Atlanta, northwest.

It is a vast expanse of wilderness, a dark land covered with frost that stretches to the end of the eye, a place of eternal wilderness, swarms of wild beasts, swamps, and mosquitoes.

The living environment here is extremely harsh, but it is the original home of the orcs, who have inhabited, grown, aged, and multiplied here for generations, struggling to survive in the vast world.

It is here that one of the three major empires of the Atlantic continent, the Orc Empire, stands proudly in the world.

The Orc Empire, the wilderness.

Woo woo ~ ~

Boom! Boom!

The mournful trumpets and the earth-shattering drums echoed each other, and on the vast land, the two armies were fighting to the death.

On one side of the war are the orcs, whose composition is more mixed, with powerful bloodthirsty tigermen, mammoth people, moon white bear people, Daoge dog people, blue-eyed werewolves, golden-bearded lion people, but more weak pigmen, red-eyed rabbits, deer people, sheep people, swan people, and so on.

Their weapons were rudimentary, mostly stone totem poles with intricate patterns on them, and the signs of wear and tear seemed to be antiques, and only a handful of powerful orc warriors were equipped with metal weapons, most of which were heavy weapons such as warhammers and maces.

As for the armor and armor, there was nothing, they were all wrapped around their waists with a piece of animal skin, showing their toned muscles bare, and on them they used special herbs to outline the vicious monsters, at this time, they were red with blood, twisted as if they had come to life, and they chose to devour people.

And their leader, a burly figure who had rushed to the front of the battlefield, was dressed in a very strange way, a swarthy fur robe covered with barbs dragged behind him, and a necklace with dozens of miniature heads hung on his chest, which looked less like a warrior than an ancient shaman.

But his fighting style is incomparably furious, he seems to be a titan with boundless power, as if tirelessly wielding a mace twice as large as him, each swing can bring a whistling wind, and all enemies in his way will be slapped into meat sauce and fly out, so that after the wind is over, there is a rain of blood.

On the other side of the war, it seems that they are also orcs in appearance, and most of them are mainly werewolves and tigers, but strangely, some of their limbs have been mutated, some of them have thick hands and feet, some are full of sharp teeth, some have bone spurs, and some have longer tails, dragging behind them and swaying.

They were taller than ordinary orcs, with more muscular knots, and their weapons and armor were tattered as if they had been dug out of the battlefield, and in some places there were moss and rust, but at least they were well equipped.

Of course, the most striking thing is their eyes, all red as blood, and there is a flame burning in their pupils, flickering with madness.

Now, these are orcs.

Not all invaders are as brutal as demons, and there are also intrigues and tricks that do not provoke wars, but hide behind them to lure intelligent beings into depravity with power, wealth, forbidden knowledge, or eternal life, so as to accept their control.

The so-called evil orcs are fallen orcs, most of them have given up the glory and noble souls of their ancestors, and are willing to accept the erosion of evil forces for the sake of strength and survival.

However, evil is evil after all, and the orcs will become more powerful, and the intellect will gradually become irritable and irritable, and the consciousness will also tend to destroy and kill.

The words recorded in the history books explain their fate, no matter how heroes they are, no matter how confident they are, they will eventually destroy everything around them, destroy the country where they live, and in the end they will only be left with ruins.

There are many kinds of evil forces that can lead people to fall in this universe, and most of the evil gods can do this, but the devils like to do it the most, and they like to seduce powerful nobles to obtain the purest souls through sacrifice and killing.

Of course, the best of the best was not the devil, but a fallen Pantheon's strongest warrior, the Dark Titan who broke his original oath of glory, Sargeras.

Sargeras created an energy known as 'evil energy', which can alienate the body of the recipient to make it stronger, and can also absorb the life force of living beings to continue their lives.

In doing so, he created a terrifying legion that resounded through the stars and was feared by countless brave men—the Burning Legion. At this moment, the performance of these evil orcs, the burning eyes are the hallmark of the Burning Legion.

The battle begins at the dawn of the sun and does not end until the sun sets.

The hot blood had melted into the frost and merged into rivers, the bones were piled up into mountains, the wreckage was scattered into a sea, and the howling north wind blew by, with a biting cold, as if the howls of the dead could be heard.

The remnant sun hung obliquely, dyed red with patches of clouds, reflecting the blood color of heaven and earth.

Until this time, the orcs were almost unable to resist after all, not that they were not brave enough, nor that they were too weak, but that the number of enemies was too much, and the evil orcs on the battlefield alone were more than double them, not to mention that there was an endless stream of warriors in the distance who dared to come.

Even with the strength of the orc leader, he had to stop the charge and wander around to rescue his teammates.

It seems that because of his toughness, or for some other reason, the orcs did not charge wildly, they advanced along the sides of the battlefield, directly surrounding the entire battlefield with sufficient troops.

By this time, the orcs had become turtles in the urn, and the defeat was decided.

Woooooo

The whimpering horn sounded again, and the orcs stopped their attack as if they had been ordered to do so, giving the orc warriors a chance to breathe, and under the command of the leader, the remaining warriors quickly pulled the wounded into the center and formed a circular defensive circle outside.

In the process, the orcs did not attack, they watched the construction of the defensive circle, the flame eyes burned, but they did not make any move.

This puzzled the orcs, but in just a moment, the confusion was solved.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Heavy footsteps were heard, far and near, and the earth trembled in the footsteps.

Directly ahead, the evil orcs parted like cleaving waves, and a terrifying figure filled everyone's eyes.

It was a terrifying body at least ten meters away, the upper body looked like a human, with bruisish and purple skin, bulging to twisted muscles, but the lower body was like the hind limbs of a terrain dragon, strong and powerful, densely covered with bone spurs growing from its own body.

His skull had horns that were curved like sharp thorns, and the place where it had belonged to the skull had been lifted open, and evil hellfire was burning. Behind him were two fleshy wings, like demon's wings, but tattered like unrepaired sails.

When he got closer, the huge javelin in his hand slashed into the void, bringing up a series of hellfire to burn out of thin air, the air exploded, and the fireworks flew in all directions, only to see him lower his head, his burning eyes looked at the orc leader with contempt, grinned, and said: "Hehehehe, humble and weak orc, will you bring these smashes to welcome the arrival of the great Burning Legion commander, the commander of Naru?"