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World, begin!

Broken Tooth Mountains, Black Tooth Tribe

Thick smoke billowed, obscuring the sky and the sun. The stench of blood and sweat enveloped the entire tribe, and an atmosphere of despair settled in the hearts of every Blackfang Orc.

The stockade walls, built from massive logs, jagged boulders, and the sharp teeth of giant beasts, were covered with scorched fire marks and breaches from impacts. They could not stop the deafening battle roars, the clanging of clashing weapons, the dying cries of agony, and the frenzied roars of slaughter outside the stockade, like a helpless husband desperately raising his arm but ultimately falling limply to the ground.

Outside the village walls, the totem battle flags of the Blood Axe tribe, like a swarm of bloodthirsty locusts, almost completely obscured the view.

On the highest watchtower, the young chief's daughter, Mogna, gripped the rough wooden railing tightly, her knuckles white from the effort. Her face was painted with indigo paint, a symbol of battle and mourning, yet it could not conceal the heaviness and resolve beyond her years.

The firelight danced in her amber pupils, and anger and helplessness threatened to tear her apart. Her father, whom she once admired most—the Great Chieftain, the strongest warrior in the tribe—was now a headless corpse, trampled by countless beast hooves and giant feet, making it impossible to recognize his original appearance.

"Grandpa withered bones!"

Mogna whirled around, her voice hoarse as she shouted, "We won't make it to Moonrise! The Bloodaxe scum will raze this place to the ground and wipe Blackfang's name off the tundra!"

In the shadows, a hunched figure slowly emerged, leaning on a cane.

The Bone Shaman is the oldest and most mysterious being in the tribe. He is draped in a heavy robe made of unknown black feathers and dried animal bones, and his exposed skin is like the bark of a dead tree, crisscrossed with deep furrows.

Only those deep-set eyes burned with two points of cold, phosphorescent green light.

"erase?"

The skeletal shaman's voice was hoarse, like rough stone rubbing against each other, deep and unsettling. He walked to the edge of the watchtower, and the beastly eye embedded at the top of his bone staff looked toward the battlefield, filled with greedy desire.

He continued, “Ignorant child, the roots of the black teeth are in the spine of our ancestors, and they are not so easily pulled out.”

"Then what should we do now?"

"Use blood to summon the battle spirit of heroes."

The skeleton shaman turned his head and looked at a tightly guarded open space behind the stockade wall.

Countless stones form a circle, and in the center of the circle, the ground is engraved with totems drawn with blood and some kind of black powder. The lines are twisted and wild, revealing a primitive and evil aura.

Outside the circle, hundreds of prisoners were held down around it, including goblins, trolls, humans, dwarves, and orcs.

"Hero Summoning Ritual, Begin."

The skeleton raised its bone staff, and a ghostly green flame began to burn in its beastly eyes. The flame had no temperature; instead, it instantly chilled the surrounding air.

"Use the souls of your enemies as fuel, and summon the war spirits slumbering beyond the shores of time! Respond to the lament of the Black Fang's blood!"

As his last hoarse syllable faded, the bone staff slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Puff puff!"

The executioners guarding the prisoners brandished bone blades, severing heads one by one. Countless streaks of bright red blood flowed down the grooves towards the core of the ring, towards the totem, and the crimson lines gradually filled the empty grooves.

Then, the crimson ring suddenly lit up!

Suddenly, a crimson light shot into the sky, bursting forth amidst the roar of war, tearing through the dark sky with unparalleled power.

This is the highest-level hero summoning exclusively for the Blackfang Tribe!

It can summon the strongest hero!

A violent gale erupted, carrying a terrifying stench of blood, making it impossible for people to open their eyes and causing the entire battlefield to come to a standstill.

At the core of the blood pillar, the outline of an orc hero gradually appeared. He was a tall and upright man with a physique far exceeding that of ordinary orcs, and his whole body exuded a bloodthirsty aura that made people's hearts tremble.

He was clad in dark red armor, its surface marked with battle scars—medals gleaming from countless battles. Most striking of all was the weapon he gripped tightly in his hand: a menacing, blood-red spear.

The crystal's patterns flickered and shimmered as if they were alive, spreading along the arm its owner was gripping and up his body until it grasped his entire forearm, turning the tall orc's forearm crimson and making it shimmer along with the weapon.

Have we finally arrived?

Ye Mingqiu lowered his head slightly, his dark red helmet covering most of his face. This was the transformed equipment, which did not have any defensive bonus, but it could inherit the defensive power of the original equipment of the same part.

With his arrival, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence. All eyes were on him. The orcs of the Bloodaxe tribe were terrified and shocked, while the orcs of the Blackfang tribe grinned with ecstatic joy.

"Well"

Ye Mingqiu spoke in a low voice.

He tried to move his body, but he was not very coordinated. After all, this was the body of a giant orc who was more than four meters tall. It was strong, but it would take some time to adapt.

