Cross-world, cross-plane, and cross-space conquests have always been the standard feature of powerful races.
The undead, demons, holy spirits, elemental races, and even the elves, orcs, and dragons all came to the main plane through cross-border wars.
The history of the main plane is riddled with holes. Even the Void Clan does not have a complete history of the main plane. The main plane existed long before the Void Clan appeared.
Races like elves have been around longer than humans. Although they came across borders and had wars with humans, due to their appearance, the elves are the race that humans are most receptive to.
On the other hand, races such as the undead and demons will trigger a war every time they cross the border. They are often sent back to their hometowns for various reasons, and only two or three kittens remain in the main plane.
For cross-dimensional combat, the first thing you need is coordinates and anchor points. Once you have these two things, you will have a cross-border foundation.
Powerful races can directly lock the place they want to go through coordinates and anchor points, build space gates, teleportation gates, or tear down space barriers through a powerful world, allowing them to enter this world.
Liu Xingxing discovered the portal left by the Meide clan, and Li Ziyu repaired the portal with the help of Beebta, allowing the Meide clan to come to this world through the portal, which is equivalent to transferring the coordinates of the main plane
It's the same as being sent to the Mede tribe.
This demon is different from last time.
The space cracks created by the demons were accidentally created. It is difficult to determine the coordinates through the space cracks. As long as the space cracks are repaired, the demons will most likely not be able to find their way over.
But the portal is different. It was originally made by others. After being connected, the Med tribe will naturally be able to find a way over.
This is what Biebuta told Li Ziyu.
In his life, he has seen too many cross-border wars, and he knows very well how cross-border wars happen.
Everything Li Ziyu did today was undoubtedly triggering a cross-border war.
After listening to Bepta's explanation, Li Ziyu asked solemnly, "So, the god Kellutus will also come from his world?"
If the god Kellutos came here, Li Ziyu would really be a little scared. After all, in legends, gods have great power, and even castles may not be able to withstand the gods' attacks.
Bepta was not worried about the gods at all, and said calmly, "No, gods will not end easily most of the time. Gods have huge power. If gods would end every time they fight, the world would not exist.
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He has observed many cross-border wars, but in none of them did the gods appear. Even if they were all killed, the gods did not appear.
It's not that the gods are unwilling to take action, it's mainly because it's not necessary.
It's like a fight between ants, it's over just watching, you don't necessarily have to step on it.
Whether it is a cross-border war or a racial war, in the eyes of the gods, it is like the fight of ants in the eyes of humans. The gods are superior.
Maybe Mede and God Kellutos have a very close relationship, but that doesn't mean that God Kellutos will personally die when Mede people are fighting in all directions.
From the ancient books of the Void Clan, it can be seen that the god Kellutos rarely leaves his own small world. In other words, most of the gods are at home and will not leave their own world if they can.
If Li Ziyu hadn't invaded the world of God Kellutos, the other party wouldn't have dealt with him. Even if he and the Med tribe fought until their wits were blown, there was a high probability that Kellutos wouldn't pay attention to him.
After Biepta explained, Li Ziyu immediately laughed. He would be afraid of the God Kellutos, but he would not be afraid of the so-called Mede Protoss. Let alone the Mede Protoss, even the Seifen Protoss.
He is also not afraid.
If the Mede Protoss is coming, then come.
Let's see who is stronger.
Li Ziyu didn't know when the other party would come, so he notified Batu Buhe to let him know and tell his men to make preparations.
Here I have to talk about the Wasteland Alliance.
The grassland is developing better and better, and the orc empire and nomadic tribes have become allies of Li Ziyu, that is, the allies of the Wasteland Alliance.
Since we are allies, we naturally cannot rob them casually and must live in friendship.
But being friendly means there is no way to quickly obtain resources.
This made the members of the Wasteland Alliance very depressed.
In the wasteland, they played this trick. In the central area, Li Ziyu took over the entire territory and they moved to the grassland.
Now that Li Ziyu has done this again, the members of the Wasteland Alliance are happy and have some complaints.
Batubu and Li Ziyu took advantage of this time to come to him and talked about this matter by the way.
He felt that what Li Ziyu did was somewhat thoughtless.
We are all in the same alliance. It cannot be said that only the alliance leader, Liu Xingxing, and Zhang Peng are so rich, what about the brothers below?
After hearing this, Li Ziyu felt that it made sense. He had really not considered this matter before. He only thought about the long-term acquisition of resources through occupation, but ignored the feelings of other alliance members.
