There are various other small races in this world.

In the last era, the elves built a brilliant and magical kingdom in the forest.

But in this era, it seems that something has cut off the connection between the elves and the source of mysterious power.

Although the elves are still united, they are just a small race. They are always looking for ways to obtain powerful mana.

The undead managed to retain their free will and destroy everything that dared to be enemies of them.

The undead are known as the Forsaken, who are loyal to their leaders, and these dark warriors have built a secret castle.

The maze-like dark city is located deep underground, where all kinds of evil gather.

In this dark-shrouded kingdom, the undead are always making evil plans, and the goal will be to destroy all human beings.

For their further dark purposes, they formed an alliance with simple and barbaric races, and they did not have true loyalty to allies, the Forgotten Ones, their purpose was to drive other races to fight their common enemies.

In the new world, there was no unified orc tribe, the Taurus was a huge and wild creature that lived on open grasslands. They were committed to serving nature and maintaining the balance between wildlife and immortal elemental elves on the earth.

Although the Taurus is huge and has super power, these balance-loving creatures have created a peaceful tribal society.

But when the battle begins, the Taurus is an irreplaceable warrior, and they will fight without hesitation until they knock the enemy down under their hooves.

Like orcs, the Taurus kept struggling to maintain his tradition and noble spirit.

The evil jungle trolls living on the islands on the sea have always been famous for their cruel and dark mysterious religions, barbaric and superstitious, and have a special hatred for all other races.

However, when a tribe of the troll encountered a powerful tribe of the orcs, it had to give up its original prejudice.

This troll tribe was driven out of the place where it lived for generations a long time ago, and was almost wiped out by a group of aquatic fishmen. The orc tribes saved them. In order to express their repaid, these trolls swore to be loyal to the orc tribe forever.

This troll tribe built its own home next to their orc allies.

As a member of the tribe, the trolls also expressed their loyalty to the powerful Taurus, but they did not trust the changeable Forsaken, who believed that these undead would only bring pain and war to their allies.

The goblin was once a slave to the jungle trolls on the island, and the goblin was forced to dig ore in volcanic tunnels.

Generally speaking, goblins

When they saw this, they thought they would sell their best friends for a bag of gold coins. In fact, such prejudice is not completely unfounded: many goblins may consider it, and some can even do it.

The fact is that few goblins can suitably combine with a keen sense of business.

For example, when a volcano was evoked on their island, one of the goblins immediately thought that providing the panicked goblins with a boat ticket to a safe place would be a good business, and then taking away their life savings and selling those people into slaves.

These goblins, who were originally slaves of jungle trolls, were forced to dig ore in volcanic tunnels. The trolls used this powerful mineral in their rituals, but it also had an unexpected effect on these slaves who had been exposed to ore for a long time.

The goblins produced surprising cunning and intellect, and they secretly created powerful engineering and alchemy artifacts, and soon the goblins overthrew their oppressors and occupied there as their homeland.

Originally the mines that were prison cells, the slave camps and their base of resistance have now become their castles, with dizzy tunnels, caves and lava pipes scattered from the center of the island, the microcosm of the complex and unpredictable mind of the goblins.

The greedy nature of goblins quickly made them the best in mercantilism.

During the wars, the fast-minded goblins quickly learned how to gain benefits from it and rose up in the name of trade.

They gathered huge wealth, and the island also became the distribution center of the goblin merchant ship fleet.

During World War I, they agreed to assist the Orc Tribe.

After the defeat of this orc tribe, the goblins remembered the lessons of their partners' failures and found that they should not be limited to such a narrow cooperative relationship.

By the end of the next war, the goblins had already learned to provide weapons, vehicles and various profit-oriented services between the tribe and the alliance, but this relationship could not be maintained forever.

Finally, the goblins discovered a new enemy in the alliance, and suddenly encountered the alliance, and at the same time, there was no profitable conflict that continued to rise, which caused some of the goblins to shake the neutral position that they had originally held. After reconciling the old ways with their past allies, the goblins immediately threw themselves into the arms of the beast tribe.

The orcs have discovered the existence of the Shadow Parliament and hope to use this to dig out the Shadow Parliament.

This shadow council is entirely composed of the power of tribe warlocks and is a secret organization. During the tribe orc civil war, the shadow council secretly controlled some orc tribes to achieve his goal.

Magan is one of the ancient gods, and legend has it that this immortal giant wild boar was one of the first creatures to roam the big ones. His body was surrounded by prickly vines.

With the years and endless appetite, his body continued to grow and gained

The supreme physical strength, he used prickly vines and fangs as his weapons, which made the trolls hunting him always return in vain.

The battle between Magan and the Demon lasted for a long time and continued across the continent.

The place where Magan died was near the Giant Valley. The wild boars believed that where Magan's blood would sprinkle, thick thorn vines would grow. The sprinkled blood formed a mineral called Blood Rock, which the wild boars used to gain strength.

Legend has it that Magan will be reborn, and the wild boars are waiting for the arrival of this day. All the wild boars living in this world are descendants of the ancient demigod Magan.

The tree demon is called the guardian of the jungle and has a very important position to fight for the health of the earth for generations.

In that intricate maze of thorns, a large army of loyal wild boars lived in it, but a shadowy force enveloped the original cave.

The undead control the wild boar tribe and transform the maze of thorns into a fortress of the power of the undead. The wild boars struggle to fight to try to retake their city.

Van Gogh was once a member of a magician organization. In order to seek stronger power to protect himself, everyone recommended Van Gogh to summon ancient monsters.

In Van Gogh's day by day, the greedy and ferocious monster was summoned out.

The terrifying power of the monster quickly cleared the nearby undead tribes, but it also began to attack the members of the planning organization.

Van Gogh found that as long as he satisfied his appetite, he could easily calm down, and using the magic it emitted, he could turn people into werewolf loyal to him.

So Van Gogh fell, and he imposed his magical wrist on his friends' hands, turning them into his own slaves.

On that night, Van Gogh led his werewolf troops to attack a castle not far away, located on a mountain a hundred miles away.

He killed the lord inside and took the castle for himself, and named it the fortress.

It turned out that the glorious castle was shrouded in shadows and blood. Van Gogh was invisible on the top of the tall tower in the castle and continued to expand his army, dreaming of becoming the master of this continent one day.

His pet monster was raised downstairs, greedily devouring the large amount of flesh and blood that Van Gogh had stored for it.

What's even more tragic is that the lord, the heroic spirit he died in battle, was still guarding the castle, but unfortunately he didn't know that he had become Van Gogh's janitor.

This has to be said to be a tragedy, but tragedies like this are still happening.

Van Gogh's magic became stronger and stronger, and his desires became stronger and stronger.
Chapter completed!