I Can Change The Rules

Both the human and orc armies are preparing for the final battle.

The orcs are entrenched on the border, continuously bringing in a large amount of supplies and troops from the rear.

And the human race is also non-stop regaining the territory broken by the orc race.

After Lin En returned, he took over the supreme command of the army from Thassarian.

He led the army all the way westward.

Wherever he went, Lin En witnessed the countless crimes committed by Zeng soldiers on their borders during the past ten days.

Along the way, in all the areas once occupied by the orcs, no matter whether it is a village or a small town, there are mountains of corpses and blood, and no one is spared.

This also strengthened Lin En's determination to destroy the orc empire.

Hatred has risen to the level of racial antagonism!

The human race's army established its own frontier base in an old fortress, and walking forward, there is an endless wasteland.

The human race quickly built fortifications here in order to fight the last battle with the orcs.

Lin En didn't stay in the big tent this time.

What he saw along the way touched him deeply.

With a heavy heart he flew along the lands previously occupied by the orcs.

He didn't know how long he had been flying, but suddenly, through the clouds, he saw an intact village in the burning wasteland.

That village was hardly baptized by the flames of war, and he could vaguely see the crowd walking around in the village.

This made Lin En feel a little strange.

This is the place where the orc army ravaged the most. In theory, the orc army has no reason to let this village go.

Lin En is planning to go down to see the situation.

But at this moment, he saw a huge man wearing a black leather jacket standing in front of the village.

No! To be precise, it is a monk.

But compared with the orthodox orcs, his figure is thin and small, but even so, in the eyes of the human race, he is still astonishingly huge.

He stood there, looking in the direction of the village, motionless.

Seemingly hesitating for a long time, he walked towards the village step by step.

But as soon as he stepped into the village, a woman holding a bamboo basket saw him. The woman screamed and ran towards the village in horror.

"Orcs! Orcs are coming`"!"

Her cries sounded the alarm for the whole village.

Many villagers with farm tools rushed out of the house, and confronted the orc tremblingly at a distance of tens of meters.

But the orc didn't start killing, but stood there motionless.

"Beastman!" A villager trembled: "Are you finally going to raise your butcher's knife here? But I tell you, your good days are coming to an end soon, and our Duke will completely drive you out of the territory of our human race !"

"The crimes you have committed against us will never be forgiven by the gods!"

After the outrage, the people around gradually calmed down, because they found that this orc was a bit strange.

If he had come to kill, he should have done it by now.

But he didn't.

Suddenly, a white-haired old man in the crowd took a step forward, looked deeply at the orc, and said:

"I think you should be Diss."

As soon as this remark came out, the tall orc's body visibly shook.

He raised his head slowly, and took off the hood on his head, revealing a half-orc face.

Although the characteristics of the orcs are very obvious, but the eyes are the same blue as the human race.

"The village chief, it's me."

The hoarse voice immediately caused a commotion among all the villagers.

Many villagers of the older generation quickly recognized his appearance, and the crowd became even more chaotic.

"It's him! He's that deformed son of Sister Rodia!"

"I know his eyes, by Gods, just like Sister Rodia!"

"What is he doing back? This monster who is neither human nor ghost! Could it be that he wants revenge?!"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and everyone looked at the half-orc fiercely.

The village chief sighed deeply and said, "The reason why the orcs didn't disturb this village is because of you, right?"

The half-orc was silent for a moment, then said, "It's me."

"What are you doing back here?" The village chief said deeply, "Humans and orcs are irreconcilable, and there will be no shelter for you here!"

The half-orc said silently: "Village chief, I want to see my mother again."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the villagers changed, and they looked at the half-orc even more fiercely.

"You hybrid deformity! What right do you have to demand from us!"

"Poor Sister Rodia has been discriminated against and insulted too much because of you, and she will be ashamed of you all her life!"

The village head looked at him seriously and said:

"..."Dis, get out of here, your mother passed away last year!"

As soon as this remark came out, the half-orc's face turned pale instantly, and his huge body was actually crumbling.

After a long time, he said hoarsely, "Where is my mother buried..."

"In the churchyard."

"I want to go and see..."

A villager said angrily: "No! How can a holy church be allowed to be profaned by a dirty orc! I will never let this orc step into the village."

A stone hit the half-orc Diss heavily on the forehead.

The half-orc hung his head, said nothing, and walked step by step towards the church in the village.

All the villagers looked at him angrily. They picked up stones one after another and threw them at him.

Some villagers even threw filth at them.

Shocked by his huge size, but none of the villagers dared to attack him head-on.

The orc still didn't say a word, and didn't get angry, and came to the cemetery outside the church among the rocks.

He knelt for a long time before a new grave in front of the church.

Then he picked up a handful of loess, wrapped it in cloth, and kowtowed deeply a few times.

"Thank you for taking care of my mother for so many years."

The half-orc said to the angry villagers, then turned around without saying a word, and walked out of the village.

Still no one dared to stop.

Seeing him leave the village, the villagers were all relieved.

The white-haired village head let out a long sigh, turned around and looked at a window above the church, and said:

"he's gone."

The curtain inside the window moved slightly, and an old hand retracted tremblingly.

The strong wind blew across the ground. .