God Ascendant-Yugin!

The war has reignited.

Accompanied by the thunderous and wild sound of war drums, the Orc army surged forward like a tidal wave!

Seven hundred years have passed.

It's been a full seven hundred years.

From the moment Falling Leaf City was founded, the Orc completely lost this land. Their oldest songs still record how Fertility their land once was, a beautiful land through which the Agate River flowed, but now they could only struggle in the barbaric northwest. Although Yugin's rise brought the Orc Clan back to power, they repelled the Ogre, the Lizardfolk, and even defeated the Dwarf armies, regaining a decent piece of land in the northwestern wilderness.

But!

Yugin is getting old, after all.

The time for its return to the Ancestral Soul is drawing ever closer. As Shaman Priest who maintains the faith of the ancestors, Yugin does not have Hit Points as long as other Spellcaster.

Both Yugin himself and the clan warriors have realized this.

A hero grows old.

They knew all too well that without their great Chieftain, the Blade Tooth Clan would once again descend into division and decline, ultimately trapped once more in that terrible wilderness. For without Deity protection, only the most desolate lands could sustain them. Therefore, when the Half-Elf race showed signs of decline, Yugin did not hesitate to lead his Orc army in an attack, even reaching some kind of agreement with Yeenoghu, the Gnoll King of the Abyss.

This is an opportunity!

This is also the Orc' only chance. Only by relying on Yugin's strong cohesion can they unite the entire race and launch Total War to reclaim their land.

All the warriors have joined the battle!

To prepare for the war's expenses, the Blade Tooth Clan tightened their belts and endured many years of hardship. If they could reclaim their land, they would move from one period of glory to another, while defeat would mean facing another centuries of difficult Destiny.

This is a war that will determine the future of a race.

Now that it has begun, they will not give up until the very last moment.

The future must be created by ourselves.

If it weren't for a group of pioneers who defeated the Half-Elf, the Dwarf, and the Ogre, the Falling Leaf City would never have been built.

Orc are stupid.

Many of them weren't very smart, but Yugin spent his whole life teaching them this lesson!

They were pioneers.

They can forge the future of the Orc with blood and death! Yugin will stand with them! This aged Orc Shaman has always fought on the front lines!

The Orc ' courage will never fade until they fall.

On the City Wall.

The white figure stopped.

Milan frowned as she watched the Orc army regroup before her. Her gaze fell on the enormous Dragon Beast in the distance, and then she saw a somewhat familiar, aged figure.

Yugin!

[The God Ascendant] - Yugin!

A level 27 War Shaman, the spiritual leader of the Orc.

In this Time of Troubles, amidst an unprecedented catastrophe, not only did immense disaster strike, but also many unprecedented opportunities arose.

Those who can achieve godhood are not only Adventurer, but also the native inhabitants of this world!

[The God Ascendant] - Yugin.

[Bone Spear] - Yugin.

[The Dragon Slayer] - Yugin.

[Gladiator] - Yugin.

[Pathfinder] - Yugin.

[The Loremaster] - Yugin.

[The Frost Giant King Terminator] - Yugin.

In Soren's memory, none of those who could be deified as natives were simple individuals!

--Yugin * Bone Spear!

This aged Orc, who smears the ashes of his clan's fallen warriors on his body as Totem worship, is definitely one of the most formidable enemies Soren has ever encountered!

If it weren't for its extremely humble origins...

It was merely the child of a Orc Gladiator, branded Slave from birth. It possessed no Divinity blood whatsoever; with its abilities, it had likely already entered the realm of the Deity.

But.

Even without any Divinity bloodline, Yugin ultimately seized the opportunity presented by the Time of Troubles and successfully achieved godhood!

This is an opponent that cannot be ignored.

Soren saw no hope of victory for the Half-Elf, for as long as Yugin remained alive, they would have to face countless Orc who were ready to die for their cause.

The ancient sacrificial war drums sounded.

Swarms of Orc, their eyes bloodshot, roared and entered Rage state. Yugin awakened the Ancestral Soul spirits; though the Orc lacked their own Deity, their countless sacrifices had generated another kind of power. The souls of the fallen warriors did not return to the River Styx; they remained somewhere in the [Gray Waste] as Ancestor Spirit, awaiting the moment when the God of Orcs would be born!

The power of Shamanic Doctrine is no less than that of any Deity Church.

Knock knock knock!

Amidst the frenzied drumming of war, the Orc surged forward like a tidal wave, instantly shattering the Half-Elf's defensive formation. These Orc, engulfed in Rage state, knew neither pain nor fatigue.

They will continue their frantic attack until they are exhausted and die in battle!

Soren hadn't seen such a large-scale war in a long time. The last time he saw such a scene seemed to be on the battlefield of the Blood War of the Abyss, where countless Demon and Devil clashed, and the heavens and earth seemed to be obscured.

This is a war that will determine the Destiny of our race!

Falling Leaf City is the Half-Elf ' last line of defense. If it falls, the Half-Elf will have no choice but to return to exile.

Once in exile, it could last for hundreds of years.

Milan looked down at the battlefield before him.

The tens of thousands of Orc were like an iron torrent, ready to break through any defenses in their path at any moment.

In this situation...

An individual's strength is quite insignificant; even a powerful Legendary figure could be trapped and die within it. Only a power that transcends mortals can crush these obstacles and avert the impending crisis of the city's collapse.

"In my [Soren's] name!"

A pure white figure rose into the air, her voice now divine, echoing across the battlefield. Radiance of Divinity shone in Milan's eyes as she surveyed the scene before her, slowly proclaiming, "Following the ancient covenant!... In the name of [God of Half-Elves] - Soren!... I summon ancient allies to aid me!..."

"In the name of God!... I will surely reward my allies handsomely!..."

Milan's petite figure looked down upon everyone before her like Deity. Her gaze pierced through space, and she pointed a slender, pale finger to the sky, slowly saying, "The Oath!"

--"[Dragon Covenant]!"

...(To be continued~^~)