Chapter 915 (1/2)

Chapter 915: The Start of the Battle (Part 1)

To the north of the Main Plane was the Hirose grassland that the Orc Empire had taken over. Originally, this grassland had hills and water, as well as canyons and other natural features. One of the canyons seemed insignificant but was actually extremely deep, deeper than one would imagine. If one walked along the canyon and explored it, one would require an extremely long period of time to reach the base of the canyon. If one made some calculations, they would realize that the height of the canyon’s base was deeper than that of certain parts of the sea!

According to logic, this deep base of the canyon should be dark and filled with strange rocks. However, this wasn’t so. The base of the canyon was actually a piece of flat grassland, and there was sunlight in the day and stars during the night. If one was unable to see the canyon walls in the distance, one would even think that he or she was standing in an original grassland on normal flatland!

All this was of course the work of the Great God.

The Maine Plane’s magic was scattered depending on the area. At sea level, it was the lowest, and it increased if you moved upwards or downwards. This was why the skies and the underground had the thickest concentration of magic. This canyon extended deep into the underground, and naturally, the concentration of magic was definitely extremely high. This was most suitable for the legendary and powerful living creatures to reside at.

This was why when the various Orc gods had discovered this place, they had developed it intensively and made it their home.

New Orc gods tended to live here for a period of time. Before the Goddess of Life had constructed the Main Plane’s enchantment, this was the most suitable place for all Orc gods to live in. Afterwards, this place became the Orcs’ holy ground.

Up till now, there were still Orc gods who lived here. As long as they did not yet have low-level Divine Power, the gods could still roam freely on the Main Plane.

The Orc god who currently stayed here were the Fox people’s God of Temperance. He had been a god for about 500 years and was the youngest amongst the Orc gods. Ever since he had become a god, he had taken over from the previous resident here and became the protector of this holy ground.

For those who were familiar with this place, this average-sized canyon field had an awe-inspiring name: the Divine Temple.

The “Divine Temple” of the Orcs were not like those in illustrated comics with looming temples and mystical zodiacs. Other than a spacious lobby that overlooked the skies, there were only a few scattered grass houses. Those who had reached the legendary peak and wanted to take a step further to enter the Demigod Realm or those who had become demigods but who were used to training and did not want to enter the outer world resided in these tattered and run-down grass houses.

Other than spending their days meditating and training, these people enjoyed the peace of this place where there were little disturbances. There were also some gods who became teachers and discussed skills with their peers of similar skill level. This place was extremely suitable for training oneself, after all.

However, training was still ultimately a process and not a goal. The Orc Legendary Masters continually underwent training not just to become strong but also for the secondary purpose of preparing for war.

Training and increasing in strength was how they would perform well in war.

Now, such a war had come.

The grass houses’ doors swung open, and several white-haired but sharp-eyed Orcs emerged from these houses. They gathered in the lobby overlooking the skies and glanced at a god who was faintly emitting light in the sky.

Once the Orcs had all gathered, this young god nodded his head and asked, “Are you ready?”

“We are ready!”

“We can enter the battle anytime!”