I'm not that kind of orc

The moment the decision was made, thousands of thoughts converged into one voice——

"Do what you have to do."

Yes, there is no need to make any mental preparations, and there is no need to work hard to bring up the courage. There is no need to think too complicated, this is just... what I should do now!

Immediately, I swung Azak's tomahawk, drawing a gash on my right arm.

The bright red blood overflowed in an instant, staining half of my arm red, and also lighting up the Berserker crest on it.

Severe burning pain came through the coat of arms, turning into a violent force.

With this power, I raised the pitch-black battle ax high, aiming at the small abyss gate beneath the Demon King's heart.

No problem, the crack in the abyss is not big, but the distance is not too far. With my ax throwing skills, it is impossible to miss it.

Just close it - I silently infuse the battleaxe's rune with my will.

Then, with a loud roar, I threw the tomahawk.

The moment the tomahawk was released from my hand, an inexplicable strange emotion welled up in my heart, but I ignored it for the time being, and turned all my attention to the pitch-black tomahawk flying in the distance.

The pitch-black battle ax swirled across the air, and the magic power attached to it fluctuated like ripples.

At this time, the purple light bursting out from the heart of the devil has become extremely dazzling, as bright as the sun at noon.

This "sun" that can easily take away countless lives is slowly sinking like a real sunset, and it is about to touch the plane of the gate of the abyss.

Thinking about it, everyone standing on the battlefield now should be able to see the light of destruction shining through the narrow gate of the abyss as long as they look up.

A large-scale magic storm surrounded the heart of the devil, but the trajectory of the pitch-black battle ax was not greatly affected—the ripple-like fluctuation of magic power seemed not powerful, but it neutralized the large amount of magic released by the heart of the devil. down.

As Roland said, the magic power of the black battle ax and the magic power of the devil are of the same quality, and will not be affected by the fluctuation of magic power emitted by the heart of the devil.

The pitch-black battle ax flew through the space crack without hindrance. The moment it passed through the space crack, I vaguely felt that an invisible barrier was smashed by it—the barrier was caught in the space crack. In the middle, the opening of the space crack is maintained.

The moment the barrier shattered, the space crack trembled violently, and then quickly closed.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Seeing the devil's heart getting closer and closer to the space crack, I couldn't help shouting eagerly in my heart.

Finally, the space crack finally converged into a thin line, and the heart of the demon king failed to pass through anywhere, and the dazzling purple light still occupied my field of vision.

The magic power released by the devil's heart gradually reached its peak. From such a distance, I could feel that magic power eroding my body.

I sat down suddenly, and the tension melted away once I realized I had done what I wanted to do.

At the same time, the exhaustion from being late finally took over my whole body, and I managed to stabilize my body so that I wouldn't fall off the Demon King's shoulders.

"I...Mudar, but a person who wants to embark on...the road to the gods...why would...lose to a mere orc?"

A faint voice drifted past my ears.

I don't know if these are the last words of Mudar's last remaining soul, or if they are just my hallucinations.

But this is not important anymore, the important thing is that I am going to die-although this is also my own choice.

Sitting on the shoulders of the devil and enjoying the doomsday alone, I didn't expect my ending to be like this.

No, it doesn't seem quite right to say that. A long time ago, I imagined the possibility of my heroic death in a certain important battle.

There is no more valuable way to die than to lay down absolute victory with one's own sacrifice.

That's right, I should be happy. If I were to die, I would die laughing without any regrets.

But what is the matter with this lingering emotion... Obviously, I am not even afraid of death.

I tried to move the corners of my mouth, but was surprised to find that I couldn't smile very much, and my heart was a little blocked.

Past experiences, familiar images flashed in my mind uncontrollably, and memories ran wild like a herd of horses. It turns out that it is true that people can't help but recall the past before they die.

For the first 20 years of my life, I lived simply as an orc.

All the turning points happened at that time - I was brought into that academy by Roland.

So many things have happened this year, and the experience has been so magnificent that it makes me feel like my first 20 years have been wasted.

"I really want to go back..." When the voice blurted out, even I was taken aback.

Immediately I smiled wryly.

It turned out to be like this...

Only then did I clearly realize what it was that came to my mind the moment the tomahawk was released.

regret?No, no, it should be a pity.

As if a piece of my heart was missing, I actually felt sorry for myself after I chose my own way of death.

If given the chance, I would really like to go back to that academy again.

It's so strange, it's obviously full of flying memories, but at this moment, I suddenly miss it very much.

"Roland, I—"

I smiled silently, turned my face subconsciously, and wanted to confide my feelings at the moment to Roland's familiar on my shoulder.

There was nothing on my shoulders, which made me startled.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that long before I raised the battle axe, the magic wave in the heart of the devil completely destroyed Roland's familiar, and I never heard Roland's voice again.

After being silent for a while, I put away my expression and turned my face away.

The detonation of the devil's heart reached a critical point, and at the very end, the purple light actually dimmed, and then quickly condensed into a rich black, and there was a faint roar of thunder in the storm.

The magic power ready to go finally exploded, the incomparable explosion almost deafened my ears, black flames surged in all directions, dyeing my vision into darkness.

Such a spectacular death method is worth it.

"farewell."

In the empty world, I whisper goodbye to the void in front of me.

Great Orc's Burial (1)

Two weeks later, Wallis Valley, the Bloodaxe clan's settlement.

