become our leader."
"But..."
"No buts!"
The Bloodsail Tribe's great chieftain glared at the orc who said but.
"The will of God cannot be violated!"
Hearing the Bloodsail Tribe's great chieftain say this, the other orcs also sighed helplessly.
But at this moment, Long Gore, who had just left a pool of nosebleeds on the ground, sat up straight.
"Hahaha, Bloodsail High Priest, your fists are really weak."
"Although I know you hate me very much, it's a pity that using so little strength won't kill me. And I believe that if the Ancestral spirit of the Orcs hadn't spoken, forbidding infighting during the advent of that dark monster, you would have executed me long ago!"
"But, Bloodsail High Priest, do you know...."
Long Gore glanced at the Bloodsail High Priest, who had both protected him and beaten him, and said.
"Why did the great Ancestral spirit of the Orcs choose me, choose me to be your leader?"
"I don't want to know!"
The Bloodsail High Priest snorted coldly and said.
"Hehe, although you don't want to know, I still have to say it!"
Long Gore had a cheap look on his face.
"Actually, the reason is very simple!"
Long Gore looked at the surrounding orcish compatriots with unkind faces, who seemed to want to kill him at any time, and said.
"You, to be precise, it's you!"
"You bunch of stupid orcs who look down on our Iron Rain Tribe are no longer pure orcs!"
Hearing this, the surrounding orcs looked at Long Gore with even more horrified eyes.
In orc society, using impure orcs to describe orcs is basically the most serious kind of insulting words.
"Hehe!"
"Don't look at me with that kind of look, because what I said is true!"
"Although our great and noble Ancestral spirit of the Orcs very much enjoys your offerings, very much enjoys the divine fire you give, but the problem is..."
"You are no longer pure, no longer protected by the Ancestral spirit of the Orcs!"
"Because pure orcs, no, to be precise, the most ancient and most powerful orcs, should have lived like our Iron Rain Tribe, plundering everywhere, slaughtering everywhere, carving the fear of the orc race into the bones of all enemies!"
"In your eyes, the way our Iron Rain Tribe survives is a freak!"
"But in our own eyes, we don't think so!"
"Because, we are just living according to the most ancient orc lifestyle!"
"By the way...."
"Isn't the so-called Ancestral spirit of the Orcs the purest and most ancient orc?"
"So..."
"In today's changing situation, I am destined, and I will inevitably become your leader, become your...leader!"
"Orcs need the stimulation of blood to become true orcs!"