The harvest month (June) is the busiest time of the whole continent, no matter how the nobles are in the rest of the year, but only in this month, everyone is wholeheartedly engaged in the harvest of crops, of course, the old man is just under the hot eyes, sitting in the shade of the shed, watching the hired farmers harvest the crops on their territory, kind-hearted will give the tired farmers a little food reward, but most of the nobles of this era do not have so many ideas, after confirming the yield of crops, they will go away, continue the days of wind and snow。 Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The worst of them were the subordinates of the aristocracy, who often snatched the last bit of food from the peasants as their own extra income, and had no hope of survival, so the peasants either stayed on the harvested land and died, or had to choose to migrate.

This is the norm in the El Continent, no one thinks there is anything wrong, and even if the wise people recognize this problem, they will choose to remain silent in front of the swords and guns of the nobles, or die on the fire-shaped pillar called "Heresy".

Of course, what we're going to say now doesn't really have anything to do with this, at least not yet.

On the other side of the long, narrow, barren and vibrant barren plateau, on the border with the northern permafrost, lies a great hidden valley between the cliffs, and by June and July of each year this valley becomes golden, like a cornucopia of gold, with countless hands and feet, and carefully selected orc laborers, wielding rough stone scythes, to harvest these precious crops before the first rain of the season.

The sweet food that is dried in the big beast's den will be the best food for the next generation of orc warriors when they are young, and when they grow up, they will leave this cradle and go to the vast and dangerous barren rocky plateau to fight for their future, as has been the case for thousands of years.

This is the common hometown of all orcs, 4 major tribes, the ancestral land of orcs that tens of millions of orcs have sworn to protect, the golden plain, a piece of the best gift given to orcs by God.

At this time of the year, the orc chieftains would put down even the most important things at hand and rush back to the Golden Plains for half a month to perform the annual coming-of-age ceremony for the newborn orcs, and no one dared to violate this tradition.

And among this year's visitors, there are some differences, for example, the two Minotaur chiefs who have come over in previous years did not come, because the centaur Empire army that attacked their territory had just withdrawn, and the devastated tribe could not do without them, and instead of the Minotaur chieftain came to watch the ceremony, it was replaced by an old mage with white hair and beard and a dark robe, he held a strange staff like a metal lantern, and a middle-aged man with a personable demeanor and a beautiful mustache, he was wearing a set of human world dresses, and did not take out a staff or anything like that。

However, this middle-aged man is the most eye-catching guy, without him, just because on his shoulder, there is a blue dragon that has no left wing, and at the same time has been shrunk thousands of times, which looks majestic and cute.

Orcs don't have a good sense of humans, and in their eyes, humans are cunning and untrustworthy, like the most despicable goblin merchants, who want to steal the last of their goodies, so the treatment enjoyed by these two mages who came to participate in the traditional orc rituals was naturally not much better.

However, the mages don't care about this kind of thing, what they value is the meaning of the ritual itself.

This day is the day when the traditional adult trial begins, I heard that when there was a big chief in the past, the big chief presided over the ceremony, but now the four big tribes are not convinced by anyone, and the "big chief election" that Saruman is in charge of will not start until next month in the Blackstone Arena in the center of the Wastestone Plateau, so now, for the time being, the old sword saint with the highest reputation in the entire orc group, and has announced that he will not participate in the selection of the big chief, Rogman presides over the ceremony.

But just as Rogman began to speak, and the young orcs in the audience were also excited, a light suddenly appeared from the northern sky, straight into the sky, and the powerful spellcasters present, including Longtan, Saruman and Trisleman, immediately turned their eyes to the pillar of light, and they could feel that with the appearance of the pillar of light, wave after wave, the faint tide of magic had appeared in the north, and that dusty feeling made people think about it at the same time.

"Where is the location of the Amla Triangle?"

Trasleiman turned his head to look at Saruman, as a genius arcanist, the Warlock King judged its actual location by the existence of the pillar of light at a glance, this is just the simplest basic skill, but when Trisleiman turned his head, he was surprised to find that the powerful Lord of Shadows, the Great Elder of the Destruction Council, had a gentle smile on his face that had been maintained for this time, and turned to a cautious expression.

Two days later, the only tribe close to the sea in the Barren Stone Plateau, nearly one-third of the elite warriors of the Ghost Wolf Tribe of Longtan, plus 15 archmages temporarily selected by the Council of Destruction, 45 mages and nearly two hundred high-level mages, set off from the Barren Stone Plateau on seventeen orc steel warships, and headed straight for the waters of the Amla Triangle.

The leader is none other than the legendary "Saruman's Shadow", the original tower lord of space, the master of space magic, the arcane master of space walker William, and the old and strong orc sword saint Rogman, and finally the general of the ghost wolf tribe who serves as the vanguard, Lontan's favorite son, Ormanch-Theus.

"The gate that has been hidden in time has appeared, and it will be taken at all costs!

