Lord Era: I, The Strongest Lord Of The Abyss!

"What! Our outpost was attacked?"

In the early hours of the morning.

Sark Blackblade, the Great Chieftain of the Blackblade Clan, rushed out of his tent upon hearing the news, and said furiously.

"Which clan did this? How many of them were there?"

This was Sark Blackblade's first reaction upon hearing the news.

Although the Blackblade Clan is the largest orc clan in the Sea of Bitterness Desert, it is not the only one.

Besides the Blackblade Clan itself, there are several other orc clans dwelling in various oases within the desert.

However, due to the Blackblade Clan's growth in recent years, the other orc clans have not had any conflicts with them for many years.

So, when Sark Blackblade heard this news, his first reaction was anger.

Like a brown bear whose territory has been invaded, his first instinct was to drive the intruders out of his domain.

But to his surprise, after hearing his roar, no one in the entire army camp answered his questions.

All the orcs ignored their Great Chieftain and gathered around a certain corner of the camp, muttering incessantly about something.

Seeing his subordinates acting this way, Sark was even more enraged.

But when he actually saw the culprit causing his orcs to ignore him, he fell silent.

"This is!"

Two orcs who had "escaped" from the outpost were lying in pools of blood, constantly muttering something.

However, because their breaths were too weak, it was difficult for anyone to understand what they were saying.

But what they wanted to say was not difficult to guess.

"Kill... me!" "Let me... be free."

These two orcs, whose limbs had been torn off alive by demons, were looking at their fellow orcs with their remaining eyes.

Their once unruly eyes were now filled with only pain and pleading.

The two of them had been tied to a frenzied dire wolf and brought back, and the torment they had suffered along the way was beyond words.

One of the orcs even had a wound on his abdomen left by a demon's bite.

Clearly, he was a not-so-lucky lucky one.

He did not die, but the torment he suffered was infinitely prolonged.

The only reason Wu Wei sent them back was not to show his "mercy."

The purpose of sending these two orcs back was to display his cruelty and contempt for the orc race.

He was provoking the Blackblade Clan, trying to enrage them.

And he did indeed succeed, and did so perfectly.

"Shua!" "Shua!"

Sark Blackblade quickly ended the two orcs' suffering with his own hands.

"Father!"

Imon Blackblade, with bloodshot eyes, looked at his father, trembling all over.

He was not the only one; all the orc warriors who saw this scene were looking at the Great Orc Chieftain.

And Sark could not possibly misunderstand what they meant.

"Pass down the order, all the warriors of the Blackblade Clan are to gather here, no, all the clan warriors in the Sea of Bitterness Desert..."

Sark roared in an incredibly loud voice.

"We orcs have been provoked, and we will surely respond to their provocation with the blood and souls of our enemies!"

As news of the Blackblade Clan's plight spread, the entire Sea of Bitterness Desert was in turmoil.

One after another, scattered orc clans began to gather, and their gathering direction was towards Wu Wei's location.

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On the other side.

Wu Wei, who was in the ruins of the outpost, opened his eyes.

"Finally here?"

"As I expected, these orcs are so impatient. Even the slightest provocation is enough to ignite their滔天rage."

Wu Wei looked at the Heavenly Dao Map, at the countless arrows representing the orc forces.

These orc warriors were advancing very quickly, but their overall number was far less than the number of demons under Wu Wei's command.

In fact, the total number of orcs combined was less than the number of Wu Wei's 30,000 demon army.

This was because although the Sea of Bitterness Desert was large, its natural carrying capacity was limited. Only a few oases in such a large area were suitable for orc survival, so the number of orcs was naturally small.

Secondly, the reproduction of the orc race was very difficult.

Only the descendants of pure-blooded orcs and pure-blooded orcs could be called orcs.

The offspring of pure-blooded orcs and other races could only be called half-orcs.

Although the names differed by only one word, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

The potential of orcs was not comparable to that of half-orcs.

Even ordinary pure-blooded orcs could possess extremely strong physical qualities without any training.

And the power within their bloodline allowed them to cooperate with dire wolves to become wolf riders after adulthood, or to become some kind of orc priest who could communicate with the will of the orc ancestors.

Half-orcs, on the other hand, were just cannon fodder whose status was not much higher than slaves in the eyes of orcs.

"Weak and powerless," their role in war was extremely limited, so orcs generally used them as sentries and managers of slaves.

Therefore, the main force of orc raids and wars was often only the orcs themselves.

This was the real reason why, although Wu Wei had provoked the entire Sea of Bitterness Desert, the orc army that came to eliminate him was smaller than his own.

But don't forget, although the number of orc warriors was small, each orc was a truly powerful warrior.

So even if the number of these orcs was less than the number of demon warriors under Wu Wei's command, once the two armies truly fought, the balance of victory would most likely tilt towards the orcs.

However, Wu Wei, who had long known about this, had also made preparations.

He first ordered the demon warriors under his command to prepare for defense, and then moved the demon armies that he had long dispersed throughout the desert.

However, the destination of these demon armies was not to support Wu Wei, who was in a critical situation.

Their target was the major oasis areas that had lost orc protection and were only defended by slaves and half-orcs!

It was as if Wu Wei was preparing to use himself as an ordinary piece on the chessboard in exchange for the final victory.

However, when countless dire wolves carrying orcs arrived near the ruins of the outpost, what greeted them was not an attack from the demons, but a round of protection for all abyssal creatures...

Black Sun!

When this black sun really rose, the world in front of many orcs and dire wolves changed.

The dry, hot desert under their feet disappeared and turned into a muddy land rich in stench and corrupt matter, and the surrounding air was filled with various foul and toxic gases.

And above the sky, there was also a black vortex looking down at them from above.

Their attack had not yet begun, but the first wave of mental attacks from the endless abyss had already begun!