Necromancer: A New Era

In ancient times, there was a legend about the Demon Abyss. Ten thousand years ago, a world-shaking battle broke out among the gods. The continent fell apart in the melee, and the gods disappeared without a trace. A bright star fell from the sky and landed in the west of the Apocalypse Continent. Dragon Island was split apart in the star collision. This star seemed to carry boundless demonic energy, and the Demon Abyss appeared afterwards.

It was vast and unfathomable, like a giant, endless abyss, spreading out before our eyes, its borders disappearing into the haze of the distance. Below the abyss, it was even more unfathomable, like a black hole in the night sky, deep and mysterious.

The Demonic Abyss is like an ancient and greedy monster, opening its huge dark mouth and quietly waiting. Any life that dares to approach will feel the invisible attraction, as if being pulled by some irresistible force, slowly approaching the abyss. Once you step into it, you will be swallowed up by the Demonic Abyss mercilessly and disappear into the endless darkness.

Countless brave and curious souls have tried to explore this mysterious land, but without exception, they have failed to return. The Abyss, a place full of unknowns and dangers, is both the dream and nightmare of explorers.

The Demon Abyss is full of demonic energy. Legend has it that any creature that comes within a hundred miles of it will be sucked in by its powerful suction. No matter whether it is an ordinary person or a Saint Realm warrior, no one can resist this force. There are even rumors that if you can enter the Demon Abyss and find the power of the devil, you can make the world surrender to you after you come out. However, many Saint Realm peak warriors who are seeking breakthroughs have stepped into the Demon Abyss, but no one has ever returned, making the Demon Abyss a forbidden place as famous as the Forbidden Mountains of God.

In the dark and mysterious borderland between the beastmen and the demon abyss, the web of space suddenly tore apart, revealing a deep crack. The demonic energy was like thick fog in the dark night, silently overflowing and filling the air, bringing a suffocating heaviness.

A towering figure slowly emerged from the cracks, as if he had come across time and space from an ancient battlefield. He was wearing dark golden armor, which was covered with countless hideous spikes, each of which seemed to have absorbed endless malice from the depths of hell. In the cracks of the armor, one could vaguely see fresh blood and pieces of flesh, which were traces of his battles and the emblem of his glory.

His head was that of a lion, with golden mane dancing wildly around his neck like a flame burning in the dark night. His body was like the strongest warrior, with muscular body and explosive power. His face was covered with fangs and black lines like spider webs, giving him a strange and majestic beauty.

He held a huge battle axe in his hand, the axe blade gleaming with cold light, as if it could split open all obstacles between heaven and earth. He looked up at the sky and let out a deafening roar, the sound echoing in the wilderness like thunder, shaking the hearts of every living being.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of this land, and his return announced the glory and revival of the orcs. He was the king of the orcs, a strong man who had disappeared for 20 years and returned from the abyss.

In the main tent of the Orc King's court, a meeting was in progress. Suddenly, a huge pressure came from the sky. Everyone felt this abnormal breath and walked out of the tent to check. When the body of the Orc King appeared in the sky, they were stunned and could not react for a while.

Once upon a time, their king was defeated and left alone, and the orcs fell into grief and confusion. Without the guidance of the orc king, they were like a boat swaying in the wind and rain, struggling to cope with threats from all sides. Every day, a large number of orcs died in misery.

However, at this moment, their king finally returned! The priests leaned on their scepters, tears filling their wrinkles. They had waited for twenty years, and finally welcomed this moment. The old priest immediately knelt down to express his deepest respect and gratitude to the orc king, and all the orcs present knelt down to welcome the return of their king.

The orc king looked at his people, his heart full of emotion. He knew very well the hardships and setbacks they had experienced in the past twenty years. But what he saw before him was their tenacity, courage, and consistent loyalty and faith in him. He walked forward to help the old priests up and then turned to face his people. His voice was as loud and firm as a battle horn: "My people, I am back! From now on, we will face any challenges together and create our own glory together!"

The orcs cheered again, their voices resounded through the sky and shook the earth. They seemed to see the future of the lion tribe, saw hope and light. They firmly believed that under the leadership of the orc king, the lion tribe would regain its glory. They knew that the orc tribe's hard days were over.

The news of the Orc King's return spread throughout the Northern Territory like snowflakes, and even humans received the news.

The Orc King's Court, which was extremely deserted in the past, has now regained its former bustle, with hundreds of tribes gathering together. Without the need for the Orc King's orders, the leaders of each tribe led their warriors to gather, knowing that the Orc King would lead them to the warm south to establish the supreme glory of the Orcs.

Compared to the excitement of the orcs, the Kasmore Empire was in a state of gloom, and Emperor Kasmore urgently summoned his ministers to discuss countermeasures. In the court, the ministers discussed the matter, some advocated peace, some proposed to unite with other countries to fight against the orcs, and some suggested sending spies to gain a deeper understanding of the orcs' dynamics.

Just as the emperor was hesitating, a young general stood up. His name was Alex. He was a military genius of the empire and the first person in the young generation of the empire. He was a 9th-level sanctuary knight and rode a silver flying dragon. He had a trace of the power of the true dragon bloodline and was extremely powerful. He calmly analyzed: "Your Majesty, the return of the orc king has undoubtedly brought us great pressure, but we can't just sit there and wait for death. I suggest strengthening border defenses and training soldiers to improve combat effectiveness. In addition, we can also form an alliance with other countries to jointly deal with the threat of orcs."

When the emperor heard Alex's suggestion, he agreed with it deeply, nodded slightly, and decided to follow the plan.

"In addition," the emperor murmured, "we must extend an olive branch to the elves and dwarves and work together to resist foreign aggression."

Following the emperor's order, the entire empire quickly mobilized and began intensive preparations for war. From cities to villages, every corner was filled with a solemn atmosphere of preparation for war, and people were united in their determination to defend their homes.

In the distant wilderness, the orc king's eyes flickered with the flame of revenge. He was also secretly planning a bloody revenge plan...

On this vast continent, a battle of life and death is about to take place. The Empire and the Orcs, who will win in the end? Which side will the scale of fate tip to?