Orcs possess intelligence, although most of them are not very intelligent compared to elves, dwarves, gnomes, and humans. wWW.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.comBut this does not prevent the orcs from producing some highly intelligent characters. The simple eyes of these orc leaders can penetrate most of the hypocrisy in the world.
But on the other hand, the vast majority of orcs have retained the nature of many beasts to some extent. They are keen, powerful, vital, and have good reproductive capacity. Orcs have simple requirements, endure hardships and stand hard work, and have instinctive obedience to the strong. A large piece of dried meat from any beast and the ice water that can be seen everywhere in the central mountains are all the supplies to support a strong orc warrior. Of course, the priests, shamans, doctors and those with tyrannical force at the top of the entire orc society guys, the treatment they enjoy is much better. But this is only relative to other orcs.
In history, the people once formed their own great empire, but they were unlucky at that time and happened to run into the Elf Empire which was at its most powerful period. At that time, the Elf Empire also owned four of the twelve great Elf Kings that had ever existed in history. Due to the great feats of the four great Elf Kings in slaying numerous dragons and an ancient dragon, this glorious period that lasted for hundreds of years was called the Dragon's Lament in history books.
With the expansion of the Elf Empire, the Orc Empire was expelled all the way to the west, and was constantly invaded by dwarves and various strange races along the way. Finally, it disappeared in the west of the boundless plateau. Since then, there has been no news. In the rich central region of the continent . The remaining orcs relied on their adaptability to the environment and strong reproductive capacity to survive in the form of tribes in the mountains or wilderness. They are excellent warriors, but their shortcomings are also outstanding. They have poor equipment, do not understand strategy, and have no discipline. More importantly, the level of magic of the orcs is still in the primitive era. Any great magician of the human race is enough to serve as the high priest of an orc country.
Fatty has always been familiar with history books, and he knows this period of history very well. But what worries him is that this time the orcs who suddenly appeared in the central mountains have made up for their shortcomings in equipment, military discipline and strategy. The only thing that is unclear is their magic level.
Several orcs climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down at the quiet and beautiful valley. In the center of the valley sits the somewhat withered Oracle City. Because of the loss of energy support from the ancient elven trees, the small lake near the Oracle City was also sealed with a thick layer of ice.
Orcs also have a sense of beauty, and their sense of beauty. To some extent, they have something in common with elves. They immediately took a fancy to this valley and planned to rest here for a day before pursuing the elves again.
The beauty of the Oracle City has long transcended races. Although it has lost its luster, the Oracle City lying quietly in the middle of the valley is like a sleeping girl, so delicate and delicate that it makes people heartache.
Groups of orc warriors rolled into the Oracle City like dark green steel torrents. The officers have already divided the Oracle City into more than ten areas for different orc troops to station and rest. However, there are too many orcs. Only 40,000 to 50,000 people have already crowded the entire Oracle City. , more orcs had to find another place to rest in the valley.
Behind the regular orc troops are all kinds of strange and bizarre war beasts. Their eyes are red and they stare at the orc warriors around them. From time to time, steaming white gas spurts out from the nostrils. Occasionally, a giant beast roars at the surrounding orc warriors, which will cause the other giant beasts to roar in response. If the shamans who control these giant beasts hadn't tried their best to restrain them, they might have pounced on the surrounding orcs.
Under the threat of the war beast, there was a small rebellion among the well-disciplined orc warriors.
These giant beasts lined up in a long and winding queue, came to the small lake one by one, smashed the frozen ice cap on the lake, and began to drink water. However, a huge roar suddenly sounded in the valley!
That huge, dragon-like monster walked into the valley with roaring steps!
There was an invisible majesty surrounding it, and all the giant beasts cowered and retreated in front of it, giving up the entire small lake to it.
The orcs on the top of the mountain stood quietly, watching everything in the valley. Among them were orcs, trolls, and werewolves, most of whom were dressed as sacrifices. In the center of the orc, there is a mysterious figure wrapped in a dark green robe. Compared with the tall and sturdy orcs around him, he looked short and thin, but the orcs seemed to be in awe of him.
The orcs looked at the extremely majestic giant beast drinking water by the small lake. Instead of being excited, they looked a little regretful and sad.
"It seems that Lord Bloodfang has been completely lost in the body of the divine beast. The big orc priest said heavily.
The man in black robe in the center said in a strange and high-pitched voice: "This kind of thing will always happen! I know that Blood Fang has a high prestige in the tribe, but for the glory of the Beast God, someone must take this risk. . Bloodfang is the greatest and bravest warrior among the werewolves. The great mission of carrying the will of the servants of the God of War must of course fall on him. Don't moan for nothing like useless elves! Bloodfang still has a chance to awaken his will. , until then, the power of the Beast God's servants can be fully exerted. But as it is now, we can already sweep across the entire central mountain range."
"Why not just invade the human country! After capturing all the elves, we should wipe out the entire northern prairie! We have brought 200,000 warriors. No human country can stop the orcs' battle axes. !" A troll shouted fiercely.
The man in black robe in the center turned around and stared at the troll, silently. Under the shadow of the robe's hood, his pair of yellow and green eyes revealed a cold murderous aura. The troll who was still roaring just now immediately lowered his head in fear, not daring to look directly at this mysterious figure who was not even above his shoulders.
The man looked around for another week, and said coldly: "Have you forgotten what the high priest of Augenheile said before we set off? That is the oracle of the beast god! In the human kingdom, there are very powerful ones. The guardian gods and beast gods are not fully prepared yet, so we have not yet reached the time for a full-scale war with the human race. The elves do not have a guardian god, which means that there will be no powerful priests, mages, and divine spells among them. Orc! Of course, you simple-minded guys like me and you can’t explain this problem clearly. In short, our goal this time is to bring the entire central mountain range into the territory of the orcs. In addition, we are not allowed to act rashly! If anyone can’t control it, If you are impulsive, then just wait to go back and accept the punishment of the high priest of Ogenheile!"
Hearing his last words, all the orcs trembled involuntarily.
Seeing that the orcs around him expressed their submission, the man snorted. Then he chanted a spell, and a moment later, a huge crystal plate appeared in his hand. Such a spell did not surprise the orcs who were not familiar with magic, but if the fat man were here, they would definitely be surprised.
Instant summoning can store items prepared in advance in a parallel space and take them out when needed. This magic has a seventh level of difficulty in casting. The problem is that there are a few mages willing to use precious magic power on it. What about such a magic? It can be seen that this crystal plate must be an extremely valuable magic prop.
The crystal plate is one meter square and nearly half a meter thick, with countless images of devils carved around it. Both sides are engraved with magic symbols.
