The Avatar Who Infiltrated the Enemy

The Far North.

The wind and snow never let up. Blizzards often swept across the sky and land, bringing even more hardship to the warriors on the battlefield.

And the war between the elves, humans, and Orcs raged on.

The Orc Empire had withdrawn entirely behind the Black Great Wall. It no longer attacked, but the front line had stretched another hundred kilometers, and sieges of iron and fire erupted everywhere.

Yet despite the wall's overwhelming advantage, the Orcs gained little ground against the combined human and elven assault. Instead, they were driven back time and again.

They couldn't help it.

A front that long was a problem in itself. They might want to concentrate their defenses in one place, but the attackers had no intention of letting them.

Since the war began,

nearly every Demon Cavern that had suddenly appeared had been wiped out. More than ten million Dark Creatures had become EXP for the humans, elves, and Dawn Legion.

The Orc Empire had also lost more than 1.8 million soldiers.

The elves, humans, and Dawn City together had lost only 350,000.

The casualty ratio had reached a staggering five to one.

Of course, the chief reason was their overwhelming advantage in race, equipment, and resources.

In fact, if the Orc Empire hadn't held the advantage of terrain throughout the war, the ratio might have reached ten to one.

But although the Orc Empire had been losing troops in droves lately,

its leaders had found a small reason to celebrate.

It seemed they had made friends with a Born Deity.

At that very moment,

Gurtai sat high on his throne and swept his gaze over the Legendary-Tier Orcs and Demons in the Palace. He said nothing.

He merely waited for Tyler, who had gone to speak with the Born