Heading into the Depths of the Universe

This is the world of orcs. When I was young, my father—the only king beast of the tribe—died in battle in the northern ice field. Before he died, he stuffed a broken beast soul between my eyebrows. He said: "Live on, live on with them." Ten years later, I stood on the wall of bones, with three thousand "mongrel orphans" like me behind me. When the pure-blooded legions of the empire pressed on the territory again, all the beasts roared and the earth trembled. I pulled out the bone blade left behind by my father, cut my palm open, and sprinkled blood on the tattered battle flag. "This battle is not about fighting for the king, nor about claiming the throne." "Just for the scene they owed us ten years ago——** The entire clan retreated. " Fei Lu, war flag hunting. Three thousand beast soldiers took a step together - it was the first charge from the "lower class" in the history of the mainland. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.