When all parts of the inexplicable continent were shrouded in the haze of war, in the southern corner of the central forest, under the towering giant trees, a crimson spatial vortex was slowly forming, and it was very strange that the creatures around it seemed to completely ignore the existence of this vortex, and they were completely unaware of the strange elemental aura.

"---"

Like the sound of burnt meatloaf in a frying pan, the spatial vortex began to shoot out a lot of black and red liquid, which was not corrosive or toxic, but the creatures that approached it began to flee in fear at the first sight of it.

After about five minutes of this, a pair of large, rough-skinned brown hands suddenly reached out from within, grabbed both sides of the whirlpool, and crawled out with all their might.

It was a creature that had never been seen before in this world, he was over two meters tall, brown and dark red on the surface, and had slender but muscular limbs. He had a large curved horn on his head, and the two eyes on his cheeks revealed a hint of blood, which was the natural glow of his pupils. If there were humans or other intelligent creatures here, they would be surprised to find that they were different from other beasts. In addition to his brown mane, which grows on key parts of his body, he wears a shoddy leather vest and shorts, a pair of slippers of unknown material on the thick soles of his three toes, and an axe made of stone and rough iron on his shoulders, all of which are characteristic of highly intelligent beings!

After this monster creature came out, dozens of similar creatures also crawled out of the whirlpool. They were dressed in roughly the same clothes, except for some differences in tools.

The activity of the vortex began to slow down and expanded slightly. Several strong creatures in heavy black armor bent out of it, they were taller and stronger than the previous creatures, the difference was that if the previous creatures looked like orcs of different skin colors, the faces of these creatures were closer to those of the so-called demons, except that the horns were shorter and there was a frightening tail.

The creature who was the last to walk out was dressed in the most decorated armor, and its sturdy arms were tattooed with energy that flowed on its own. He surveyed his surroundings, dug out a handful of dirt from the ground with his metal-gloved claws, held it high above his head, and spoke a language in which only a trace could be found in the oldest elven texts.

"Thank you to the Most High God, thank you to our founder! You open the door and let us come here, to this fertile land. Thank you for the gift of the Most High God! Your people will rule the land, and here they will sacrifice to you! ”

The rest of the otherworldly creatures also raised their hands and performed their traditional rituals in simple but solemn gestures, thanking them for the gifts of the gods.

After a while, they all lowered their arms, and the leading creature sprinkled the soil on his body, solemnly issuing his own orders to the other "people" around him.

"Let's get started, we must set up a post around here before the troops arrive."

"All right, Hucks, go to work, God didn't send you here to leave you idle, slackers!"

As soon as the order was given, another Normen warrior immediately drove the hack workers to do their work, cutting down nearby trees, setting up camp, and expanding the space.

"It's going to be our new home, and it's a real pleasure to be among the first to be here."

The leader of the Normen was pleased with his surroundings, his home had been ruined, destroyed by a calamity that the gods could barely fight. From the moment he set foot on the land, he considered it his new home. He will protect his home and kick out all but himself and his family. They won't destroy this hard-won world, they will only "clean it up".

"Dear General, I am very happy to be here. However, according to what we have found before, there are many powerful creatures here, as well as those biological civilizations who call themselves "humans", who have built cities and armies in this world, and some people are as strong as our Nomen. If we hadn't suffered a disaster, we could have crushed them all. But now, I'm confused, I'm uneasy. ”

Unlike the other Nomen, this Nomen's armor was a robe painted with arcane textures, and his robe had several pockets filled with blocks engraved with characters and boards of unknown material.

"Ah, you are still so, still pessimistic about the plan of the Most High. But you still set foot on this land, didn't you? Do your job and hold our rituals here so that our High Gods can feel our determination. You know, we can't go back. ”

The robed Normon saluted, took out some stones of different shapes from his pocket, and placed them on the ground, his hands emitting a strange light, a strange energy. Under the impetus of this energy, the size of the stones, which were originally less than five centimeters in diameter, increased by a hundredfold in a minute, and finally these stones were combined into a trapezoidal altar under the control of the priest of the Normen, on which floated an inverted triangular pyramid-shaped black crystal. Dark blue streams of light swam around the altar like streams until they converge on the top of the crystals and are released, transforming into another form of energy. This energy does not exist for long in this world, for in another world there is a being who is collecting it.

"Keep working, don't get affected by other things, we're short on time!"

At this time, a Normen warrior was cutting off the head of a monitor lizard that had stumbled into this place by mistake, it was an 8th-order demonic beast, but this powerful Normen warrior killed it like a chicken.

The Huck laborers, who had been frightened by the beast before, continued to be busy with their work, and in groups of three or four, they could cut down a ten-story tree in a matter of minutes. The tree's branches were then split at a speed unimaginable to humans and used as raw materials for the outpost.

When dusk dawned in the southern part of the Great Central Forest, a camp larger than a human village appeared. Large and small otherworldly style wooden houses are located in this open space at random, the large ones are five or six hundred square meters, and the small ones are as simple as large dog kennels. The Huck laborers, who were so weak that even mid-level warriors who were struggling to deal with humans, also gathered together for a brief meal and rest, and then picked up their tools and got back to work.

And in the forest around the camp, a pair of eyes with a little anger were already staring at this place, as the master of this territory, this ninth-order demonic beast intended to teach these invaders a lesson.

But just as he was about to pounce on his prey, the Normen general turned his gaze and glared at him viciously. The beast seemed to be frightened by something, and fled like a wild dog.