On the northernmost side of the continent, the Cosmo Mountains, which have stood for hundreds of millions of years, stretch out their broad chests, exposing the lofty mountains to the sky and welcoming the cold winds from the sky.

The quaint and vicissitudes of the Frost Goddess Throne were covered with heavy blue ice threads, and circles of azure wind surged out from the pale blue carvings on the Frost Throne, whistling to bring the cold to the warm and embraced world.

The wind whistled away, raising a shadow and casting it over the earth, enveloping the living in death.

The orc shaman group Terr looked up at the gray sky, and his gray eyes still couldn't hide the deep bitterness in his eyes: death has come.

He clenched the quaint bone staff in his hand, his shriveled ten fingers clasped tightly around the rough joints, and two huge strings of teeth swayed in the cold wind on the bone staff, making a clanging noise.

"Let's migrate!"

He heard the old voice pouring out from his chapped lips, the timbre that once represented the will of God, was so helpless at this moment.

Countless beast roars suddenly rang out, and the silent valley boiled in an instant, the roar of the lion, the roar of the tiger, the howl of the werewolf, the hum of Pig, and the mournful cry of the fox clan.

With the last trace of reluctance, the orcs scrambled over their heads, their huge paws stepping on the cold, hard ground, and making a loud rumbling sound.

The black-pressed team set out, with an almost reverent gesture, following the tiny figure of the huge Beamon sitting in front of them, and at the beginning of the ******, began the endless suffering of the orcs.

The cold wind was still there, and as the light of the Frost Throne became more and more condensed, the entire mountain holding up the Divine Throne was plated with a layer of ice-blue shell, and spread endlessly into the distance.

The huge team that walked sleeplessly for several days and nights finally stopped, and the cold despair behind him could not overcome the powerlessness that came from the body, and the strong beasts stood among the snow, but they did not dare to sit down, and the hot air on their bodies steamed up and dissipated without a trace.

The venerable lion man lost all his glory, and held his tattered and luxurious fur tightly in his arms, burying his golden mane deep in it, greedily sucking the last of his warmth.

Beamon's massive body was no longer a symbol of strength, and misty white gas rose above Beamon's body, carrying away with the cold wind, leaving precious heat with it.

The largest number of pigs were huddled together, layers of thick fat piled up together, and the violent friction transferred the heat to all the bodies of the same kind

A piece of black pressing, unkempt and ragged, under the ravages of the cold wind, stood silently, and let out countless roars The big mouth closed tightly, leaving no gaps, as if even a gap the size of a hair was a kind of contempt for life.

From time to time, two or three figures fell, fell into the bottomless cliff, and shattered. Then one after another sad eyes lit up, with almost pity eyes, and fell to the open space where a figure was missing, blown by the cold wind, and the "whimper" sound suddenly sounded, looking so desolate and helpless.

Wailing, crying, angry, unwilling blood-red eyes flickered with bloodthirsty light at night, like two blood moons, looking at the earth, huge figures stood on the top of the mountain, like a canopy of heaven shrouded the world, the majestic muscles of the body rose high one by one, full of explosive power, people would be afraid at a glance, thick silver hair braided together, flying unscrupulously in the wind.

The brown claws popped out violently, and the thick blood covered the earth in an instant, staining the entire world with blood.

"Roar~"

A roar sounded in the darkness like thunder, like the roar of nine heavens, venting anger.

The worm-like slow procession stopped, looking at their emperor with ferze, waiting for a reprimand from him.

"For endless years, we have nourished the world, guarded the world, spilled the blood of warriors in every corner, built the glory of this world with the flesh and blood of the enemy, and gave everything we have to this world, however, what !! have we got"

"Hunger, death, pain, and endless resentment!!"

"Why?

"What did we do wrong?

"No, we're not wrong, we never have, we didn't have in the past, we don't have now, and we won't have in the future!"

"No !!"

The angry roar was like thunder exploding above the heads of all the orcs, priing open the frozen numb heart, igniting the blood of all the orcs, anger filled the heart, tens of thousands of blood-red light densely covered the mountain, that was hatred, unwillingness, it was chilling anger, under such anger, even the cold wind had to retreat.

"No!!"

King Pigg roared angrily, his large but burly body shaking with rage.

"No !!"

Immediately afterward, countless cries rang out, shattering the heavens, to tear the moonlight apart, so that the world could see, we were not wrong, why should we be so painful.

"Wow~"

The huge snow dragon rushed down from the top of the mountain, making a loud roar, covering countless cries in an instant, and the white snow foam was constantly thrown out, dancing in the cold wind, as agile as a holy angel, but the kind of deep cold that penetrated into the bone marrow, representing the deep anger of the heavens, to punish this group of daring ants.

"Roar~"

The majestic figure rushed out, his eyes flashing with wanton red, and he carried two blood-colored ribbons between the runs, which looked extremely strange on the snow.

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

The roar tore through the sky, and the ragged orcs burst out with powerful vitality, fanatical faith, and turned into a wave of heat that rushed to the sky, crushing all the cold and surrendering to it.

"Roar"

The Beast Emperor roared, his arms trembled, his huge claws swayed violently, and blood-red phantoms shot out.

"Bang"

A snow dragon broke off in response.

"Roar"

The beasts hissed and turned into a rolling torrent and rushed towards the Beast Emperor, who was their king, sworn to follow.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

A loud bang sounded, one by one the snow dragons collapsed, and the body of the beast emperor was like a giant axe, opening mountains and breaking water when encountering water, unstoppable.

"Emperor!"

Feverish roars came and went, and a pair of blood-red eyes flashed in the night.

"We are not guilty!"

The Beast Emperor roared, like a giant standing on the top of a mountain, announcing to the whole world that a vengeful race had come to the world, to tear apart everything that was owed to them in this world, to make the world submit to their strength, and they wanted to gain everything they had.

"We, kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Brutality, anger, in this one reached its peak, the orcs vented the killing in their hearts, roared on the top of the mountain, the wisps of red light that came out of each orc, condensed in the sky, and a bloody huge head suddenly appeared in midair, staring into the distance with the cruelty that ignited countless bloodthirsty.