"Phew..."
Old Jimmy raised his head and looked at the farmland before him, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It was already evening, and the glow of the setting sun shone over the fields, reflecting a golden radiance.
It seemed this year would bring another good harvest.
Nodding in satisfaction, Old Jimmy left the farmland. His people had lived here for generations, even before the Orks defeated humanity. Unlike people in other places, the people here did not resent the Orks' rule. Before this land had belonged to the human kingdom, its lord had constantly exploited them. Old Jimmy still remembered when he had been a child, living day after day with barely enough food to fill his stomach.
Yet that detestable lord had enjoyed lavish feasts every day, indulging in beautiful women and fine wine inside Rook. Any woman he took a liking to would be dragged into the castle and toyed with. Most of those women never returned alive.
Those days had been like a nightmare to Old Jimmy. That was why, when the Orks breached the city and killed that lord, everyone had felt a tremendous sense of relief. There were indeed plenty of frightening tales about the Orks, but compared with their own lord, those terrifying stories no longer seemed so frightening.
After that, the Orks replaced humanity and ruled this territory. Old Jimmy also felt that his life had gradually improved.
The Ork lord here advocated coexistence between humans and Orks. Although they had occupied the land, those Orks had not mistreated the humans. On the contrary, they had helped everyone rebuild the houses destroyed in the fighting and declared that as long as they obediently followed orders, they would not be harmed.
These Ork soldiers looked much more respectable than the Lord's Private Soldiers