Chapter 887: Black Iron Orc Sacred Relic
With Fang dead, the conquest of the Fang Tribe accelerated dramatically. Half an hour later, the tribe's defenses were completely breached...
The George Family charged into the Fang Tribe like madmen, while Leon quietly led his own people to retreat to a distant spot.
Another half hour passed, and the George Family had already finished looting the Fang Tribe. All remaining resistance was completely wiped out.
Watching the points skyrocket, even Wagner couldn't help but smile.
And this Demon Fang Necklace—even if we can't use it, when we get back, the family's alchemists can surely make something useful out of it. I heard Dala the Creator wants some Heavenly-rank Demon fangs. These might have been discarded by demons, but they're still from an Abyssal Demon of the Heavenly rank.
Heh, lucky we ran into the Merlin Family's idiot. No wonder Andalusia gets crushed by our Odin Kingdom—these country bumpkins are all this dumb. How could they not get stomped by us..."
The assault continued. The next two tribes were cleared out just like before: Leon's Merlin Mage Legion held off the Black Iron Orcs' main force, and when the time was right, the George Family rushed in to take over the battle.
And every time a tribe was broken, the job of wiping them out was handled entirely by the George Family—Leon didn't have to lift a finger.
Aside from earning some points for killing Black Iron Orcs, the big scores for wiping out or conquering tribes had nothing to do with the Merlin Family anymore...
But Leon remained calm, as if none of this mattered to him.
After wiping out one tribe, they stumbled upon some unexpected intel.
Inside this tribe, they found information about the Black Iron Orc Sacred Land!
Wagner held an ancient sheepskin scroll, which bore a map marking the location of the Black Iron Orc Sacred Land. It was a place with no tribes at all, not far from Radiance Fortress. Who would have thought such a desolate, seemingly unimportant spot would be the sacred land of the Black Iron Orcs!
The map also recorded some details about the Black Iron Orc Sacred Relic. Legend has it that this relic was left by the ancestors of the Black Iron Orcs, and it serves as their protection and blessing.
The massive barrier covering Radiance Fortress draws its power from this Black Iron Orc Sacred Relic. Destroy the relic, and that terrifyingly strong barrier will simply vanish.
Without the barrier in the way, taking Radiance Fortress would be a breeze—just a matter of time.
"Young Master Wagner, we absolutely can't let those Andalusian bumpkins find out about this relic. If we destroy it, half the points for conquering Radiance Fortress will be ours. And to think our family intelligence never knew the Black Iron Orcs had a sacred land at all.
This relic must mean everything to the Black Iron Orcs. Destroying it isn't just about the points for taking Radiance Fortress—it could change the whole course of the war. The points would be huge."
If those Andalusian bumpkins found out about this, they'd definitely try to snatch it. This is the key to all the points—if they destroy the relic, they might end up with even more points than us..."
Wagner waved his hand dismissively.
"That relic is ours to destroy—it has to be. There's no way we let those idiots do it; they don't have the guts. Trust me, I've seen right through that Leon Merlin. He's an absolute fool.
Wherever that relic is kept, there'll definitely be strong Black Iron Orcs guarding it. Why should our George Family make pointless sacrifices? We have to rope in the Merlin Family—only with them can we get the biggest results with the smallest losses.
If you don't use idiots like this, do you think I'm an idiot too?"
Wagner laughed triumphantly, and Lord Daug eagerly nodded in agreement beside him.
"Young Master Wagner is absolutely right. We'll just tell them, get them to do the work, and we destroy the relic ourselves."
Wagner casually sent someone over to the Merlin Family, and to show his sincerity, even handed over the sheepskin scroll. Leon looked at the scroll, his face betraying no surprise.
Anderson circled the scroll twice, then finally spoke, a little speechless.
"Leon, this is a golden opportunity. Since this relic was left by the Black Iron Orcs' ancestors, it means far more to them than any small tribe ever could.
Besides, the barrier at Radiance Fortress is all because of this relic—destroy it, and the barrier shatters. It's as good as destroying Radiance Fortress itself. Are you really thinking of passing up a chance like this?"
Hubert grew anxious, glaring as he tried to persuade Leon.