The mysterious man was stroking the crystal plate with both hands and chanting a spell. Slowly, the crystal plate began to float in the air on its own. A blurry scenery gradually emerged above.
As his magic power continued to be injected, the scene in the crystal plate gradually became clearer. With the current valley as the center, the mountain topography within a radius of a hundred kilometers is revealed one by one in the crystal plate, and the scope of inclusion is getting larger and larger. Finally it reached about 300 kilometers.
The mysterious man stretched out a pale finger, bit it hard, and smeared dark green blood on the crystal plate. Then, at a position near the edge of the crystal plate, dense spots of light gradually lit up.
The orc leaders present all leaned over and stared at the crystal plate in trance. They all know that a point of light represents the location of a life. After being sacrificed with the blood of five hundred elves, this crystal plate has become unusually sensitive to the lives of elves.
"Very good, you see, these elves are all gathered together. They are just over a day away from us. We just need to..." The mysterious man began to lay out tactics incessantly.
At this time, the orc warriors of Oracle City had already used ice water to bring down large pieces of dried meat to their stomachs, and each found a comfortable position and lay down. As the orc officers roared, they quickly fell asleep.
While sleeping, an orc felt itchy on his arm, so he scratched it hard. But the itching on his arm got worse and worse. He murmured, opened his eyes, and raised his arm in front of him. Only then did he realize that two small transparent bugs with long fingers were twisting their bodies and desperately crawling on his arm to suck blood. He cursed and slapped the two bugs into two lumps of meat with a heavy palm.
The orc snorted twice and immediately fell asleep again. Just a moment later, my arm started to itch again.
He was so angry that he almost roared! It's just that the strict and almost cruel military discipline prevented him from shouting as much as he wanted. He stared with blood-red eyes, raised his arm to his eyes, and immediately found that this time there were seven or eight identical little bugs hanging on it!
The orc's huge slap kept falling, smashing all the little bugs into pulp, and then he let out a slight breath of bad breath. But then my arm started to itch again. He took a closer look and immediately roared involuntarily, his roar full of fear!
In the blink of an eye, there were a few more bugs on his arms. But this time, the orc warrior finally saw clearly that small bumps bulged from time to time on his rough and hard dark green skin. The small bumps would slowly crack, and then several small white insects would come out of them. As soon as it comes out, it will immediately sting the arm of the orc warrior, sucking blood desperately! During the entire process, the orc never felt any pain, only bursts of itching.
Looking at these little bugs, deep fear arose in the simple minds of the orc warriors! He really didn't know how many such bugs were in his body at this moment, frantically devouring his flesh and blood.
The orc warrior's sanity finally collapsed! Extreme fear made him jump up crazily. While roaring, he drew out his tomahawk and chopped off his arm with all his strength!
No pain, no blood.
Half of the orc warrior's arm fell to the ground, and what fell out of the break was just a large group of white insects that were crawling wildly. In fact, there were only bones and a layer of skin left in the orc warrior's arm.
The orc warrior howled wildly, and his howl resounded throughout the Oracle City! Several orc officers roared and gathered from all directions. They were ready to teach this orc who did not obey military discipline a lesson. The crime of disturbing the rest of the army was enough to throw him into being used as food for the giant war beasts.
When they entered the room, the howls of the orc warriors had long since ceased. When these officers saw the scene in the room, they immediately took a few steps back in shock!
There were a total of six orc warriors lying in the room, but they looked more like swaying, squirming leather bags at the moment. From their mouths, noses and eye sockets, there were lots of white bugs crawling in and out.
The orc officers had no idea what was going on. They were just about to sound the alarm when a white light suddenly flashed in front of their eyes. The little bugs in the room were like sharks seeing blood. They suddenly jumped up one after another, and like sharp thorns, they stabbed these orc officers like lightning! This time they showed their ferocious looks, fully exerting the huge power contained in their small bodies. With a twist, their entire body penetrated into the orc's skin, and then they moved crazily back and forth in the orc's flesh and blood!
After a while, the first insect that burrowed in broke out again! Only this time it was not just itself, but more than ten much smaller larvae!
Several orc officers let out earth-shattering howls and fell down softly. Under their green skin, it was like a ball of boiling water, surging.
It's just that their screams couldn't attract the same attention as the first orc warrior, because the entire Oracle City was filled with orc screams at this moment.
In the deep mountains, there is a considerable gap in the foot strength of humans and orcs. Therefore, when Rogge was already standing in the center of the underground fortress, the emergency letter from Redbud Butterfly had just come out. After watching the goshawk that reported the news soar into the sky, the Redbud Butterfly shut herself in the room alone and stayed alone all night without seeing anyone.
It wasn't until early morning that the redbud butterfly came out of the door. She changed into a suit of armor and used a full-face helmet to completely cover up her delicate face.
Outside her door, stood a tall magic swordsman. Aite's gorgeous armor was already covered with a layer of frost, and it looked like he had been waiting for her for a long time.
Her voice was dry and hoarse, and Ate's heart ached when she heard it.
A moment later, all the military and political officials of the Principality of Are gathered at the Grand Duke's Mansion. Everyone's face was worried. They already knew the news about the orc army approaching the central mountain range. But although they were worried, they were not panicked. Since Rogge took power, he has carried out a vigorous purge of the entire bureaucracy of the Principality of Are. Although such a small place cannot promote many talents, compared with those who were in power in the principality, the current group of officials are already much more outstanding.
The only one who showed excitement was Adele. She has recovered somewhat from the loss of her son and is now just looking for new excitement. When she heard the orcs were attacking, the first thing she thought of was the scene of corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood, so she smiled sweetly and her face glowed with dazzling beauty. Thinking of thousands of warriors clinging to the swords she oversaw. Rushing towards the tall orc, followed by scenes of screams and blood splattering all over the sky, Adele was so excited that she couldn't control herself. Only this kind of excitement can stimulate her despair. So as soon as I received the notice of the redbud butterfly. She immediately started working all night, and by early morning, she had drawn up a careful and perfect plan to deliver all the weapons and equipment stored in the duchy to the soldiers as quickly as possible.
After a day's rest, she planned to completely mobilize the already weakened national power of the Principality of Are again, arm every soldier to the teeth, and then send them to the front line.
"We still have 40,000 troops. Although their training and equipment are not up to the requirements of fighting the orcs." Redbud Butterfly looked around and looked at another point on the map.
