Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

The noon sun lazily shone on the Orcs Main Tribe.

This enormous city, built from solid rock was intimidating to look at.

The various rock buildings in the city had a simple and rugged style, reflecting the character of the Orc race.

From a human's perspective, the city was truly ugly, with nothing worth praising. But to be honest, the Orcs didn't put much effort into building it.

They are War Lovers Orcs, making their home beautiful only make them fall into comfort. For them, comfort led to weakness, and weakness had no place in the life of a war-loving Orc.

Currently every Orcs in the tribe had serious face as they did their daily training.

News had reached the tribe from the Northern Wasteland: Prince Gombak, the beloved adopted son of the Orc Leader, had fallen in battle. More than 100,000 Orcs had perished alongside him.

In the Orcs' Main Tribe, the most tense place was the Central Area, where a much more luxurious rock palace with a huge gate was built compared to the others.

A beautifully decorated carriage slowly made its way toward the palace, stopping only after several strict inspections.

As the large gates creaked open, the carriage entered the courtyard. The gates then closed behind it with a heavy thud, sealing the palace from the outside world.

In the rocky courtyard, the carriage stopped, and a dark-skinned man in a loose black robe stepped out.

The one who came out was not a Orcs, but a Dark Elf with pointed ear. A Dark Elf appearing in the Orc Tribe, especially at such a tense moment, was certainly unusual.

The Orc guards barely reacted to the Dark Elf's presence. They seemed to consider it perfectly normal.

"Sir Adrion," one of the guards said with a nod, "the Supreme Commander is waiting for you in the hall."

Sir Adrion, accustomed to the palace's layout, nodded in return and strode purposefully toward the hall.

Inside, Commander Cruck, an old and battle-hardened Orc, was seated at a stone desk, scribbling notes on a scroll. Upon hearing Adrion's footsteps, he placed the quill down and stood to greet his guest.

"Sir Adrion, welcome! Please, have a seat," Commander Cruck said warmly.

"A group of goblin merchants brought us some spirit tea from the Moonlit Forest. Would you care to try it?"

"Thank you, Commander Cruck," Sir Adrion smiled as he accepted the cup, took a sip gracefully, and nodded in approval.

This type of elf spirit tea was usually something they would take time to enjoy, but today, neither of them was in the mood for it.

"Prince Gombak, the adopted Son of Orc Leader died in the battle ten days ago. Do you have any news regarding Black Cavalry, they seem to disappear since that battle"

Commander Cruck said with some tiredness, as a Orc it is really hard to plant Spy in the Human Territory. He can only seek information from the Dark Elf before him.

Sir Adrion nodded and handed a parchment to Cruck.

"This is the latest report from the frontlines. The Black Cavalry hasn't headed deeper. They've retreated back to the Frontlines."

Sir Adrion smiled and added, "The current Orc Main City is a tough bone to chew. The humans, who are feasting in the Northern Wasteland, have no interest in this place."

Cruck smiled bitterly. He was relieved, but also deeply humiliated.

The vast lands of the Northern Wasteland had once belonged to the Orcs. If they could, they would never have retreated to this Rocky Mountain Range to live in such miserable conditions.

"Now, tell me Sir Adrion what should i do?"

"Commander Cruck, you should stop messing with in the Northern Wasteland from now on. They seem to be more stronger now than they have ever been."

Cruck immediately became serious after hearing Sir Adrion, "Make yourself clear"

Sir Adrion laughed and looked at Cruck,

"Don't act like you don't know Cruck. There is unrest brewing in the southern kingdoms. A major war is about to break out between the humans and the Beast men. It will be a battle that could involve the many forces."

Cruck listened to Sir Adrion with narrowed eyes, "And what does that mean for us?"

"Humans are serious now. If you Orcs involve deeply and try to start a bigger war, humans will not show any mercy. Don't be a fool like Prince Gombak." Adrion warned. Explore more stories at empire

"How big is the Chaos going to be in the South"

"Big enough to involve the whole continent. Big enough to change the balance of power across the continent." Sir Adrion said with a weird smile.

Cruck leaned forward, his eyes locked on Adrion's. "Is it time for the bird to break out of the cage?"

Adrion said nothing, but the glint in his eyes spoke volumes. The two continued their conversation, their words filled with secrets not meant for others to hear.

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High above the Orc Main Tribe, a boat soared through the sky.

Luis stood on deck, watching the activity below. Orcs, numbering in the thousands, moved like ants through the Tribe streets. By his rough estimate, there were at least 200,000 Orcs living in the tribe.

After observing the terrain for more than half an hour he opened a Magic scroll and sent it back to the Hartmann Barony.

[Luis Hartmann,

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This was a job given to him by his father. The Black Cavalry has been constantly traveling losing connection with the frontlines.

This might worry his mother and other high ranking officials of the barony, so every three days he sends back a report through Magic Scroll.

With the message sent, Luis stood quietly, once again observing the Orcs beneath him. His task here was done, at least for now.

After doing this, he returned to the Cultivation World through the Vortex.

There is a change of Plan. He has already figured out the way to practice Immortal Cultivation Technique and he is in his final verifying stage.