What was bound to come had finally arrived.
Just as Soren was busy conducting trial tests for the Battle Standard Plane in Port Nyanzaru, tens of thousands of orcs had already gathered near the Agate River.
Of course.
This gathering of orcs was not for war. With the outbreak of the Time of Troubles, much of the land across the entire Material Plane had already lain waste. Because of Soren's intervention, casualties on the Material Plane currently stood at only around ten percent, meaning roughly one-tenth of the population had perished. The orcs were considered rather unlucky in this regard; having experienced the Battle of Falling Leaf City, the orcs had successively lost about half of their population during the Time of Troubles. Fortunately, orcs reproduced extremely well, so basically, as long as peace was restored, a decade or so would be enough for their population to double.
As a half-breed race, the status of orcs had always been very awkward.
Humans did not care for them, and pure-blood orcs did not care for them either. They had always drifted outside the two major races, and it could be said there was a vast gap between them and half-elves.
And the biggest gap was that their appearances differed far too drastically!
Because of the disparity in looks, orcs had never been able to integrate into other races, and the outbreak of the Battle of Falling Leaf City had even been jested about by female adventurers as the half-breeds' 'Battle of Looks'.
Dense crowds of orcs gathered together.
In the center of the Orc Camp, meanwhile, stood a magnificent altar over a hundred meters in diameter!
More than a dozen elderly shaman priests gathered near the altar, their expressions somewhat excited as they directed the nearby orcs in their tasks. At