Everyone here immediately realized that Redbud Butterfly's plan was actually extremely poisonous. The strength of the Arele Principality is completely unable to compete with so many orcs. But she can hold on for a while by shrinking her defense line and using her limited military power to defend solid fortresses. And she gave way to the passage to the north. The unimpeded orcs only needed two days to invade the territory of the Principality of Leighton along the road. The meaning of the Redbud Butterfly is to divert the trouble from the north and drag down the Leighton Principality, which has abundant military resources.
At this time, in the underground fortress where the elves were stationed, Rogeriusius gathered in front of a water dish carved from amethyst, discussing the current situation.
"I will immediately notify Bauhinia Butterfly and ask her to prepare for defense. However, the principality's 40,000 troops must not be counted on. Even if they can catch up, they will not be able to play much role. The elves here..." Rogge frowned: " It seems that there are only a little over 10,000 people capable of fighting, so it may be difficult to deal with the nearly 200,000 orcs chasing after us."
The water dish in front of Fatty also clearly showed the terrain of the underground fortress covering hundreds of kilometers in radius. At the location of the Oracle City, there are large areas of dense green gathering at the moment, looking like a large piece of floating algae.
Hughes looked at Shui Panchun and the orcs competing for military strength. It would definitely not work. Mr. Rogge, do you still remember the battle where you held high the two bloody flags and massacred all the way to Tiffany? "
Such a brilliant and unrestrained attack was a rare and glorious achievement for Fatty, and of course she had to remember it firmly. But after a brief thought, the fat man understood that what Hughes meant was that we must gather all the strong men this time? "
Hughes nodded and said: "Of course! You certainly don't want the elves to suffer any more damage, right?"
When he thought of the more than 100,000 elves who had been killed in the battle of Green Sea, Fatty's heart ached beyond measure. Deep in his heart, he already regarded all elves as his private property. Although the elves stranded in the green sea stubbornly refused his leadership, Rogge had no doubt that one day, he would be able to take all the elves under his command.
Go talk to *** now! "The fat man made up his mind.
"What if she refuses?" Hughes asked.
"If she doesn't want to, I will... I will..." The fat man was obviously very guilty. After "I will", there was nothing more to say.
The fat man looked at Hughes and snorted heavily, so he was not afraid at all now, and then said: "Even if we gather enough strong men, we have to think of some other way. The underground fortress is surrounded by mountains and forests. The fortress has smooth ventilation, is not afraid of thick smoke, and has enough underground water and food. I think we can set up a big fire after the orcs gather. Now we have a little more than a day, which is enough to make preparations. Of course, Poison also needs to be administered, but I don’t know what kind of poison the orcs are afraid of. Regardless of how much it is, we still have some poison reserves. Let’s give each of the elf archers from the Green Sea twenty poison arrows. Nearly two It’s a bit difficult to kill 100,000 orcs..."
While the fat man was pondering, Hughes suddenly said: "It's not 200,000, but about 150,000. You see, for some unknown reason, the number of orcs seems to be much less."
Rogge looked over and saw that, sure enough, in the amethyst water dish at the location of the Oracle City, a large piece of the green color representing the orcs suddenly appeared empty.
"What's going on?" Rogge asked with a frown.
"I don't know either, but it's a good thing anyway. Now is not the time to worry about the reasons." Hughes shook his head.
Rogge stared at Hughes and asked slowly: "Old guy, isn't it you who did this again?"
"In the name of Hilo, I definitely didn't do this!" Hughes looked solemn.
Shiloh's name... Okay! Rogge no longer struggled with this issue and just said: "Let's think about it again and see if there is any other way to keep these orcs here forever." "
Hughes smiled slightly and said poison was a good idea. However, the body of the orcs is highly resistant to poison, and our poisons are limited in quantity. Can't kill too many orcs. I've thought of a way, but I don't know if it's feasible. Of course, this is possible only if you do it yourself. "
"Tell me about it!" Rogge immediately became energetic.
After the two people had a secret discussion, Rogge frowned and thought hard for a long time before saying: "It is indeed a bit difficult. But we might as well give it a try."
"We will work together in various ways. In short, we must keep all these damn orcs here! If we let them go, once the winter is over, they will have enough food and it will be even harder to deal with them. In case they rush to you again In the territory. The losses at that time will be huge. I think now is the time for you to ask Mr. *** for help. If it is later, it will be too late." Hughes said with a smile, as if he was all thinking about Rogge. tone.
Rogge stared at Hughes bitterly and snorted. Just as he was about to call for help, a space door suddenly appeared in the air, and a slim figure stepped out of it.
She seemed to have completely not expected that the space door would open in mid-air. When she came out, she stepped on the air and just had time to scream before falling straight towards Rogge.
Rogge pushed back slightly, caught her, held her in his arms, and said with a smile: "Moura, are you always so special in the way you appear?"
Mora broke away from Rogge's arms and returned to her previous holy appearance, smiling slightly. It was only because I was very unfortunate to be the victim of the struggle between two great beings that my appearance became so embarrassing. "
The fat man smiled and understood. How did you come here? "
Mora said: "The great O'Darekh knew that the orcs dared to invade her country, so he sent an oracle and asked me to come and help you defend yourself against the enemy. I miss Miss Androni, Miss Froya and the Death God Ben The master should arrive soon. And the dragon in front of the goddess's car will also come to join the battle."
Rogge was overjoyed and hugged Maura. Maura gently took a step back, just enough to let Rogge's hug go. The fat man was startled for a moment, his face looked a little weird, but he actually stopped and did not make any more attempts to molest Maura.
Also stunned was Weina, who was hiding in the void. The Dragon Soul Battle Spear in her hand had already been raised. As long as Rogge moved forward a little further, he would knock down the tip of Weina's spear and get on it. But the fat man actually stopped just in front of the tip of the gun. If it was a coincidence, it would be too much.
Wella frowned and began to think deeply.
Behind her, Gregory's huge dragon head reached over and said cautiously: "He is really lucky. If he wants to use his true ability to avoid the ambush shot of the most beautiful Master Weina, he may have to It will take another thousand years of practice to achieve it."
Wella was immediately relieved. If Rogge could dodge such a shot, then the fat man's ability would be a bit scary.
The fat man let Maura go and clapped his hands, and Effier came to him like a breeze. She opened her mouth and said: "Master God Envoy, are you looking for me?"
Without waiting for Rogge to answer, she looked around, then frowned and said, "Do you want to sleep with me here? There are too many people watching!"
The faces of everyone around him immediately became very strange. Even Maura couldn't maintain her sacred appearance and was secretly snickering. With the fat man's thick skin, he was a little embarrassed. He coughed and said, "That's not it. Go and find some materials for me. I need these things when I cast the spell."
Eiffel looked around and seemed to realize that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so she said: "Okay, I'll go right now. Come with me when you're done..."
