That is to awaken some terrible power that is buried deep in this land, the most evil......

Hardclaw Shattered didn't know what the survivors of the orc tribe had done, but the catastrophic consequences could now be seen.

Countless normal creatures and animals living on the Marfa Continent have been transformed into demonized monsters.

Their consciousness has been permanently lost, they have become synonymous with chaos, they hate all beings that smell of the light order, and subconsciously want to destroy everything, and under the influence of that evil force, they continue to launch frenzied attacks on human settlements.

For the orcs, although this prevented the fate of genocide, the price is that, except for a few lucky ones who can stay awake, the vast majority of orcs who believe in "Him" and pray for "Him" to give power will gradually sink into endless darkness with the passage of time, be affected and controlled by those chaotic consciousnesses emerging from the depths of their hearts, and become cannon fodder to further liberate this evil force.

Yes, the monster attack that appears every night is just a cruel and twisted blood ritual.

Through war, death and fear are constantly sown to collect the negative emotions that arise from the depths of the minds of intelligent beings, and then as the essence of blood slowly seeps into the depths of the earth, it is transmitted to some unspeakable evil place, constantly increasing the power of "Him".

Until one day, "Him", restored to its wholeness, can return to the world and bring destruction to all life.

Because it was the ancestors of the orcs who started the source of this disaster, so that they became part of the ritual and had to be sacrificed, and all orcs who were entangled in anger and hatred would fall into darkness forever.

How sad it is!

In the memory of more than 180 years of Hard Claw Bone Crush, I can't remember how many people have been sent away, and almost every day I can see the crazy figure of rushing out of the tribe with red eyes and howling. Under the influence of the dark forces, they have forgotten their tribes, their people, and their former glory, and have become like wild beasts, and then, never to return.

I'm afraid that before opening this Pandora's box, no one really thought that the half-orc race would suffer such a tragic and helpless fate.

On the Marfa continent, there are no large orc tribes with more than 10,000 people, and even the Broken Bone Clan, which was once famous for a while, has become a pitiful member of only a few hundred or so half-orcs. After hundreds of years of brutal warfare and constant bloodshed, not only could no large tribe survive, but even the development of civilization became stagnant, and for hundreds of years, everything was still the same as it was at the beginning, or even worse.

Hardclaw Shattered is well aware that while they believe in this terrible evil and are proud to die in battle under "Him", they are in reality nothing more than slaves at its disposal. Not only must the will of life be given while alive, but also the soul after death will not be spared. Those orcs who died in battle will be manipulated by "Him" to resurrect from the ground and return to the ancient tombs of their ancestors, turning into undead skeletons whose souls are full of resentment and negative emotions.

As long as this power exists on this continent, the orcs will never be able to escape this sad fate..... Giving everything to the other, the whole race is just a tool for the greedy and evil "Him" to descend.

Just as Hardclaw Bone Shatter was infinitely melancholy reminiscing about the lost glory and history of the orcs, a fireball exploded over the tribe.

Rumble......

Under the scorching flames, the entire orc tribe was like being stabbed in a hornet's nest, and a large number of orcs roared and rushed out of the tent, and immediately found Nanshan, who deliberately showed his tracks.

It's human!

War!

Die!

After a brief communication, an angry orc chased after him without thinking.

Even Claw Shatter screamed to stop it, it had done its best to force its people to forget about the war and stay awake. For this reason, they even kept moving to the gathering place, trying to avoid encountering humans in this way, but the Broken Bone Clan is still shrinking. Because there are always orcs who want to take revenge on everything, regardless of whether it is a trap or if there is a clear difference in strength between the two sides, the dangerous monsters that are everywhere in the forest alone have caused a large number of unnecessary casualties. However, the tribes that have abandoned the glorious history of the orcs of the past continue to grow, and they are undoubtedly stronger in their bodies and strength, and they continue to eat away at the territory of normal orcs through more rapid reproduction.

And this time, it was clearly a very obvious trap.

A fool would believe that a mere human would dare to attack a tribe with hundreds of half-orcs!

Hard Claw Broken Bone can swear with his experience and knowledge of nearly two hundred years, with the power of that fireball technique, this guy who ran to provoke is only a little imp at most, and belongs to the weakest existence at the bottom of the human race among those professionals who have extraordinary powers.

Therefore, after finding that he could not stop the strong desire for revenge of his clan, Hardclaw Broken Bone could only say this.

"Iron Egg Leader, since you want to go, then send some more men, it's best to bring all the warriors, the number of opponents may be more than what appears now!"

"Don't worry, Respect the wise Elder Hardclaw, Iron Egg will definitely bring these human corpses, and then decorate the entire Broken Bone Clan with their heads!"

Eventually, the number of orcs who ran to capture the human exceeded thirty, and almost all of the combat power they could send was except for those who had to stay here to protect the tribe.

But for some reason, Hardclaw Shattered Bone still had a faint sense of foreboding, including the tribal leaders who led the team out, and most of these orcs would be gone.

As it turned out, its hunch was not wrong.

After nearly half a day, none of the clansmen who left in two teams in a row came back.

As the only remaining highest-ranking member of the tribe, Hardclaw Shattered Bone didn't care about regretting the pain, but clung to the huge axe in his hand, because it knew very well that the enemy had set his sights on destroying the entire tribe, and the danger of destroying the Broken Bone Clan was coming......

……

"There are a lot of these orcs, it's really difficult enough, but fortunately, they are all stupid, as long as they are lured to the territory of other monsters, and then hide and provoke, they can force the confused ones to kill each other, and the rest is to keep flying kites......"

When Nanshan sighed, he was already on his way back.

Although the orcs who chased him remained relatively conscious, it did not mean that other monsters controlled by the dark forces could remain sane. Just like the chickens in the Ginkgo Valley, when attacked, these animal-transformed monsters can easily be detonated with the crazy beastliness lurking in their bodies, and as long as they don't notice who sent the attack, they will target the large group of orcs who are following them.

In addition, due to the huge size of these guys, most of them could not go up the tree smoothly, which created good conditions for Nanshan's counter-killing.

Relying on the tactical advantage of not stopping kites in the trees, he constantly carried out covert attacks on those lone orcs.

You don't have to show your head, a few fireballs that turn around, and as soon as the explosion sounds, the monsters' experience points are in hand, and by the way, it can also stimulate the remaining monsters to become more and more crazy.

The only thing that troubled Nanshan was that there were a few orc warriors among these orcs who were stronger and more powerful than ordinary orcs. Not only was his body more than two meters tall, his brown skin began to turn green, similar to the crazy orcs he had seen last night, but he was also extremely experienced in combat. In the dense and complex terrain environment of the jungle, it is no longer possible to solve them smoothly by long-range spells alone, and after removing the influence of the crazy characteristics in his consciousness, the fireball spells he released in the air can easily be easily dodged by alert them with a large number of obstacles, or simply calculate the flight path of the fireball spell in advance, and directly detonate it with stones, wood and other debris.

It wasn't until he had eliminated all the other monsters that got in the way that he took out the troublesome guys in close combat, and completely added more than 1,000 experience points to his account.

All that's left is to deal with the orcs who are huddled in their nests.

He knew that in addition to the predetermined amount of XP, there were some additional goodies out there.