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Chapter 1262 - 1262 220 Knocking_3

1262: Chapter 220: Knocking_3 1262: Chapter 220: Knocking_3 Just as all the test-takers had entered in an instant, the skeletal remains that were originally lying on the ground suddenly came back to life.

The clothes on these Undead creatures had long since rotted away, even their Armor was broken and battered, and the weapons were rusted beyond recognition.

However, with these tattered attires, everyone could still vaguely identify that these Undead creatures were their ancestors.

Perhaps some of the Skeletons were the failed participants from the last test.

There was no time for sentimental remembrance; these Undead creatures had already launched their attack.

A Ratman was dismembered by Skeletons the moment he landed.

The slaughter had begun!

This was a struggle of life and death, regardless of the previous identities of these Undead creatures, they were now all enemies.

The first to be unlucky, naturally, were the Species with lower combat strength.

Even without being targeted intentionally, just by landing randomly, these weak combatants were the first to be eliminated.

Clearly, the Beast God is fair, giving hope to all Species.

Similarly, the Beast God is also unfair.

All Species face the same test, which obviously favors strong combatant races.

Without a doubt, the source of the strong combatant races has always been the Orc Royal Family, right here.

Excuses and complaints are the actions of the weak.

As a Strongman, one would never complain about the unfairness of the world.

No matter how weak the racial talents are, there will always be a few exceptions.

Not far from where the Ratman was dismembered, a Pigg was dodging from side to side, his golden figure standing out conspicuously on the battlefield.

This scene did not capture anyone’s attention.

Those who could enter the Land of Inheritance were all geniuses of their Species, and exceptional Orcs were far too many.

Whether one could pass the test or not depended not only on one’s own strength but also on luck.

Watching his fellow Clansmen fall continuously, the golden figure became even more agile, as if he had adjusted to the pace of the battle before him.

“Glaem, come and save me!”

Hearing the cry for help, Glaem glanced back and saw a member of the Pigg Clan struggling against the attack of Skeletons, with several wounds on his body, looking like he could perish at any moment.

“Young Chief, please hold on, as soon as I deal with the enemy before me, I’ll come to assist,” Glaem said.

After speaking, Glaem’s figure had vanished from its place, going in the opposite direction.

This infuriated the Young Chief of the Pigg Clan.

Saving a Pigg was impossible!

This was the Inherited Land, and everything everyone went through was a test; how could one expect help from others?

Several nearby members of the Pigg Clan, upon hearing the noise, did come over.

But they were not there to help, instead, they were chased over by the enemy.

With the addition of a bunch of pigheaded teammates, the battling Young Chief of the Pigg Clan did not escape danger but instead became increasingly precarious.

In almost the blink of an eye, a Pigg on the left-wing fell on the battlefield, exposing the backs of the clustered Pigg Clan members to the enemy.

“Glaem, you wait for me, after this I will…”

Unfortunately, before the Young Chief of the Pigg Clan could finish his threatening words, he had already fallen into a pool of blood.

Revenge, that was only possible if one could get out alive.

Although this was a testing ground, death here meant true death.

In matters of Species inheritance, the more prestigious one’s status, the more one must participate.

Otherwise, if the Clan inheritance falls into the hands of others, their supreme status will inevitably be challenged.

The Young Chief of the Pigg Clan was an example, although in the entire Orc Empire his status was not much, in the Pigg Clan he was absolutely one of the top figures.

To take part in this operation, the Chief of the Pigg Clan specifically brainwashed the talented among his Clan, demanding they ensure the survival of the Young Chief.

As for the inheritance, there has never been a Pigg in the history of the Pigg Clan who received it.

Focusing on power, the Chief of the Pigg Clan still sent his son in.

Better to be safe than sorry.

In the past, there have been lucky ones; no one could guarantee the Beastmen would not suddenly favor the Pigg Clan.

If by chance they obtained the inheritance, especially if it fell into the hands of another Pigg, his position as Clan Leader would be in jeopardy.

For the development of the Clan, sacrificing a Clan Leader was nothing new in the Orc Empire.

All calculations failed to predict that the obedient and compliant Glaem would become a different Pigg upon entering the Inherited Land.

Similar scenes continued to unfold within the Inherited Land.

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, the beastial nature could not withstand the test!