I became the ancestor of the blood clan

"President, what is the mission?"

"The Scarlet Mage Tower has established a magic scroll research department, which is specially used to research and improve magic scrolls.

They are planning to recruit an adventurer industry to develop. Li De looked at Zhao Yue with burning eyes, "We can find a few Crimson Moon players to participate in it...

Of course, it is not necessary to determine the candidates right now. You can evaluate for a period of time and then hand over the list of personnel to me. "

Improving the magic scroll is a very systematic project. After Wei Na proposed to recruit players to participate in the development last time, Li De set his sights on the crimson moon.

After all, fat and water don't flow to outsiders, so his control over other players is naturally not as good as that of Crimson Moon.

Wei Na didn't know how much control she had over the player, but it was enough for him to know.

Especially if Crimson Moon players join in the development of improved magic scrolls, not only can they provide a lot of information to the data analysis department, but the data analysis department can also use modern supercomputers to analyze and speed up improvements.

This makes for a perfect interaction.

In this way, Crimson Moon can quickly integrate into "Glory" with the knowledge provided by the Scarlet Mage Tower, and the Scarlet Mage Tower can also use the power of the earth to speed up the development of magic scrolls.

The two sides use their respective advantages to carry out rapid development.

This state of complementary advantages is an idea that Li De has been conceiving before.

The difference is that he needed to do this in person before, and once he was busy with other things, this matter would come to a standstill.

But if the player participates in it, then the communication between Scarlet Mage Tower and Crimson Moon will no longer rely on him, and will become closer.

This is not an exchange between two forces, but a mutual cooperation and knowledge exchange between two worlds.

Li De is still looking forward to what effect it will have.

Chapter 339 There Are Gods Who Are Not Dead, Ancient Blasphemy

Bang Dang~ Bang Dang~

The orc with a bare upper body held a huge hammer and slammed it on the boulder on the ground, sparks shot out.

Two cooperating coolies behind him immediately stepped forward to move the broken stones away, and one of them paused for a moment, wanting to take a few breaths.

Seeing this scene, the furious orc supervisor waved the whip in his hand and made a sound of piercing the air, snapping directly behind the resting orc coolie, adding a new scar of blood to his naked upper body.

Looking up, the back of the orc coolie was already stained with blood, and the dense scars were like dry and rotten scorched earth from hell, which made people feel terrified. No one could imagine how much pain he had suffered.

The wailing of the orc coolies elicited no mercy.

"Damn rebel slaves!! If you delay the order of His Royal Highness, I will use an iron whip made of steel to beat you hard on the back!!"

The voice of an orc overseer with huge tusks roared over the ground-breaking worksite.

Raising the line of sight to the sky, looking down from above, it can be clearly seen that there are more than 5 orc coolies densely packed in this area with a width of thousands of blades.

These coolies, who only wore animal skin skirts, held sharp-nosed hoes, huge gravel hammers, and various tools for digging rocks.

It seems to dig through the earth.

bang~

bang~

This piece of land has been sunken nearly a thousand blades deep compared to the surrounding ground, but it seems that the digging will never stop.

No one knows how long they are going to dig.

These orc coolies captured by the army from various tribes in the barren wasteland are like machines that never sleep, always digging.

On the wooden bell tower about two hundred blades away from the construction site, a strong figure was overlooking all of this.

Shahram Rageblood roars.

The prince of the Orc Empire, this young prince inherited the glorious surname of his ancestors - Roaring Blood.

Howl of Blood is a legendary title engraved in orc lore.

This title used to shine in the ancient times hundreds of millions of years ago, when orcs were still ruling the main plane of glory, and humans had not yet risen.

When the abyss was shattered and darkness descended on the earth, the legendary orc king known by the orcs as Roaring Blood led all the orc warriors into the abyss.

The Beast King smashed the twelve planes of the abyss in succession and became an eternal legend.

Although the Beast King was killed by the Abyss Demon God in the end, the name Roar of Raging Blood still became the eternal banner in the hearts of the Beastmen.

And the descendant of the legendary beastman king changed his surname to the legendary title—Roaring Blood.

This is the glory of the orcs, this is the greatness of the ancestors.

"My lord, I have already felt the mystery of the underground burial.

That force is almost gushing out, and that is what we dream of.

That is the only and eternal greatness! "

Wearing an armor sewn with the scales of extraordinary monsters, with a height of 2.5 blades, the orc prince Shahram Raging Blood Roared like a little giant. Hearing these words, he slightly turned his head and looked at the speaker beside him.

The huge lion's head is like a legendary ancient life. What is even more eye-catching is that his chin is not the mane of a lion, but five gray tentacles like an octopus.

The tentacles were as long as half a blade, touching from his chin to his chest, sending out trembling energy fluctuations between his slight swings.

The Curse of Raging Blood is a curse handed down from the bloodline of their ancestors. As long as they belong to the bloodline of the Roaring Blood Roaring family, their appearance will become this deformed appearance forever.

But in line with Prince Shahram's arrogance, those five gray tentacles were full of aura, not only did not reduce his points, but added a bit of palpitating strength.

Shahram looked at the shaman beside him with a pair of pure white eyes, his tone was indifferent.

"Hurry up, Trevor!

This is already the tenth time I have heard you say this, but there is still no trace.

Trevor, tell me, are you cheating on me? ! "

The orc language echoed in the air, and the hidden anger made the surrounding orc guards lower their heads in unison, not daring to look directly at their king.

