It only took Grimm a quarter of an hour to clear out the Orc camp.
Other than the werewolf leader and the three Grade 4 Orcs who had escaped with injuries, the rest of the Orc warriors had all died on the spot. None of them survived.
This was also because Grimm did not have much killing intent and was too lazy to chase after the Orcs who had escaped.
Otherwise, with the Orcs' clumsy and laughably short legs, it was impossible for them to escape the pursuit of a Legendary Fire Wizard. Although those guys had escaped death on the surface, their bodies had been tainted by the Inextinguishable Flame during the short battle.
With the terrifying power of the Inextinguishable Flames, even if they had escaped, they would have to face the endless torment of the flames.
Just the thought of that kind of life was extremely miserable!
Grimm released his powerful mental strength and quickly scanned the entire battlefield. After confirming that he had not missed any worthy opponents, he turned around and rushed into the sky, flying into the distance.
To Grimm, it only took him seven or eight leaps to traverse the vast plains that spanned hundreds of miles. As for the towering mountains and surging rivers, they were nothing more than slopes and small ditches in his eyes …
Grimm turned into a ball of flames, exploding and reassembling in the sky … In the blink of an eye, he had already traversed thousands of miles, leaving behind only rings of flames that were slowly blooming behind him.
Grimm's arrogant actions naturally attracted the attention of the Orcs who passed by along the way. Ordinary Beastmen couldn't detect his presence at all. When they heard the strange explosion of the flames and rushed out, they could only see beautiful flowers of fire slowly blooming in the sky. They didn't know that Grimm was already hundreds of miles away.
However, along the way, there were always some Orc tribes that were too arrogant and unruly. They rushed into the sky to stop this mysterious enemy, but before they could clearly see Grimm's appearance, they were blasted out of the sky by a terrifying fireball.
Even a Grade 4 Orc would find it hard to defend against Grimm's Inextinguishable Flames. If they were careless, the Inextinguishable Flames would invade their soul and burn them to death.
Grimm didn't feel like arguing with these Beastman powerhouses, nor did he expect to obtain any valuable loot from them. Just like that, he barged his way through the densest territory of the beastmen and rushed towards the main shrine located in the central mountain range.
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After entering the Central Mountain Range, the mountains they saw along the way were all towering into the clouds, strange and precipitous.
Between the undulating mountain ranges, there were orc tribes scattered all over the place like stars in the sky. Based on Grimm's quick scan, there were at least 300,000 Orcs in this area.
Three hundred thousand … This was already a very shocking number!
One had to know that the Beastmen tribes had never produced anything. Every single one of them was a soldier, and they relied on enslaving other weaker races to provide them with food and various living necessities. Among the Beastmen, the green-skinned Beastmen were the majority, and there were also some powerful Minotaurs, Werewolves, Eaglemen, Bearmen, and other tribes.
On the whole, the Beastmen were a group of crude and stupid humanoid beasts that did not have any mercy or compassion for other races. They were violent and cruel, and would rather act than think. They would rather fight than argue.
They were typical muscular people, and the kind that had muscles growing out of their skulls!
Perhaps it was because of their 'purity' and violence that the Orc God, Ah Fu, had chosen them as a barbaric race under his protection. They continued to expand their territory, invading one elegant and noble civilised country after another.
Due to the severe clash of aesthetic standards, the relationship between the Orc Gods and the Elven Gods was extremely tense, to the point that they had become mortal enemies. The Orc Gods did not have good relations with the humans, Seafolk, Dwarves, and other tribes of the Underworld.
They were too bloodthirsty and thirsty for battle, to the point that they did not have any allies or friends in the World of Gods. There were only present enemies and future enemies.
As long as the land was ruled by the Orcs, even the most beautiful flowers of civilization would wither. In the end, all that was left was a group of slaves living in cruel oppression and slavery, as well as primitive tribes whose social forms were becoming more and more primitive.
Furthermore, the Orcs were too fertile. If they did not use war to deplete a portion of their population, no physical plane would be able to withstand these terrifying creatures that could fight, eat, and reproduce like locusts!
According to the normal process of a Dimensional War, if the Wizards wanted to invade the Mutas Plane, the first step would be to send people to infiltrate the interior of the plane and set up a stable and secure forward base. They would then gradually expand the scale of the base, build Wizard Pagodas, and build Dimension Gates to welcome more and more powerful Wizard troops into the plane.
From cleansing the various Orc tribes, slowly nibbling away at the foundation of the Orcs' faith, to invading the Orc Kingdom, and destroying the Orc Main Divine Temple … This process could take up to several hundred years!
Of course, the more resources and troops were invested, the faster the process would progress.
However, this was directly proportional to the loss of a large number of Wizard troops, as well as the long wait time!
This was why the Wizard Headquarters would often try to carry out such a strategic sneak attack.
