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As Yang Zhen was delving deeper into the runes, an orc entered the cave and respectfully knelt on one knee, performing the highest greeting for guests from the Orcs. “Honored warrior, the elder has sent me to invite you to the bonfire banquet.”

“Okay, just a moment,” Yang Zhen nodded and then nudged the sleeping Babala. The barbarian opened his eyes alertly upon seeing Yang Zhen, but before the young man could say anything, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

“Let’s go.” Yang Zhen shook his head and decided not to disturb Babala further. After flying into the Beast Language Forest in the morning and finishing the battle in the afternoon, Babala must be exhausted. The loss of Lulu had hit the barbarian the hardest.

When Yang Zhen stepped out of the cave, the orcs waiting around the bonfire began to cheer loudly and sang their songs of welcome for the distinguished guest. A female orc, bare-chested except for a leather skirt, started to dance, causing Yang Zhen’s face to flush slightly.

“Wow, those muscles are huge! Babala doesn’t have muscles like that.” The noise woke the barbarian, and he knew that members of the Blue Moon Legion were sharp and alert; if such commotion went unnoticed, it could only mean one thing-they were dead.

However, what Babala said next made Yang Zhen stumble. Could this barbarian really be so naive? It was even more astonishing than when he didn’t understand what “I give you” meant-was that a muscle? Any man would know what that was!

Clearly, Babala was male, but he genuinely didn’t know that it was a woman’s secondary sexual characteristic. What was even more perplexing was that he reached over and touched it, stating something even more outrageous: “So soft, not firm enough.”

Even more astonishing was that the female orc didn’t seem angry. After rubbing against Babala, she took his hand and led him into the woods. Yang Zhen understood immediately, ah, the female orc was clearly going to give herself to him.

Guided by the orc attendant, Yang Zhen arrived in front of an elder with a long beard; this must be the tribe’s elder. Yang Zhen knew a little about the orc tribe and had never heard of an elder being a leader.

They had three leaders. The first was Sword Saint Guli, the second was Wuli Shaman, and the last was Prophet Buli. Even if a leader died, the next in line still retained the same title.

The elder saw Yang Zhen arrive and stood up with the help of the attendant, once again bowing respectfully on one knee. Yang Zhen hurried forward to assist him, and they both took their seats. The elder spoke.

“Choose one. The women of the Orcs all admire warriors. Whichever one catches your eye, like your companion, they will offer you everything.”

Yang Zhen shivered and shook his head. The difference between orcs and humans was just skin color; everything else was the same. The green-skinned female orcs dancing around the bonfire had excellent figures and looks. However, Yang Zhen still preferred his own Roland.

The elder smiled and shook his head, understanding Yang Zhen’s rejection of the proposal and deciding not to bring it up again. In that brief moment, Babala had already emerged from the woods. Yang Zhen was taken aback; could it be so quick? But suddenly, he heard the psychic consciousness of the piglet in his mind: “Now that’s a guy! Learn from him; you were so boring that night!”

Babala was obviously still dazed and hadn’t grasped the situation, as Pipi pulled him aside to ask about how much he had eaten. The poor barbarian had probably experienced more in the last few days than in his entire life, unaware of how he lived in the Blue Moon Legion.

“Honored elder, please excuse my curiosity, but are there divisions within the Orcs now?” Yang Zhen cut to the chase. If they chatted all night without clarifying the situation, it would be a waste of time.

“Alas, as you can see, Wuli Shaman has fallen. He has betrayed the Beast God and his own faith, becoming a servant of the Fallen God,” the elder sighed deeply.

“When did this happen, and what about Prophet Buli and Sword Saint Guli? Who leads your tribe?” Yang Zhen asked immediately.

The elder handed Yang Zhen a roasted pig leg. Just like wearing magical beast hides, the orc tribe’s staple food was also magical beast meat. According to their beliefs, this was in line with the bloodline of magical beasts, but after being influenced by Roland’s ideals, Yang Zhen understood it was merely a part of the food chain.

“You must know that a thousand years ago, the West Continent invaded the East Continent, right? From that time on, the Orcs have already split apart.”

“Really? That early? How come nobody on the Firmament Continent seems to know about it?” Yang Zhen’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“The reason for the rift among the Orcs back then was the invasion of the East Continent. Prophet Buli, guided by the Beast God, predicted that this would be a disaster for the Orcs. However, Sword Saint Guli and Wuli Shaman were both fixated on the divine realm, wanting to receive rewards from the deities.”

“And then?”

“The Orcs returned in utter defeat. According to accounts from that time, they didn’t even know what their enemies looked like, and both Guli and Wuli died in battle on the East Continent!”

Yang Zhen felt a chill in his heart. What kind of power did the East Continent possess to repel the Orcs without ever showing its face?

“Before they returned, the new generation of Wuli Shaman betrayed the Beast God. The new generation of Guli remained united with Buli, but over four hundred years ago, Guli set foot on the East Continent again, and Buli’s attempts to dissuade him were in vain. They completely broke apart.”

“Knowing it was a dangerous place, why did he still go?”

