bacchusnovels Chapter 274 The Half-Orc Who Was a Laugh
Chapter 274 The Half-Orc Who Was a Laugh
Annie wiped away her tears, her voice trembling with sobs, but she uttered a sentence that brought tears to the eyes of all the orcs around her once again.
"This...this is just ordinary seasoning given to us by the people of Great Xia..."
"Chief Grom and his group, employed by Great Xia... not only have their food and lodging provided in Great Xia, but they can also enjoy many delicious foods unique to Great Xia!"
"And it'll last for a month!"
The surrounding orcs: "???"
They all stopped chewing.
Want to enjoy more of the unique delicacies of Daxia?
Can we still eat this for another month?
An indescribable bitterness and emotions of envy, jealousy, and hatred grew wildly in their hearts.
"Waaaaahh ...
Suddenly, the sobbing grew even louder.
Warwick, who was eating roasted leg meat, was puzzled when he saw his people crying so hard.
He originally wanted to comfort his people with delicious food, but what happened?
He silently walked to his father's side, voiced his question, and wanted an answer.
The old chieftain gnawing on a piece of animal leg, his cloudy eyes gazing at his weeping clansmen.
"Let them cry."
"They've suffered so much these past years. Let them cry it out, and they'll feel better."
Warwick remained silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice:
"I just... never imagined that our people had suffered to this extent."
"A single bite of food is enough to make them do this."
He knew, of course, that this was more than just a bite to eat.
This is hope.
It was the first ray of light seen in endless darkness and despair.
It's the hope for a better life!
Warwick turned his head and looked at the steel behemoths parked in the tribe's open space, his eyes sharpening.
Having enough to eat is only the first step.
He wanted to ensure that his people would never have to shed tears for survival again!
He will make all demons tremble before them!
Warwick leaped onto a boulder, mustered all his strength, and let out a wolf howl that echoed through the valley!
"Awooo—!"
The crying stopped abruptly.
All the orcs, regardless of age or gender, looked up at him.
"My people!"
Warwick's voice carried an undeniable power.
"Do you want to be able to eat your fill every meal from now on?"
"Do you want to never have to worry about survival again?"
He glanced at the orcs who were staring blankly at him.
"Look at the weapons around you! Look at these steel creations!"
He pointed to the dozen or so tanks and infantry fighting vehicles.
"The weapons of the Great Xia people have filled the gap in our lack of magic, allowing us to attack the demons from a distance, just like mages!"
"Now, I'm going to teach you how to use these tools to tear the enemy's throat!"
"I hereby declare that, from today onwards, all adult members of the tribe, that is, those of rank three and above, shall learn how to use the weapons and equipment of the Great Xia Dynasty!"
"We must build an unprecedented legion!"
"A...army of steel orcs!"
As soon as he finished speaking, heavy breathing filled the entire valley.
Immediately afterwards, a roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami erupted!
"roar!"
"The Iron Orc Legion!"
In the eyes of the orcs, sorrow was immediately replaced by a raging fire!
Adaptation, begin now.
Warwick divided a thousand expeditionary warriors into instructors and began training other warriors in the tribe.
The first step is the screening of drivers.
"All cat-people, fox-people, and slender werewolves, come here!"
Alistar stood in front of a tank and yelled at the top of his lungs.
A group of relatively "petite" orcs were summoned.
"Your task is to learn how to handle this behemoth!"
Alistar slapped the tank's armor, making a dull "bang" sound.
A member of the merfolk said weakly:
"And what about us?"
Alistar was taken aback, unsure of what to do, and turned to look at Warwick.
Warwick frowned and thought for a moment.
"You are slow on land and need to be in the water every half day, so you are not suitable to drive these big machines."
"You shall continue to catch fish for the people and dig out the river that encircles the entire tribe."
Although the merfolk have merged with the orcs, they are still limited by their racial characteristics and cannot stay on land for long.
Fortunately, they are formidable in the water, and the demons on land are no match for them once they enter the water.
So a few years ago, the old patriarch ordered the merfolk to widen the river and dig a moat as much as possible to defend against the demons.
"Alright." The merman was somewhat disappointed.
At this moment, a bear-man warrior named Barton was unconvinced.
"I'll give it a try!"
He walked up to the tank, gestured towards the driver's compartment, then took a deep breath and suddenly jumped inside!
next second.
"puff!"
Patton remained stuck motionless at the hatch.
His upper body went in, but his muscular waist and buttocks blocked the outside completely.
Clearly, his gestures just now were in vain.
He had a seriously distorted perception of his own body shape.
"Uh... I think... I can't move..."
Patton's voice came out muffledly from inside the tank.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The orcs around him laughed so hard they were doubled over, some even rolling on the ground laughing.
Finally, a minotaur warrior grabbed his foot and pulled him out like a radish.
"Damn it!"
Barton rubbed his aching back, his face flushed red.
"Are you sure this thing wasn't made for dwarves?"
"So!" Alistair laughed.
"You big guys, forget about it!"
"This is your mission!"
He pointed to the other side, where dozens of expeditionary force soldiers were setting up heavy machine guns and rocket launchers and moving ammunition boxes.
"Your strength should be used where it can tear the enemy apart!"
Patton's eyes lit up instantly.
He strode over and grabbed a six-barreled Gatling gun that was practically a toy to the bearman.
He felt the cold, heavy metallic texture and swung it back and forth. Although it was a little awkward to use, a fascinated smile still appeared on his face.
Last night he saw Alistar wielding this thing and wreaking havoc. He may be simple-minded, but he's not stupid!
The screening process was completed quickly.
"Who's coming first?" Alistar pointed to the tank's driver's compartment, scanning the group of tall, thin men in front of him.
A young fox-person stepped forward with his head held high.
"I'll do it!!"
His name is Feilin. He is known for his quick wit and sharp mind, and he is usually quite arrogant.
"I, Film, learn everything so fast!"
He nimbly climbed onto the tank, easily slipped into the driver's cab, and even waved triumphantly to the outside.
"Follow my orders!"
Instructor Annie's voice came from inside.
"It's already started, the one on the left, slowly step down!"
Upon hearing this, Felin confidently stomped down.
"Buzz—rumble!"
The tank emitted a loud roar, and the entire vehicle shook violently.
Phil was startled, but quickly regained his composure, a smug smile returning to his face.
"See? It's easy!"
"Grab the thickest pole in front of you and push forward!" Anne said.
As instructed, the tank roared and surged forward!
He frantically pushed and pulled the joystick, and the tank, like a drunken beast, rampaged across the open ground.
"Stop! Stop! Step on the right pedal!" Annie inside the tank jumped up and down in a panic.
In his panic, Film didn't know where he had stepped wrong.
The tank suddenly turned around on the spot, its tracks kicking up a cloud of dust, and with a loud bang, its rear end crashed into a newly built wooden shed next to it, collapsing it.
Annie: "!!!"
Alistar: "..."
The onlookers were bewildered: "???"
P.S.: Thank you to Flying Pangolin for the five bonus chapters and confetti gifts! This is an extra chapter for him!