“Headmaster, that is located in the stone wall you had entered from in Nam Mountain. All you need to do is to break that stone platform to see it!” The Commander spirit replied.

Abel remembered that stone platform. Those orcs had sacrificed 20 spiritual beasts on that thing. The portal door to the base was just inside.

However, an elite priest was guarding that place. Abel was not sure if elite priest Dono was still there, but Nam Mountain was one of the most highly guarded places of the orcs.

He was not an intermediate wizard. He could not move in a flash, so no way he could disregard those protection circles.

Perhaps he needed to wait for another 3 days for the orc god ceremony to finish. This way, Elite Priest Dono would think they had all died. After that, Abel would be able to exit without anyone noticing.

Abel began to tour around the base. In this base, the commander Spirit could connect with him no matter where he was.

This base was made entirely out of the fragments of dimension. There were 3 levels in this place. The first was the control area, where Abel was. It was also where the most important member had lived and where the operating rooms for the magic circles and energy stores were.

Abel already had the highest authority in base no.7, so every place was open to him.

The living space for this place was quite similar to those of humans. With some small alterations, the place would be perfect.

“Headmaster majesty, here is the food inventory!” The Commander spirit guided Abel. It introduced him to all the areas and opened doors for him.

Abel was quite interested in this place. He wanted to know what kind of food the ancients ate.

He entered the inventory. Rolls of bread were stacked on the shelf. He picked one up. It was so old it had almost turned into stones. It was as hard as iron. No one could eat anything like this.

Although the bread had turned into a rock, Abel could still sense some life force within the other food.

Through his speculation, these foods would have been quite nutritious when they were still edible, but it was all in the past now.

“Commander spirit, what are these made out of?” Abel asked as though he was talking to himself.

“Headmaster majesty. This food is perfect for replenishing energy. Every piece can guarantee the energy needed for a knight’s entire day of battle. It was made with the fruit of the cloud tree!” The Commander spirit replied.

“Are those cloud trees still around?” Abel quickly asked.

“The cloud trees are grown in a mana dense environment. Due to the base’s energy shortage, we had stopped the mana environment for the cloud trees a few thousand years ago. All the cloud trees had died!” The Commander spirit followed.

A sense of pity emerged in Abel. Those cloud tree fruit could be one of the few successful cases of turning mana into life force. This success probably took ten of thousands, or maybe even hundreds of thousands of years of trial and error. Still, destroying seemed a simple task.

“I still have the seed for the cloud trees, but if the energy of the base continues to decrease, the next thing I need to get rid of will be the seed inventory!” As the Commander spirit continued, Abel grew excited.

He was extremely interested in the seed inventory the Commander spirit was talking about. What kind of crops were the ancients growing?

They exited the food inventory and continued their tour.

The Commander spirit led Abel to another inventory and explained, “This is the puppet inventory, but all the puppets in here had been damaged. Due to the lack of resources, I can no longer control the puppets to fix themselves!”

The gate automatically swung open, and rows of neatly placed puppets emerged. All almost though he had entered a dwarf’s inventory.

Those puppets’ faces looked different from the ones the dwarfs made, but overall they were quite similar. Abel had a thought, maybe the unique puppet making technique of the orcs was derived from the ancient sight.

This was not hard to imagine. Although the dwarfs’ knowledge of metallurgy was quite high, their skills alone were definitely not enough to make a puppet. If they weren’t assisted by the technology passed down from the ancients, making a puppet would be impossible.

As he gazed at those puppets, he got an idea. He took out a labor puppet from his Kong Kong Spirit Portal bag and placed it on the floor.

“Headmaster majesty. This is amazing; I haven’t been able to have a body for thousands of years. Can I control this puppet?” The commander spirit asked joyfully.

Abel could imagine. An intelligent spirit being trapped in this base without a body, without the ability to move around, it was basically like being locked up.

“Commander spirit, I’ll give this puppet to you. Just tell me the resources you need, and I’ll get you some after I get back!” Abel said with a smile.

After hearing Abel’s words, the labor puppet suddenly twitched and stood up. It then stretched its arms and legs. It twisted its body, enjoying the freedom of movement.

Afterward, it loyally bowed at Abel, “Headmaster, I’ll lead the way for you!”

“This is the garden. Originally, we had 12 kinds of vegetables and cloud trees growing here. But to preserve energy for the base, I had turned off all the magic circles here. It’s deserted now!” The labor puppet opened a door and explained.

The place was pitch black. Through the little raspy of light coming from the open door, Abel could see some dried up soil.

“If this garden returned to operation, how many crops can it grow each day?” Abel asked. It seemed like this garden was around 10 acres.

“The 12 kinds of vegetables the base had picked were all altered. It can grow 1000 portions per day. If the cloud tree was full, we could get a batch every month, enough to sustain 1000 knights for a month!” The commander spirit explained.

Abel finally came across the seed inventory of the garden. The seed for the cloud tree and the 12 kinds of vegetables were perfectly kept. Now the only problem was resources and the puppet.

Without resources, this base could only remain in a low energy state.

Also, there were no workers in this base. Everything needed to be done by puppets, but all the puppets were damaged. Therefore, he also needed a large number of resources to fix them.

The last part of the first floor was the energy storage room. It was where the core of this base was located.

As soon as Abel stepped inside the energy storage room, he saw an empty shell of a dead body. It was a Tauren. It was placed in the center of the room, with a white glowing aura of energy surrounding it through a magic circle.

“Commander spirit, what is this?” Abel asked, pointing at the dead Tauren.

“Headmaster majesty, this is the orc god!” The words of the commander spirit made Abel’s jaw drop.

According to the legend, the orc god had the face of a lion and extremely sharp claws. The only things that matched the definition in this Tauren were the strong horns and long hooves.

But this made sense. If the orc god just looked like a normal Tauren, how many races would loyally sacrifice themselves for him?

The face of a lion signified the bloodline of a royal orc, and sharp claws signified power for the wolves.

It seemed like the image of the orc god was compromised to fit the perception of every race. Maybe the orcs needed a god like this, not a Tauren.

“After all the energy of the orc god had been used up, all the puppets in the base had stopped working. That’s why the dead body is still here!” commander spirit explained.

Abel spread his gaze on the orc god. It was a powerful orc, but it had slowly died in an unknown base. This was all because this base was running out of energy, but the base had sacrificed large amounts of puppets to hold down this orc god anyway.