Before he was crowned king II

According to ancient historical books, sub-orcs are human beings who have returned to their ancestors and retained the characteristics of beasts, such as sharp minions, thick fur, and pointy ears.

At the same time, it has a human form, can walk upright, and has the same thinking ability as humans.

Their various animal features are basically revealed at birth, but there are also some exceptions.

Before these special cases were differentiated, it was impossible to see that they had the blood of sub-orcs, and their appearance was just like ordinary humans.

And after waiting for juvenile differentiation, they will have a terrifying physique stronger than most sub-orcs.

Like a vigorous leopard, Kaisen climbed on a tall fir tree branch, leaped forward relying on the instantaneous strength of his legs, and then lightly landed on a lower bungalow.

"Let's start..." Kaisen stood still and took a deep breath, looking at the solid gray wall from a distance through the rain curtain.

The beast-devouring dog turned its head, moved its nose, and stopped barking.

"Why is the dog barking all of a sudden?" The arresting officer patted the dog's head, "There is obviously no one else nearby."

"Probably the smell of the corpses of the surrounding sub-orcs." Another person who assisted in the search said.

None of them noticed someone passing over their heads.

Kaysen galloped across the flagstone tops, passing like a ethereal ghost through the ruined remains of mills, taverns, and shops.

He stepped over the corpses scattered all over the ground, splashing bloody water.The nearby beast dogs actually smelled Kaisen's scent, but when they started barking, Kaisen's figure had already left the sight of the investigators.

"They all have flares on them. Try to avoid fighting and keep your strength," Sheen said.

"I know now is not the time for revenge." Kaisen was much more rational than he seemed, and he would not be easily swayed by his personal emotions when performing tasks.

This is also the reason why he can become the captain of the Scarlet Vanguard and is supported and respected by the team members.

"It's almost the main road, turn into the woods to the south." Sean estimated the time, and he had already planned the best route for Kaisen in his mind.

"Understood..." Kaisen immediately changed direction, without asking the reason for entering the woods, even though it seemed to the naked eye that passing directly through the street directly ahead would approach the destination faster.

Probably because of the innate warlike blood of the sub-orcs.Few people know that Kaisen is more suitable to be the sharpest sword than to be the sword bearer.

He is a talented fighter with great execution ability.

"Use the trees to hide their whereabouts, and they are about to enter the range of the watchtower. Although the investigators and the dogs have already gathered at the slave field, there should be patrol troops here to clean up the battlefield."

As soon as Sean finished speaking, Kaisen immediately realized something, stopped abruptly, and hid behind a tree.

"Where did little Jack go to be lazy again? These damned sub-orcs, it's because of them that so many people died!" A rustling voice came from the bushes, "Adding more work to us."

"What kind of low-level citizens are not even considered human beings. They are just a group of crazy beasts. When will the empire wipe them all out!"

"God of Light! Please punish these evil spirits as soon as possible! Let this world restore peace and beauty."

Three people came out talking, wearing the uniforms of the city guards, and they were searching for anyone who was still alive nearby.Kaisen leaned against the tree, raised his head and listened silently to those vicious curses.

"Punish these evil spirits as soon as possible!" This sentence sounds very familiar, and he and the sub-orcs around him have also said similar curses.

So, which side is the evil spirit between humans and sub-orcs?

Sometimes Kaysen can't tell the difference.He thought that this might have been an endless battle between two groups of evil spirits.

Because those truly kind and innocent lives have been reduced to silent victims in battle after battle.

Of course, he is also a demon himself, and the reason for his existence is to obliterate the demons of the other camp.

"It's been too long, we can't stay any longer." The man's reminder came from beside my ear.

Kaisen's face darkened, he took out a dagger from his waist and clenched it tightly. The patrol troops in front of him hadn't left for a long time, and he was racing against time.

Can't wait any longer.Mercy does not apply to the enemy. Since he joined the Scarlet Vanguard in desperation, and since he took his first life with his own hands, he has already made up his mind to conquer the battlefield as a demon.

"It seems that the process did not go as smoothly as planned." Sean looked down at his pocket watch. It is now 04:30 in the afternoon, and there is still an hour and a half before sunset.

