No matter what plane they are in, the legendary class is an out-and-out powerhouse.

As the lowest slave race, the orcs are not allowed to be armed, not allowed to participate in military training, and only when facing a great war for the survival of the tribe will they be hurriedly armed by the slave owners to catch up with the battlefield, but they are only used as one-time consumables, regardless of whether the war is won or not, all young adults must be killed, leaving only young children who are less than the height of the wheels to be re-cultivated.

The life sequence of the half-orc is inferior to the orc, so the fecundity is extremely strong, the ordinary female half-orc has 5~6 times of gestation in her life, each time a litter can give birth to seven or eight cubs, and it takes less than five years to start using it, and it takes ten years to officially become an adult, so the orc slave owners never have to worry about too few slaves.

In such an environment, most of the orcs hovered in the first order, a few could get the second order, and even rarer could reach the third order, and once discovered, they would be killed by the slave owner.

To be able to become a legend, the Blood Axe does have the qualifications to be called a half-orc hero, and it is also qualified enough to be called a 'savior'!

The Black Orcs Imperial warriors are all brave warriors, but they were beheaded when they couldn't even hold the first round of attacks against the Blood Axe after falling into a rage.

Standing at the front of the line, the Blood Axe suddenly became the target of the Black Orcs, and a black tide swarmed towards the dazzling blood light, but it was swallowed up in an instant.

Under the rage, every swing of the blood axe can bring up seven or eight blood-colored sharp qi, each sharp qi is 10 feet long and 2 feet wide, shuttling around wantonly, the excellent armor and burly body of the black orc can't stop the sharp qi sweeping at all, and they are cut off one after another.

After two or three rounds of attacks, the Blood Axe was wounded in many places, but no less than a hundred black orcs died under his axe.

The legendary pro has the ability to turn the tide of battle, and seeing that the enemy is still standing and the legend of his own side is not on the scene for a long time, the black orc army has been fighting for a long time, and finally has been shaken.

Seeing this, the Blood Axe immediately roared violently, [War Cry] again!

LOK'T OGA (Fight to the Death)!

With a resolute oath in the ancient orc language, the blood axe slammed into the chest, and the two ends of the battle axe connected to the severed arm teleported out terrifying fluctuations, and swept out in an instant, impacting the raging black torrent.

Tide of raging waves!

The metal sharp qi was stained with boiling blood, and the sudden blast of the blow enveloped all the targets within 50 feet in front of them, like a can of meat sauce that was constantly squeezed, and suddenly exploded when it reached a critical point.

Burst!

The flower of flesh and blood bloomed on the battlefield, bathed in blood, and the black orcs were finally shocked by this terrible orc, and at the same time had to admit their defeat and slowly retreat out of the battlefield.

Repelling the defenders, the half-orcs were greatly emboldened, and under the leadership of the leader, they fought hard to charge, and finally penetrated the interior of the black orc fortress.

……

The huge body collapsed with a bang, and the expression of disbelief remained on the soulless body.

[Kill enemy units, drain life energy, and gain experience points 23400]

Nights are becoming more and more proficient at how to kill legendary units efficiently and safely, and even when guarded, a blade of despair stacked with forty layers of [Madman's Memory] can still easily slash the weapon along with armor, body, soul, and tenacity.

The corpses on the ground gradually dried up and turned to ashes, and the night melted into the night and left again.

Today is destined to be a sleepless night.

……

At dawn, the turmoil finally subsided.

Most of the rebellious slaves were slaughtered, but a significant number escaped, including all orc slaves.

The Black Orcs were furious but powerless to pursue. After a night of unrest, nearly one-eighth of the nearly 8,000-strong army was lost, and another eighth was lying in a hospital bed.

In addition to a quarter of the casualties, the Overseer's death was a terrible loss, and the fort was almost indistinguishable from the ruins after a night of fighting.

With the Overseer killed, the remaining Legion Commanders decided that the army had lost the ability to continue expanding and was unable to contain the area, and that the losses could be even greater if the Orcs attacked again, so they resolved:

The whole army retreats!

They are not alone, the Black Orcs have several armies stationed in the southern part of the continent, building local fortresses and legion fortresses for colonization activities, with the aim of gradually encroaching on the southern continent.

The retreat was temporary, and after them, a larger and better armed legion of Black Orcs would be stationed here.

……

Night, Hull, and the one hundred and eighty-eight surviving orc slaves followed the Bloodaxe back to the Slaves of Liberty' base camp.

The entrance to the camp was a narrow corridor squeezed out of two hills that were very close to each other, and there were nearly twenty life reactions within the range of the light night, all of which were sentinels of the organization.

The deeper you go, the lower the hallway becomes, and the dim light becomes, until you can only see a faint light at the end.

It's the gateway to an underground world!

Looking closely at the mountain wall at night, there are obvious traces of man-made excavation, and there may be many traps lurking inside.

The underground passage is winding and twisting, and the line of sight is restricted, so that those who walk through it for the first time can't tell the direction at all, and Cang Ye's mind gradually builds a complex topographic map like a maze.

Through the underground corridor, a little light flickered at the exit, and after the strong light, what appeared in front of everyone was a vast plain, with dense small villages, countless orcs once again cultivating and toiling.

The plain is surrounded by high mountain barriers, and there is no exit or entrance as far as the eye can see, and it can only be entered and exited through the underground corridor from which you came.

Seeing the surprised expressions of his compatriots, the blood axe grinned:

"Welcome home, my brothers!"

After decades of development, the Free Slaves have a total of more than 5,000 members, of which nearly 3,000 are young adults with combat ability.

New recruits will be assigned a separate tent, which can be set up if they want to live in a hut, and after settling in, the females will take care of the logistics, i.e. farming, animal husbandry, fruit gathering, etc., while the old or young males will also have to do some simple work.

The heaviest of the tasks were the young males, who were farmers, woodcutters, hunters, craftsmen, and rangers during the truce, and warriors when the war broke out.

The new orc slaves all settled down under the leadership of fellow warriors, but Nightnight and Hull were treated differently.

Bloodaxe personally led the two into the largest tent in the village, and when the curtain was lifted, the eyes of the orc leaders were all focused on the two of them.

"Tell me what you're here for, stranger."

The tone of the Blood Axe was not as enthusiastic as before, and the other orc leaders also looked at them with doubt, worry, and jealousy, and even unconcealed killing intent.