Beneath the bearskin, the orc leader was an old, scarred face, his modest body wrapped in heavy chains and numerous spikes piercing his body.

Nights understood their identities the moment they saw each other.

Candlefire Guard, the prototype of the Half-Orc God's Guard in the human world, as long as the gods return, this group of Candlefire Guards will each be reincarnated into throne gods and fight for the gods.

Hull was dazed and overwhelmed, looking at the large number of his compatriots kneeling in front of him.

To be precise, it wasn't Hull who knelt down, but the broken blade on his body, the blade of no regrets.

"My God, I finally see you again!"

The leader of the orcs looked fanatical, and the eyes that looked at Broken Blade contained the excitement and sadness of reuniting old friends.

Hel finally noticed the other party's expression this time, hurriedly took out the Indomitable Blade, and handed it to the orc leader with both hands.

The leader stretched out his hand excitedly but hesitantly, gently rubbing the blade of the knife, as if reminiscing, as if nostalgic...... Those dark, cold and blood-boiling years......

After a moment, the leader withdrew his hand and shook his head, a tired, hoarse voice rumbling in his wind-like throat:

"He has chosen you, and I will inherit it......"

The inheritor didn't seem to understand, but he nodded firmly.

Then, the leader looked at the blood axe, and his expression showed the praise of the seniors for the progressive juniors:

"You are the future of the race."

This candleflame god guard who has lived for an unknown number of years sees the qualities of a natural hero in the blood axe, and the prototype of that person.

The blood axe grinned and laughed heroically:

"Thank you!"

This Candlefire Guardian officially joined the ranks of the Slaves of Freedom, along with a number of orc slaves who had escaped from the Blackblade Shack, numbering in the thousands.

As for the compatriots who defected, the leaders were full of joy to accept all the orders, not caring at all about the logistical burden that would be greatly increased by this. But...... This is an orc.

……

The Blackblade Clan is aware of the mass exodus of slaves, and some of the fleeing Hunters and Vultures and other indigenous slaves attack the Blackbladed Orcs who guard them with a hatred of being enslaved.

The territory of the orc clan is very vast, although there is only one large tribe, but except for the fanged fortress where the great chief and military leader live, and the totem holy land where the high priest and shaman prophet live, which are large clan settlements, most of the orcs are scattered in various corners of the territory in the village mode.

It took time for the scattered forces to gather, and thus gave time for the slave revolt to spread.

When the Great Chief got up from the felt bed, which was covered with comfortable wolf and bear skins, he was furious when he heard the news, and slashed dozens of slaves with his favorite weapon, the Dragon Slayer.

"A bunch of filthy brutes! Fearless scumbags, I'm going to skin them alive! I'm going to have my pets eat all their bones! ”

Inside the Fangs Fortress, the roar of the Great Chief heralded the early arrival of the Great Hunt, and all the military leaders responded to the Chief with a howl, each carried away by blindness and bloodthirsty desires.

This is the orc that was designed as a weapon, and under the guidance of the god of wisdom, the Blackblade Clan is not only rich in the Sword Master, but also the Blackblade Wise is also a well-known character.

But with the rebellion of the gods, the blackblade clans, who felt that they had been abandoned, became more and more dissatisfied and resentful of the gods in their lives of exile and precariousness, and eventually they also turned away from the gods and destroyed all worship related to the gods, including the wisdom he bestowed on the clan.

The Blackblade Clan has abandoned their wisdom, that is, their brains, and become as ignorant and ignorant fools as ordinary orcs.

Inside the Totem Sanctuary.

The High Priest was a rare early morning and was enjoying his breakfast leisurely, when a harpy witch with a beautiful face, a slender figure, bound to the table, and a look of horror and despair on her face.

The High Priest, who had just torn off a leg and was listening to the screams of food, received a report from his priests.

"Slave revolt? Just let the chief take care of this little thing, and don't bother me! ”

The High Priest rudely interrupted his men's briefing, kicked it impatiently, and opened his bloody mouth to bite into one of the Harpy's wings, wanting to hear more screams.

