"Did you see it?"

"See it."

"The brilliant city in the distance can serve as the foundation for us to gain a foothold in this world."

“Snatch it.”

"No matter how much blood is spent, it is also a necessary sacrifice on the road to success."

“No doubt.”

“…”

Dazaro North.

The drizzle was falling from the dark sky.

The rainy season is about to begin.

The rain water is sprinkled on the ground, no matter whether it is a troll or an orc on the ground, it is still sprinkled on the ground.

There are tents everywhere.

They are all orcs full of fangs.

Trees that have grown for unknown years have been cut down and fallen down, acting as tents and materials for heating in drizzle.

At the same time, cutting down these trees can also make Zandala trolls who are good at hiding in the forest lose the advantage of ambush observation.

The originally dense primeval forest was cut down into a very wide open space, and countless tents were on this open space.

The open space is like the wounds of a forest. The dense tents are pustules on the wounds. The orcs moving in the wounds are bacteria for the forest.

Bacteria sweeping from another world.

In the center of countless orc tents, there is the most prominent and wide tent.

Several tall and strong orcs gathered together to watch the scenes shown to them by the leader Ner's.

In the picture, there is a golden pyramid city full of land, which is hazy and difficult to see clearly under the drizzle.

Its vastness and the number of trolls living in it have fallen into the eyes of orc leaders.

Ner's zombie, surrounded by the middle, looked the youngest, but the orc leaders around him looked older than him, but these orcs were almost the same in size, with their muscles swelling and their figures exploded.

"Our warriors are half over. Our people can also start preparing to come." The young Neozu raised his chin and his fangs turned outward, and he looked confident in Bilu.

"Let them come and enjoy this, the world we have built for them. This world is just a starting point for us, a beginning."

“There is another world.”

His passionate words made the orc leaders around him excited, and everyone raised their hands and clenched their fists.

The blood of evil energy and the power of evil energy flow in their muscles and bones.

The desire for destruction, the desire for killing, stirs in their minds.

Naozu, who brought all this to the orcs, was quite content with his heart.

The lord promised him that he would be the eternal leader of the orcs.

The orcs will also be the invincible legion, destroying and conquering the world among countless stars.

The young Ner's ancestral was previously highly recognized by the elements. This brought him great prestige within the orcs, even though he was actually very young at that time.

However, now, facing the element of weakness and deceptiveness, the young leader believes that this weak power is not what he should have.

Domineering, moving forward and destroying all evil powers are the power you deserve.

Orcs, that's what it should be.

You should not live in the jungle, you should not pick up thunder and dung on the grasslands of Nagran, and you should not fight the brainless Yilong on the cliffs of Goldron.

Conquest and death, slavery and victory should be the eternal belonging of the orcs.

With the belief of winning, the young Ner'ozu led his tribe to cross the world and volunteered to become the striker of those adults.

Let these blue-skinned monsters in the forest become the first target of orcs to conquer and become the first batch of slaves from other worlds of orcs!!

The energetic young leader began to prepare for the next wave of attacks from the orcs.

"How is the Zhan Song clan going? The desolate Gobi Desert should not be their block!"

"Our strength is unstoppable! The Wolf Cavalry sent news that the War Song clan had captured more than 80% of the land in the area called the Wharton Desert in the locals. Only some snake-shaped people were still resisting."

"Tell Golmash and his son whether Hellscream can maintain the reputation of the War Song clan depends on whether they can take that barren land for the orcs within ten sunrises and sunsets!!"

"What about the battle situation in the forest? The speed of advancement cannot satisfy me. The soldiers are almost all coming to this world. We cannot let our soldiers squeeze together. This continent can only be a continent of orcs."

"The cannon fodder that calls themselves blood trolls have very weak combat power. Only our warriors can fight against these blue-skinned monsters. They are tenacious and have strong will. They have more fighting spirit than the weak Delaney."

"Kilrog, your surname has been changed to Death Eye by you. You killed your father and became the chief and brought your tribe into this world. Just to tell me this? Tell me, the warriors of your tribe cannot break through the front line of these blue-skinned monsters?"

"Dead Eyes, we are as young as we are. When I met you at the Kashhag Festival in Nagland, I thought you would be a brave commander."

"Don't let me down. The Blackstone Clan's Black Hand Chief would not say that the enemy was tenacious. He would only think that his warrior was weak and he was not fierce enough!!"

"alright."

After Neozu had admonished a young, strong and brave chief, he looked around the clan chiefs who looked at the eagle and the wolf.

"The people present are all chiefs of various powerful clans. They are all brave warriors, and we are unstoppable!"

"However, the enemy is indeed not a weak sheep. And they are also quite numerous."

Ner's blood-red eyes narrowed.

"Let them come out. Let them take the lead in breaking through the enemy's frontlines and give them destruction and despair."

"We brought them from Delano, not to waste their food."

"Do you think I'm doing this?" Neozu looked at the chiefs around him as if asking for their opinions.

Most orc chiefs bowed their heads and said nothing.

At this time, a strong orc chief whispered: "Chief, will this be a waste? We can let those skeletons first, our warriors are at the back. Those weapons need to be used when sieging the city behind."

"Galard, I remember this is your name. The Chief of Frost Wolf, although the Chief of the Black Hand thinks your clan is beginning to become weak. But I don't think it is, this may be your wisdom."

"Don't worry, Gallard. We have a lot of cards, let them go."

"I have a hunch that the forest will soon become full of water. Until then, we have to live in their city to avoid this annoying heavy rain."

Gallard nodded and retreated.

Looking at the group of chiefs who were older than him and were once stronger than him, now he was begging for his subordinates under his command.

The young Ner's pride is satisfied.

"Let's start!"

“Put them out of the cage.”

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Chapter completed!