Phoenicia, the capital of the Acelo Empire, is like a city of Taranto that has been magnified several times. The terrain of the Red Clay Plateau, which is almost exactly the same as Taranto, is suffocated by gusts of wind and sand, giving people a feeling of scorching heat and desolation.

The unique and crude aesthetic of the orcs has always interpreted solidity and enormity as perfection. The stubborn orcs never cared about the eyes of humans or winged people, so the huge beams were connected one by one, and eventually countless beams and stones were built to build the miraculous city of Phoenicia.

Legend has it that Raymond, the king of all beasts, one of the six heroes of antiquity, led the orcs to independently create Ezeiro, and then led his people to establish the city of Phoenicia in eight years with an amazing will. You know, the huge fence that surrounds the city of Phoenicia is dozens of feet high, and all the ironwood forests in the red mud plateau have been cut down.

Anyone who has not seen the city of Phoenicia will never be able to appreciate the naked spectacle. The city of Phoenicia, which has no fancy style, is almost entirely made of iron and wood held by at least one person, connected by iron nails as thick as an arm, and tempered by the rain and wind and sand characteristic of the Red Cloud Plateau, it is even more sturdy. Even if the orc warrior's sharp axe is violently chopped down, it can barely leave two inches of axe blade inside. It is no wonder that on the day of the completion of Phoenicia City, the former sword emperor Bright joked: I am afraid that I will not be able to storm Phoenicia with the combat strength of the army of the Kamlando continent. Although it is a joke, it shows the fortification of the city of Phoenicia.

The Phoenician city was completely different from the Terran palaces, and the camps were built with their own characteristics, but surprisingly, there were also gorgeous camps. Gorgeous animal skins, exquisite bird of prey feathers and patterns decorate the rugged and unique beauty.

A gorgeous camp high in the center of Phoenicia is even more impressive, in addition to the very elaborate construction of the camp, the skull of a huge skeleton dragon hangs on the door frame of the camp. I don't know how many years have passed, the skull of the skeleton dragon has long been lifeless, but it still exudes a strange aura. There were no signs of dryness and cracking on the bones, but instead they gave off a strange sheen. Raymond, the king of orcs, used to have the title of "Dragon Slayer", and I don't know if it came from the skull of this skeleton dragon.

The elite guards with giant axes in their hands stood on both sides of the camp with fierce gods, and between their gestures, there was a faint overflow of fighting spirit. If there were experienced adventurers from the continent here, they would definitely be amazed by the terrifying strength of these elite guards. These are all berserkers of at least level 5, and casually throwing an adventure team to the Camrando continent can also stir up a wave. And such elite guards, from time to time, there is a team, exuding a dangerous aura of choosing people to devour, riding a giant wolf slowly patrolling through the Phoenician city.

This is Phoenicia, the imperial capital of Ezeiro.

And the huge camp in the city with the skull of the giant dragon is the camp of the king of the orcs, Chi.

Chi is already old, and this is probably the first impression after entering the camp and seeing him from behind. The long beard has turned gray, like wind and frost, and it is no longer vigorous and indiscriminate, but somewhat soft.

Chi is not old, when he really stands in front of Chi, everyone is afraid that they will immediately overturn their ideas.

The sharp and bright eyes, the muscles of the arms and thighs, have nothing to do with words like old age and twilight.

It feels like it's just a raging lion that has gradually tightened its claws, and the angry and manic lion in the past is now more calm and wise. However, no one will have the slightest doubt that once he is angry, he is still an angry lion that can easily tear apart the enemy.

There was a crackling sound in the fire, and strange sparks rose one after another, dazzling like fireworks. Around the wide camp, the sturdy orc maids stood quietly behind Chi, and they didn't dare to come out.

Chi thoughtfully, he looked at the shaman next to the fire seriously, and his face was even more cloudy and uncertain under the firelight.

The only priest in the tribe, the most revered Shaman, Andrew, is now in his third divination, and he still has not been guided by the spirit of the ancestors, which is more than amazing.

Andrew was so old that he couldn't even remember Chi, as if Andrew was already a venerable shaman when Chi was a young warrior. Wrinkles crawled all over Andrew's face like furrows. The unique turquoise skin of the orcs seems to have been washed away by the years, giving Andrew's skin a faint gray, like a sigh of twilight spreading.

Andrew's shamanic robes are covered with green leaf-like patterns, and if you look closely, you will find that the patterns of those leaves are actually like life, as if they are slowly sprouting and growing, and the vines and leaves slowly change with each other. On Andrew's shoulders, the shoulder pads are inlaid with thick green antlers, faintly surrounded by green light, exuding a unique aura of life magic.

The life set of the orc shaman, the rumored existence of the orcs in the country is close to the existence of an artifact.

Now the few top figures in the Camlando continent know that Andrew, who is equipped with a life suit, is a nightmare for the enemy as long as he appears on the battlefield.

