Orc Emperor (4)

Twilight Province.

Ryan received news from his own territory and was somewhat surprised.

"The power of a god has blessed an Elephant Orc?"

He could not help looking north. The battle cries from Twilight Fortress had already grown distant; even with his legendary strength, he could barely make them out.

"So this war really erupted under the will of the gods."

Only a few years had passed since the Orcs' last full-scale invasion. Under normal circumstances, how could they possibly have the strength to invade human lands a second time? Of course, the workings of nature could not overcome the will of gods. If the gods had intervened, then everything could be explained.

"Who knows what tricks the Six Royal Clans will pull this time."

The Orc royalty Ryan had thought of was not in a good position now.

Many Orc tribes they had never even seen before had come from the depths of the Northlands, greatly squeezing the royal clans' territory. No matter how powerful the Six Royal Clans were, they could not constantly stop those fools with nothing but their stomachs on their minds.

On top of that, the Six Royal Clans had fallen into immense fear.

"Why have the great gods not answered us?"

The royal clans had held sacrifices more than once or twice, yet ever since the last invasion of humanity, none of their sacrifices had received a response from the Great Beings.

This caused panic among the Orc royalty, especially the Silvermoon Royal Court.

They had lost their Monarch and fallen into prolonged internal strife. The major clans argued endlessly, and with the death of the Silver-Moon Monarch, the Werewolves had fallen to the bottom among the Six Royal Clans. This time, the Behemoth royal clan still wanted to become the leader of