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Dara Red Wolf was not too surprised when he saw the funny-looking big-headed dragon beside the sun. It was just a dragon. Of course, there were not many large lizards in the wilderness, not to mention that this dragon had a big head and small wings. It's a dragonfly.

But after watching Dara Red Wolf for a while, I felt a little strange. First of all, how could a hatchling fly so high? As a herdsman, the red wolf is very sensitive to distance, and further observation made him a little terrified.

The proportions of the young dragon's body and the distance in the distance are obviously beyond logic. He rubbed his eyes, and as the 'young dragon' flew closer and closer, his mouth gradually opened and he shouted loudly.

The white river in the sky was too lazy to care about the screaming little guy below, because he couldn't see clearly. When he reached this distance, he opened his mouth, and a large amount of pale red mist sprayed out from his mouth, mixing with the clouds. , soon became colorless,

Dara Red Wolf stared dumbfounded at the grotesque dragon roaring at the clouds, then turned and flew away. He sat on the ground, stunned for a while.

Raindrops fell from the sky, he looked at the direction that the strange dragon flew away, suddenly shivered, ran back to the tent, and looked at his mother out of breath.

"Dara, what made you so panic?"

"A wyrmling the size of a hill," said Dara Red Wolf breathlessly.

"You must have slept very late last night." The old orc stared, "A little dragon the size of a hill? How awake do you have to be to use such a stupid description? If you are on the battlefield, you are still so confused, elder. And the masters will definitely cut you off without a word."

"I've been fighting for four years! I've been a scout for three years, and I haven't been cut down so far, which shows that my mind and eyes are fine." Dara frowned.

"Perhaps you suddenly have a problem with your eyes today." The old woman said, "Go to herd!"

"You know let me graze!" Dara roared with his mouth open: "If dragons come, no one will care about them, how can they care about them?"

"It doesn't matter whether the dragon you mentioned exists or not, even if it exists, isn't it gone?"

"But...but?" Dara felt a little uneasy, but after entering the tent, she took a deep breath, and she really began to wonder if she had just woken up and looked dazzled.

But even though he was on guard, he still came to the backyard, and a giant brown-and-yellow beast saw Dara, opened its weak eyes, and spit out human words.

This is a young beast dragon. Like most of its cousins, it has the lazy cancer unique to long-lived creatures. His attitude is extremely perfunctory: "My contractor, do you need my help today?"

"Yes, I need your help, man." Dara Red Wolf touched the beast dragon's cheek and glanced at the sky where the strange dragon appeared just now: "I'm a little uneasy, Cross."

"Really?" Beast Dragon Cross sniffed: "Is it because of the rain?"

"Did you see that dragon?" The red wolf was a little surprised.

"Of course, such a terrible smell." The beast dragon froze for a moment, with a look of fear on his face: "It's more terrible than my grandfather. Can you see what he looks like?"

"You don't even know what he looks like?" Red Wolf was a little surprised.

"But I do smell it, my mate, and if your Horde is about to turn against him, I strongly advise you to leave the Horde immediately."

The beast dragon's expression became serious: "Although we have a covenant, if you let me deal with that kind of enemy, you might as well let me kill myself."

"Okay, okay." The orc was stunned, and suddenly fell to the ground with a twisted expression.

"Hey! Dara! What's wrong with you?" The beast dragon was taken aback, Dara Red Wolf blushed, and white scales suddenly began to appear on his body, his expression twisted: "Power! I feel the power burning in the body! "

"This is not a good sign." Cross raised his huge head, and suddenly his eyes opened, and he saw that the partner who signed the contract did not know what was going on. He jumped up frantically, and went to the Biting on the scales of the beast dragon.

"Dude! What's wrong with you, buddy?" The beast dragon was shocked, but he heard a series of violent roars from the entire tribe. Cross frantically broke away from the crazy red wolf, spread his wings and flew high into the sky, and saw a A chaotic picture.

The entire tribe was full of red-eyed orcs, shouting messy slogans, drooling, and chasing normal orcs.

Once he caught up, he took a bite, and those who were bitten quickly became crazy.

There's something wrong with this rain!

Feeling the heat on his body, a heat flow surged in Cross's heart, and he screamed. He turned around and flew in the direction of the beast dragon's lair. He didn't notice that Dara Red Wolf tore the beast dragon's scales. , biting a hole in the tough skin.

...

The chaos lasted for two days and two nights before it gradually subsided. At dawn on the third day, Dara Red Wolf finally woke up from the chaos and madness, recalling the chaotic memories of a period of time in his mind, and almost collapsed.

"What have I done? Cross?! Cross!" Dara Red Wolf looked around, his heart full of pain.

It is very difficult to be able to make a contract with a beast dragon. Dara Red Wolf is both painful and terrified after abandoning his companion for many years. The horror is that he has such a thought in his heart: if he loses it, he will lose it. The big lizards who drink, herd, and fight are not good at all, so keeping them is just a waste of food.

This thought frightened Dara Red Wolf. Having a beast-dragon ally is a kind of honor among the orcs. Could it be that he is already tired of Cross beyond honor?

And what is the so-called glory? Under the influence of social culture, the identification standard of individuals in society? It's just a false name to break it, I, Dara Red Wolf, are self-sufficient and don't owe the tribe anything. Do I need this useless thing?

Do not! How could such selfish and despicable thoughts appear in my Dara Red Wolf's mind. His Majesty Gous will punish...

A neurotic, violent deity who does nothing but force orcs to die for his ambitions... wait, that's blasphemy!