She didn't finish her sentence. The fat man immediately covered his mouth and muffled the second half of his sentence. Rogge looked around with a fierce look in his eyes, so everyone turned their faces to the side.
Just as Rogge was about to say something, he suddenly spotted a figure at the door of the hall from the corner of his eye. His heart jumped suddenly, and he immediately shouted: "Stop!"
The man immediately stood up and turned around slowly. He was dressed in servant attire, and there was no aura of power around him. He turned out to be Constantine. He said calmly: "What are your orders?"
Rogge's eyes became more and more sharp, and he pulled Effier in his arms behind him, not like he was advancing forward. Instead, he slowly took two steps back and distanced himself from Constantine. Then he said: "Your holy power is so pure and powerful, how can I dare to tell you anything? Now, can you tell me, what is your plot behind hiding among the elves?"
Constantine looked slightly surprised. He didn't expect that his disguise would be seen through by Rogge. He looked at Rogge and said calmly: "I just want to help the elves. If I'm not welcome here, I can leave."
Eiffel said: "His name is Constantine, and he has been teaching me sacred magic. What can I say about him... he is a good person, but he is a little annoying."
Rogge said coldly: "His power is so powerful. It is impossible for him to be an unknown person. How could he be so idle and come all the way to teach you sacred spells? He must have another agenda. No, this feeling... this This feeling is very familiar! Let me think about it... Lord Constantine! Are you from the Church of Light? How could a big man like you suddenly appear in the North Kingdom thousands of miles away? And you have to teach an ordinary elf girl how to be sacred. Spells?"
Constantine said calmly: "I really have no ill intentions. If you don't believe it, then I'll leave. Anyway, I have already finished teaching Eiffel what I should have taught her."
"Is it that easy to leave?" Rogge smiled coldly.
It’s easy for Constantine to laugh! "
"Is it really easy?" A cold voice sounded behind Constantine. Upon hearing this clear voice, the smile on the cardinal's face immediately solidified.
At this time, Eiffel whispered a few words in Rogge's ear, and the fat man nodded, with a smile on his face, and said to Constantine: "Dear Cardinal, I now believe that you are sincerely for the elves. Okay. In the future, I will ask you for more advice on Erfeier's sacred spells. I just tried to test your intentions. Don't take it seriously, haha, haha! Look, now that the orcs are gathering, are you willing to help the pure elves? What about resisting the orcs? I was really stupid to ask, you must be willing, come and take the bishop to select equipment."
Just when Constantine was about to say something, Eiffel came to him like a gust of wind. Standing, follow me to choose equipment! "
The cardinal smiled bitterly, and finally followed Eiffel and left the hall. In the void, Wella snorted slightly proudly, and then walked away contentedly amidst Grigory's compliments on her unparalleled power.
After a small interlude, the underground fortress became tense again. All the elves were busy coming in and out, arranging defensive measures according to Rogge's orders. Of course, there was also a small dissonance. Several elven elders from the Green Sea came forward to question Rogge's command qualifications, but the fat man simply imprisoned him.
Although other elves from the Green Sea had different ideas about Fatty's approach, the faint roar of wild beasts on the other side of the post reminded these elves that it was not the time for internal strife, and Elder Hughes also rarely stepped forward to suppress it, and His attitude was very tough and he finally suppressed all his dissatisfaction.
In the afternoon, the orc leaders appeared on the top of another peak again, but now the atmosphere between them was dignified and solemn, as if a terrible storm was brewing. These orcs of different races, who were originally known for their ferocity and bloodthirsty, were trembling with fear at the moment and did not even dare to breathe loudly. Because the mysterious man standing at the front was full of anger, silently watching the orc warriors passing by under the peak.
Compared with the previous day, the team of orc warriors was much thinner. No orc would have thought that the beautiful elven city was also a beautiful death trap. That kind of terrifying and extremely poisonous little insect even scared the mysterious man himself. He caught a few to study, and within a moment he was deeply shocked by the extremely vigorous vitality and fecundity of these insects. The only thing that gave him some comfort was that the fire of life that was too strong could not last long. After these bugs reproduced four or five times, they would die together with their offspring. But even so, there are more than 40,000 elite orc warriors who have created fertile ground for the Oracle City.
Under the mysterious figure's robe, thick black and red mist kept coming out, and there was a hissing sound inside, as if there were many small monsters hidden inside. He looked at the distant sky, seeming to be thinking about something. Finally, he spoke slowly: "Go and prepare the 'natural disaster' ceremony. We must not be careless and withdraw immediately after destroying this group of elves. In any case, now is not the time to provoke the followers of the patron saint among the human race. .”
Early the next morning, the orcs' vanguard had appeared on the mountain ridge opposite the elven underground fortress.
The large group of orc warriors began to advance, rolling down from the mountains, and formed a formation in front of the elven underground fortress. At this time, the elves had built a thick parapet at the exit, and hundreds of elven archers were waiting behind the parapet.
The orc leaders were all standing on the distant mountains, pointing at the peak where the elven underground fortress was located. They were very surprised and didn't understand why the elves, who always hated darkness and moisture, would build a fortress in the heart of the mountain.
The mysterious man took out the crystal plate and looked at it again. Then a yellow-green light flashed in his eyes and shouted: "All the elves are in front of us! Start attacking and prepare for natural disasters!"
Orders were passed to different orc troops one after another. An unusually tall orc looked at the elf behind the parapet, roared suddenly, and pointed his warhammer forward. Two hundred werewolves sounded their trombones, jumped out of the battle formation with extreme swiftness, and rushed toward the elves' position!
The magic long bows in the hands of the elf archers kept flashing, and in the blink of an eye, each archer shot more than three long arrows. No matter how fast the werewolves dodge, they can't avoid such a dense and precise rain of arrows. Following the howl of wolves, each werewolf had several long arrows inserted into its body. It's just that werewolves have tough skin and are covered in well-made plate armor, so the elves' long arrows can only penetrate their bodies for more than ten centimeters at most. This small injury is almost painless for a werewolf who is over two meters tall. The werewolves who had been hit by arrows still jumped as fast as they could. They waved the giant curved-handled axes in their hands and took a long step to reach a distance of four to five meters, quickly closing the distance with the elves.
The orc frontline commander roared again, and a thousand orc warriors holding shields and axes ran forward, following the werewolf forward!
The Battle of Green Sea has proven that well-equipped werewolves are the natural enemies of elven archers. But that's only for the elves of the Green Sea. Now these elf shooters. They all come from the City of Oracles.
