Archdemon

Wilderness.

In a pioneering base.

This base has developed quite well, and it has become the size of a small town. Half of the residents living here are former clan orcs.

The other half are aliens from underground.

For clan orcs, coming to the wilderness is a real hardship.

But for these indigenous aliens underground, whether they are kobolds, goblins, or other orcs, etc.

That is a real good thing.

What can they eat in the underground world?

It's nothing more than mushrooms growing on stones. If you want to eat meat, it can only be enjoyed by professionals.

And even if you can eat meat, the taste of the meat is not good.

But when these underground races were migrated to the surface and came to this wilderness, although they couldn't adapt to the sunlight at first, after adapting, they realized that life on the surface was so happy.

Many of the underground races that migrated to the surface were once the ruling families of the underground city, and there were some poor underground races.

The original ruling families of the underground city were all relocated to the city of Iva after Huo Ling conquered the underground world.

Huo Ling believed in the principle of strong trunk and weak branches in the underground. Now the city of Iva is almost overcrowded, so Huo Ling moved them up.

After all, to open up a wilderness, it is not enough to rely on the poor underground aliens, but also requires certain professionals.

In such a small town of the pioneering point.

Half are orcs and half are underground aliens.

The two support each other in such a wilderness that is not considered safe, and their lives are still acceptable.

When the morning sun shines down.

Some people who went out to work were surprised to find that a magic crystal appeared on the notice board of the town, and a scene was being played.

Magic crystals and this kind of scene are not unfamiliar to everyone in the pioneering point, because policies and orders from the marquisate are often issued through this.

So soon, many people gathered in front of the notice board.

In the scene, there is a figure, a human affairs officer, who is pointing at a pile of corpses behind him and saying something excitedly.

"Recently, your majesty has found the remnants of the Orc Empire who have fled. These remnants that hindered the happiness of the Donghe Marquisate and the Orcs did not escape your majesty's pursuit in the end!"

"All the remnants of the Orcs, from legends to gold ranks, have been killed!"

"Next, let's take a look at the bodies of these remnants of the Orc Empire!"

"First, we see the former royal family of the Orc Empire, the legend of the Skull-Broken Clan, and the other remnants of the Skull-Broken Clan who escaped..."

After an orc saw this magical scene, he heard the story inside and looked at the bodies of legendary orcs.

He pointed at the corpses in the picture, his fingers trembling.

He has seen the bodies of the legends of his former clan, as well as the bodies of those of the gold-rank and sanctuary-rank clansmen.

Originally, these orcs were all powerful men in the clan, but now, they were like dead dogs, casually placed on the ground, and recorded by the magic scene.

Anger, humiliation, panic, are not enough to describe the mood of this orc.

None of the orcs who saw this magic scene looked good.

Some even had angry faces, and their eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Some orcs and underground aliens left after watching, they had already sensed the coming storm.

Some orcs had red faces, and they seemed to want to kill people in anger, but the entire pioneering point also had garrisons.

And this garrison was composed of professionals who migrated from the undead and underground races.

The same situation happened in many pioneering points, and even among the soldiers of the pioneering corps.

The news that the settlements could see was naturally passed on by their army.

However, a large number of undead soldiers and undead strongmen arrived with this news.

As the remaining orcs were all killed, the entire pioneering corps was in an uproar.

Although these soldiers had been incorporated into the combat troops, and many of the people around them were not their own people.

But this time it was not the legend of a certain clan that was killed, but the legends of all clans were killed.

Ordinary orc soldiers were fine, but those who had a slightly higher status in the past were extremely sad and angry.

On that day, countless orcs were crying, and the hope they had always hidden in their hearts completely disappeared.

In a military camp.

The highest commander here was a saint of the orc clan, but he did not have a high status in the former orc tribe.

When he received the news that all the orc legends had died in battle, thisShengyu sat dejectedly in his office.

His mood was hard to describe. When the former legend and many tribesmen evacuated from the clan, he was not notified.

Later, he and some other Shengyu were captured by Huo Ling, forced to sign a master-servant contract and became slaves.

During this period, he had been leading the troops to fight against the monsters on the front line, trying to open up the wilderness and control the casualties of the troops.

He had also imagined what kind of form he would take if the legend of the Orc clan launched a counterattack.

Now, there is no need to think about it at all. Even the legend is dead, and there is no chance of counterattack.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the office, and the door was pushed open. Shengyu looked up and saw several gold-level warriors from the former clan.

Whether it was the warriors of their former clan, or the gold-level warriors of other clans.

The orc sanctuary's face darkened, and he shouted: "How can you be so flustered!"

A gold-level warrior of the clan held a sharp blade, his eyes were red, and he looked painful. He said in a hoarse voice: "Sir, lead us to rebel! Many legends have died in the battle, and we don't want to live like this!"

"Sir, rebel!"

These warriors were excited, whether they were gold-level or silver-level warriors, they were all shouting.

The Saint warrior sighed and said, "Even many legends died in the battle, what's the point of your rebellion? Don't you think about yourself or your family members who stayed in the ancestral land?"

The face of the leading gold-level warrior changed drastically. He drew his sword angrily, pointed the blade at the Saint and roared:

"What do you mean!"

"Do you want to be a slave to your enemies for the rest of your life!"

"Coward!"

The Saint warrior's face tightened, he stood up suddenly, and the fighting spirit on his body exuded a majestic momentum, directly knocking away the group of warriors blocking the door.

"I only wish the rest of the tribesmen to be safe!"

After the Saint said this, he started a massacre and killed all the radical half-orc warriors who were about to rebel.