Chapter 1483: Revised: Chapter 23, Breaking the Seal and Erging
Upon receiving the shocking news, the high ranks of the Orc Empire were completely stunned. How could their remote backwater also have an Earth Core Entrance?
Days ago, when they heard that the Alpha Kingdom was using an Enchantnt Seal in the Cursed Land, they were still gloating.
If not for the peculiar location of the Cursed Land, which might implicate innocent bystanders, they might have stirred up trouble along the border.
“The Earth Core race appearing near Lake Lubop is the legendary Hellhound, notorious for cruel slaughter.
A thousand years ago, they disappeared from the continent, believed to be extinct, but surprisingly fled into the Earth Core World.
According to information from the Elf Race, this species is arrogant and fickle, almost impossible to assimilate.
Just recently erged from the Earth Core World, they massacred a Snow Fox Tribe without any knowledge of the situation, which is the best proof.”
The Orc Empire’s greatest characteristic is its inclusivity, accommodating most species.
Especially when the Empire is weak, the Orc Empire needs fresh forces to join.
Secretly, the Orc Empire has been colluding with the Ancient Heritage Alliance, hoping to attract ancient tribes to enhance its strength and counter the growing Alpha Kingdom.
Unfortunately, their actions ca too late. Had they acted years earlier, before the Ancient Heritage Alliance erged from the World of Ice and Snow, they could certainly have drawn them in.
Now it’s different; the Ancient Heritage Alliance has found a place to rest and recuperate, busy restoring power with no ti to ddle in the prairie chaos.
No matter how much they lack fresh forces, there still needs to be a bottom line.
After hearing the Hawkman Emperor’s introduction, the orcs all dismissed the idea of bringing the Hellhound into their ranks.
Being brutal is not terrifying; what’s terrifying is being arrogant and fickle.
With the complex power structure of the Orc Empire, adding uncertain elents would lead to their own downfall without the Human Race needing to attack.
“Since we can’t recruit them, let’s suppress them quickly!
According to the information provided by the Elf Race, there are at least four Earth Core Entrances within the Empire, aside from the already exposed Lake Lubop, the other three locations remain unconfird.
For now, our strategy is to suppress each one as it is discovered!”
The Bearman Emperor’s words truly reflected the Orc Empire’s current predicant.
Tis are too ancient; the place nas from tens of thousands of years ago can’t be determined now.
One must admit the Elf Race is cunning—they appear to inform the allies completely, yet actually say nothing aningful.
There is no way to criticize them; after all, it has been nearly twenty thousand years since the Elf Race lost their position as the continent’s overlords, a fall caused by their own ancestors.
On land that doesn’t belong to them, who would keep track of place-na changes?
“Why not send soone to make contact first?
The ssage from the Elf Race is already outdated by thousands of years.
After so many years, perhaps the Hellhound Clan has changed.”
The Elephantman King spoke in rebuttal.
Since the expansion of the decision-making level began, the efficiency of the Orc Empire, already not high, has decreased further.
Except for a few issues that receive unanimous approval, most matters face various opinions.
“Elephantman King, they’ve already made a move, and you still hold unrealistic expectations!
Otherwise, leave the communication problem to your Elephantman Clan; after all, my Bearman Clan does not speak the Hellhound language.”
The Bearman Emperor sharply retorted, leaving the Elephantman King’s face crimson.
Language barriers are a challenge in any place.
After so many years have passed, who knows if today’s common continental language was usable thousands of years ago?
Even if it were universally understood, who can guarantee the Hellhound Clan will understand it?
Sending ambassadors without knowing the language is just feeding the enemy.
Ultimately, it’s the excessively violent nature of the Hellhound Clan.
…
While the Orc Empire’s high ranks were agonizing, Hudson also received the news.
There was no ti to gloat; their troubles were approaching fast.
According to the Mage Corps’ estimates, the seal could possibly last five to ten days.
But the intimidating weapon—the Mage Tower—was still under construction.
Any possible reductions have already been made; stripping further would make it a re decoration.
A Mage Tower without long-range attack power is nothing.
Construction can be accelerated, but inscribing the Magic Formation can only proceed as planned.
The entire continent is in chaos; seeking help is impossible.
Fortunately, Snow Moon Territory attracted a large number of magicians to settle; otherwise, the seal would have collapsed already.
“Marshal, we’ve tried our best!
At the earliest, it will take two months for the Mage Tower to be completed.
Now, we can only repair the Towers closest to the Cursed Land first, hoping to provide long-range fire support once the seal is broken.”
Regint Commander Silas said tiredly.
The reason a Mage Tower is formidable is mostly due to its high construction standards.
The simplest Magic Formation inside requires a Sorcerer; slightly more technical ones need a Great Sorcerer.
As the head of the Mage Corps, Silas has been under trendous pressure lately.
He must organize personnel for the enchantnt seal, lead the Mage Corps’ construction, and oversee the laying of magic formations along border defenses.
“It’s not your fault; with two fewer Sanctuary Powerhouses, the seal opening early is natural.
Proceed with the Mage Tower construction according to your plan; I will find a way to buy you more ti.
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