A werewolf on the ground was hit by several arrows, and he rushed towards it. His green eyes suddenly became cloudy, and he fell to the ground. Big balls of white foam couldn't help but gush out of his mouth, and his limbs twitched helplessly. All movements stopped in the blink of an eye.
The place where he fell was less than ten meters away from the elven archers.
Behind him, dozens of werewolves fell down one by one, only twitching a few times on the ground. It doesn't move anymore.
The orc warriors who were following the werewolf were shocked when they saw that the werewolf that was more agile and more ferocious than themselves suddenly fell down, and their steps slowed down a little. Just during this hesitation, the elven archers fired two more waves of arrows, and then quickly retreated back to the underground fortress.
After sacrificing hundreds of lives, the orc warriors finally reached the back of the parapet. They looked at the bottomless hole several meters in front of them and couldn't help but froze for a moment. At this time, the roar of the orc frontline commander behind them started again. So these well-disciplined warriors no longer hesitated and rushed into the elves' underground fortress.
The expressions of the orc generals and priests on the mountain changed when they saw that the fierce and elite werewolves and orc warriors would fall down immediately if they were hit by arrows. A troll shaman suddenly roared: Poison! This is a poison more powerful than the saliva of a swamp dart frog! Are they really elves? "
"They are indeed elves!" the mysterious man said slowly: "We orcs can undergo such great changes under the guidance of the Beast God. Naturally, the elves may also undergo some changes. But no matter how they change, they cannot escape destruction. Destiny! Pass my order and prepare to start the natural disaster!"
A long earth beast horn resounded throughout the valley. Hundreds of ferocious troll warriors filed onto the mountain. In the hands of every troll warrior, there is a fully-fledged elf girl. In the biting cold wind, the beautiful bodies of the elf girls had been turned green by the cold, and their lips had completely turned purple-gray. And in their beautiful eyes. Full of shame, shame, anger and fear.
The troll warriors were obviously well-trained. Under the command of several shamans, they pushed the elf girls in their hands to specific directions one by one, and formed a circle around the orc leaders.
The orc generals and priests retreated one after another. Only the mysterious man who had changed into a red robe with gold trim stood in the center of the many elven girls. He closed his eyes and chanted the mantra slowly.
More than ten orc shamans in the periphery also began to chant curses at the same time. Their chanting sounds were like the howls of wild beasts, and the spells were short and powerful. As the shamans' spells were completed one by one, the bodies of the elf girls began to glow with the blood-red light of the curse. They no longer shivered from the cold, the blood temperature around their bodies was rising sharply, and their faces began to show a look of extreme pain. But their necks were tightly held in the hands of the troll warriors behind them, and they could only struggle helplessly.
At the top of the underground fortress, Rogge and Hughes were standing in the wind, looking at the mountains in the distance.
"They seem to be holding some kind of ritual. This magic circle feels very familiar. It should be related to some kind of dark magic. Why are the orcs bringing so many elves here? Is it a blood sacrifice? In that case, the power of this magic ritual should be Not small!" Rogge said slowly as he carefully identified the magic circle built by the orcs on the mountain.
When the fat man saw hundreds of elf girls being placed in the magic circle, his face had already turned livid. He has excellent eyesight and has already seen that these elf girls are quite good in appearance and figure. And judging from the bones and muscles, the talent for practicing martial arts is also a plus. Any elf girl among them would be exchanged for a small amount of wealth if put on the slave market, but these crude orcs seemed to intend to use them as sacrifices for magic rituals. How could the fat man not feel heartbroken? When he thought that these elf girls should have belonged to him, the anger in Rogge's chest burned even more.
Even if you don't use these elves in exchange for wealth, if you train them well, they will become very good shooters. How powerful are a hundred elf archers? Rogge, who has experienced many battles, knows this problem very well. What's more, his elf archers are equipped with poisonous arrows.
"Is it possible to rescue them?" Rogge asked Hughes.
"There are many strong people like us, so it's not impossible." Hughes said slowly: "But if you want to achieve something big, you have to pay a price. Saving them will affect our entire plan. Their blood... will use up enough Orc life to repay the land.”
There was a hint of murderous intent in Hughes' voice. When he saw that only 50,000 of the 200,000 elves in the Green Sea escaped, and when he saw that hundreds of elves were about to become a blood sacrifice in a magic ritual in front of him. The eternal elegance finally revealed a deep anger.
On the opposite mountain ridge, the elf girls suddenly screamed in unison! The sharp claws of the troll warriors had broken open their chests and pulled out their hearts, which had nearly doubled in size due to the curse!
A snow-white girl fell down. Under her snow-like skin, bright red blood flowed out and spread along the dents that had been carved on the ground. The blood of hundreds of elf girls slowly outlined a huge and terrifying magic circle!
The world demon warriors placed their still beating hearts on the backs of the elf girls. The huge hearts were like monsters, with countless blood vessels protruding out. It penetrated deeply into the pale skin of the elf girls.
Dozens of priests and shamans of various races took their respective positions and began chanting different incantations. The mysterious man standing in the center of the magic circle suddenly roared hoarsely and raised his hands upward! So the hundreds of elven girls lying on the ground raised their heads and opened their eyes! Their pupils have turned dark red, as if thick blood is constantly flowing. Following the mysterious man's spell, the elf girls opened their small mouths one by one, and sprayed out thick black mist.
On the peak on the other side of the battlefield, Rogge frowned more and more as he looked. He had no idea that the orcs, who were always known for their crude magic, would actually have a magician who could perform such horrific magic rituals. After observing for a while, Rogge suddenly said: "I know! The ceremony they held is a natural disaster!"
"Natural disaster?" After hearing this, Hughes was silent for a moment. Finally said: "... Then let them complete this ceremony!"
"Perhaps you need some help?" A slightly hoarse sexy voice sounded behind Rogge and Hughes.
The fat man was slightly startled. When he turned around, he saw Adelene, who was wearing a plain black robe, standing behind him at some point. Seeing that it was her, Rogge felt relieved. If Adelene has evil intentions. He should have been plotted against him countless times. The demons and Fatty had a close connection in the past. If Augustus hadn't stopped Elesis, Fatty might have already shown off his talents in the demon world. Although Adelene's origins are unknown, she does not appear to have any malicious intent. And Rogge always felt that she had a very similar aura to Elesis. Therefore, there will be a sense of intimacy inexplicably.
"Adelene! So it's you. If you are willing to help, that would be great. But you don't just want to help me. Tell me, what are the conditions?" the fat man said calmly.
Adelene smiled softly, and her graceful figure was on full display for a moment, but her face looked as plain as water no matter how you looked at it. She said: "Conditions? With your personality, even if you agree to my conditions, won't you regret it? It seems that you have never taken your promise seriously."
