To the north of the Main Plane was a vast grassland occupied by the Orc Empire. There were mountains, rivers, hills, and valleys on the grassland. One of the valleys seemed inconspicuous at first glance, but it was incredibly deep. It took a long time to climb down the steep cliff to reach the bottom of the valley. If one calculated carefully, one would find that the bottom of the valley was even deeper than the bottom of the sea in many places.
Logically speaking, the bottom of this deep valley should be dark and covered in jagged rocks of all shapes and sizes. But it was not. The bottom of the valley was a flat grassland. There was the sun in the day, the moon, and the stars in the night. If it wasn't for the steep cliffs in the distance, one would wonder if they were in the grassland outside.
All of this was the work of the great gods.
The concentration of magic in the Main Plane was the lowest at sea level, and it kept increasing as it went up and down. So the magic in the sky and underground was the thickest. This valley was extremely low, so the concentration of magic was naturally very high. It was the most suitable place for powerful creatures to live.
So when the Orc Gods discovered this place, they modified it and turned it into their residence.
When the Orc gods were first born, most of them would live here for a period of time. Before the Goddess of Life built the big enchantment that covered the Main Plane, this was the residence of the Orc Master God. So later, this place became the holy land of the Orc race.
Until today, there were still Orc gods living here. As long as they were not weak Divine Powers, gods could move freely on the Main Plane.
The Orc god who lived here was the God of Temperance of the Foxmen. This god had become a god about five hundred years ago, and was the youngest among the Orc gods. Since he became a god, he had replaced the ancestors who lived here and became the guardian of this holy land.
For those who knew about this place, this small grassland at the bottom of the valley had a name that made people yearn for it.
Holy Hall.
The Orc's "Holy Hall" was not like those in some anime, where there were towering temples and magical twelve palaces. Other than a spacious open-air hall, there were only some messy thatched huts scattered all over the place. Those who had reached the peak of the Legendary-realm and wanted to step into the Demigod Realm, or those who had become Demigods but were passionate about cultivation and too lazy to go out lived in these slightly dilapidated straw huts.
Other than training, they had no distractions. This place was quiet and secluded, and there were no external disturbances. Moreover, there were gods as teachers, and friends of similar levels could discuss and learn from each other. This was the best place to train.
However, cultivation was only a process, not a goal. The reason why the beastmen kept cultivating was to become stronger and to fight.
Only by cultivating and becoming stronger would one be able to fight better.
Now was the time to fight.
The doors of the straw huts were pushed open, and many old but bright-eyed Orcs walked out of the straw huts. They gathered in the open-air hall and faced the God who was glowing faintly and gazing up at the sky.
When they were all gathered, the young god nodded and asked, "Are you all ready?"
"Everything is ready!"
"We can fight at any time!"
"I can't wait to chop off a bunch of human heads!"
"Yeah, I can hear my beloved saber cheering for fresh blood!"
…
There were all kinds of messy answers, but they were all filled with the desire to fight.
The God whose doctrine was to use reason to control wisdom smiled slightly and waved his hand gently. A light breeze rose from the ground. Although the wind was not strong, it lifted all the legendary peak and Demigod masters up and flew toward the entrance of the canyon above.
When they passed through the enchantment that enveloped the Saint Hall, the bodies of these masters all emitted a strong aura. The power that had been suppressed for a long time because of the enchantment was released completely. It surged and turned into a strong wind that cracked the stone walls on both sides. The gravel turned into powder before it could fall. Under the impact of the aura, it did not fall but rose up into the sky.
From afar, it looked as if a huge tornado was rising from the bottom of the canyon and rushing into the sky.
Almost at the same time, a bright holy light landed on the highest peak of the Broken Cloud Mountains.
This mountain range, also known as the "Cloud Severing Mountain Range," was the tallest mountain range in the main plane. Its status was equivalent to the Himalayas on Earth — or even higher. After all, the highest mountains in the world were all located here.
Originally, there was the Dragon Mountains that could be compared to it. However, the top of the Dragon Mountains had been hidden by the vast magic power of the dragon race. For mortals who could not find the way to enter, it was now far less high than the Broken Cloud Mountains. As long as one had the strength of a mid-level master, one could easily climb to the top.
As for the Broken Cloud Mountains … it was best for those below the legendary level not to go there to die.
The peak of the Broken Cloud Mountains was one of the places with the densest magic power on the Main Plane. Naturally, it was one of the best places in the world for training. From ancient times to the present, those who were ambitious to break through the limits of the legendary level and step into the Demigod Realm, or those who were unwilling to leave the human world liked to live here.
Where there were people, there were grievances. Where there were grievances, there were martial arts. No one knew how many fights had broken out around that strange peak. In the end, the human experts used their advantage in numbers to firmly occupy the top of the mountain, and named it "Divine Mountain".
Similar to the masters of the Orc Templars, the masters of the Holy Mountain also trained here quietly. However, compared to the disciplined and organized Templars, their structure was more loose and chaotic, and they were much less famous. Almost no one knew about them.
Even Leon Igor, who was born a prince and had been a lone thief for many years, only learned about this from the masters of the Broken Cloud Mountains after he stepped into the legendary level. Out of curiosity, he tried to climb the highest peak of the Broken Cloud Mountains.
For many years, these masters who lived in seclusion on the Holy Mountain stood aloof from worldly affairs and almost never went out. Compared to the dense magic power of the Holy Mountain, the thin magic power on the ground naturally made them very uncomfortable. It was like people who were used to low oxygen content at high altitude. Even if their bodies could withstand it, they would inevitably feel uncomfortable.
But today, they had to leave.
Because the gods of the humans were summoning them. The overall situation of the war needed them. Because their old opponents had come out of the mountains. The cause of the humans needed them to fight against the Orc masters who had fought with them countless times over the years and left behind countless legendary stories. In the end, they went back to their peaceful lives and lived in seclusion.
Stone rooms that were so strong that even the hurricanes and magical beasts couldn't damage them at all were turned into powder. Figures with messy hair but high fighting spirits gathered at the peak of the mountain, in front of the slowly falling holy light.
That was one of the successors of the God of Knights, one of the eight Goddesses of Virtue, the Goddess of Courage.
Facing the human masters with high fighting spirits, the silver-haired goddess didn't say anything. She just pointed the sword in her hand to the north, in the direction of the prairie.
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