【Private chat】
Don’t want to take the driver’s license test: Brother Batu, you are right, I didn’t think carefully.
I don’t want to take the driver’s license test: Brothers are all in this together, so we can’t favor one over the other. It’s me, the leader of the alliance, who didn’t do the job well.
I don’t want to take the driver’s license test: Let’s do this. I am willing to share 40% of the income with the brothers in the alliance. At the same time, I will support the brothers in the alliance to do business in the wilderness and grasslands. Any alliance member who wants to do business can contact Zhang Peng.
Free-flying eagle: Thank you for your understanding.
Don’t want to take the driver’s license test: I have a lot of things to do, so I won’t be responsible for the distribution of supplies. Contact Zhang Peng and compile a list to Zhang Peng and ask him to distribute the resources.
The free-flying eagle: Leave this matter to me, and I will ensure the mission is completed.
Unexpectedly, the reminder also solved a hidden danger, and Li Ziyu sighed.
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Grassland, Orc Empire Bandhir City, suburbs.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The sky is as blue as a wash, deep and pure, without a trace of impurities, and the white and flawless clouds are as light and leisurely floating in it, as if they are a group of free elves.
Dance freely.
The prairie is like a green ocean, which extends to the sky and connects with the blue sky and white clouds.
The breeze blew by, and the green grass rolled like waves and danced with the wind, seeming to be singing praises for this beautiful scene.
The days without war are always so pleasant and refreshing.
The herd of bighorn cattle roamed the grassland, munching the grass leisurely and sweeping their tails back and forth to drive away those annoying flies.
Several orc children were laughing and playing among the bighorn cattle, and then ran into the distance.
"Don't run too far!"
Behind them, the grazing orcs shouted loudly, but with a smile on their face, not at all annoyed by the child's naughtyness.
They are residents living in Bandhir City and make a living by herding cattle.
The vast grasslands provide convenience for animal husbandry, and even the orc cities have a large number of herders.
Livestock such as cattle and sheep will eat up all the grass around the city, but that doesn't matter. As long as you sprinkle some grass seeds and let magicians and shamans bless them, there will be countless green grass for the livestock to eat in the coming year.
Whether they are orcs living in cities or nomadic tribes wandering on the grasslands, their main food is still meat, and their farming technology is not good.
This was supposed to be a peaceful day. The wind was blowing and the blue sky was blowing. The day would pass in a daze. At night, I would drive the cows back to Bandle City, have a nice meal, and then go shopping and look for things.
Have fun.
The orc herdsman shouted several times to the child, and his eyes accidentally glanced at a bright light appearing out of thin air in the distance.
It was as if someone had cut the space with a knife, leaving a knife mark.
The herdsman frowned and looked attentively. In the bright light, an arm stretched out, scratched the crack, stretched it from left to right, widened the crack, and a strange man walked out of it.
"Come back! Children! Come back quickly!"
The orc herdsmen suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted quickly.
When the orc child who was playing crazy heard the shouting, he was unwilling to return and continued to laugh and make noise.
The herdsman stared at the strange man and ran to his children.
The Med tribe who came across the space glanced around, their eyes stayed on the cattle and the orcs for a few seconds, feeling the breath of the other party, and making sure that he was not in danger, then he looked away, raised the wooden staff in his hand, and murmured
Recite the mantra.
The top of the wooden staff lit up with a white magic halo, and he gently touched it in the void.
Ripples appeared in the void, and the ripples spread, forming an oval-shaped portal emitting light green light.
Mede warriors came out one by one. The leading warrior saluted the Mede magician who came out first.
The magician looked in the direction of the orcs again, pointed, and the leading warrior nodded, said hello, and led his men to rush toward the orc herdsmen.
The herdsman had already found his child. He bent down and ran quickly to protect his child. He could no longer care about his own herd.
Compared with the herd, the lives of your children and yourself are more important.
These weirdos gave the orc herder a very bad feeling. Facing the unknown, his choice was to run!
Turning to look at the Med tribesmen coming across the border, seeing them rushing towards him, the orc herdsman stopped and shouted at the child, "Run! Run, run towards Bandhir!"
The grass grew so long that the children were almost covered by the grass and ran forward with great effort, while the orc herdsmen pulled out the sharp knives from their waists facing the charging Med soldiers and stared at them with vigilance.
Get people coming.