As long as they could destroy the Main Divine Temple before the Orc Deity sent his clone down, the subsequent Dimensional War would be a one-sided massacre. Without the Orc Deity restraining them, the powerful Orcs within the plane would not be able to resist the ferocious Wizards.
Therefore, Grimm's group of five did not waste any time at all in other regions. Once they arrived, they went straight for the root of the problem, using the fastest and most direct method to launch a fierce attack on the Orc Main Divine Temple.
The Orc Main Divine Temple was located at the peak of a tall, majestic mountain. There were four levels of platforms in front of the mountain, and a wide path formed by tens of thousands of steps for the Orcs to ascend and descend. Every platform had an Orc camp of up to a thousand people, and those who could be selected were all powerful Orcs from all over the plane.
On the peak, the Orc Main Divine Temple was tens of meters tall, towering majestically. Judging from its appearance and design, it seemed as if it had been dug out from a mountain rock, fused into a single entity.
At this moment, within the main hall of the Orc Main Divine Temple, many Orc tribe leaders had gathered, solemnly watching a few Orc Priests who were dancing and singing around a huge brazier.
What was burning in the brazier was not charcoal, but a pile of malevolent and terrifying Skulls. From the looks of it, these Skulls belonged to Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Dragons, and many other intelligent beings.
The flames burning in the brazier were not the usual scarlet, but a cold and sinister green flame.
Under the burning of the pale green flame, the upper and lower jaws of those strange skulls couldn't help but tremble, letting out shrill howls that could make one's hair stand on end. Their souls would fly out from time to time, carrying the most vicious and terrifying curses towards the surrounding Orc Priests.
Unfortunately, their souls could not leave the area enveloped by the green light of the brazier. Before they could escape by half a foot, they were dragged back into the brazier by a strange, invisible force.
These were the skulls of the enemy tribes that the Orcs had killed or captured before they unified the Mutas Dimension. Using the Cursed Brazier to burn their souls day and night, making them wail in pain in front of the Orc God for tens of thousands of years … This was also the most terrifying way for the Orcs to punish their enemies!
But today, an even more terrifying enemy had appeared in the Mutas Dimension. This also forced the great Orc God of Massacre, Garen Akadas, to issue an oracle, issuing the highest level of danger alert to all the Mutas Orcs.
He allowed his subordinates to perform a sacrificial dance in front of the Cursed Brazier, throwing the skulls of the strong enemies they had just killed into the brazier. The Orc Priest, the respectable Ormus, was piously kneeling in front of a thirty-meter-tall statue of Garen, praying silently.
Compared to the other Orc Warriors, Ormus did not have a tall and sturdy physique. Instead, he seemed a little thin and weak. However, he wore a hat with iron thorns on top of the green hair on his head. A series of spikes on the inside of the hat pierced into his skull.
But strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed out.
On his ugly and flabby face, one could vaguely see crisscrossing shallow scars, and in the depths of his deep and serene eyes, there were even ghastly green flames burning, causing every living being that looked at him to feel their minds tremble, as if their souls had left their bodies.
"The enemies are coming … Get all the Orcs to prepare for battle!"
"Enemies? High Priest, haven't we already forced the Wizards who invaded the dimension to Mount Hagrid? Did they sneak out? "
"Idiot, it's not them! They're just here to steal our dimension's waymark … The Great God Garen has already given me an oracle. A group of terrifying Great Wizards have broken into the Mutas Dimension. They … Their goal is most likely to ambush the Great God Garen's main temple. So, immediately awaken the Earth Prophet and release the Dark Demon Dragon. We have to fight the enemies to the end. Only when the Great God Garen has completely descended will we be truly safe! "
"Go … Go quickly!"
As the High Priest Ormus roared at the top of his lungs, the group of Orc leaders ran out of the main hall one after another, splitting up and rushing to various places on the peak.
At this moment, the tall and mighty Garen statue in the main temple suddenly emitted a golden light that illuminated the entire sky. Immediately, amidst a series of strange snapping sounds, the God statue suddenly woke up and began to move its body slowly.
"God's Descent … The Great God Garen has descended in advance!"
The High Priest's heart suddenly tightened. He rushed to kneel in front of the huge God statue in a few steps and shouted loudly, "Great God Garen, you … Why have you descended in advance?"
The huge God statue was slowly coming to life under the golden light. Its body, armor, face, and weapons had all changed into the unique form of the legendary God of Massacre.
Moreover, it directly ignored Ormus' question and raised its head. A pair of eyes that were like searchlights stared straight at the distant sky.
"All of you should also prepare for battle! The enemies are already here. I will block the strongest few for all of you. All of you must protect the temple and not let them destroy or desecrate this temple … "
After saying that, the huge God statue pulled out a huge double-sided axe from its back and rushed out of the temple with earth-shattering steps.
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