This is the order issued by the good old man Saruman and the beastmaster Magmanda, and it is also the goal that William must achieve, and it is the test that Ormanch must pass to become the only chieftain's heir.

At the same time, the location of the secret council of Fort St. Whitestone.

In the dark room, there was only a light beside each participant, just enough to reflect his face and expression, and the others, hidden and dark, looked extremely strange, but extremely solemn.

The only one who was completely shrouded in light was the Speaker sitting at the front, wearing a blood-red robe and a redstone crown on his head, and one of the three members of the White Rock Elder Church, the titular leader of the White Stone Society, the arcane wizard Marfa Kent, a mysterious figure who made Sirloin, who sat in the back row, tremble every time he looked at it.

In this dark hall, a secret meeting in the Lords of the White Stone Order has just ended, and everyone is waiting for the final decision of Marfa Kent, but he has his eyes closed, as if he is asleep, but everyone who is eligible to attend this meeting knows that it is not sleep, but Mr. Speaker, who is deliberating with the other two elders of the Council of Elders.

No one dared to disturb him, everyone waited in silence.

A few minutes later, opening his eerie purple eyes, Marfa Kent, who stood up, announced loudly,

"Presbyterian resolution!"

"Bang!"

In an instant, everyone stood up from their seats, only Sharon slowed down, but among the nearly 100 people, it didn't seem abrupt, and Kent didn't notice this side at all, he stretched out his hand, and with a pump in the air, a piece of paper appeared in his hand, and in Kent's deep and emotional voice, this decision that was enough to turn the entire White Stone Society upside down entered the ears of every mage.

"Order the 3rd, 7th, and 14th Battle Mages of the White Stone Society to cease all activities and assemble at Fort San White Stone within 1 day."

"Order the Third Magic Airship Formation of the White Stone Society to prepare for sailing. ”

"Appoint the seven-member councilmember of the White Stone Society-Hand of Time-Filin Miles as the commander of the White Stone Society's troops going to the Amla Triangle region, and the seven-member councilmember - Sky Hunter-Arsa Brills as the leader of the battle mages, and within 2 days, rush to the Amla Triangle to eliminate all non-members of the White Stone Society, block the mission, and kill them on the spot!"

"Order the White Stone Society's Space Magic Team to be on standby at all times, ready to form a remote portal from St. White Stone Fort to the Amra Triangle!"

"The seven-member council of the White Stone Society and the Mage Lord's House, including the retinue of the mages attending the meeting, are to be classified as confidential and subject to a two-month period of key monitoring!"

After reading the murderous resolution on the paper, Marfa Kent looked up and glanced at all the mages,

"My companions, the gate that the White Stone Society has been looking for for three thousand years has appeared, but we know that there are still many fate peepers in this world, but it doesn't matter, in this battle, the Holy White Stone Mage Federation will inevitably win and get everything we deserve, just like thousands of years ago!"

"Magic, glory!"

Sharon shouted slogans as she followed the fanatical mages around her, but her face was already blue.

Asasina, who was anxiously working with Mineva, trying to pull out the three magic runes that had been melted by the blue energy flow and firmly embedded in the magic circle, did not expect that the six people on her side, an inexplicable expedition, would bring what kind of changes to this tense world, but even if Asasina knew, she would be happy, because the enemy she had been looking forward to would appear in this collision of several parties.

World Island, the deepest part of the Ranodar forest, beyond a huge lake surrounded by green forests.

Furdar-Lim's song, with a silver bow on her back, was half-crouching by the lake, washing her bloodstained left arm with the water, and the most surprising thing was that not far behind her, her hunting target, the strange elf who claimed to be the Moon God Walker, was sitting peacefully under a huge oak tree meditating, and the two seemed to have reached a strange reconciliation, at least no longer drawing their swords.

"Grylls, I'm leaving, but when I get back, I swear to the moon god that I'll take your head off with my own hands!"

Ferdar gritted his teeth, wrapped a piece of white gauze around his right arm, turned around and said coldly to the strange elf, "You want me to bring you to the "Luna Grace", this is it, I hope you can also fulfill your promise!"

"Don't worry, General Fudar, I won't go anywhere, this is my destination, I will welcome the arrival of the moon god here, and the false god will definitely tear off her hypocrisy here!"

Grylls' eyes didn't open at all, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a small stone scythe swirled and landed at Vedal's feet.

"Please help me bring this artifact to the person who needs it most. ”

"Holy relic, such a toy, huh, how do I know who needs it the most?"

Ferdar picked up the stone scythe and hung it on his belt, while Grylls said quietly,

"Go, Ferdar, the blessed one of the moon gods, you will know who that man is, and I, who will fulfill my promise, await your vengeance here. ”

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The moonlight is scattered, the forest wind is faint, but in an instant, the two of them have disappeared into the jungle, only the lake that has been dyed blue by the moonlight seems to be witnessing the advent of a real troubled world. (To be continued.) )