The priest carefully got up from the ground, came to the high priest, and respectfully said:

"In addition to the slave rebellion, our warriors also spotted the Black Orcs while patrolling the periphery of the territory......"

The news made the high priest chew his mouth, and then crushed the harpy's neck, and got up and went to the Hall of the Ancestral Spirits, where the shaman prophet was already waiting.

Black orcs are formidable opponents, and they need guidance from the ancestral totem gods.

……

The pursuers of the Alpine Clan hovered over the edge of the Blackblade Clan's territory, not daring to approach.

For them, they are the lord-level forces in the core domain of the Southern Continent, but the Black Blade Clan is the real overlord, with a powerful power to compete with the orc clans of the Central Great Plains, which is far from being comparable to these small shrimps.

Entering the territory of other clans at will is an undying shame, and once discovered, the Takayama clan will be wiped out as a result.

Fear, fear, anger and reluctance haunt the hunter's mind.

In the dilemma, the army from the alliance of the three warlords of Ugmar has already arrived, the vanguard army has entered the territory of the Black Blade Clan first, and the three armies have also crossed the riot area and launched a general attack on the entire unconquered area.

The Alpine clan was unlucky, they encountered the largest number of the Black Orcs in the three-way army, totaling hundreds of thousands, and the commander was the young warlord of the Ondu warlord, 'Demon Skull Hammer' Kaman Hunting Soul.

The barbarian legions, which were vassals, swarmed up in the first moment, surrounding the Alpine clan with a numerical advantage.

In order to hunt down the orcs, the three major tribes of the Gaoshan clan gathered nearly 10,000 hunting troops in less than a few days after the war, frantically chasing down the 'inferior species' who dared to humiliate the great orc clan.

Their tribe has long been crushed by the iron hooves of the Empire, and they are the only remaining seeds of the clan, but unfortunately, these seeds of hope are also being extinguished today.

The Barbarian Legion is a coordinated combat force that has been trained by the Empire for thousands of years, with strong individual combat power and a certain sense of army, but it can only barely maintain an unbroken array in the face of the tribal orcs with more powerful individual combat power.

Next to strike were the mercenaries.

The sword fighters brutally cultivated in the Dark Country, the maze guard legion of the Minotaurs, are almost equal to the black orcs in terms of individual combat power, and are absolutely loyal to their slave owners.

Also from the Dark Country, as the master of the dark underworld, the Dark Elves are different from the High Elves, each of them grew up in bloody and brutal battles, the Dark Elf Warrior is a special racial advancement of the Sword Dancer (Third Order), and the combat skills in swordsmanship have a bloody beauty, and at the same time have both [Killing Science] and [Killing Art].

As mercenaries, the forces of the Dark Nation cooperated with the attack of the barbarian legions, and in an instant, the precarious situation was brought back.

Elite soldiers such as wolf fighters and war messengers fell one by one, and the leader of the mountain in the brutal slaughter felt the chill of the cold, and fear appeared for the first time in his bloodthirsty desire.

If you stay any longer, you will all die!

The fear of death made the legendary leader want to flee the battlefield as if he were mad, and the barbarian warriors, labyrinth guards, or Dark Elf warriors who tried to stop him were knocked away.

As if he had seen something interesting, Kaman Hunter muttered to himself in a voice he could hear:

"Legendary souls, that's enough."

Before the mountain leader who had escaped from the battlefield could rejoice in his survival, suddenly a pitch black sky filled his head, and the dark colors flashed a little reddish, and a few rows of fine sharp teeth could be faintly seen at the edges.

A huge war hammer rained down from the sky and smashed the mountain leader into meatloaf on the spot.

The warhammer is black and red, the handle is covered with black scales, and the hammer head is a huge demon head, with dozens of horns that curve back and forth on its head, and its mouth is wide open, chewing on minced meat on the ground.

This warhammer is alive!