Immediately afterwards, without any hesitation, under the watchful eyes of countless orcs on the battlefield, he moved his body, trying to get used to it, to use it, and to master it.

Ye Mingqiu didn't care whether anyone was watching him or what his enemies thought.

They were just dead people.

In the distance, on the other side of the stockade wall, Bloodscar, the leader of the Blood Axe tribe, gradually overcame his instinctive unease. Although the soaring blood energy was powerful, at this moment it was just a guy who didn't even know how to use his own body.

"You pretentious bastard!"

After the fear and dread subsided, rage once again took hold of the high ground. Bloodscar brandished his giant axe, pointing it directly in Ye Mingqiu's direction, and roared, "Warriors, crush Black Fang! Smash that guy!"

The chieftain's roar shattered the silence, prompting countless orc warriors to join in. They roared and howled, the sound growing louder and louder, as they brandished their heavy battle axes and spiked clubs and charged once more toward the Blackfang tribe, no longer hesitant.

That's what orcs are like. When the atmosphere is right, they just start fighting. Reason and restraint simply don't exist.

"Smash me?"

Ye Mingqiu lowered his hand, his voice mocking, but deep within it lay a barely perceptible trace of violence and terror. Bloodlust flashed in his eyes, and terrifying killing intent naturally erupted. The title above his head also changed to [God of Slaughter].

He listened to the sounds of the battlefield, the roars of countless orcs, and walked toward the stockade wall, his steps becoming faster and heavier, as if he could crush the earth with a single step.

"You think you can kill me?!"

Ye Mingqiu's pace was faster and his momentum was even greater. The giant, burly orc, who was four meters tall, charged forward as if a great fortune was rushing through him.

He stepped over the stockade wall, the blood spear in his hand whistling through the air, and the spear itself emitted a low, excited hum as if in response, the tip of the spear gradually blooming with a blazing red light, a sign that it was about to succumb to bloodlust.

The giant orc entered the arena, shocking both sides. But before they could even think, the giant orc launched its attack.

"Whoosh!!"

Ye Mingqiu's body began to move. His agility attribute of 60.3 and the passive ability of basic agility allowed him to unleash a speed far exceeding what an orc of his size should have. He was like a speeding tank rampaging across the battlefield, wielding his blood spear and sweeping across the battlefield.

As its master's body grew larger, the blood spear, possessing a spirit, also grew larger, becoming more ferocious and possessing a more terrifying attack range.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The trajectory of the blood spear was concise and efficient, hitting as many orcs as possible with each swing. Each sweep was accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of flesh and bone being torn apart, and the hissing sound of blood splattering.

The Blood Axe Berserker, who was close to Ye Mingqiu, looked at the giant orc hero who was twice his height, holding a blood-stained spear, and exuding a murderous aura like a death god returning from hell. In the end, he couldn't help but take a step back in fear and put on a defensive stance.

But it's meaningless.

Ye Mingqiu coldly swung his blood spear, accurately piercing the head, then casually tossed it aside, directly knocking over two Blood Axe tribe orcs.

He continued his destructive slaughter; the instinct to fight was ingrained in his very bones, and he showed no hesitation whatsoever.

The blood spear gleamed, radiating a crimson light, absorbing the blood essence of the orc warriors. This orcish blood essence was much easier for it to digest than the blood of the ancient gods.

Unfortunately, the life energy that can be extracted from orc blood is far less than that from the blood of ancient gods, but if you can get enough of it, it might still provide a significant boost.

The battle intensified, but Ye Mingqiu stopped what he was doing on the battlefield. He turned around, looked at the orc warriors of the Black Fang tribe, and roared furiously, "What are you looking at! Charge! Kill!!"

The next moment, the [Unbreakable] aura instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, and the sound of [War Roar] stunned warriors in a wide area. The 4% buff and debuff to enemy and ally attributes erupted simultaneously, instantly producing a remarkable effect.

The Black Tooth tribe warriors, almost completely wiped out, roared as they charged forward. They brandished their weapons fearlessly, roaring and howling, feeling as if they were filled with inexhaustible life force, as if no one could kill them.

War! It's raging!

Chapter 110 The Backstabber! The New King!

Ye Mingqiu stood at the heart of the battlefield, holding the blood spear, like a towering mountain. Just by standing there, he exuded a breathtaking sense of oppression.

He watched the orc warriors fighting and narrowed his eyes to activate a detection spell.

【Aga (Level 4 Elite)】

【Life: 840】

[Attributes: Strength: 25, Agility: 20, Constitution: 35, Spirit: 6]

Its attributes are exceptionally high, far exceeding those of a normal elite, and even approaching those of a lord-level psionicist.

However, he has no skills!

It's not just this one; almost all orcs lack skills. At most, they might have passive abilities like "thick-skinned" or "battle-hardened." They have virtually no active skills, and their skill set is quite limited compared to normal elites of the same level.