A funeral is taking place.

Almost the entire clan of orcs gathered in the square, mourning solemnly.

Not only the Bloodaxe clan, but also the important figures of the six major clans were present. The chiefs, elders and generals of the six major clans rarely gathered together on occasions other than offering sacrifices in the Holy Land.

Not only orcs attended the funeral, but also a large number of elves and humans.His Royal Highness Arsena, Crown Prince of Helgia, Mutafa, Commander of the Kingdom and Head of the First Knight Order, Vikas, Head of the Third Knight Order; Her Royal Highness Princess Alyssa of Sedian, Ranger General Tolivia , the chief knight of the palace Miria...

No orc had ever been treated with such standard. The orc they bid farewell to today was of great significance to the six major clans, Helgia and even Saidian.

Soft and ethereal voices echoed in the square—the host of the funeral was singing sacrificial songs in ancient animal language.

According to tradition, the funeral of the orcs will be presided over by the elder shaman, and only the most experienced shaman will be proficient in the funeral rites in the ancient animal language.

But this time it was a silver-haired elf who presided over the funeral standing in the middle of the square. She wore a traditional costume of an orc shaman, held a long staff, and looked solemn.

Roland Aldersonland, the chief mage of Sedian, recommended herself to preside over the funeral as a shaman. She convinced the shamans of the Bloodaxe clan with her deep understanding of the ancient orcs and the customs of the orcs. , Let them make an exception to support an elf as a shaman to preside over this extraordinary funeral.

At the end of the sacrificial song, Roland looked around the crowd with a solemn face, spread his arms, and began to make the final speech.

"Today, we bid farewell to a great man. The achievements he left in his life are of great significance to everyone present." She said in common language. It was because of his impetus that Saidian was able to sign a contract with the orc clan. When the orcs and elves faced the same enemy, he ignored the past and united the two clans to fight against the enemy..."

Hearing this, Princess Alisa clasped her hands and fingers sadly, and closed her eyes silently.

"When Helgia suffered catastrophe, he stood up bravely. Even in the face of powerful demon kings and liches, he never flinched. He fought to protect our common world, and his will inspired every one of us. man, and his legacy will live on."

Arsena took a deep breath, raised her hand and performed the knight salute, and the human knights imitated their lord.

The orcs knelt down one after another, with their arms across their chests, performing the most solemn military salute.

At this time, the warriors of the Bloodaxe clan represented by Wacker gritted their teeth, trying not to let the tears flow out of their eyes, and some members of the clan were already sobbing.

"His life is worthy of glory." Roland said quietly, raising his hand towards the sky.

"Varo Bloodaxe——Chief of the Bloodaxe Clan, one of the representatives of the alliance between the Bloodaxe Clan and Saidian, the most respected shaman of the six clans, may the ancestor open his arms and accept his soul. "

After finishing speaking, she also slowly knelt down towards the steps in the distance.

At this moment, I, who had been half-kneeling on the top of the steps, slowly raised my head.

What came into view was a long and narrow coffin decorated with animal bones. The old chief lay in it with a peaceful expression, as if he was asleep.

"It's time, Brock." Igna's voice came from beside her.

I nodded and stood up, at this time Wake walked over slowly with a sullen face.

"Let's send the chief off for the last time." I said to Wacker.

We are the pallbearers of the old chief.

Wack nodded vigorously, and walked to the other end of the coffin. The two of us lifted the coffin together and walked to the center of the square—the body of the old chief will be cremated under the auspices of Roland.

The old chieftain passed away the day before yesterday. He was almost 90 years old, quite old for an orc, and he was considered to be at the end of his life.

In fact, his departure was not sudden. A week ago, he seemed to have foreseen something and started to arrange things after getting up.

He took care of all the matters, and then announced that he would step down as the chief, and the elders of the clan would take over the duties of the chief.

He also made a will for himself in advance, donating most of his inheritance to the tribe.To my surprise, he also left me some things, which he said were actually Azak's.

With his merits, he was qualified enough to be buried in the Holy Land.

But in his will, he asked us to bury his bones on the top of the hill near the mouth of Wallis Valley after his death-there is the border between Sidian and our settlement, where, as he once mentioned, in the past he The Saidian village where I left my heart knot was only tens of miles away. From the top of the mountain, I could see the newly built village on that piece of land.

After discussion, we unanimously decided to respect his last wish.

It is said that the old chief rested in his room as usual the day before yesterday, and then the elder and two shamans who went to visit him the next day found that he had left with a peaceful smile.

I think he probably had a premonition earlier, maybe as early as the end of this war... no, maybe even before he decided to participate in the final battle himself.

In the final battle, he let himself summon the beast soul to heroically charge towards the Demon King, led Arsena and a group of paladins to severely damage the Demon King, and played a vital role in our offensive to drive the enemy to a dead end .

When the orc tribe and Saidian confronted each other, if he hadn't conveyed the truth to us, it would have been difficult for us to find a solution to solve the misunderstanding between the two sides.

When the crisis in Wallis' Vale came, he led the alliance with Sedian, so that elves and orcs could fight side by side.

On the last battlefield of Silver Fortress, he stood up in his own name.

The guilt left by a single thought in the past cannot be washed away, but at least in the half of his life after that, he has tried his best to do what he should do.