Chapter 1687 Orc Lair



The Orc Lair was an intimidating spectacle, an unnerving blend of organic growth and geological formations. Emery led the group into this alien environment, his vision filled with hundreds of orc cocoons lining the cavernous walls.

Despite their dormant state, the potential threat each cocoon represented was not lost on Emery. His ability allowed him to resonate with the dormant lifeforms, each contact with the damp, lichen-covered walls causing a ripple of awareness to surge through him. He sensed not hundreds, but tens of thousands of orc lifeforms nested deeper within the sprawling lair, each in its dormant state but brimming with latent power.

Wex, the tattooed half-moon magus, reacted instinctively at the sight of the slumbering orc horde. His body tensed, readying for battle, his gaze darting to each of the ominous cocoons. In contrast, the blonde female magus knew better than to provoke a dormant orc lair. With a firm voice, she urged them to move forward, her instructions resounding in the echoey silence of the orc breeding ground, "Just move faster."

Emery's task, as entrusted by Master Flemming, was to locate specific ingredients deep within the orc lair. Aided by his profound understanding of botany and his innate ability, [Nature Sense], he led the group deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels. The complex system of tunnels snaked around, illuminated only by the faint luminescence emitted by some fungal growths on the damp cavern walls.

Eventually, they reached a chamber that was distinctly different from the rest of the lair. It was a hidden ecosystem within the cave, where a river of molten lava surrounded a pond, filled with a mysterious green liquid. The liquid seemed to serve as a nutrient bath for a variety of luminescent plants, their faint glow reflecting off the steamy vapors that rose from the liquid.

"Good, quickly extract it," the female magus directed. Her voice echoed ominously around the chamber, the urgency in her tone apparent. Emery quickly moved into action while the female magus ordered the rest of the group - Wex and the two other magus with ragtag armor - to fan out and guard the perimeter. The palpable tension hung heavy in the air as they set about their tasks, every rustle and splash in the eerie silence magnifying their growing anxiety.

With efficiency, Emery began the task of extracting the rare plants from their unusual habitat. He knelt down near the green, luminescent pond, a glow reflecting in his eyes as he prepared himself for the delicate job ahead. Each plant, he knew, had a specific method for extraction - a wrong move could render them useless, or worse, dangerous.

[Gimeroot Weed - tier 4] was an oddity. The plant had thin, silver-colored stems and tiny star-shaped leaves. The weed itself seemed as if it were constructed of hundreds of tiny stars, giving off a soft, blue luminescence that danced across its surface.

[Luminous Cap Fungus - tier 5], on the other hand, boasted glowing caps that emitted a soft, greenish light - a spectral vision akin to the glow of forest fireflies. Its unique shape, resembling miniature umbrellas, made it an exotic sight. Intricate patterns etched onto the cap's surface made it appear even more mystical, adding to its allure.

Both of these plants were rare species in the magus universe. They were used in a variety of complex potions and were sought after for their unique properties. Master Fleming had imparted Emery with the necessary knowledge to handle these delicate organisms, and his proficiency in the law of nature made him the ideal candidate for the job.

Placing his hands on the moist ground near the pond, Emery focused. He felt the subtle pulsations of the life energy of the plants beneath his fingers. Gently, he coaxed the plants from their moist habitat. The plant life responded, their stems protruding from the liquid, entirely unscathed. They spurted up, guided by Emery's touch, and drifted slowly towards the prepared bag held open by his other hand.

In less than five minutes, the pond was void of its luminescent flora. Emery had managed to clean up the whole area, leaving it looking stark and barren in comparison to its initial glowing spectacle. His efficiency was a testament to his mastery over nature's law and his understanding of the intricate details of the botanical world.

The blonde magus observed Emery's swift and expert handling of the task, a hint of surprise flickering in her otherwise stoic eyes. "You are much more efficient than the last guy," she said, her words filled with begrudging admiration.

Emery paused briefly to process her words. The implications were chilling; the 'last guy' presumably hadn't survived his assignment. The risks were clear, and Emery made a mental note to tread carefully in this treacherous environment.

"Alright, let's move out," ordered the blonde magus, but Emery held up his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Give me a minute," he said, his eyes focused on the now barren, warm green pond.

The female magus, seeing Emery's steadfast concentration, did not argue. After all, he had completed his task far more quickly than anticipated. Emery approached the green pond, his gaze thoughtful. There was something about it that tugged at his knowledge.

Emery had spent the last two years casually perusing the [Orcs breeding manual] he had obtained from Nexus. His understanding of the orcish race had deepened over this time, and he knew that this pond play a part in the orc's creation.

With a determined look in his eyes, Emery placed both his hands on the pond's surface. Activating his [Nature Grasp], he slowly started to use [Fragmentation]. His control over nature law was much refined now, and he was able to extract a single drop from the entire pond, pulling it into a tiny vial.

[Mysterious Green essence]

The Magus Alliance had no information on this peculiar substance, but the Elves did. It was, according to their lore, the main ingredient in the birthing process of orcs. Emery couldn't suppress the thrill of discovery as he held the vial. This essence was a rare find, an essential piece in the puzzle of understanding the life cycle of the orcs.

Pocketing the vial containing the mysterious essence, Emery turned towards the blonde magus, his voice measured and casual, "I can find another similar place around.." His intentions were clear, he wanted to gather more of the essence, a substance with such profound importance.

However, the female magus was quick to dismiss his suggestion. "No, this is enough for now.. we should go," she said, her tone left no room for argument. Emery nodded, hiding a hint of disappointment, and the group began their journey back to the surface.

As they navigated through the twisting tunnels, Emery's senses picked up on a sudden surge of energy that seemed to resonate from the thousands of dormant orcs within the walls. Startled, he looked around, "Did we wake them up? How!?" His understanding of the orcs made him realize that their presence should not have triggered the awakening, unless...

"It's not us... it's the other group... let's hurry!" The female magus interrupted Emery's train of thought. Panic was creeping into her voice, her eyes flashed with an urgency that made Emery's heart race.

The group of five magus picked up their pace, each footfall echoing ominously in the dark tunnels. The cavern started shaking with tremors as the orcs began to stir from their slumber. The cocoon-like walls started to rupture, revealing monstrous forms that scuttled out in frenzied confusion.

"Go! Go!" The blonde magus shouted, her command echoing sharply in the tunnel. The moment they stepped out of the orc lair's entrance, the female magus began weaving a powerful spell. Fire and wind elements intertwined, escalating into a towering inferno - a [Fire Tornado] - that she promptly directed into the cavern's mouth.

The roaring tornado ripped through the lair, replacing the damp, chilly air with a hellish blaze. The orcs' screams of agony echoed out of the caves, an eerie backdrop to the magi's hasty retreat towards the surface. The heat from the blaze was so intense that it made Emery's skin prickle, but the screams... those were something he wouldn't forget for a long time.

As they emerged from the depths of the orc lair, they were greeted by the sight of Captain Steel waiting for them by the Juggernaut. Its intimidating turrets were locked and loaded, their muzzles gleaming ominously under the limited light, indicating they were ready for any trouble that might unfold.

Emery had initially thought the turrets were meant for a horde of orcs, but to his astonishment, the real threat emerged from a different tunnel. Atlas and the remainder of his group were desperately sprinting towards them, but hot on their heels were dozens of dreadspinners – monstrous, spider-like creatures were hot on their tails.

"HURRY UP!!" Captain Steel bellowed, his voice echoing over the frantic chaos as he prepared to unleash the Juggernaut's turrets on the pursuing dread-spinners.