This is an extremely specialized template that sacrifices skills and learning ability in exchange for high attributes.

All the orcs on the battlefield were like this; they were savage and brutal, and fought more on instinct than on skill and strategy.

Most of these orcs were between level 3 and 5, all of them elite, with almost no leader-level orcs.

It seems that the Black Fang Tribe and the Blood Axe Tribe are not powerful tribes, with few even chieftain-level orcs, let alone higher-ranking kings and overlords.

but

This specialized type of orc is considered a relatively difficult type to fight for Ye Mingqiu.

Because specialized orcs are more durable, they can withstand one or two attacks from Ye Mingqiu by relying on their level and health. On the surface, it may not seem like much difference if they get one or two more basic attacks, but in reality, when facing an attack from countless enemies, this is a qualitative difference.

Moreover, the attributes of leader-level orcs are also specialized, with very high strength. If you rush in, you might actually cause them substantial damage, and if there are too many of them, it will be very troublesome.

If I were surrounded by tens of thousands of level 5 boss-level orcs, I would probably be in a very difficult situation, and I might die if I didn't use [Tyrant Form].

The orcs were far too powerful.

However, even such powerful orcs naturally have their own flaws and weaknesses.

Their mental attributes are very low. When faced with mental attacks like [Killing Intent Wave], which deal more damage the greater the difference in mental attributes, orcs will likely find it difficult to resist, and ordinary orcs will be instantly killed.

Ye Mingqiu slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Bloodscar, the leader of the Blood Axe Tribe. His surging killing intent and fighting spirit burned like fire. He stood amidst the waves of the battlefield, like an unbreakable reef. Even if he was occasionally struck by arrows, it was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

"A monster! This monster!"

Bloodscar stared at the giant orc over four meters tall, his eerie green pupils trembling as fear spread through his heart like a plague, gradually engulfing him.

He regretted it! He was scared!

He turned around angrily, grabbed the gray-robed man's collar with his massive, thick hand, and roared as if venting his anger, "This is your scheme! Your plot? You've destroyed the Bloodaxe Tribe! You sinner!"

"Don't panic, hero. It's not that we can't fight him. We can fight him with the strength of fellow heroes." The man in the gray robe spoke calmly and without any anger or surprise. The only thing that bothered him was the spittle that Blood Scar had just splattered on his face.

It's really vulgar and disgusting.

"Heroes? What heroes? You humans?!" Scar roared again.

Even though he was in dire straits, he still maintained his orcish arrogance. He looked down on humans, believing them to be weak and incompetent, far inferior to the orcs in strength and power. He arrogantly despised human heroes and strongmen.

“I will prove it to you.”

The gray-robed man casually waved his staff, an invisible force shaking off the bloodstain. He elegantly straightened his sleeves, and a murderous intent gradually crept into his indifferent gaze.

This killing intent was specifically directed at Bloodscar, the leader of the Bloodaxe tribe. He didn't mind finding a leader who was easy to control, as long as he was useful and efficient. However, if the other party could not fulfill his expected value, then his survival would be irrelevant.

What he needed was neither Bloodscar nor the power of the Bloodaxe tribe, but rather to use Bloodscar and the Bloodaxe tribe to break through the Blacktooth tribe and obtain what he desired.

"Humph!"

Scarface grunted, turned his head to look in the direction of the battlefield, and said nothing more.

The gray-robed man looked at the orc giant leading the Black Fang tribe warriors in battle, and as he watched the giant continuously kill the Blood Axe orcs, his gaze became serious.

According to his understanding, giant orcs are orc heroes who excel at charging into battle. They are leader-level orcs, and a few of the strongest giant orcs can reach the level of weak kings. They are a great weapon on the orc battlefield and can exert an incredibly terrifying effect.

The king-level warriors are indeed invincible in these small-scale tribal wars, and it's normal that only the chief-level Blood Axe chief, Blood Scar, is afraid of them.

But

We have an entire team of hero-level psionicists! We have a well-balanced team composition; we have excellent teamwork; we have experience in killing king-level powerhouses.

Even the mighty orc kings who are skilled in warfare will not frighten us. Being skilled in warfare does not mean we are not afraid of being besieged.

"Humph!"

The gray-robed man smiled, narrowed his eyes, and cast a detection spell on the giant orc. This was the most basic preparation before the battle. Although he could roughly predict the giant orc's attributes, using the detection spell was more accurate and more beneficial for the team's encirclement and suppression.

[Prompt: Detection failed]

Ok?

Suddenly, the smile on the gray-robed man's face vanished, and his expression turned solemn. The giant orc's special attributes were physique and strength, while his detection technique judged the attribute of spirit. Even if the other party was wearing equipment that could block detection, it should not be completely blocked.

How is this going?

[Hint: You have attracted the attention of Grom Garr, the Bloodfang (view general information)]