North of the Great Ice Wall.
The mountain ranges overlapped one another and stretched on endlessly.
It was the same for the Orc cities built on the mountains.
These pitch-black cities were like huge stains that were stuck to the pure white icebergs.
Looking from the sky.
In the city closest to the Great Ice Wall, some buildings were emitting billowing black smoke. The Orcs on the streets were heading to the factories in groups to work.
Without a doubt.
This Orc city closest to the Great Ice Wall wasn't a normal residence for the Orcs. It was a super military factory.
There were seven such cities in the Orc Empire. They provided sufficient weapons, armor, catapults, arrows, and various accessories for the Orc soldiers in the seven sections of the Great Ice Wall.
As for the seven Super Military Factories, each city had an average of over a million Orcs.
The morning sun shone faintly.
The hardworking Orcs walked out of their houses that weren't too warm. They picked up their tools and went to work in the factories. They didn't rest in the afternoon.
They worked from morning to night.
During the war, they had been working for half a year.
Every day, they worked 697 hours without rest.
However, this kind of intense labor was already too much for many Beastmen to bear. Many Beastmen directly died of exhaustion at their posts.
But escaping also meant death.
Slacking also meant death.
They were the most ordinary, simple, and kind-hearted Orcs, and they had the least rights of Orcs in the Orc Empire. In other words, they were the Orcs who could not cultivate Dou Qi and magic.
The treatment of these Orcs was even worse than the 70,000 Orcs who mined for the City of Dawn.
However, the Orcs were good at reproducing and rearing. In this huge Orc Empire, if there was no birth control, the fish in the extreme north would not be enough for them to eat.
But after the war started, Guer 'te once again opened up the policy of having more children. This led to more Beastmen dying in the war than newborn Beastman babies.
Guer 'te wasn't sure how long the war would last. He didn't know if it would last until the Orc children grew up and had enough power to pick up swords and die.
In this war.
Guer 'te knew that he would lose.
Because any Saint from the elves or humans would be able to keep him busy.
They had more Legendary and Epic warriors than the Orcs.
Guer 'te could only follow the rules of the Elves.
If the enemy sent Intermediate soldiers, he would send Intermediate soldiers.
If the enemy sent out high-level and Grandmasters, he would have to send out high-level Grandmasters.
The elves and humans were using him to train their troops. What could he do?
Gurtai was ambitious, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn't do it alone.
He didn't dare to break the rules of the battlefield, because if he did, the elves and humans wouldn't need to follow the rules either.
Therefore, it was uncertain how many people would be left in the Orc Empire from the second era.
"By abiding by the rules, they can at least die on the battlefield under the weapons of enemies of the same level. They can even kill a few people. This can also be considered a form of glory, isn't it?" Gurte laughed self-mockingly in the empty palace.
The Dark World had promised to give him a lot of help in this war.
There were tens of millions of dark creatures among them.
But these guys were too weak and couldn't be controlled.
Originally, the Evil Devil army was going to participate in the battle. But Silag, the son of Sidi, who was the leader of the Evil Devil army, had died at William's hands.
Sidi, a Legendary devil who had stepped into the Sage level, had made a bet with the Elves to take revenge on William.
In the end.
They had lost.
The dark creatures were useless. They couldn't hold back the humans and elves.
In the past six months, more than half of the dark creatures had died. Just the chosen ones alone had killed one-third of them.
The Evil Devil army had just arrived and sent a wave of heads to the Elven prince before leaving.
Gurte wanted to kill his way into the Dark World and kill the idiotic Evil Devil Lord, Sidi.
But he didn't dare to.
Because in the nine continents of the Gods, he was one of the few sages of the Orc race.
He wouldn't die.
The Orc race would never disappear.
He was a strong person, so strong that he stood at the peak of this world.
He was weak, so weak that the humans and elves would destroy this empire. In the end, they could only let him and a portion of the Orcs go.
This war was telling him, "The Dark World is invading. You are a group of lackeys of the Dark World. Your Orc Empire will be gone."
Gurte was angry, but he was helpless.
His ancestors had made a wrong decision. Perhaps the Orcs didn't have a good time in the Gods' continent.
That was why they surrendered to the Dark World and became cannon fodder to conquer their own world.
But no matter what.
The Orcs just wanted to become stronger and have a bigger territory.
Was that wrong?
For the development and strength of the race, that was definitely not wrong.
Why could the elves and humans unify the continent?
Did the Orcs have to be like those little fish, at the bottom of the Gods' continent?
It was a war between races.
There was no justice.
There was only the development and strength of the race.