The orc's eyes turned a strange blood red. After a brief thought, the fission consciousness and one after another thought in his mind made him realize that there was a demon in his mind!

The devil recites the plausible truth, bewitching the simple orc young Dara Red Wolf to destroy the three views he cultivated in the orc tribe. It is not only him who suffers from the same problems, but also the leaders of this tribe. .

The war master Bart sat on the chair, his chest was full of strange restlessness.

As a powerful warrior, he has long since gotten rid of the wild and irritable nature of the orcs. Meditation is not only a way for mage to meditate. Legendary warriors can also use meditation to make their thoughts more thorough, but at this moment this warrior It is obviously not normal to find that no matter how much I meditate, my mood cannot be calmed down.

The witch doctor walked into the tent with red eyes, and the war master opened his eyes: "Is it clear?"

"Yes." The witch doctor saluted Buck: "Elder, it is a terrible virus, and the people infected with it have become very strange..."

"Where's the weirdness?"

"Intermittent madness is accompanied by an increase in strength. After each madness, the strength will increase by one or two steps, which generally appears on the weaker clansmen." The witch doctor said: "Also, this virus has seriously affected their health. Mind, many servants of His Majesty the Ancestral God have suddenly lost their abilities."

Thinking of the changes of those young clansmen, he couldn't help feeling the pain in the eggs. The orcs were originally known for their simplicity, and the green orcs were not a violent clan like their cousins, the gray orcs and the half-orcs, except that they liked the whole clan to go out to rob. , is usually honest and kind.

However, after these young people suffered from this intermittent madness, they were no longer stable, but began to protest to the Presbyterian Church.

What about the middle-level and high-level people of the clan who ruled with poisonous vegetables, used the name of Geus Chen to engage in mind control, and exploited the labor force of young people. Hearing that the witch doctor only wanted to call MMP, these thoughts are neither honorable nor blasphemous. The young generation of the orcs was poisoned by the virus!

As an orc witch doctor who only studies spells and is not knowledgeable, he vaguely realizes that these deviant thoughts are likely to destroy the tradition of the orcs, but he cannot organize a set of self-justifying principles to deal with these rotten thoughts.

It will be over sooner or later!

The witch doctor was horrified.

"The powerful clansmen have not been affected... No, they have already been affected." Bart shook his head, feeling the restlessness in his body, knowing that this is definitely not a natural emotion: "Did you feel it?"

"I feel this kind of impetuousness." The witch doctor nodded solemnly: "Sir, several shamans speculate that if powerful individuals like us can't suppress this impetuousness with our mood, even more terrible things will happen."

"Yeah." Batt nodded, and the intuition of the legendary powerhouse made him realize the authenticity of this statement, and frowned: "So what should we do next?"

"Only let the shamans prepare soothing potions, and then send spies to inquire about the origin of the virus, and then act accordingly."

"Hurry up." Bart said in a serious tone, "I always feel a little uneasy. If this thing drags on, something big will happen!"

Boom!

Just as the witch doctor nodded in agreement, the settlement suddenly hit the dog with a loud noise.

"What happened?" Bart stood up and strode out of the tent, only to see a large group of people gathered in the settlement.

"It's not good!" An old orc stumbled to Bart: "Dreyer! Dreyer rebelled!"

"Dreyer rebels?" Bart was shocked and angry: "We just made him a new war master last year, and we are discussing to absorb him into the Presbyterian Church. How could he rebel?"

"Dreyer said that our tribe is democratic in name, but it is actually a rotten elitism and a politics of the elderly, allowing the old man who is full of only maintaining the rule to occupy the leadership for a long time, and the insightful people among the young are bewitched by the so-called glory and tradition. , to die in meaningless wars and looting for their rule! No vision, no future! Also, he feels that this disease is a revelation and an opportunity, and it is the beginning of breaking the tradition of the orcs! He wants to lead the unbearable oppression and exploitation young people left the tribe to start a new tribe."

"It's just the opposite!" Bart's brain exploded and roared: "Without our wise rule and adherence to tradition, how could the tribe be so powerful? I think he can't wait for the approval process of the Presbyterian Church, and he wants to take advantage of this strange disease to rob Ban seizes power, splits the tribe! Dirty! Despicable! Dirty! Careerists! After leaving the tribe, what can they do? They can't do anything?!"

Several members of the Presbyterian Church also changed their colors, but saw that a large number of young orcs had left with the rebels.

The restlessness caused by the virus and the poisonous thoughts that have entered the orcs' minds have driven them crazy. Betrayal of the tribe is a very disgraceful behavior for the green orcs~lightnovelpub.net~ But at this moment, a large group of young people 'suddenly realized' , but did not hesitate to split with the tribe!

"Nearly 2,000 clansmen left with Dreyer!"

"Two thousand?!" The elders were shocked. The tribe has a total population of only 30,000. 2,000 is not much, but it is extremely difficult to deal with this unexpected event.

"Damn." Bart scolded, knowing that Dreyer must have contacted a group of people who are dissatisfied with the status quo to do something. The epidemic has provided the perfect opportunity to give them the courage to make such a break. Act of.

More faintly disturbing thoughts lingered in Bart's heart. Dreyer is not the only careerist in the tribe, what about the others?

Is it a very powerful tribe, it is about to fall into division because of this strange disease.

"Elder! It's not good!" When Bart was restless, new bad news came: "Elder Samuel suddenly went crazy! He has white scales all over his body and is killing people everywhere!"

"Call the Guards!" Bart was startled, feeling agitated for a while, feeling that he was going crazy too.