Time was tight, and he didn't have 100% confidence in this sub-orc named Kaisen whether he could complete the task.

"The body is also more tiring than expected." Sean closed his eyes slightly. This was the first time in his life that he commanded many people to act together.

Although today's scale can't be called a battle, it can be regarded as a very meaningful actual combat exercise.

Commanding is not a simple matter, especially when you are not familiar with your own strength.

In such a short contact time, the information he could immediately collect was too limited, and it felt like playing blindfold chess.

The endgame outside the gray wall is difficult to end, but when it comes to playing chess, Sean doesn't like a draw, let alone admit defeat.

So he could only bet his plan on an unlikely possibility based on the other party's self-judgment.

"Let's bet with your life. Which kind of pawn are you?" Sean whispered, "The "soldier" who has not crossed the bottom line, or the "queen" who is invincible? "

The cold edge of the dagger cut through the dense rainwater, followed by the reverberation that pierced the air.

An invisible scar was left on the flesh of the back of the neck, and someone fell silently into the dirty mud.

The moment the dagger was stained with blood, the flowing rain had washed the blade clean, reflecting a silvery metallic luster.

Kaisen's movements did not stop, and the animal pupils swept to the next target to kill.He held the knife backwards, stretched his right arm forward and cut horizontally to the left, blood sprayed from the enemy's throat.

He no longer thinks about the so-called right or wrong in his position, and he makes clean moves without any hesitation.

Justice, or evil, has nothing to do with him.This is a matter for those who are alive after everything is over to be qualified to judge.

"Ah... ah..." The only patrol soldier who was still standing was stunned, and could only utter vaguely disconnected syllables with his mouth open.

A series of changes happened too quickly, and the old guys around him turned into silent corpses and fell at his feet only when he came back to his senses.

"Evil ghost... Evil ghost!" There was a chill on his body, and his terrified pupils had clearly foreseen the approaching death.

Kaisen retracted the dagger to his waist, and after beheading the three, his breathing became unsteady and he sped up a little.

"Solved..." Kaysen said.

"How many people?" Sean asked.

"Three..." Kaisen looked down at the corpse at his feet.

"Three? Isn't it four?" Sean frowned. He remembered that Saint Via's combat group was usually composed of four people.

"There are only three—" Kaisen raised his head, ready to check the surrounding woods again.

With a loud "bang", Kaisen turned his head suddenly. Behind a tree thirty yards away from him, there was a young man with brown hair and freckles on his face. He looked at each other face to face.

Thick red smoke drifted through the rain.

Kaisen was stunned. He suddenly recalled the conversation between the three people before, and realized that he had made an extremely fatal mistake.

There are indeed four people in the patrol team, and he missed the lazy "Little Jack" who was called lazy.

"Damn..." The freckled youth turned around and ran away, Kaisen gritted his teeth and tried to catch up.

"Retreat, the nearby patrols are about to gather." Sean saw the red smoke floating outside the gray wall, and stopped tapping his fingertips on the stone surface, "Mission failed."

"No!" Kaisen's calm expression almost collapsed.

"This signal is not only visible to the patrol army, but also visible in the gray wall."

Sheehan said, "They have realized that there is an enemy approaching, and they must be very vigilant."

"It's impossible for them to react so quickly."

"Then, can you be faster than them?" Sean pointed out the key to the problem, "In the ideal situation, it will take at least 25 minutes to reach the target point."

"15 minutes, I only need 15 minutes."

"Are you sure?" Sean's eyes turned slightly. Based on his knowledge of ordinary sub-orcs, this time is unrealistic.

"Wait, I will kill you to see!" Kaisen took a deep breath, he raised his head again, his animal pupils were bloodshot, as if he had changed into a different person.

The animal blood in his body was scalding hot and clamoring!

"Respect my dear mother, I repent for everything I have done. Power and money have made me lose myself. Facts have proved that I am a complete failure and have failed all your expectations...

I admit to all Uncle Henry's accusations against me, because I was afraid that my supporters around me would leave me without sufficient financial benefits, so I accepted the other party's proposal and cooperated with Madam Mary to forge a large number of gold coins...

