Central Great Plains.

The core of the Orc Sanctuary Oak Domain connects the four poles, but the territory is more than ten times that of the four continental plates combined, magnificent and vast.

There are more than 10,000 orc clans hunting on this big tribe, and countless tribes have spawned within their clans, among which there are nearly 100 forces that are qualified to be recognized as big clans and big tribes.

Half a year ago, the Wugmar Orcs invaded the old land where the Father once lived, and 20 of the 66 warlords in the first wave of the attack launched an attack on the Great Plains.

Although it is an attack, the real strategic purpose is to hold the border between the Great Plains and the Western Continent - the Great Rift Valley of the 'Thunder and Lightning Wound', and buy enough time for the warlords behind him to conquer the entire territory of the Western Continent.

The western continent and the central continent are separated by a continental fault zone spanning 28,000 kilometers, and beneath the deep valley is the Shimmering Sea, which is connected by a natural stone bridge less than 200 meters wide, stretching for 90 kilometers.

In the creation myth of the orcs, the god of wisdom betrayed the great tyrannical lord and broke out into an unimaginable great war in the once magnificent and vast plains.

Eventually, the God of Wisdom built the bridge of the world and left the Oak Domain, and the angry tyrannical lord broke the world bridge with a blood-stained thunderbolt, and the broken bridge hit the continent, causing the plate to break and expand in the future, creating a fault zone that spanned hundreds of thousands of kilometers from north to south, and also split the western continent and the central great plain.

Perhaps the tyrannical god reserved the last shred of mercy and toppled a mountain peak to connect the two broken continents, giving the poor clan implicated by the wrath of the god a way home.

In reality, however, the Western Continent is the final exile of a large number of disadvantaged tribes and exiles from the gods in the tribal struggle of the Central Great Plains, and the Western Continent means 'the end of the world' in the orc language family.

But in fact, the orc clans of the Western Continent are far away from the whirlpool of war in the Great Plains, and under the long-term development, the seeds of civilization have sprouted, and today, thousands of years later, a unified and independent orc kingdom has been born.

The Orc Kingdom's 'War Roar' territory spread throughout the Western Continent, and after breaking away from the ignorant and backward clan and tribal system, the kingdom flourished through slavery, and its population once reached 60 million.

There was no so-called clan and tribe division, and the main group of 'War Roar' was the 'Orc-Men', and the enslaved were called 'Brute Orcs', that is, the Great Plains exiles who later fled to the Western Continent.

Without God's 'mercy', it is ironic that the orcs, who were developed as weapons of war, were able to create a state system on their own.

The invasion of the Wugmar Orcs put an end to the glory of the roar of war, and the first 18 warlords, the later 33 warlords, and millions of wolf-like Imperial legions completely ravaged and trampled on the orc race that had given birth to the 'Kingdom Seed'.

In half a year, nearly half of the kingdom has fallen, and the black orcs who have built a group of fortresses in the fallen area have completed the world coordinates, lit the lighthouse, and guided the way for the arrival of the second batch of the main forces of the empire in the dark and endless etheric sea.

The fate of the war roar was sealed from the beginning, they were God's forsaken people!

The coming war will burn even harder, spreading across the entire continent and burning the so-called Orc Sanctuary to the ground!

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In the midst of the chaos, the orcs who wandered between the two camps soon reached the edge of the Blackblade Clan.

The clan was on the verge of extinction under the onslaught of the Black Orcs, and any frantic counterattack would only invite even heavier pain, like a dying beast roaring in despair.

In the midst of the chaos, the 'slaves of freedom' took the opportunity to strengthen themselves and free more of their enslaved compatriots. Soon, the size of the team reached tens of thousands, and fortunately, it continued to accumulate at a snowballing rate.

Slave emancipation, after the tyranny of slavery has been vented, followed by confusion, guiding slaves so that they have the mentality of a sound free man is the work that slaves of freedom should do.

Now, they have not yet escaped from the trap and have only one thought to hand over to their compatriots.

"Fight for God! Fight for the Orcs! You are no longer driven to fight like an animal! Fight for yourself! ”

The roar of the blood axe filled the audience, instantly igniting the insensitive hearts of the slaves, and the brief confusion was temporarily suppressed by the sword soldiers in their hands.

Even though I don't know what to do in the future, just follow this person.

The Blood Axe is a natural orc hero, but also a rare clan leader, with great charisma and a natural ability to tame people, even the Blade of the Flails.

The passage of time and the unbearable memories have caused the orc leader to abandon his former name, and now live only as the 'Blade of the Flails', the blade of the shackles, whose edge will be locked forever until the shackles are shattered.

In fact, every Candleflame Guardian has abandoned their names, and even if they join the ranks of the Slaves of Freedom, they are the best of the best.

Soluster, dreary and silent all day long, not conversing with other orcs, not accepting food offerings, and in the middle of the night one could hear a bitter and oppressive roar coming from their dwellings.

Hull didn't know what the seniors had been through, but he knew that the responsibility on his shoulders was heavier.

The Blade of the Flail personally trained Hull, a guard who wielded an exaggerated shield and axe, had an astonishing knowledge of Juggernaut's skills, especially when he used the battle axe as a blade to easily cut off the [Thousand Year Moment] he emitted.

"Your blade is too sharp, and the light is too shining, but this is at the cost of burning your own life, and if you don't have a strong enough body, such an attack will only ruin you!"

For some purpose, the Flails trained Hel with harsh and almost ruthless methods, more accumulating than the old Juggernaut's, and almost always pushing Hull to the brink of death.

Nightshade had watched Hull's training several times, but more often than not, he had turned his attention to the Blade of the Flails.

From this orc, or rather, all the Candlefire Guardians, the night felt that their life was about to burn out, like a broken candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any time.

But before they were extinguished, they still maintained their most vigorous combat power, and the most terrifying thing was the Blade of the Flails, a figure that they could not see through, at least there was no record of this person in the database.

The twist of fate, the story he once knew had changed, at least, the 'Dragon Prince' who tried his best to take revenge on Caligula has disappeared from this world forever.

The purpose of the Dragon Prince is to resurrect, and the existence of the Night Dragon Teng is only for himself.

The night remembered his real name, the symbol of despair 'Nidhogg', perhaps, the meaning of his existence is to let this true dragon named Nidhog fulfill his fate.

The crisis is inexplicably coming.

The night raised her head, and at some point, the flail blade was already standing in front of her.

The old orc's eyes were cloudy but terrifying, and he looked at the night, and his hoarse voice echoed in the ears of the night:

"Young man, your disguise can deceive others, but it can't deceive me, you are not from our people!"

The surface of the night was silent, but the palm of his hand quietly held the hilt of the black knife.