The restriction opened.
The orcs of the seventh stage who didn't know the truth thought that the Holy Land had opened a back door for them.
With their heads held high, they walked forward.
When they encountered humans and other living beings blocking their way, they did not even think about it and directly grabbed them.
"Get lost!"
"This is the holy land of us orcs, not the holy land of you ants!"
The green-skinned orcs were laughing wildly.
Under the command of the people sent by the Home of Kindness, they lined up in an orderly manner and prepared to enter their orc holy land.
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"Attack?"
"Move!"
The dwarf and the leader of the enchanters, who had been hiding at the side, looked at each other without saying anything.
He understood what the other party was thinking.
The leader of the dwarves of the eighth stage took out a sharp cone from his pocket, its entire body emitting dense magic elements.
