Chapter 572 (2/2)

In the past, the Orcs hadn’t particularly discriminated against the marginal group. Although they were born as Half-Orcs, there had been a lot of Half-Orcs in the Orc Empire. That hadn’t been a big deal. Although members of the marginal group were strange in appearance, there had been no difference between the treatment of them and the other Half-Orcs. Moreover, because of better family conditions, their living standards had been pretty good.

However, Isis believed that since two bloodlines were awakened at the same time in their bodies, they couldn’t get a response from any god. Members of the marginal group were born to be Half-Orcs. They were the shame of their families. The top class of the Orc Empire should be examples for the civilians. They should serve the gods more devoutly. They should deal with such children on their own so that the children won’t dishonor their families, and so that they won’t discredit the gods they believed in.

Those were high-sounding statements, but how could the great aristocrats be willing to kill their own children!

Dishonor? We don’t think so! Discredit? The gods say nothing. Who are you?

With the support of Emperor Hogg, Isis had forcibly executed the marginal group of many aristocratic families. For a long time, because of that, various races of the Orcs had stopped interracial marriage. Later, Emperor Junero came to power. The law proclaimed in writing that it was forbidden to kill any member of the marginal group. The Orcs started having interracial marriage again.

But even though Emperor Junero openly opposed it and even issued a clear order, Isis still secretly killed marginal group members. They didn’t dare to oppose the command of the emperor and kill openly. However, they could use various means to put pressure on the families who just gave birth to a marginal child. They could force them to kill the children on their own.

As an official organization, Isis was supported by Hogg Bale. Its force was naturally very powerful, and few Orc families could resist their pressure. Hopes left his hometown, went to the Republic of Northwest to study, and decided to live there for a lifetime. That was largely because of this reason.

After all, Hopes was a descendant of the branch of the Wilder family, a famous Sage Family among the Orcs. Hopes had the family name Wilder, so he was an aristocrat with high status.

Because of the pressure from Isis and the discrimination against the Half-Orcs, even he had to leave his hometown and go far away. Others were in worse situations.

However, people held a grudge. Even though they killed their own children because of the pressure, it didn’t mean that the parents would really believe in the damn words of Isis. They didn’t believe that they killed their children to maintain the honor of the families and to glorify the gods they believed in.

Instead, they secretly remembered it and kept this hatred deeply in their hearts, waiting for the opportunity to get revenge.

Therefore, this time, when Sui Xiong wanted to annihilate Isis, inside the Orc Empire, many people applauded and even held parties to celebrate. Countless parents went to the places where their poor children had been buried; the children couldn’t have official graves. The parents comforted the dead souls, crying and laughing.

Many people who came to see the doomsday of the Isis leaders this time were such people.

Later, every time a group of people died on the guillotine, a large group of people cheered under it. Their cheers were widely spread, echoing in the air of the Golden Tent. It also came into the palace.

“Do you hear that?” Morani said beside Junero. “The civilians really hate those guys!”

“I didn’t know that before!” Junero said, sighing and shaking his head. “If I knew that their grievances were so big, I would have used my own hands to clean up this evil organization!”

“You knee, you just didn’t pay attention,” Morani said, shaking his head. “Just like you and I didn’t know that Lefon had hidden his strength.”

“I remember. At that time, we were called Hero Lion and Hero Tiger, and we were the most probably runner ups,” Junero said. Thinking of the past, he couldn’t help but laugh. “In a flash, it’s been thousands of years. We are old.”

“Yeah, even though our bodies don’t grow old, our souls still grow old,” Morani said, sighing softly. “When are you going to leave the Main Plane? I will see you off.”

“Wait a moment,” Junero said. Hearing the cheers coming from the distance, Junero shook his head with a bitter smile. “At least, I won’t leave until the disturbance ends.”