"Master Merlin, destroying this relic is the same as destroying Radiance Fortress. So what are we waiting for? We take out those idiots ourselves, and then we go destroy the relic. That'll be a ton of points..."
William, looking puzzled, leaned in close to Leon.
"Leon, you're not the type to just swallow a loss like this, are you? We've done the hardest, most dangerous work conquering these tribes, but we've only earned a little over twenty thousand points. Meanwhile, the George Family snagged at least two hundred thousand points without breaking a sweat.
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This Black Iron Orc Sacred Relic is the key to attacking the Black Iron Orcs. How could we possibly give it up? If we destroy it, when Radiance Fortress finally falls, at least half the points will be ours. That's a huge deal for the Merlin Family.
After all, the points for attacking Radiance Fortress aren't that high to begin with—way less than other fortresses. We've earned so few points, we're probably the lowest among the seven major powers of the Andalusia Kingdom. Even some smaller factions might have more than us.
And the most important thing, Leon, don't forget—this time it's a high-stakes gamble between our Andalusia Kingdom and the Odin Kingdom. Whoever loses will lose everything in the Blazeforge Realm.
If we destroy the Black Iron Orcs' ancestral relic, our points will shoot up to the top. The Andalusia Kingdom's score will leap, closing the gap with the Odin Kingdom, and we'll finally have a shot at winning..."
Except for Kurum, who just stood by looking ready to jump in at any moment, everyone else was trying to persuade Leon, hoping he wouldn't keep going down this path.
Who works without getting a reward?
Not only were they working, but they'd done it over and over again...
Leon looked at the crowd's expressions and couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you really think I'm helping the George Family? I'm just waiting here. If they want to destroy that relic, let them. Keeping them around is exactly why we're waiting. If they're dead set on dying, I'm not about to stop them."
As soon as Leon said this, Anderson's expression changed immediately.
"Damn, I knew you couldn't possibly have good intentions. Those idiots from the Odin Kingdom actually think they can take advantage of you—how naive. And I was naive too, thinking you were doing a good deed..."
Others might not realize it, but Anderson remembered a few things.
Usually, relics of this kind—especially those with powerful magic—are never that simple.
According to the sheepskin scroll, the so-called relic is just a crude ceramic bowl—it's not even that sturdy. Destroying it shouldn't be hard for everyone here.
But this Black Iron Orc Sacred Relic was left behind by the ancestors of the Black Iron Orcs. Even now, it still possesses formidable power—their ancestors' blessings remain strong.
You have to understand, the orcs are the race most skilled at harnessing ancestral power. Anything connected to their ancestors is never easy to mess with...
Andefa looked at Leon's demeanor. He had even been playing dumb all along, agreeing to any excessive demands. What he sought was surely no small thing.
Damn it, is there anyone who’s ever managed to take advantage of the Merlin Family? Probably hasn’t even been born yet...
Leon had already let slip a bit of information, so the others all fell silent.
Even the slowest-witted Xiu Ban probably understood by now—his great Lord Merlin was setting them up...
Following the George Family, they arrived not far outside the Black Iron Orc Sacred Land, where an elderly Black Iron Orc with no hair stood ahead, hunched over and blocking the army’s advance.
Don’t be fooled by the deep wrinkles on this old Black Iron Orc—enough to pinch a fly to death—or his appearance as if he’s on the verge of dying. He stood there quietly, one hand resting on a broadsword over a meter long.
Yet no one in the army dared to move forward...
Because even from three hundred meters away, they saw the old Black Iron Orc casually swing his broadsword. A massive crescent of Scarlet Battle Qi, over twenty meters wide, flew toward the crowd...
It took more than a hundred members of the George Family working together to block just one strike.
"Damn, the Glory of the Black Iron Orcs—the only one who doesn’t use the Black Iron Orc Greatsword. Wasn’t he supposed to be dead? How is he here?"
Wagner's face was full of shock. That was because this nearly dying old Black Iron Orc was a legend even in the Blazeforge Realm—one of the top warriors among the orcs!
This old fellow had once nearly broken through to the Heavenly tier, but suffered unprecedented injuries in battle, his rank fell, and he’d never reach the Heavenly tier in his lifetime.