The great shaman was pale and the lightning was getting worse and worse. Thunder lightning kept coming out around his body, just like he had a fatal attraction to the thunder struck in the sky, attracting those thunders to go crazy.

The Great Prophet standing behind also had a pale face, and the frequency of knocking on the Bemon war drum became much lower.

When the chief fought hard and cut off the purple-eyed demon lord's arms, the two purple-eyed demon lords were finally afraid and used the evil moon projection to escape without hesitation.

The last one-horned demon lords who remained the remaining one-horned demon lords did not dare to continue fighting. They gave up the little demon lords without hesitation and fled into the black smoke of the canyon alone and disappeared.

The chief and shaman who had freed up their hands took action personally and soon killed all the demon lords who were about to escape.

The battle was completely over, but both sides were injured. One of the four demon lords died and three seriously injured, and all the demon lords were killed.

On the orc side, the chief was seriously injured, but there was no big problem. The great shaman caused too much thunder, and he could spray out a thunder when he opened his mouth. At this time, Lin Yun also understood how the thunder injury on the great shaman came.

The great prophet who seemed to have not participated in the war directly consumed the most, and his bright eyes became a little cloudy. Whether it was a war song or a behemoth drum, all the power of the soul was needed, and he was the one who consumed the most.

The thousands of orc warriors were all above level 30, but there were only more than 600 people who came back alive, which could be said to have suffered heavy losses...

Lin Yun looked at the orcs who came back silently. When they were in the Angry Flame plane, the battle was not so fierce. Each of these orcs held the belief that they had to tear their opponents apart even if they lost their lives. The battle didn't take long, but the losses were so heavy.

In the Rage Flame plane, there are not so many masters who have lost more than 30 levels in the battle between humans and Rage Flame Orcs in one month. None of the strong men above level in three months have fallen less than those who have fallen in an hour here...

Seeing the chief returning to the tribe, Lin Yun's eyes were puzzled and asked him to send some life potions after off-duty.

These soldiers who fought bloody battles and ignored life and death have won the respect of everyone.

Not only Lin Yun, but others have given some medicines to treat their injuries.

"This is a potion of life. After drinking it, you can treat your injuries."

Seeing that the chief seemed a little confused, Lin Yun explained.

Suddenly the chief smiled and stuffed the bottle into his bloody mouth. He chewed and swallowed it with the bottle.

"It's so amazing. I already feel that my injuries have begun to recover, but they don't taste very good. They're a little hard..."

Lin Yun's eyelids twitched, and he didn't explain that the bottles were not to be eaten. These orcs were so strong that they could probably digest them if they were eaten...

"Chief, what's going on? You..."

Lin Yun pointed to the direction of the canyon, with a look of confusion. Not only Lin Yun was confused, but everyone was puzzled about what was going on with the demon lords.

The chief looked back fiercely and looked at the direction of the canyon.

"These dirty and evil demons will appear every once in a while. If these damn guys do not kill them hard, they will pose a threat to the tribe, and they will continue to summon other demons. The number is increasing, and today is pretty good. They killed a lord.

It is the responsibility of every orc to guard our homeland, and we must fight to the end with those dirty and evil demons!”

Lin Yun thought about it and did not continue to ask more questions. He just looked at the corpses of the orcs that had been restrained, and his heart suddenly moved.

Next, the injured orcs go back to heal the wound. With the potion given by humans, their recovery speed will be many times faster, especially the potion given by Lin Yun, which will have better effect.

On the back of the chief, there was originally a piece of flesh and blood that was thirty centimeters long that was dead, and the bones could be vaguely seen, but after taking the life potion, the blood and flesh were slowly growing. With the chief's constitution, it would be possible to recover in less than a day.

The tribe became busy, and the bodies of the fallen orcs were also sent to the cemetery on the back mountain of the tribe.

At night, Lin Yun quietly left the room and blessed himself with a bunch of invisibility techniques, magic convergence, Fengxiang technique, and silent technique...

When flying out of the window, not only did there be no magic fluctuations, but there was no sound. The flow of the air turned into a breeze. Unless the heavenly powerhouse noticed it, it would be difficult to detect it.

After sneaking into the back mountain, Lin Yun soon found the location of the cemetery. During the day, Lin Yun sent off duty to help. As an orc, it was easy to accept the orcs of this tribe. The location of a key area such as the cemetery was easily obtained by off duty.

The cemetery is blessed by the power of orc ancestors, guarding this place. Orcs cannot enter here. Only every time they are buried in the tribe, can they enter the cemetery.

But none of these could stop Lin Yun from taking out the Book of Death and spitting out three runes. In an instant, the transparent layer of protection covering the cemetery silently revealed a two-meter-high hole.

