Three years after the disaster, dark energy swept the world.
Lin Feng awakened the power of flesh and blood reorganization.
Others dragged away the corpses of alien beasts in exchange for half a piece of moldy bread. He dragged away the entire corpse, dismantled the bones and rejoined the tendons, and reorganized an absolutely loyal orc army.
The rot wolf created the drudge, the armored bear created the big G, and the wind wolf king completed the skeleton and was directly reorganized to produce Grom, the swordsman of the Warsong clan.
The Qingya Mountain stone tablet is engraved with the tribe's only iron law:
Only I can scold my bastard. If anyone touches it, your entire base will be demolished.
The cracks in the void are expanding in the distance.
Lin Feng wiped the bone knife, an animalistic red light flashed in his eyes:
Come on.
My orc army can't wait any longer.