“That’s because Guli’s friend, Mr. Traz, a twelfth-tier nature mage saint, discovered a strange rune on the East Continent. After studying it together, they decided to enter the East Continent once more.”

Prophet Buli was almost like a guiding light for the Orcs; under his predictions, they had encountered very few major disasters. However, the two generations of Guli had overlooked his warnings and entered the East Continent twice, which clearly indicated there was something they desperately sought.

Moreover, saint-tier powers were but a step away from becoming deities. Such individuals were even more afraid of death than ordinary people, as only by reaching thirteenth-tier divine status could they attain eternal life. Yang Zhen thought for a moment and then asked, “Is the cave you arranged for me the place where Sword Saint Guli once lived?”

“Yes, it is said that Guli and Mr. Traz stayed in that cave for thirty years without coming out. When they finally emerged, they headed straight for the East Continent,” the elder nodded vigorously.

Yang Zhen speculated that they must have discovered the opportunity to break through to the twelfth tier, which prompted their journey to the East Continent. These two were truly clever; if they were bound to die anyway, they might as well seek out the chance for success. After all, one could stumble upon a great fortune.

“What about now? Are you under the leadership of Buli or Guli?”

“Strictly speaking… we no longer have leaders. The Orcs have reached a critical juncture of survival!”

“So you’re saying there’s only Wuli left and no Buli or Guli?”

“No, all three leaders of the Beasts still exist, but they have all betrayed the Beast God!”

From the elder’s explanations, Yang Zhen began to understand. Saint-tier powers had a lifespan of about four hundred years, and it had been over four centuries since Guli ventured to the East Continent. He was surely dead by now.

Prophet Buli, on the other hand, was no saint-tier power either; he must have long since responded to the summons of the Beast God. As for Wuli Shaman, who had betrayed the Beast God long ago, he was also likely dead. However, he had seized the Sanctuary of the Beasts at the Borge Gorge before he perished.

There are two forms of inheritance for the leaders of the Orcs. The first method is the direct oral tradition. This approach is straightforward and has a very effective transmission. But it’s risky-if the leader goes missing or dies, it could spell disaster.

Thus, the second method was established: the Borge Gorge Sanctuary, which stored the cultivation principles of Sword Saint Guli, Wuli Shaman, and Prophet Buli.

So, those occupying the Sanctuary now were originally former subordinates of Wuli who had betrayed the Beast God. Their newly elected three leaders, of course, were not recognized by the Orcs who remained loyal to the Beast God.

Yang Zhen felt a bit confused. Why would the flamingo want him to come here in a situation like this? Did it really expect him to use his limited energy to help the Orcs reclaim the sanctuary? That seemed a bit far-fetched. Not to mention whether his all-classes strength could defeat Guli, Wuli, and Buli-what about the tens of thousands of fallen orcs in Borge Gorge?

“Respectful elder, do you know about the recent major operation by the Blue Moon Legion against the magical beasts?” Yang Zhen saw Babala and Pipi having a heated discussion and felt it was necessary to quietly remind the Orcs.

“Alas… we know. In fact, this is a joint operation between the fallen orcs of the Borge Sanctuary and the Blue Moon Legion, aimed at eliminating those of us Orcs who still hold loyalty to the Beast God,” the elder replied.

Yang Zhen was taken aback by the elder’s words. However, after thinking it over, it seemed wrong. If the fallen orcs and the Blue Moon Legion were working together, they shouldn’t be attacking Lulu. Didn’t they know that the pterosaur and Babala were part of the Blue Moon Legion?

“How did you learn such confidential news?” Yang Zhen asked in disbelief.

“Not to hide anything from you, warrior. I am a beast taming master. I understand beast language and can communicate with every magical beast in the forest that remains loyal to the Beast God. This information was told to me by a groundhog,” the elder explained.

At this point, Yang Zhen completely understood. While he had been spiritually communicating with the magical beasts in the forest, he must have encountered fallen magical beasts. The next steps were clear; the fallen orcs wouldn’t spare those atop the pterosaur, and their target was likely him, a beast taming grandmaster!

“Not everyone is evil, and not all magical beasts are devout to the Beast God,” Yang Zhen recalled the flamingo’s words.

Initially, with no beliefs of his own, he had interpreted this phrase merely as a reference to the food chain mentioned by Roland and the financially strained Blue Moon Legion. But now, it seemed that the Orcs had reached a critical moment of survival. Why wouldn’t the flamingo clarify everything instead of playing riddles?

“Alas… if only we had the second thought, we could rally the scattered Orcs to revolt,” the elder sighed deeply.

“What is the second thought?” Yang Zhen’s voice trembled slightly; he had already guessed why the flamingo had brought him here.

“The second thought means drawing a square with the left hand and a circle with the right hand at the same time…”

Before the elder could finish, Yang Zhen immediately reached down and began to try it. Drawing a square and a perfect circle was accomplished easily. The elder stared in astonishment, followed by tears of ecstatic joy as he shouted loudly.

“Guli!”

“Guli? Where!”

Yang Zhen jumped up, fearing that the fallen orc Guli had arrived. Instead, he saw the elder performing a kneeling salute, showing reverence toward him, and once again exclaimed loudly, “Guli! Guli!”