Chapter 912 · War Begins (Part 1)

To the north of the main plane is a vast grassland occupied by the Orc Empire. There are naturally mountains and water on the grassland, as well as hills and canyons. There is a canyon that seems inconspicuous at first glance, but it is incredibly deep. It takes a long time to climb down along the steep cliffs to reach the bottom of the canyon. If you estimate carefully, you will find that the height of the bottom of the canyon is even deeper than the seabed in many places.

According to common sense, this deep valley should be dark and rocky. But in fact, it is not. The bottom of the canyon is a flat grassland, and there is the sun in the daytime and the moon and stars at night in the sky. If you can't see the steep mountain walls in the distance, you will doubt whether you are in the grassland outside.

All of this is naturally the work of the great gods.

The distribution of magic concentration in the main plane is the lowest at sea level, and it increases continuously upward and downward. Therefore, the magic in the sky and underground is the most concentrated. This canyon has a very low terrain, and the magic concentration is naturally very high, which is most suitable for those powerful creatures to live.

So when the orc gods discovered this place, they transformed it and turned it into their residence.

When the orc gods were just born, most of them lived here for a while. And when the goddess of life had not yet built the great barrier covering the main plane, this was the residence of the main god of the orc lineage. So later, this place became the holy land of the orcs.

Until now, there are still orc gods living here - as long as their strength does not reach the weak divine power, the gods can move freely in the main plane.

The orc god currently living here is the fox god of temperance. This god has been deified for about 500 years and is the youngest among the orc gods. Since he was deified, he has replaced the predecessors who originally lived here and became the guardian of this holy land.

For those who know this place, this small valley grassland has an exciting name.

The temple.

The "holy temple" of the orcs is not like some anime works, with towering temples and wonderful zodiac signs. In addition to a spacious open-air hall, there are only some scattered and messy thatched houses. Those who have reached the peak of legend and want to step into the demigod realm, or those who have become demigods but are keen on cultivation and are too lazy to go out, live in these slightly dilapidated thatched houses.

They have nothing to do except practice. It is quiet and peaceful here, without any external disturbances. There are gods as teachers, and friends with similar levels can discuss and learn from each other. It is the best place for practice.

But practice is just a process, not a goal. The reason why the orcs keep practicing is to become stronger and to fight.

Practice and become stronger, so that you can fight better.

Now is the time to fight.

The doors of the huts were pushed open, and many orcs with old faces but bright eyes walked out of the huts and gathered in the open-air hall, facing the god who was emitting a faint glow and looking up at the sky.

When they all gathered together, the young god nodded and asked, "Are you all ready?"

"All ready!"

"Ready to fight at any time!"

"I can't wait to chop off a lot of human heads!"

"Yes, I can hear my beloved knife cheering for blood!"

...

All kinds of answers were messy, but they were all full of high fighting spirit.

The god who believed in "controlling wisdom with reason" smiled slightly, waved his hand lightly, and a light breeze rose from the ground. Although the wind was not strong, it lifted up all the legendary peaks and demigods and flew towards the entrance of the canyon above.

When they passed through the barrier covering the temple, these strong men exuded a strong aura. The power that had been suppressed by the barrier for a long time was fully released, and the mutual excitement turned into a strong wind, cracking the stone walls on both sides. The broken stones turned into powder before they fell, and rose up instead of falling under the impact of the momentum, rising towards the sky.

From a distance, it seemed that from the bottom of the canyon, a huge tornado was rising from the ground and rushing straight into the sky.

At almost the same time, a bright holy light landed on the highest peak of the Broken Cloud Mountains.

This mountain range, known as "Cut off the Clouds", is the tallest mountain range in the main plane. Its status is equivalent to the Himalayas on Earth-and it is even higher. After all, the top peaks in the world are all here without exception.

Originally, there was a Qunlong Mountain Range that could rival it, but the top of the Qunlong Mountain Range has been hidden by the dragon clan with vast magic power. For mortals who cannot enter, it is now far less than the Broken Cloud Mountains. As long as you have the strength of the middle level, you can easily climb to the top of the mountain.

And the Broken Cloud Mountains... below the legendary level, it is best not to die.

The peak of the Broken Cloud Mountains is one of the places with the strongest magic power on the main plane, and naturally one of the best places for cultivation in the world. From ancient times to the present, those who are determined to break through the legendary limit, step into the demigod realm, or stay in the human world and don't want to leave, all like to live here.

Where there are people, there are grievances, and where there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes. I don't know how many fights have broken out around that strange peak. In the end, the strong men of mankind firmly occupied the top of the mountain with the advantage of numbers and named it "God Mountain".

Similar to the orc temple masters, the human mountain masters also practiced here silently. However, compared with the disciplined and organized temple, their structure is more loose and chaotic, and their reputation is much smaller, and almost no one knows about it.

Even Leon Igor, who was born as a prince and worked as a lone thief for many years, learned about this from the senior masters who lived in seclusion in the Broken Cloud Mountains after he stepped into the legend out of curiosity.

For many years, these masters who lived in seclusion in the mountain were indifferent to the world and almost never went out. Compared with the strong magic of the mountain, the thin magic on the ground naturally made them very uncomfortable, just like people who are used to the oxygen content at low altitudes come to high altitudes. Even if their bodies can bear it, they will inevitably feel uncomfortable.

But today, they have to leave.

Because the gods of mankind are calling them, and the overall situation of the war needs them. Because their old rivals came out, the human cause needed them to take action, to fight against those orc warriors who had fought with them countless times in the long years, leaving countless legendary stories, and finally returned from prosperity to peace and seclusion.

The stone chambers that were so strong that even high-altitude hurricanes and monsters could not damage them were turned into dust, and figures with disheveled beards and hair but high fighting spirit gathered at the top of the mountain, in front of the holy light that was falling slowly.

She was one of the successors of the Knight God, one of the eight goddesses of virtue, the goddess of courage.

Facing the human warriors with high fighting spirit, the silver-haired goddess did not say anything, but pointed the sword in her hand to the north, in the direction of the prairie.