This is undoubtedly the most stupid way, but there is nothing I can do.Because apart from a lot of money and the status of the first heir, I don't have any strengths worth boasting about, and I can't think of a better way to control those old guys who are much smarter than me..."

Fern looked at the letter paper he had written halfway, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Literature can be regarded as his more confident field, and he also likes to write some poems in his spare time.

It was the first time that he found such a strong inferiority complex in his writing.

"I think you should be very disappointed in me now, and hate the last thing that happened to me, my incompetent son.

Among the brothers and sisters, you spend the most time and energy on me. I still remember that Ornis was crying outside the door when I was a child, but you chose to close the door and continue to ask me about my progress in learning the ancient magic language.

I am flattered by your attention and preference, and feel that I am different...

Before I was ten years old, I even thought that I was born to shoulder some great mission.

But as my younger brother Mars Salfeld grew up, I had to slowly accept the fact that I was mediocre and ordinary, and read a new book as well. I can recite it fluently in front of you... It's not fair, I'm jealous of Mars's talent..."

His vision is a bit blurred, and some emotions are buried deep and not expressed, which does not mean self-reconciliation.Instead, it is subconsciously integrated into one's own behavior and attitude.

At this moment, Fern still hated his younger brother.

"What's that sound?" He stopped writing, raised his head and looked out the window.

"Your Highness, it seems that there are sub-orc rebels fleeing to the area near us." An officer knocked on the door and came in, reporting the situation ahead.

"What a waste! Dispose of it quickly!" Fern turned his back and stabilized his emotionally affected voice.

"The patrolling army is already encircling..." The officer showed hesitation and paused, "Your Highness, the battle situation has stabilized now, do you want to go to other places first..."

"You want me to go somewhere else now?" Fern turned around sharply.

"Yes, yes, just in case, we want you to seek refuge in a safer place," said the officer.

"Refuge..." Fern said, "How many sub-orcs have appeared nearby?"

"The surviving soldier said it was one."

"One? It's just a sub-orc man. Did you scare you like this?" Fern widened his eyes and glared at the officer's face. "Are you guys too incompetent, or do you think I'm too incompetent?"

"No, that's what you think, we're just worried about—"

"Immediately! Get out!" Fern's sensitive nerves were touched. When he said the last word, he seemed to be spitting out with all his strength.

Fern's chest heaved violently, and he was in a state where he couldn't open his heart to complete this letter of confession.

"I am willing to accept all punishments." He felt unwilling and resentful, and finally only used such a lie as a sloppy ending.

It's not fair between people.Just like the talent difference between Mars and him, the identity gap between him and the orcs.

An effort by Mars is worth a lot of effort.

Hundreds of thousands of sub-orc people's lives could not be exchanged for his own life.

In the ups and downs of fate, weak and humble people should recognize themselves earlier and stop making ridiculous and unnecessary struggles.

Fern went to the window and closed his eyes to listen to the sound of the rain inside the wall. He believed that the gray wall was the greatest and most outstanding relic of St. Via, and its significance of existence was far greater than other truths in the world.

All people in the world have been differentiated and locked in their own positions by visible or invisible "gray walls".

The "gray wall" prohibits crossing, and people outside the wall can never become people inside the wall.

The sound of the rain seemed to be getting smaller.He slowly opened his eyes, his whole body became numb...

A hideous face covered with rain was pasted on the window!

Suborcs?What are you kidding?He is now in the bunker inside the gray wall!How did the other party cross the deadly barriers and stand silently by his window!

In the wind and rain, the person outside the window was drenched and embarrassed like a prodigal dog, but his red eyes seemed to be filled with furious lightning and thunder!

Fern was frightened, and he took two steps back before remembering to chant a spell to release his lightning magic to attack the opponent.

But the glass of the window was shattered in an instant, turning into countless transparent sharp blades and attacking head-on.

His lightning spells hit the mad beast, but failed to stop its approach.

Bloodthirsty beasts feel no pain.Fern watched helplessly as the opponent raised his scorched arm high, inserted the dagger into his chest, and then spun half a circle abruptly.

The rain hadn't stopped yet, and when the sun was about to approach the horizon, a deafening animal howl sounded from the gray wall, making the hearts of all Sanvia soldiers tremble.