Tixilan Mountains, southern forest.

A group of rabbits are busy reinforcing the wooden fence beside the village. They are called rabbits, but they look basically the same as humans, except for the rabbit ears on their heads.

The trees around the village are sparse, and it can be seen that they have been cut down. Some simple crops are planted on the hillside, including green vegetables, beans and some brown mushrooms, but unfortunately they are not growing well.

There are about 200 rabbit-eared people in the village, and they all live in tall mushrooms.

Yes, these mushrooms are taller than people, and the inside is hollowed out, just right to make a room. The top of the mushroom is also very rich in color, including orange, bright red, light blue, and a small amount of light green. It looks very magical and beautiful.

The mushroom houses of all sizes are gathered together, which has a fairy-tale color.

The men, women, old and young in the village seem to be very busy. They run around in a hurry, constantly moving stones, adding wooden fences, and sharpening the upper part of the wooden wall to increase the lethality.

Unfortunately, they have limited iron tools and weapons. Most of them are wooden poles sharpened to make spears, and only a few spear tips are covered with iron spear heads.

The spear heads are full of small gaps, which should have been used for a long time, but they are polished very brightly and have no rust. I think they should be well maintained.

Loran Hill quietly observed this special race on the opposite hill.

The rabbit-eared tribe is a branch of the orcs. In the first era, the orcs were widely distributed in all corners of the continent, and they also had their own country. They were the second most powerful race after the elves at that time. They have their own unique culture, writing and customs.

But there are huge differences between orcs. Some are very bloodthirsty and violent, while others are very gentle and weak. They cannot be generalized.

And the group of rabbits in front of them belong to the weaker tribe. In historical records, even during the heyday of the orc empire, they often worked as farmers and auxiliary workers. The only time they participated in a war, the records left were not very good.

The girl was not very clear about the current situation outside, but she could probably guess that these rabbits should be living a very bad life. Most of them were thin, with simple clothes and many patches, which were very thin.

In the early morning of autumn, it was a bit cold in the mountains. Some young rabbits were shivering from the cold, and they felt much better after the sun rose.

The only thing worth praising is that they love cleanliness and are relatively united.

Although the clothes were worn out, they were washed white and there were not many stains. The cooperation during the work was very good. If there was a rabbit that couldn't do the work alone, the others were happy to help, and they were also very hardworking. Everyone worked together, no one was lazy, and even the little rabbits would do simple things to the best of their ability.

"Kanda... How is the village preparing now?"

An elderly man with a pair of gray rabbit ears on his head asked a strong young man in front of him with a cane. The young man also had a pair of rabbit ears on his head, but they were black.

"Father, we have renovated the village walls and put stones at the back to reinforce them. It's almost done."

"Okay... okay... have all the villagers gathered? Are there any who haven't come back yet?"

"Almost all of them have come back, only Eden hasn't come back. He said he would go to other villages for help."

"Other villages, oh... don't make things difficult for them. There are several rabbit-eared villages around. Everyone knows the situation. Everyone is surviving in hardship, so how can they spare the energy to help us?"

"When I was young, there were more than a dozen villages in this forest. At that time, they could support each other and exchange what they had. At that time, they could even get some iron products. But now, there are only 5 villages left. I'm afraid there will be only 4 left soon. Alas..."

"Father, can't we leave this dangerous forest?"

The young man with black rabbit ears was puzzled and excited.

"Leave? Where can I go if I leave here?"

The old man sighed and touched a pendant hanging on his cane. The main part of the pendant was a pennant ball, and below it was a bronze nameplate with several thin ropes wrapped around it. There were two words engraved on the nameplate. If you are familiar with the orc language, you will know that the two words on the top mean "white flag".

"The Crazy Fang Empire, that once powerful country, has disappeared for thousands of years. Now, it's the world of humans. It doesn't matter where you go. In this forest, at least you can still be free. If you go out, you can only be slaves."

"But I heard that there are still a large number of orc tribes on the Gufia grassland. We can go there."

"No...silly child, in a foreign country, our own kind can sometimes be more terrifying than humans."

"Although humans will capture us as slaves, at least we can survive. And if we meet our own kind, our rabbit-eared tribe may be used as food. Don't think this is alarmist. This kind of thing happened a lot in the past."

The old man with rabbit ears shook his head and looked at the busy tribesmen at the bottom of the hill. He was silent for a while before speaking.

"If you can't resist later, take this nameplate and the remaining young men and children who can still walk to other villages."

"This is the nameplate given to our Rabbit Ears when the Crazy Fang Empire was still there. The entire Rabbit Ears tribe only received three nameplates, namely the black flag, the white flag, and the gray flag."

"Thousands of years ago, with this nameplate, you can have the qualification to grow grain south of the Gaodan Plain and be protected by the Empire's patrol cavalry. As an obligation, the three Rabbit Ears tribes must pay enough grain to the empire every year to maintain this relationship."

"It is said that at the beginning of that It was fine for a few years, but later, as the number of our tribe continued to increase, the empire, in order to control the number, drew young and strong people from us to fight or work. "

"It's called fighting, but in fact, they used our rabbit-eared tribe as cannon fodder, or even rations for marching."

"But our tribe is too weak to resist, so we can only let it go. So, you don't have to miss the former Storm Empire, and you have to be more careful when you see other carnivorous orc tribes."

The black-eared young man found it difficult to accept this fact. He had no other way to learn about this history that had been sealed for thousands of years, and he heard it for the first time today.

"I know, father."

The young man's tone was a little heavy, and then he continued to ask.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"I'm old, I can't walk fast, and I can't work, I will only waste food."

"You have grown up, and I have taught you everything I should teach." The old man touched the young man's head with his withered palm and smiled with satisfaction.

"When people meet, there will be a day when they will part, so don't be sad. Besides, isn't there still a possibility of victory? Aren't you, a young man, less ambitious than me?"