If the Orc Empire was strong enough, why would Gurte let the Orcs work so hard? Why couldn't they just capture some human slaves?
"Five years. As long as we can hold on for another five years, when the next Darkness Invasion comes, even if my empire falls, I will make you pay an unimaginably heavy price." Gurte narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists so hard that cracking sounds could be heard.
This was the sorrow of being a sage of a race.
Gurte was powerful.
But he had too many things on his back. It was too heavy.
How could he not know the complaints of the low-level Orcs?
How could he not know that the low-level Orcs scolded him for being a ruthless emperor?
What did the low-level Orcs say?
They said that he was a traitor of the Orcs, a lackey of the Dark World, and that he was courting death!
As a sage, he did not even have the guts to attack …
Gurte thought of these words and laughed. "Indeed, I don't even have the guts to attack …"
But he was a sage.
He was the God of the Orcs!
He wanted to protect the legacy of the Orcs …
As long as he wanted to, he could hear the voices and calls of the group of Orcs.
Every day and night.
He could hear millions of Orcs shouting cold, hungry, tired, weeping, wailing, and despairing voices echoing in his mind.
During the war.
Countless Orcs were screaming. Why did no one save them? Why did no experts appear …
He heard it.
He heard everything. He was tired of hearing it. In the beginning, he was distressed by it. Now, he was calm and did not want to listen to a single word.
Because he was the only Orc sage in the entire Legendary continent.
Ever since he established the Orc Empire, he knew that he was wrong.
This was not a strong fortress.
It was a cage that he could never walk out of …
Suddenly, there were footsteps in the palace.
Gurte looked at the newcomer with a blank expression.
A legendary Orc knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, we have chosen a total of three million talented Orcs and sent them to the alternate dimension."
"Continue to choose. Let them give birth. Keep giving birth. You have to check every Orc baby personally to see how talented they are." Gurte's voice was very cold.
"Yes, but they are so young. Let them leave their mothers …" The legendary Orc could not bear to do so.
Gurte did not speak. He just glanced at him indifferently.
The latter did not dare to say anything more. He quickly got up and left.
Did the legendary Orc not know what Gurte was thinking?
He knew …
But because he knew, he hated his powerlessness. He could only let this group of newborn children become orphans without even drinking their mother's milk.
Gurte slowly closed his eyes.
No matter what.
He was still the strongest person in this empire.
He would continue to fight in the war.
He had to prepare a way out.
He only hoped.
The promise of the Dark World was real.
If so, everything would be worth it!
…
William did not understand the sorrow of the Orcs. He did not need to understand. Everyone was selfish.
Any intelligent creature could not avoid selfishness from the moment they were born.
They all wanted to develop their own power. There was nothing much to say.
In this magical fantasy world, being weak was a sin!
Therefore, he was always working hard to become stronger.
Because he knew.
He was weak.
Even if he died, no one would care about him.
In his previous life, when William was killed, his corpse was hung under the waterfall. In the later stages of the game, no one took it away. It was even used as a scenic spot. This was a sin.
Meanwhile.
William had dug a tunnel that was more than 40 kilometers long …
Ahem.
To avoid any accidents, when he was 20 kilometers away from the Black Great Wall, he had already dug 50 meters underground.
He had been digging to the north.
He had been digging for a total of three hours.
It had to be said.
His hand speed increased.
His digging speed was three times faster than before.
After all, when two hands were added together, the speed of improvement was not 1 + 1 = 2!
It could also be 3.
"Look at the map. The Orc's super military factory should be nearby." William took out the crystal ball that Bernice had given him. He looked at the 3D magic map and muttered to himself.
"But this is the internal territory of the Orc Empire. The defense is relatively lax. The strongest warriors are usually Epic warriors. This gives me many opportunities. If I'm discovered, I can kill one of them and escape. Then, even if the Legendary warrior chases me, he can only eat my fart." William stroked his chin and enlarged the map.
"Hiss!"
William inhaled a breath of cold air. "The Queen is awesome. She must have drawn this map above the Orc Empire. Even the location of the warehouse is marked clearly. Even Gurte, that fool, did not dare to stop her. "
"But why do I feel that Bernice gave me this map? It seems to be premeditated." He glanced at his hands and then at the crystal ball.
William suddenly realized the purpose of Bernice giving him this super map.
It seemed that she wanted him to cause trouble.
"Then I don't care anymore. Since you've already hinted to me, I'm sure you'll protect my life when that Saint, Gurtai, makes a move." The prince took a deep breath and began to dig upwards.
After all, the Orcs looked easy to bully. If he did not bully them, he would feel sorry for himself.
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