There was a huge white scale shattered on the ground, even if it had been shattered into dozens of pieces, it was still as crystal as jade. Looking at the fragments on the ground, even with Yi Chi's concentration, he felt distressed, this is a rare and treasured dragon scale in the Ezero Empire! Today, when the dragon clan has been extinct for a long time, I am afraid that there are no more pieces of the entire Camlando Continent.

Chi sighed secretly in his heart, a little puzzled why Andrew had to find himself, and did not hesitate to use the power of the ancestral spirit to divination. Is it just for the incomprehensible thread of fate in his mouth?

Chi looked at the pile of white ashes on the ground with some irritation, and watched Andrew's footsteps around the fire, getting heavier and heavier.

For the first divination, the white tortoise shell used for the highest sacrifice used up three baskets in succession, and in the blink of an eye, it turned to ashes, without even the slightest hint at all.

Andrew pondered for a moment meant that an ordinary sacrificial object like the white turtle could no longer carry the will of the ancestral spirits at all, and it needed a more powerful carrier of life relics.

Andrew's stubbornness is sometimes really helpless. However, in the past few major decisions of the Orc Empire, Andrew has shown a pivotal role, and each hint of the Ancestral Spirit has proved to be correct in hindsight.

After a slight hesitation, Chi used dragon scales for divination according to Andrew's wishes. However, the result is the fragment of the ground in front of you. Ordinary weapons can't leave any traces of damage at all, and the dragon scales, which can only be threatened by artifacts, have just shone after Andrew's divination chanting, and the will of the ancestral spirit has not yet descended, and it has broken into more than a dozen pieces.

Chi and Andrew didn't speak, and after glancing at each other silently, they directly started the third divination. Because the two orc leaders knew that if even the dragon scales could not carry the will of the ancestral spirits, then the last hope was to borrow the dragon's skull.

The staff in Andrew's hand suddenly became extremely heavy as if under tremendous pressure. Chi, who was as calm as the beast king, couldn't help but stand up. The giant dragon skull above the camp gate made a crunching sound, and a crack opened in the center of the eyebrow.

Faintly, Chi and Andrew both heard a roar at the same time, and the phantom of a giant wolf suddenly jumped out of the fire, slowly paced around in front of Chi and Andrew a few times, and then sat down in front of Andrew like a human.

The phantom of the giant wolf is very tall, and after sitting down, the raised wolf head is almost as tall as Andrew, with a breath of vicissitudes, looking at Andrew condescendingly.

The moment the spirit of the ancestors came, the shaman almost collapsed, but fortunately, the life suit on his body felt the faintness of Andrew's breath of life, lit up with green light, and the warm life magic power filled his body.

After the ecstasy, Andrew sat down cross-legged respectfully and closed his eyes face to face in front of the phantom of the giant wolf.

The orc maid behind him was already prostrate on the ground, in a cold sweat. The coercion of the spirit of the ancestors, even if it was Chi, could not give birth to any disrespectful thoughts, and bowed his head respectfully.

After a while, Andrew opened his eyes in shock, and the phantom of the giant wolf slowly dispersed and disappeared into the firelight.

"Lord Priest?"

After half a ring, Chi looked at Andrew, who was stunned, and couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"Honorable King, the guidance of the spirit of the ancestors is somewhat strange. Andrew's face has regained its calmness, but there is no joy or sorrow, and while the long time has taken away the vitality, it has not only given him wisdom, but also the concentration like a mountain.

"Oh?"

Chi waved his hand, motioning for all the orc maids to leave.

"The line of fate has indeed appeared, and this time the line of fate will directly affect the future situation of the entire Camlando continent. Even, the situation in Ezeilo and Locamia, Sylvia, will be changed. ”

"Can it affect the situation of several empires?"

Andrew's words, no matter who they are, must have been more surprising than Chi.

"The thread of fate doesn't have to be anyone, maybe it's one person, maybe it's a group of people, maybe it's a series of things. But the spirit of the ancestors has given guidance, and the princess of the fallen empire is the wheel of the thread of fate. ”

"Delis?"

After reading the name of Princess Lantis, Chi frowned, and immediately thought of the matter of the Banshee Illusion outside Taranto, although the orc scouts had reported this matter clearly, especially related to the death of Valen, the lord of Taranto, but there were many mysteries, in fact, Chi was also very puzzled. For example, why the iron-blooded mercenaries Michau and Ron, and the city lord Valen were all killed in the hands of the Death Knight, but Delis and his party completed the mission unharmed.

"Is the thread of fate really from Delis?"

Chi was a little skeptical, after all, in the intelligence of the orc scouts, the strength of these people was too weak. Such a group of adventurers said that they wanted to affect the changes in the Camlando continent, which is unbelievable in any case.

"This is a guide from the spirits of the ancestors, my king. ”

Andrew sighed and looked at the giant dragon skull at the entrance to the camp.

"I'm sorry, Lord Priest. ”

Chi immediately bowed his head and apologized for his disrespect, there was no doubt that Andrew's divination was unquestionable, as the past history of Ezeiro had proved countless times.