The cold wind is biting, and the prophet-green-eyed Quinco is staring at the dark horizon in front of him.
Behind it, there are dozens of orcs decorated like it.
They are all wearing white battle robes.
This is the standard clothing that symbolizes the orc prophet.
When this population is in danger of overturning, that's when they appear.
After nightfall, the icy wind howled across the plains.
It made their not-so-thick shirts rustle.
The warg below also stared coldly at the dark night sky with his blue eyes open, like a statue.
The atmosphere was solemn and solemn.
All the orcs who discovered this scene bowed and avoided it.
They know that a fierce battle is inevitable.
They came here for the fate of the orcs.
Regardless of good or evil, all orcs show the same respect.
Of course, orcs from different camps must have different views on this.
For the orcs in the evil camp, this is a much-desired good thing.
For the filthy existence that lives in darkness, sacrifice is a word full of irony and benefit.
The fate of the orcs?
Old guys always think they are right...
And just when this chilling atmosphere gradually reached a certain freezing point.
An orc poked his head out from the deep hood:
"Boss, do we really want to fight with that big guy?"
It doesn't look much different from the orc next to it.
Except for the warg underneath it, whose eyes look more "pure"...
The orc's speech did not receive any response.
Except for the whimpering wind, there was silence all around.
The orc who spoke smiled and then retracted his head into his hood.
There is no doubt that it is a comprehensive player.
For it, these so-called sacred epics of prophets have no sense of historical or racial heaviness.
It grew up in another world where races were integrated.
Orcs, humans?
There is really not much that can be brought out that is new and fresh about the cliched racial differences.
Naturally, it won't give it too much sense of identity.
It was holding the resurrection stone that it had previously prostituted a warlock.
Prepare to engage in a wave of highly difficult epic confrontation missions before it expires.
Epic confrontation mission!
To be honest, this is the first time this orc player has seen this level of confrontation mission.
It’s so outrageous. Is there even an epic difficulty in the confrontation mission?
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Of course, if there is no resurrection stone, the orc players will definitely not pick it up.
As we all know, easy and epic difficulty have always been the least controversial.
Anyway, the orc players chose to join this epic confrontation mission with the idea of using the remaining value of the resurrection stone.
Judging from the intelligence received so far, the mission rating seems to be somewhat conservative...
Look at the image of the Titan that appears on your retina.
He felt that the price of this thing would not be too low if it appeared on the legendary battlefield.
At least, it must be a tough elite template.
And here?
The template for World Boss is probably nothing more than this.
So, is this good luck or bad luck?
For a while, the orc players found it difficult to grasp.
But it doesn’t matter, I signed up anyway.
The orc players, who were ignored, huddled in their hoods and browsed the multiverse player exchange forum for a while.
Just when he was using his mind to discuss with some guys in vain.
While appreciating the postures and appearance of the half-deer man and the centaur man, he suddenly felt a change in the atmosphere around him.
As a result, its gaze intertwined in the void began to shrink.
The next moment, the orc players saw the fire on the horizon and the terrifying giant that looked like a moving mountain.
Open wave ss?
It looked at the orcs around it with its eyes.
But no one responded to its gaze and inquiry.
Orc players glanced at the validity period of the Resurrection Stone.
No, I can't wait any longer...
"For the fate of the orcs!"
It shouted, then rode out on the wolf.
The howling wind was left behind by it.
But just halfway through, it suddenly stopped and put away its mount.
There are no resurrection stones for wargs, so it would be very distressing if a rare-quality mount dies...
Then, it started singing.
The next moment, electric light shot out.
With its dazzling and bright firelight, it dispelled the darkness of the long night.
Then it fell on the giant and suddenly exploded.
It turned into dots, like a salute.
The orc player's attack attracted the opponent's attention.
Seeing the opponent's eyes exuding endless fire, the orc player felt his whole body tense up.
Then, the other party looked away.
It ignored...
The orc players want to add another blow to increase the hatred.
But some strong premonition of danger prevented it from singing.
It always feels that if it does it, the situation may be unexpectedly bad...
Perhaps the reckless charge of the orc players inspired some of the will of the orc prophets.
They were a little restless.
The prophet-green-eyed Quinco was not in a hurry.
Quite unexpectedly, it glanced at the orc player who originally thought it was just making up the numbers.
The other party showed courage that was unexpected but in line with the orc's character.
But everything is still under plan...
Then, it slowly took out the scepter that exuded an ancient aura from its battle robe.
The orcs around them all lowered their heads.
This is a nod to a certain golden age of orcs.
At that time, the orcs were the most proud race in the world.
Their will and tribes are spread all over the mountains and grasslands.
It was not until later that the division of the orc pantheon led to the decline of this great civilization.
"Now, it is time to correct the old chief's wrong decision."
Prophet-Green Eyed Quinco said slowly.
Then, the mana in its body began to surge.
The orcs around them took action one after another.
Not long after, violent mana fluctuations came from the void.
This caught the giant's attention.
Its eyes, twinkling with bright fire like stars, stared at the area where the Prophet-Green Eyes-Quinco and others were.
In an instant, there was an indescribable invisible aura.
Like a dull hammer, it hit the chests of the orcs in this area of all areas.
It seemed that he did not sense any malice, and the giant did not directly attack.
It looked with interest at these mysterious old orcs who could no longer maintain their presence amidst the violent magic particles.
The next moment, the spell took shape.
But nothing seemed to have changed around him.
"Great Titan, I know you have come to pour out your wrath against evil."
"We have no intention of tampering with your access."
"I just provide you with some new options..."
The prophet-green-eyed Quinko stared at the giant and said.
Within the city wall belonging to a certain orc king's city, a two-way teleportation spell anchor point is emitting a faint light...
On the other side, an orc player who witnessed the entire incident fell into deep thought.
No wonder no one paid attention to it, it turned out that they were prepared to do this "for the fate of the orcs"...
This chapter has been completed!