"I only do this to people who are hostile. Among my own people, I have always had a good reputation." The fat man said solemnly.
Adelene laughed and said: "Okay, I believe you have a good reputation. If we talk about conditions, then the help I give you this time can be exchanged for your goodwill for future cooperation."
Ge agreed immediately, but he was thinking in his heart how much the casualties of the elves would be reduced if Adelene was included.
Seeing that Rogge agreed immediately, Adelene did not expose the fat man's thoughts. She looked at the mountains opposite and said calmly: "The orcs can actually prepare for natural disasters. It just saves me a lot of trouble."
She danced her hands, weaving more than ten gestures in the air that dazzled Rogge, and a space gate was formed. After the magic light flashed, Milo stepped out of the space door. There was a new giant hammer in his hand, but it was obviously far inferior to the original one. He looked at Rogge coldly and said nothing.
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened. Rogge looked up and saw that there were still thin clouds in the sky, but if the thin clouds were like a layer of gauze, now they were just a layer of iron plate that was completely opaque. Moreover, the thick black with dark red streaks in the clouds continued to spread, covering most of the sky in the blink of an eye.
It was completely dark.
Not long after. The dark sky seemed to be cracked, and streaks of blood-red light began to appear on it. Looking from bottom to top, if there is a huge beast in the sky, its body is already huge enough to cover the entire sky. And those blood-red lines are the wounds on its body.
Waves of crying began to fall from the sky.
Among the blood-red lines in the sky, streaks of thick dark red liquid actually flowed out, like tears and blood!
Finally, a drop of blood fell from the low-hanging strips on the sky. With a snap, it fell onto the open space between the orc army formation and the elven underground fortress. Splattered into countless tiny blood droplets.
No one can tell whether this drop of blood falling from the sky actually exists, but everyone can see that the ground where it fell was quickly dyed into a deep black. This indescribably thick black is still spreading outward as if it is alive. In the center of this black area, dark red blood lines have faintly appeared.
But the orc frontline commander did not notice the strange sight between heaven and earth. He just stared at the deep entrance of the elven underground fortress with his eyes, and kept spraying white air from his nostrils. The breastwork built by the elves had long been demolished by the orcs, revealing the entrance to the high and deep underground fortress behind it. In front of the orc commander. It seemed that the entire mountain peak of the underground fortress had turned into a ferocious beast, and the entrance to the underground fortress was the beast's wide-open mouth.
After the first batch of thousands of orcs entered the underground fortress, they disappeared into the darkness without any response. He sent a second team of a thousand orcs to respond.
The second group of orcs also entered the sea like mud cows. Disappeared as silently as well.
The orc frontline commander waited for a while, and finally decided not to wait any longer. He raised the three-headed flail in his hand high and roared. Move forward! Behind him, thousands of orc warriors trotted and began to rush towards the elven underground fortress!
The orc commander did not notice that he had stepped onto the black ground with blood streaks. He just suddenly felt a feeling of discomfort and weakness under his feet, of course mixed with a little nausea. However, these slight feelings are not suitable for orcs who have always been physically strong. Simply insignificant.
But the orc commander heard the cries again, countless slender, weak, and heartbreaking cries. He immediately recognized that it was the cry of the elves. Ever since he stepped into the Green Sea, he had heard countless elves cry. But this time, the cries of the elves fell like a drizzle in the sky, lingering in his ears.
The orc commander suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger welling up from his heart! He roared up to the sky and rushed into the Elf Fortress. Behind him, thousands of orcs roared as well. Like a swarm of wild bees, they scrambled to squeeze into the elven underground fortress!
In the distance, the orc army's formation was still strict, but the eyes of the soldiers were gradually turning dark red. It became increasingly difficult for them to suppress the agitation in their hearts. Only under the command of the commander could they restrain themselves from rushing towards the elven fortress to kill them all.
On the mountain ridge, the mysterious figure looked up to the sky, still chanting an extremely lengthy mantra. Around him, the blood of the elf girls had drawn a complete huge magic circle. They were already dead, but in the hands of this terrifying warlock, death was just the beginning.
On their naked backs, huge, deformed hearts beat wildly. The snow-white body seemed to be still suffering tremendous pain after death, twisting constantly. And they all raised their heads desperately, looking at the mysterious figure standing in the center of the magic circle, their empty eyes constantly shedding blood and tears, and they kept crying.
The mysterious figure slowly turned around and suddenly roared out the last note of the spell! A ray of blood-red light soared into the sky from his thin body, reaching into the sky!
It was completely dark, and the only thing that illuminated the whole world was the dark red blood light.
The earth was silent for a moment, and the only thing that echoed in the wind was the cries of the elf girls, which were magnified a thousand times!
And the orcs are excited! They roared into the sky involuntarily, their eyes completely filled with blood!
This is a natural disaster, a natural disaster inspired by the blood and souls of hundreds of elf girls!
Under the scope of the natural disaster, all the powers of darkness, chaos, bloodthirsty and even the undead will be increased, while the light and holy power will be suppressed, and all lives belonging to the light and holy camp will continue to be intruded by the curse of natural disasters. . There will be a constant loss of strength and life!
The scope of the natural disaster was so vast that it enveloped the entire elven underground fortress. Although it also affects the discipline of the orcs, what the elves will suffer will be a weakening of strength and vitality, and the magic that the elves are good at will be greatly suppressed, but the curses and bloodthirsty that the orc shamans and priests are good at will be greatly suppressed. Magic will be enhanced.
On a battlefield where hundreds of thousands of warriors are fighting to the death, this will become a factor that determines the success or failure of the battle. What's more, the elves are already at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.
Natural disasters caused by the blood of elves will also have special bonus effects on elves.
A drop of blood fell from the sky and landed on Rogge's face. A small blood flower splashed open. Yi Yao's thick tongue suddenly stretched out, rolled up the blood flower, and then put it back into his mouth.
"So... this is a natural disaster!" Fatty muttered after savoring it for a long time. He spat out a thick mist of blood and then lowered his head, his eyes already turning blood red.
He clenched his fists, and the muscles on his arms were squirming crazily, as if there were countless strange and tiny creatures hidden under his skin.
The fat man looked at the orc warriors under the mountain peak who could no longer suppress the impulse in their chests and began to howl uncontrollably. He said calmly: "It's time to kill..."
Rogge suddenly tore off the clothes on his chest, looked up to the sky, roared wildly, and then took big steps. Jumping down from the top of the mountain. He pounced on the densely packed orc warriors below!
An unusually tall werewolf suddenly felt something was wrong. He immediately raised his head and saw the fat man leaping in mid-air. He opened his mouth wide. I want to call on the troll hunters to throw spears to kill the strangers in the sky.
