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Ironjaw Fortress, Chief's Hall.

A huge bonfire roared in the center of the stone hall, the flickering flames casting glimpses of the trophy heads and ferocious totems hanging on the walls, adding to the primitive and bloody atmosphere.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and the rich scent of ale, but it was all suffocated by the strong body odor of the pig-men, making it all seem rather strange.

The clamor, the wild laughter, and the clanging of weapons against shields nearly lifted the roof off.

"For victory! For Warchief Grom! For iron and blood!"

"Cheers! Get lost!"

The pig-man warriors raised rough wooden cups or simply hugged barrels, gulping down the murky liquid, letting it flow down their tusks and chins, soaking the mane on their chests.

Their faces beamed with the ecstasy of victory and plunder.

Not long ago, news of victory came from Shattered Rock Canyon—the council chairman of the human Blue Town, "Unbreakable Wall" Bob, along with dozens of his elite troops, were ambushed and killed by Bloodscar Warlord Dunk!

Even more exciting is that the possibly eternal weapon, the Unbreakable Oath, has been brought back as spoils of war and will soon be presented to Warchief Grom!

This is yet another symbolic victory for the pigmen over humans since the start of the war!

Eliminating the enemy's nominal supreme leader and seizing their iconic divine weapon would be a devastating blow to human morale!

Their leader has changed three times: the first was Wu Zhan, the second was Charles, and now it's Bob.

With their elite troops slaughtered once again, the pigmen seemed to already envision the magnificent scene of the human camp crumbling at the first touch during the Ascension War.

"The Dunkirk governor has done a great service this time!"

"What kind of bullshit 'number one expert' is that? Bah! He's utterly useless against the power of us pigmen!"

"A top expert who could be easily crushed by a mere warlord? Hahaha, humans are truly laughable!"

"I heard that sword is incredibly heavy; it must be awesome for cutting people down! When the chief gets tired of it, could we have a turn with it?"

"It'll be here soon! Once the upgrade war starts, Azure Town will be ours! Those delicate humans inside will be perfect for slaughter, hahaha..."

Vulgar clamor and lustful fantasies echoed in the hall.

Even Grom, the Pig King, who sat high on his throne with his face shrouded in shadow, seemed to twitch his usually scrutinizing and authoritative lips slightly for a moment.

Bob's fall and the acquisition of the Unbreakable Oath are certainly a good appetizer.

The important figures in the War Council frequently raised their glasses to each other.

The plan is proceeding smoothly, and humanity's backbone is being broken one by one.

However, before the festivities could reach their climax, a message on the channel interrupted their celebration.

This also fueled their anger.

Gru and Mog led their team to the Iron Tomb in the Rusty Hills to farm Immortal Hearts, but they were all wiped out; not a single one escaped!

The pig-men were somewhat incredulous upon seeing this news.

"What?!" The Bloodfang Clan's warchief jumped to his feet, his heavy body knocking over the stone chair behind him. "Gru and Mog? They're both level 60 elites! They brought so many elite warriors! They were ambushed by the humans? How many did they send?"

"No, it wasn't an ambush, it was just one person! Just one human! Black hair, level... his level seems to be only around level 40!"

"Level 40? Alone?" The Howling Prophet frowned, his bone staff pausing slightly. "Is this real? How is this possible?"

The pig people were discussing it animatedly.

Even Bob, the so-called number one fighter, couldn't do that!

"Summon Gru and Mog, I want to ask them what happened!" King Grom the Pig stood up, his massive body casting a shadow over the entire area.

The scene was completely silent.

Soon, the resurrected Gru and Mog were brought into the Chieftain's Hall.

The hall remained deathly silent as they listened to their story.

Over 400,000 HP without any gear? Level 40? One person casually slaughtered two elite squads? And even imprisoned Gru in a strange space and humiliated him for half an hour!

It sounded like the ramblings of a drunkard, but Gru's expression told him it wasn't a lie.

"What's his name? Which human guild's expert is he? I've never heard of him before," Grom asked calmly, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Liu Nian! From the Dragon Soaring Guild."

"Liu Nian?" All the pigmen present quickly recalled the list of human experts, frowning. "Never heard of him. We know Wang Mu of Longxiang, and the only others we can name are Wang Mian, the newcomer to the Azure Council, that female mage Yun something, Zi Ri of the Frost Rose Alliance, Ye Xiu of the Xinxing Guild, Ding Shusheng of the Snow Moon Guild... None of them. Could he be a hidden expert?"

"Whoever he is, kill him!" Bloodfang Warchief roared, his bloodlust ignited. "A level 40 bug, how strong can he be?!"

At this moment, Gru's voice trembled as he said, "Great... Your Majesty... the scroll on my body exploded, and he may have already obtained it..."

"What reel?" Grom asked in a low voice.

Gru swallowed hard and managed to utter a few words: "...the grimoire scroll containing clues to the 'Immortal King' set."

"What?!"

Grom, the Pig King who had been sitting calmly on the sidelines, suddenly unleashed a terrifying pressure that seemed to be tangible!

The flames of the campfire were almost extinguished, and the stone walls of the entire hall were trembling slightly!

The Immortal King Set!

That was precious intelligence that the entire pig-man race had spent a year collecting, and yet humans obtained it so easily.

As one of the best among the Bonecrushers, Gru obtained the Heart of Immortality through his own efforts and provided detailed intelligence, which is why he received a reward from the Pigmen leadership and was qualified to collect this legendary set.

But now... the scroll has fallen into the hands of a human?!

"You idiot! Fool! Why didn't you store the scroll in the clan treasury!" the Rifthoof Warchief roared.

"What's the use of saying this now!" The Howling Prophet's face was grim. "The key is that Liu Nian got the scroll! He knows what we're looking for, and he knows which dungeons might drop parts! Judging by his combat prowess..."

He didn't say anything more, but all the high-ranking pigmen felt the pressure.

An enemy with unconventional combat power and level, who also knows the secret of the legendary set... what will he do?

The answer is obvious—he will be like a shark that smells blood, following the clues on the scroll and coming to them one by one!

Hunt down their farming teams, steal any parts they may have already produced, and destroy the advantages they've worked so hard to build!

"Immediately issue the order!" Grom's voice, cold and filled with killing intent, echoed through the hall, instantly silencing all the noise. "First, double the defenses of all known dungeons and areas related to the 'Immortal King' clues! No, triple them! Deploy level 80+ warriors to lead the defenses!"

"Second, notify all clans active outside, especially dungeon-running groups, to be on high alert. If you encounter any suspicious, lone human, especially those with black hair, kill them at all costs! Any means are permitted!"

"Third, activate our intelligence network and contact our mole within the Azure Council. I need to know everything about this Liu Nian!"

"Fourth," he looked at Shadowfang, the leader of the Shadowfang army, "Shadowfang, you personally lead a team of elite trackers. I need all the information on Liu Nian's whereabouts! Also, assemble a rapid reaction force, ready to support any locations that may be attacked!"

"Yes, Great Chief!" All the pigmen solemnly accepted the order.