1679 204 days.


    This coastal forest is a castle, which has now turned into a raging fire. The ancient trees of thousands of years and the old tree houses of hundreds of years are howling in the flames, as well as the poor people trapped in the tree house who can''t escape.


    At the beginning of the war, monsters with flame marks on their foreheads are roaring to the depths of the forest to kill every visible living creature. Two thousand orcs have surrounded the largest indigenous settlement in the coastal forest, and the thick smoke blackens the skulls placed in the clan.


    For hundreds of years, the Melos tribe has been the owner of this forest.


    Kapp is standing on the road to the tribe, holding a hard bow that once hunted male lions. A total of ten arrows are rare iron arrows. He has used seven, each of which hits an orc infantry.


    Unfortunately, these orcs shrouded in armor are like standing rocks. If they can''t accurately shoot into the exposed eyes of orcs, the arrow attack will have no effect.


    Kapu legu is the patriarch of Melos generation and a well-known warrior. He once smeared three kinds of divine oils on his body to be loyal to the golden city. He had the opportunity to obtain the blessing of God King Artuso and become a god guard full of glory. However, in the end, he chose to return to his territory and continue the rule of Melos tribe over the coastal forest.


    The orc soldiers stopped their attack and confronted the tribe. A black shirt without armor came out from the rear of the orc array. Two Orc infantry held shields high in front of him to protect his body.


    "Melos."


    Black shirt looked at Kapp in distance and said in slightly astringent verost language, "I heard your name is this."


    "Do you understand our language?" Kapp looked at the weak sea people without any expression in his eyes.


    "Violet, we''ve been here for three years," said black shirt. "It''s not just me. Now many people know how to communicate with local aborigines."


    "What do you want to say?" Kapp looked at him, and the fire in his eyes was as strong as around him.


    "Remove the stones in the way, otherwise we will not be able to move forward," said black shirt.


    "What else can I say?" Kapp suddenly opened his bow and arrow, didn''t aim at it at all, directed at the black shirt, but was soon blocked by a solid and powerful shield.


    "But you are not stones, so our commander feels that you should be given a choice."


    The voice of the black shirt continued to spread from behind the shield: "look, when the Empire really focused on vilost, your attack was as weak as a child, and your resistance was as vulnerable as rotten wood. In fact, the Empire did not come for killing, and the war was not the situation we wanted to see."


    "After all, every time the war goes on, one more life is lost, so my commander hopes you can join us and help us end the war as soon as possible, and you can get supreme honor. How about thinking about it?"


    "You want me to help you deal with my own people?" Kapp arched again.


    "For you, are other tribes your own?" the black shirt''s voice smiled. "But as far as I know, before we arrived, the tribal conflicts among the clans in velost never stopped. You treat them as clans, they are not necessarily."


    "Not long ago, Prince Garon sent messengers to every tribe in vilost to ask them to surrender, otherwise the imperial army will destroy their homes. Master of the Melos tribe, how many tribes do you think would rather die than surrender?"


    "When you see our real strength, you must not say such ridiculous words again." Kapp sneered, and his voice was beyond doubt.


    Black shirt didn''t speak any more. He slowly retreated, bowed to the strongest Orc and said in common language, "chief, he refused."


    "Kill them all!"


    The orcs rushed up.


    Fifteen minutes later, Karp fell to his knees with blood panting. No matter what, his neck was firmly pressed by his thick palm, and his eyes were only a pair of iron boots full of mud and blood.


    "Chief, kill him? Hang his head up and show it to every tribe that resists us." the orc''s unique rough voice.


    "No, No. I saw weakness in his eyes. I think he will change his mind." gal stared at the aboriginal leader and turned to the others. "Let the fire burn more!"


    The forest was burning, and it was emitting hot light day and night. The fire lasted for half a month, turning the forest into scorching ruins. It was not stopped until there were no more combustibles. In the process of the fire, countless veloste settlements were wiped out, dozens of indigenous tribes were removed from the list, and tens of thousands of people slept underground forever.


    Garon stared at the path of the smoke, nodded and looked at the kneeling people on the slope.


    "You prisoners, I''ll give you one last chance. As long as you are willing to follow the black wing flag, I won''t kill you and forgive you all your rude disobedience and crimes. In the future, as long as you serve the Empire wholeheartedly, the Empire will protect your safety, give you slaves and food, and let you continue to be the head of the tribe."


    Black shirt translated his words into vilost and read them out.


    Kapp was also one of the prisoners on his knees. After listening, he looked left and right and found that the others also had flashing eyes and looked at each other, but in the end, no one spoke.


    "Very good." a rumbling voice came from Garonne''s trachea: "you are more loyal than I thought. Unfortunately, the whole west is trying to die!"


    With the roar of the dragon, there was a violent vibration from the ground. The rumbling noise hurt the eardrum. Kapp followed his reputation. A terrible steel monster with black smoke climbed the hillside. While rumbling and roaring, they also made a sharp and detailed sound.


    Kapp saw that the soil layer surged under their steel bodies, and the rocks were deeply trampled into the earth. These giants continued to move forward in a terrible posture, and they were about to crush themselves to death on the spot.


    At this moment, he suddenly remembered the well-known myth of all tribes: "when the end comes, countless creatures that have never been seen will emerge one by one. In vilost, killing and death will flow and spread wantonly. Giant beasts such as mountains will wake up from the sea and complete their revenge with iron and fire. When it reaches the earth, the whole world will be flooded."


    A frightening idea came to Kapp''s mind - here comes igon!


    As the steel monster approached, the horror and panic increased with time. Kapp finally couldn''t suppress his fear and shouted in indigenous language.


    "I will be loyal to you!" several voices sounded at the same time, and there were more after that.


    ——


    Although numerous travelers visited veloste before, it was not until the middle of 1600 of the third era of ayladia that the heterogeneous Black Wing Empire really established communication with veloste.


    In 1679, in the second two border war, "Prince of poisonous fire" Garon nefadius tangrian, relying on strong military forces, smashed the defense of the local people, established the first batch of truly stable colonies in the coastal areas, opened a new era of velost, and also opened the prelude to tangrian''s long rule over velost.


    The barbaric act of colonial plunder made the black wing Empire accumulate a lot of wealth and labor in a short time, which laid the foundation for the black wing Empire to establish maritime hegemony.


    ——The chronicle of aladdia