At this moment, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the werewolf's extremely sensitive ears. Just as he was about to look around and search for the source of the sound of bowstrings in the clearest place, he felt a flash of green light in front of his eyes.
Suddenly, the werewolf felt it clearly. The wind with infinite curse power was passing through his mind! Why did the wind pass through his mind
The werewolf never gets another chance to find the answer to this question. He suddenly fell straight down, and a bloody hole several centimeters in diameter appeared on his forehead.
At this time, the fat man had already fallen into the crowd of orcs with his boundless power. The power of his leap from the peak was so fierce that the two orcs who unfortunately were at his feet were immediately trampled down, and their entire chests were crushed. The fat man's eyes were blood red, and his moves were like lightning. He snatched a giant curved ax from a werewolf's hand, and then hit the ax handle with his backhand, smashing his huge wolf head into pieces. The fat man smiled ferociously, wielded his giant ax, and dismembered several orc warriors around him in the blink of an eye.
A gust of fishy wind suddenly rushed towards Rogge from behind! A six-meter-long two-headed giant lizard knocked away several orc warriors and charged toward Rogge viciously.
The fat man snorted coldly, turned around, took a step forward, and instantly stood between the two heads of the giant lizard! When he raised his hand, there was a two-meter-long blade made of shadow on his fingertips.
The long blade swings out from bottom to top!
Rogge stood on the spot and pointed to the sky, but the long shadow blade disappeared at some point. The pun monitor lizard couldn't stop its momentum and rushed dozens of meters behind the fat man before stopping. As soon as it stood firm, it let out a mournful cry, and its huge body split into pieces and slowly fell to the ground.
Taking advantage of the astonishment of the orcs around him, Fatty quickly finished a short spell, and all objects ten meters around him were dyed with a faint layer of black. The ferocious faces of demons would appear in the sky from time to time, and follow him. As he moves, this barrier will always follow him. Under the natural disaster, this layer of black is almost invisible, but all the orcs who enter this area will be constantly harassed by various curses. In the blink of an eye, dozens of orcs are either confused or confused. Suffering from fear, more orcs were cursed with weakness, and their combat effectiveness plummeted.
The fat man raised his head, looked at the mysterious man on the mountain, and smiled evilly. The mysterious man was also looking at him, his yellow and green eyes full of anger, and even his body couldn't help but tremble under the anger. The fat man recognized the natural disaster, and the mysterious figure also recognized the magic that Rogge cast at this moment, the dark barrier. The dark enchantment will continuously attack the victims within its range with the power of darkness. The orc warriors have good magic resistance. But it seems extremely weak when fighting against magic such as curses.
Under the natural disaster, all dark magic has been greatly strengthened.
Rogge raised his hand and pointed at the mysterious man, the blood in his eyes faded, silver light appeared, and he smiled and said: "You are mine!"
This plain sentence mysteriously spanned the distance of a thousand meters, and sounded equally plain in the mysterious man's ears, as if Rogge said it right next to him.
After saying this, the fat man suddenly reached out and grabbed a troll beside him. Under his brute force. All the bones in the troll's body were groaning, and he was actually pulled down by Roger and bent down, stretching his neck in front of the fat man. An invisible air blade passed through the troll's neck, and a large stream of blood arrows marked it! Rogge opened his mouth and swallowed several mouthfuls of the troll's blood, his eyes filled with blood again.
He is furious!
The fat man raised his head to the sky and let out a trombone sound. With a force of his hands, he actually tore the troll's head off from his body! Under his raging rage. The power of the dark enchantment is doubled.
Rogge's figure gradually became blurred, and his position became erratic. He slaughtered orcs of different races along the way and began to attack the hills!
"Those who have entered the realm of the gods must lose all mortal emotions; those who are about to become gods must first abandon all emotions. This is the key to opening the realm of gods." It says on the second page of the Book of Hero.
Rogge knew that the quickest way to abandon all emotions was to first experience all kinds of extreme emotional changes.
Only through the world of mortals. Only then can the lead and beauty be washed away.
At this moment, the orc commander who invaded the elven underground fortress finally came to the end of a long and wide corridor after crossing countless corridors and turning many corners, and saw his first enemy. A charming female magician. But he was filled with rage and couldn't appreciate this beauty. He just wanted to tear the delicate thing in front of him into pieces.
The sudden roar of the beast echoed in the long corridor. The beast commander took the lead alone, followed by hundreds of elite orc warriors, roaring and rushing towards the beautiful female magician. The orc vanguard commander only saw the pair of green eyes, but not the rapidly expanding fire in front of her hands.
The next moment, indescribable magical flames filled the entire corridor! These magical flames are almost colorless and transparent, but the temperature is surprisingly high, and the aura contained within them is very unique, and they are not suppressed by natural disasters at all!
This is a flame from an alien plane that can only be induced by gaining magic power through plane meditation.
When the orc vanguard commander ran ten meters in the flames, his armor was already red, his green skin began to scorch, and blisters bulged under the scorch. When he ran twenty meters away, he suddenly howled and spit out a huge fireball from his mouth! He ran another ten meters before falling down and turning his whole body into a huge torch!
Except for him, none of the hundreds of orc warriors in the corridor could rush past the distance of 20 meters.
Froya's face turned pale for a moment, and she fell back weakly. A pair of delicate hands stretched out and supported her.
Mora smiled softly in Froya's ear. It's my business. You can go and rest. The goddess said, let me take good care of you! "
After saying that, without moving, Maura floated towards the corridor that was still burning with magic flames. There seemed to be a world of ice around her, and wherever she passed, the demonic flames immediately went out. Hundreds of well-armed elven warriors poured out from the corridors on both sides, crossed Mora, and killed the orc warriors on the opposite side! They were shining with a faint divine radiance. This light was faint and persistent. It seemed weak, but it was able to suppress the power of natural disasters!
Outside the underground fortress, the sound of a bowstring suddenly sounded again on the battlefield. Only this time, the sound of the strings lasted for a long time and did not echo among the peaks.
In response to this string sound, a beautiful green light lit up on the top of the mountain. That was the light of the Elf King's bow!
Hughes flew long, and the Elf King's bow bloomed with dazzling light in his hands. And his right hand had turned into a phantom. In an instant, countless magic arrows poured down from the bow of the Elf King, like a waterfall of gorgeous meteor showers, piercing the darkness of the natural disaster and falling towards the blockage. Orc warriors on the corridor.