The leader of the Meide tribe pointed his spear at the orc herdsmen and shouted, "Put down your weapons!"
The orc herdsman looked at the several Meide warriors surrounding him in panic, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. He could only shout in panic, "I'm just a herdsman. I'll give you all my cattle. Let me go!"
He couldn't understand what the Mede people said, and the Mede people also understood what he said. Both sides were shouting at each other, and no one knew what the other was talking about. On the contrary, the atmosphere became more and more tense.
The leading warrior finally ran out of patience and waved the spear in his hand at the orc herdsmen. Immediately, Mede warriors stepped forward.
Naturally, the orc herders did not want to be caught like this, so they waved their sharp knives and tried to fight them off.
However, he was just a herdsman, and the opponent was a well-trained Mede warrior. The combat power of the two sides simply did not match.
In just one round, the sharp knife in the hand of the orc herdsman touched the spear, and he was unable to hold the knife as if it was electrified, and was knocked away by the spear.
The warrior's spear was sent forward and pressed against the throat of the orc herdsman.
"Forehead……"
The body of the orc herdsman froze instantly, and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
A Mede warrior laughed at him and pointed at the herdsman, and a golden rope trapped him.
The warrior stepped forward to push the herdsman and led him to the Mede magician.
"I didn't do anything! Don't kill me! I'm just a herdsman!"
The orc herdsmen looked at the strange people they had never seen before and kept shouting.
The Mede magician put his finger in front of his mouth and made a silent gesture. The orc herdsman quickly stopped making any sound. Honestly, the Mede magician nodded with satisfaction, "Who are you?"
, where is this?”
The herdsman stared at the Mede magician with wide eyes and a blank look in his eyes, not understanding what the other person was talking about.
A warrior walked up to the Med tribe magician, "He can't understand our language."
The magician nodded, but said to himself with some confusion, "This world seems to have forgotten us and no longer believes in the glory of the ancestor gods, but why can that person before understand our words and even speak our words?"
"The coordinate point should have deviated. This is not our temple."
The Mede warrior looked at the herdsman and asked, "What should I do with this person? Kill him?"
The magician shook his head, "Although I don't understand what he said, I can find a way to use him. We need to understand the language of this world."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After saying this, the Mede warrior understood. He winked, and two warriors suddenly came forward, one on the left and one on the right.
The orc herdsman pressed his shoulders hard, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
When the herdsmen saw this, they immediately felt bad. While struggling, they shouted, "What are you going to do? Let me go. I am a resident of Bandhir City. Let me go. Who are you?"
No matter how much he struggled, the hands on his shoulders were like iron pliers, pressing him tightly, preventing him from moving.
The magician came to him with a wooden staff, smiled at him, seemed to calm his emotions, then recited a spell, stretched out his free hand, and pressed it on the herdsman's head.
As the light flowed, the herdsmen let out shrill screams.
After a while, the light weakened until it disappeared. The magician also raised the hand on the head of the orc herdsman, but the herdsman had made no sound. If there were any undead, they would know that the herdsman's soul had been torn apart and dissipated.
Soul-searching magic, magicians of many races have similar magic, but without exception, this kind of magic will cause harm to the soul.
To put it mildly, he fell seriously ill after searching for souls.
The worse ones are just like those used by Med tribe magicians. It is like torture. After a period of life that is worse than death, the soul is broken and dies.
After soul searching, the Med tribe magician has learned a lot from the memories of the orc herdsmen, and has also learned the language of the orc tribe.
He took out a crystal clear orb, murmured to himself, touched the orb with his wand, released a spell, then turned around and handed the orb to the warrior leader beside him.
The warrior leader held the orb, and the magic took effect naturally. The knowledge flowed into his mind along the orb, constantly stimulating him and making his face distort.
This kind of magic that directly transmits knowledge seems very convenient, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. If so much information is directly stuffed into the brain, ordinary people will be easily overwhelmed by consciousness.
Fortunately, the magician only hopes that the warriors can understand the language of the orcs, and no other information is needed.
After half a minute, the warrior leader wiped the cold sweat from his head and handed the orb to the next person.
"What should we do now? Do we need more warriors to come over?" the warrior leader asked the magician.
"No, let's take a look first. There is a city called Bandhir not far from here. Let's see what happens and then we make a decision. The glory of the ancestor gods will definitely shine on this world again." The magician said softly.
said.
He raised his head and looked into the distance, which was the direction of Bandhir City of the Orcs.