When he entered the cemetery, Lin Yun frowned.

Looking around, the cemetery stretches for at least two or three kilometers, and the densely packed hillsides are all graves. In front of each grave, there is a simple tombstone. Most of them have only one name and only a small part. I will introduce my life story.

But what is strange is that this large and weird cemetery is far beyond the specifications this tribe should have, and there is no cold breath in the cemetery, nor does it have a breath of death.

If you close your eyes, you will feel like a deserted mountain. Although there is no breath of life, there is no smell of death.

Even if the orcs do not become undead, the corpse will naturally emit a breath of death, which is something that all creatures cannot avoid.

The orc's soul will return to the earth directly, but even if the corpse does not turn into an undead, it will slowly decay and finally completely merge into the earth.

However, in this huge cemetery, there is no breath of death at all. Lin Yun has the ability of a natural enemy of the undead and is naturally very sensitive to the breath of death, but at this moment, he can't feel the breath of death at all.

The spells that released two breaths to detect the spells, but there was no result to be fed back.

Following the cemetery path, I found a new cemetery. The tombs and land here can be seen at a glance that they were buried only today, and the number is similar to that of orcs who fell during the day.

Walking to the front of this cemetery, Lin Yun's eyes became deeper, he opened his mouth and spit out a rune, and a ripple appeared in the air, which slowly sank into these tombs.

A few seconds later, the detection result was feedback. Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and a look really looked like this appeared on his face.

These tombs are empty!

Moreover, looking at the things in the tomb, there are many things to be buried with, and some even have brand new clothes in the tomb. The clothes are lying in the tomb in a wrinkled manner, as if they were originally worn by an orc, but the orc suddenly disappeared. The clothes fell down.

Each tomb is sealed, and it is also covered with totem. Unless it is violently opened, it is impossible to dig it open.

But now, all the orc corpses in the tomb have disappeared. Lin Yun walked to the tomb next to him and released a detection spell again. The result was exactly the same. The other things in the tomb are there. All the things buried with them are there. Only the orc corpses are missing.

Lin Yun stood in front of the cemetery with a frown, looking at the tombs that looked intact but without any corpses inside, and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, a slight spatial fluctuation appeared beside him, and Lin Yun turned around to look vigilantly. But he saw the tribe's great shaman suddenly appearing in the air.

The great shaman walked to the front of this new tomb with a melancholy face, looking at this new tomb and talking to himself.

"Sure enough, there are no more..."

Lin Yun knew in his heart that the orcs' cemetery was so big and was strictly protected, and the orcs inside were gone. How could these orcs not know? It seems that at least this great shaman was informed.

The great shaman looked at the cemetery with a sad face for a long time before sighing softly, turning his head to look at Lin Yun, and not asking how Lin Yun entered the cemetery, nor even asking Lin Yun for his crime of breaking into the cemetery without authorization.

"It seems you already know."

Lin Yun nodded.

"When we met those orcs before, I already realized something was wrong. Orcs rarely have undead, let alone such a huge number. This is very abnormal."

The great shaman nodded, was silent for a while before pointing at his feet.

"This land can no longer open its arms to welcome the orcs' people. This land has evil power. The orcs' people cannot return to the earth, and their souls can no longer be integrated into the earth.

It will devour all the dead, whether they are orcs or other creatures, they will be swallowed by this earth, or in other words, by this evil earth. It has strange magic power, and our souls cannot return to the earth and cannot rest in peace."

Lin Yun remained silent and listened quietly.

The great shaman pointed to the cemetery with a sad face.

"Are you wondering why our cemetery is so big that it is far beyond the size of our tribe?

I can tell you that more than a thousand years ago, our tribe ruled this prairie. This vast prairie is our pasture. The cattle and sheep we grazed are beyond the limit. The kedo and beasts we grazed are like mountains. The giant wolf raised in the grassland is at level 35, and they are not qualified to act as mounts. The two-legged flying dragons we cultivate can only act as tools for modern transportation.

Our tribe, only qualified warriors, has millions of people. No creature on this grassland can pose a threat to us.

But now, you also see what our tribe looks like.

The grassland has become deserted. Rabbits that used to be as many as weeds can no longer be found, and sheep can no longer be found. There are so many that the Kedo beasts, the giant grassland wolf, and the flying dragons on both feet have become very few now, and they are almost unable to form a team.

The population of the tribe, including those innocent children and the elderly whose teeth were lost, is only more than 20,000 left.

We are prisoners on this prairie. In a few decades, our tribe may become completely extinct and we will be completely trapped here."

As a powerful man in the heavenly rank, the Great Shaman's eyes were filled with painful despair. Orcs were not afraid of death in battle or pain. However, the most painful thing was to slowly watch the race fall into extinction. (To be continued.)
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