Large swaths of orcs fell silently, and each victim had a bloody hole several minutes wide on his forehead! As if by a miracle, a clearing was suddenly cleared at the exit of the underground fortress. next moment. Countless elven warriors swarmed out of Mora, who was as if he had emerged from the dust.
Milo's eyes turned purple and he just stared at Hughes. He couldn't understand for a moment. Every time Hughes shot an arrow, he used a power close to the holy realm. However, he shot more than hundreds of arrows, and the power used in each arrow was exactly the same!
Adelene suddenly smiled and said to Milo: "Don't just look at it, we have to fulfill our contract! Before the natural disaster is over, hurry up and take action! The last time we cooperated was a hundred years ago Alright?"
next moment. Her figure has appeared in the crowd of orcs that are as dense as ants. It's just that Adelene didn't cast the terrifying destructive magic. She reached forward with her right foot, slightly, and started dancing!
All the orc warriors within a few dozen meters of Adelene suddenly went crazy, completely forgetting to kill the enemy, but followed her movements and danced one after another!
Adelene danced with unparalleled grace as she walked among countless tall and ferocious orcs. It seems that the world shrouded in natural disasters is also full of vitality because of her dancing!
It's just that she doesn't just dance. With the countless graceful gestures of her delicate hands, all kinds of strange curses that have been fully strengthened by natural disasters are thrown at the surrounding orcs like a violent storm!
She danced swaying all the way in front, while Milo, who was surrounded by purple and black demonic ice flames, followed her gracefully. Swinging the giant hammer in his hand. Smash all the orc warriors who did not dance with Adelene into pieces. This battle was indescribably easy for him.
Those dancing orcs, this dance will never end. Until the end of their lives.
On the other side of the battlefield, it's another extreme. As soon as Mora waved her hand, countless powerful ice picks poured out, and the power of the spell she cast seemed to be completely unaffected by natural disasters. Occasionally she would slightly open her lips. Blow out a piece of ice breath containing endless chill! This ice breath affects a very wide area. Although the lethality is not very high, the movements of the orc warriors within the range of the ice breath will become extremely slow. Facing the extremely agile elf warriors, it can be said that they are almost helpless. At this moment, there are nearly 10,000 elf warriors following Mora!
This is not all of the orc Yan Meng, the sharp blade hidden in the darkness is truly deadly.
In the dark corners of the battlefield, there will always be a water-blue brilliance or a five-color halo flashing through. After every brilliance, many orc warriors will always fall down inexplicably.
The mysterious man on the mountain had turned from anger to rage, from rage to shock.
He really couldn't figure out why there were so many tyrannical beings among the already dying elves. Moreover, the always pure elf would actually collude with a being with powerful dark power. This was absolutely beyond his imagination. The natural disaster that was originally used to deal with the elves has instead become a weapon in the hands of these powerful dark beings. What shocked him even more was that many elves began to cast curses during natural disasters, and each curse was both destructive and vicious, no less powerful than a dark mage!
No matter how you look at it, these elf mages are not dark elves!
He suddenly felt that the world seemed to have become incomprehensible. Of course he didn't know that these were elf mages who had followed Rogge for a long time.
All he could do was to crazily activate the natural disaster array and continuously drop curses on the heads of the elves. But every time he activated a curse, those extremely fierce beings on the other side would cast several times more curses on the orc warriors. The main point of the struggle between the two sides has been all focused on how to weaken the other side's warriors. However, although the power of the elves has been weakened by natural disasters, the extent of the weakening is surprisingly small. The orc warriors are different. Once they are cursed by natural disasters, their combat power will be reduced by at least half.
In this great showdown of curses, the loser turned out to be the chaotic, bloodthirsty, dark material orcs, the one who caused the natural disaster! If the curse of the mysterious man is like a torrent, then the curse counterattacked by the elves is like a tsunami!
The earth suddenly trembled, and amid the rumbling and roaring sounds, like dragons and demons, the orc war beasts known as the servants of the beast god rushed into the valley, roaring and charging towards the elves. But the black curtain in the sky suddenly tore open a big hole, and a large swath of sunlight poured down. Accompanied by the sunshine, there were bursts of dragon roars. Two giant dragons came out of the sky and pounced on the orc war beasts one after another.
In the great void, Wella sat on the Dragon Soul Battle Spear, watching the two sides fighting with each other risking their lives, and suddenly felt very bored.
At this moment, the mysterious man is already independent in the center of the natural disaster array. Seeing that the battle situation was not going well, the orc generals around him had already rushed down the mountain and personally led the orcs to fight the elves. All the orc warriors who were close to the elves were greatly reduced in combat power. They could only rely on the accumulation of countless corpses to exchange for an elf's life.
The mysterious man cast another curse, and suddenly his heart moved. Where did the fat man who was the first to jump off the mountain and kill countless people go
The answer came immediately.
A sharp blade made of shadow quietly passed through his neck.
"If you have Achilles' ability, then I will admit it!" The fat man looked at the head rolling on the ground and sneered. Before the hundreds of troll warriors guarding him realized something was wrong and came to attack him, the fat man had already lifted up the mysterious man's head, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.
The cracks in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, and large swaths of sunlight passed through the darkness and fell on the battlefield littered with corpses.
The natural disaster of losing the presiding mage is coming to an end.
"Is the natural disaster about to end?" All the powerful men on the Elf side looked up at the sky and thought to themselves.
The elves retreated into the underground fortress like a tide, and the strong men also fought back from the orcs. In the center of the battlefield, two giant dragons had torn the beast god's attack into pieces. They looked around, trying to find the next victim. Suddenly, they seemed to have received a call from somewhere, and soared into the sky.
The natural disaster ended, and the war came to an end due to the active retreat of the elves.
The orcs who lost their leader were at a loss for a moment, but they still numbered more than 100,000, and according to convention, their power was much stronger than that of the elves. Therefore, they still chose to camp and block the exit of the elven underground fortress. Whether to fight or retreat would have to wait until the priests consulted with the high priest Ogenheile for instructions.
But that night, countless orc warriors suddenly became weak and developed high fevers. They suffered from vomiting and diarrhea and had no rest all night. By dawn, thousands of orc warriors died of the torture. The orc generals and priests were shocked and angry. They had no choice but to retreat to the central mountains first.
"We haven't killed enough!" In the underground fortress, Rogge said bitterly while inspecting the injured elves with Hughes. In any case, the loss of 150,000 elves in Green Sea was beyond the limit of what he could tolerate.
"Why do you have to worry?" Hughes smiled and comforted Rogge: "These orcs will not die. There will definitely be quite a few orc warriors who have survived the disease. But the seeds still exist in their bodies. They will replace them. We brought the plague back to the Orc Empire." (Quanben Novel Website www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)