The shaman Trevor, who was wearing an ancient robe made of animal skins, looked straight into the prince's eyes, those pure white eyes had no other color.

"My lord, I have already felt that breath, it is the breath of a god, it is a real god...

This relic handed down by the gods may really contain unimaginable power! "

God? ? ?

The huge wooden bell tower suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and those strong guards lowered their heads even deeper. This is not a secret they should listen to.

In this city, there is buried an ancient relic left by a god... If this news gets out, it may cause shocks throughout the border.

"Trevor...we've been digging for far too long..."

Shahram's tone was a bit deep.

"Our broken artifact still has half a year at most. After half a year, we will no longer be able to hide the aura inside it... Believe me, if those damned humans notice the existence of the god's relic, they will definitely take action to snatch it !!

Those damned, dirty, greedy and disgusting lives are the biggest scourge in this world! "

Trevor lowered his head, "My lord, I will never go wrong when I find the key from the relics of my ancestors.

The city of Lisle was established 3000 years ago because the royal family of Lisle wanted to seize the remains of the gods under this land, but it was just because they were defeated too quickly and did not have time to dig.

My lord, believe me, this is a relic worth exploring at all costs, it is the future of the orcs! "

The shaman Trevor with a pair of pure white eyes looked at Shahram solemnly, as if remembering something, he took out something from his bosom, then stretched out his right hand, slightly loosened the clenched wolf paw, and a The blue gemstone pendant appeared in front of Shahram.

The moment this pendant was revealed, an aura that seemed to have been passed down from ancient times permeated the air.

All the people on the bell tower felt chills in their backs at this moment, as if they were being targeted by an abyssal demon.

There was a dead silence in the air.

The souls of the lower-level orc guards around were trembling even at this moment.

That aura is the coercion from the deepest part of the heart, it is an eternal existence, it is an ancient god.

Shahram saw the five gray octopus-like tentacles on his chin stirring, and a faint blue energy attached to them, instantly turning the tentacles into pure blue.

"That's the feeling...

gods...

There is divine power bred in it, and the surging divine power fascinates people..."

Shahram took a deep look at Trevor, "Put it away."

He didn't take possession of the blue gem that contained divine power, which was not something he could control now.

His five tentacles are the curse of the Abyss Demon God, but also the blessing of his ancestors, because his root tentacles can easily distinguish various energies.

The gemstone in Trevor's hand contained shocking divine power, and before that, Trevor even found a map containing ancient mysteries in the gemstone, and the center point of that map was the city of Lisle.

Shahram once sneaked into the city of Lisle to investigate, and discovered the mysterious fluctuation in the ground that fits with the power of the pendant.

It was for this reason that he would spare no effort to capture the city of Lisle.

Because, there are relics of the gods here.

He could perceive the surging power of the underground world through the gemstone containing divine power.

For this day, he has been preparing for ten years...

The king of the orcs is old, and if he doesn't have enough strength, how can he be crowned king under the watchful eyes of his younger brothers.

The orc's crown will only belong to him - the mighty Shahram Bloodfury roars! !

At the moment when Shahram was about to turn around and leave, there was a bang~a crisp knocking sound across time and space, resounding indiscriminately in everyone's eardrums.

An orc coolie seemed to chisel through some indescribable boundary.

A moment later, an indescribably terrifying aura permeated the air, and blue light spewed out from a certain earth's core into the sky.

A faint blue beam of light pierced the sky, like an ancient god revived, and the world seemed to be trampled underfoot at this moment.

darkest hour.

In the center of the ruined city of Lisle, all the orc coolies stopped their movements and knelt down to the area erupting blue light under the majesty of the sky.

"The great beast god has come!!"

"Beast God, please forgive your people..."

"My God..."

Shahram took two steps forward abruptly, clutching the oak railing tightly with both hands, leaning forward, staring down firmly.

baah~

After the blue light rose, it seemed like something was broken.

An indescribable, indescribable, and intangible existence seemed to seep out of the faint blue light.

Fear descended upon the land.

Even Shahram felt that his soul was stiff under that power at this moment, his breathing was quickening, and Huishan's tentacles turned blue in the blink of an eye.

"God..." With difficulty, he protruded a word from his mouth, looking at the faint blue light in the sky, his face became more and more ugly.

But just for a moment when the blue light shone on the sky and the earth, a phantom of a blood-red cloak suddenly flew out from the gap, but in the blink of an eye, the blood-red cloak forcibly held the ghostly place like the palm of a god. The blue light is covered again.

In the sky, the extremely terrifying aura disappeared without a trace in a short moment.

Like nothing happened.

But just when Shahram relaxed a little, an indescribable sound that seemed to come from ancient times echoed in the sky.

"Plague and death were there, plague and death are today, and always will be plague and death."

"He is eternity, he is the past, he existed in the past, he also exists in the present, he is the ruler of plague and death, he is the spreader of disease and destruction.

He is eternal, He is the only one, He will not die, He will live forever, He will also be born again..."

It was the same ancient blasphemy as the mouth of the gods, it was the purest blasphemy, and it was an extremely evil language that was rejected by the main plane.

The sky and the earth fell into unspeakable fear and darkness at the moment when the blasphemy sounded.

The densely packed orc peons were insane at this moment, and their sanity was instantly swallowed by the blasphemous words.

A bloody, brutal, chilling killing began.

Tens of thousands of orc laborers took up the gravel hammers in their hands, and killed each other with mining tools.