The Core was in chaos. It was so chaotic that one couldn't even imagine it. The Four Great Districts had completely collapsed, while the Noble Berserkers, which had dominated the Core for twenty years, had been destroyed in a single day. Even the sky seemed to have become darker.
Adonias was wearing armour as he sat on top of a black tiger. His expression was like that of a madman.
"Where is she? Find her, find her! We must find her!" Adonias was roaring, "Daily! You must die! You must die!"
"Sir, Daily ran away! She climbed up to that continent!" An Orc pointed at the ancient battlefield in front of the Holy City.
"Run? She can't run away! No one can save her!" Adonias's eyes were full of killing intent. "Go there, go there!"
A huge bugle horn was held in the hand of an Orc. As soon as the bugle horn blew, countless bugles responded. In a short time, the bugle horn spread to the four regions in the Core. It was obvious how many Orcs there were.
All the Orcs that were wreaking havoc had stopped their movements in unison and rushed towards the ancient battleground in the middle.
On the top of a mountain, someone was standing there and looking at the figures of these Orcs, muttering, "What a poor group of mutated creatures. They live in the world woven by others, and now, like shepherds, they drive these sheep into cages and raise the civilization for so long. It's time to take an action. Combine with the surface, and make a new civilization. People will have new beliefs. Our God race will rule the whole world! Go quickly, drive the sheep away. I can't wait for that day to come."
In a hidden cave, Jetta dragged her seriously injured body out. She looked at the sky and shook her stiff arm with dark clouds. Jetta laughed at herself and said, "What Goddess of Life? Even I can't cure myself. Henry, things have come to a critical moment, and no one can help you now. You can only rely on yourself. I hope you can hold on until they come back... Elite Spirit Hall, the Divine Clan, these people are not easy to deal with."
The Core was gradually shattering.
At this time, the sky had completely darkened. Henry, Gardiner, Ranulfo and a group of people were walking at the forefront of the ancient battlefield. They were waiting for the arrival of
Alene and the others.
All of a sudden, the ground under their feet began to tremble. The impact was so strong that everyone could clearly feel it.
Henry's and the others' faces instantly became gloomy. There was only one reason for the ground to shake!
"Hurry up! Inform all the people to prepare for the battle!" Gardiner shouted and quickly rushed to the rear camp.
"Cleve, the members of the five major clans, hurry up and get everyone ready!" Henry shouted. He had long been ready to attack Orcs at any time.
Cleve and the five major clans did not dare to hesitate. They immediately rushed to the rear and began to make arrangements.
The shock beneath their feet grew stronger and stronger. Ranulfo looked into the distance. At this moment, the dark clouds were pressing down on the land, giving off an indescribable sense of oppression.
"I didn't expect them to come so soon. It's three days earlier than I expected." Ranulfo touched his nose. "It's embarrassing."
"Raniero, stay here! Don't let anyone pass!" Henry ordered in a low voice.
Raniero's figure appeared in the dark and stood firmly here. He was only one person, but he gave people a feeling of a fortress.
After Henry finished speaking, he quickly rushed to the Core.
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