The Eagle's Nest, where the mountains converge, was originally a resting place for giant eagles, but one day, a terrible monster came here.

Some people say that it is a cloud swallower and a fog spitter, expelling all the air in the chest cavity, forming a thick green mist that covers the sky and the sun, covering the sky.

The green mist corrupts plants, corrupts life, and some speculate that it will eventually corrode the entire world;

It is also said that it is the Twister of Life, who created incredible insects to corrupt creatures and completely twist them, transforming them into humanoid leopards with pitch-black fur, tireless, fearless of death, pure children of the night, unable to walk in the sun, but now it seems that a new breed that is not afraid of the sun has been born;

Some say it is the enslaver of evil, who creates evil things and enslaves them to become their leader, their head, their monarch......

The orcs call it the Plaguebringer, that is, he destroyed the Blade.

"It's a willful evil god who wants to dominate this place and let that filthy monster take over it, and he gives us only one choice from beginning to end......"

"There is no choice, join them!"

Karis's voice was intensely excited and unwilling, angry and helpless.

The Plaguebringers had captured the Eagle's Nest a month earlier, corrupted all the Eagles, and ordered them to join the Leopard Clan in attacking the Clan's outpost fortress halfway up the mountain.

After a whole month, the fortress was finally breached, and the blades moved deeper again.

This happened three days ago, and Karis was one of the teams responsible for the break.

At this point, it is clear that the creator of the leopard people is the plaguebringer, and the orcs, despite their great hatred of it, still show the fear they deserve, almost like they treat the evil gods.

Nightly has tested the composition of the green mist, and has also dissected the leopard people, which contain substances that should not exist in the Oak Domain, so the plague bringer is an outsider like himself.

Although they have not really understood the strength of the other party yet, it is impossible to reach the height of the gods, because the arrival of the otherworldly gods will definitely not escape the attention of the orc gods, and it will be difficult for true gods, pseudo-gods, demigods, and even mythical otherworldly creatures to bypass the orc gods and sneak into their territory.

Despite the heavy casualties, the Blades managed to escape, but they were left homeless.

The continuous ups and downs of emotions, the grief and anger of the Blood Tooth are all tamed by reason, and in the final analysis, the control of self-willpower of legendary professionals is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Anyway, let's join the Blade first."

The Blood Fang said a flat word, and then used his demeanor as the leader of the Candlefire Divine Guard, and assigned everyone to advance in groups.

The attacks of the leopard people were endless, but many of them were annihilated by the conscious precautions and ambushes of the night and the blood fangs, and many of them also joined up with several other broken teams.

The most tragic battlefield was at the foot of the mountain, where three falcon knights led the last hundred elites of the fierce blades to resist the onslaught of seventy leopard men for several days.

Only thirteen of the hundred warriors survived, and in the end, they waited for the help of their compatriots from faraway lands.

Stigmata: Blade of Wrath!

The enraged Sage poured out all his might, and the vast blade of light nearly split the entire battlefield in two, and the leopard attackers suffered heavy losses and were routed on the spot.

In the air, several black-winged eagles entangled in green gas suddenly fell, aiming their deformed beaks at the Sage.

The night ascended to the sky in one step, and the knife of the scales struck the sky.

The chilling arc light sliced through the disorganized blades, and none of the mutant eagles were spared, all of them were slashed in two.

The last of the Blade's elites were finally saved, and the Blood Fang looked back at the warriors behind him.

The total number of Broken Blade warriors was 1,800, but now there were less than 300 left, and in their mouths, the only remaining population of the clan was less than 20,000.

The three remaining falcon knights jumped off their mounts and came to pay homage to the Sage.

Each knight wears armor made of feathers as hard as the steel of a giant eagle, and the helmet stretches forward like an eagle's long hooked beak.

The leader is the captain of the Falcon Knight, a third-order knight, whose strength is not much different from that of Hel before the transformation of the Sage, and may even be a step higher.

There was no time left for greetings, and the Sage immediately ordered:

"Take us to the clan!"

……

The Eagle's Nest, the top of the mountains sent into the clouds, the place shrouded in green mist, after some evil god-like being settled, can be heard every night with a heart-chilling scream.

The evil mutated giant eagle landed beside its former lair, guarding the mountain cloud hall like a sculpture, and its eyes did not have any sense of agility, as if it had lost its life.

The screams came out again, as if with intense anger and unwillingness, echoing through the mountains in an unknown language.

If you were present at night, you would be able to recognize such languages.

This is the language of hell, the universal language of demons.

"Damn the Rapoo Devil! Damn God! Damn Loki El! ”

The shuddering being roared in hellish language, and the roar was like thunder, shaking the entire cloud hall, and it seemed that the tremor of the mountain top could be faintly felt.

Reaching inside, a thick green mist shrouded the entire Cloud Palace.

There are behemoths rampage inside, desperately holding their heads and rolling around, knocking down stone pillars one by one.

Finally, the roars and crashes ended, replaced by exhausting gasps.

The Plaguebringer walked out of the lair, his eyes spewing green fire, staring at his tame men under his claws, and muttered to himself:

"Not enough! That's not enough! ”

"That's not enough to sustain my revenge plans...... Oh! By the way, take over the entire filthy orc world, turn all the orcs into my dolls, and take revenge on the Rapoo demon and the damned god of games! ”

"I, the Helllord Mestrone, will make a comeback!"

With a roar, the Lord of Hell chanted his incantation.

Green light appeared on the ground, intertwining with each other to form a strange and complex magic array.

The light and shadow of the black insects curled up into spheres appeared, and the statue-like mutated eagles finally moved, and they spread their claws, grabbed a large number of insects and flew out of the mountain, scattering them in the jungle.

The bugs will parasitize themselves into suitable targets, transforming them into walking corpse-like beings, becoming dolls for the plaguebringers to play with.

After outlining hundreds of magic arrays in a row, the Hell Lord nodded with satisfaction.

"It's time to check out my cute little ones and hopefully they will bring me good news."

"Orcs and half-orcs are more valuable than fragile goblins, and they are good materials for making dolls!"

A plague raven with four wings flew from outside the mountain and reported to its owner with a loud purring sound.

Assault from the Outer Ring...... Dolls lose a lot of ...... Escape of the Orc Tribe......

A series of bad news caused the Helllord to let out a roar of rage, and he crushed the 177th Raven Messenger he had created.

"Anger me Meströn, lowly orc, you will pay for it!"