Volume Two The Fallen Light Chapter 125 Blood Sacrifice (Part 1)
The Far North, north of the Kansas prairie, is the empire of the gray dwarves.
At this moment, the gray dwarf imperial capital is in a carnival from top to bottom, because not long ago they just repelled the attack from the Kansas grassland orc empire.
In the war with the Orc Empire, the gray dwarves have been retreating steadily and have never achieved any decent results.
Even though the gray dwarves possessed superb casting techniques and mechanical skills, they were still defeated in the face of the endless orc army.
After all, the gray dwarf population is too small. The entire empire only has a population of about 800,000.
All the southern territory of the Far North has been lost, and the gray dwarves' effective forces and most of the remaining armies have fled into the imperial capital, the Eight Peaks Mountain.
But not long ago, taking advantage of the geographical advantage that the imperial capital was built in the Eight Peaks Mountains and was easy to defend and difficult to attack, the gray dwarves, under the leadership of the dwarf king Mag. Bronzebeard, repelled five attacks by the orc army, forcing an unstoppable force along the way.
The orc army was frustrated and retreated.
So, under the leadership of the Dwarf King, almost all the dwarves in the imperial capital drank fine wine and reveled to their heart's content.
Gray dwarves are such a race. They are always optimistic and they always live a life of drinking now and getting drunk the next. What's more, they are extremely confident in their impregnable imperial capital built in the mountains.
But within a few days of the calm days for the gray dwarves, the orc army came back with several times the number. This played into the plans of the dwarf king Mag Bronzebeard.
This time, nearly 200,000 orcs came, and their arrogance was naturally very different from before.
The orc army now chose a slightly higher hill to log wood and camp outside the gray dwarf imperial capital. This time the orcs actually brought thousands of wargs!
They were still as cruel and vicious as ever. As soon as they approached the imperial capital, they sent out a large number of men to search for the gray dwarves. The gray dwarves did not expect that the orcs would move so quickly, and all the gray dwarves stationed on guard outside the royal capital were killed.
Gray Dwarf King Mag Bronzebeard tapped the armrest of the throne excitedly. The spy had brought back the information he needed, and a dwarf wizard was reporting the information to him.
The dozen or so dwarves sitting in the meeting hall of the gray dwarf king are all high priests, generals and other important roles in the gray dwarf kingdom.
The majestic voice of the gray dwarf king sounded: "This time, we will teach these invading orcs a severe lesson. We will mobilize the most elite warriors to completely bury all the orcs on this ice sheet. Go and inform the soldiers to do this.
Get ready! Mobilize the miners and open a passage to the back of the orc army's camp!"
The gray dwarf king's order aroused the approval of other gray dwarves, and the order was passed down.
Gray dwarves, like the high elves who once ruled the continent, have an inexplicable sense of pride and look down on any other race, let alone orcs, a race that they consider extremely inferior.
Although the gray dwarves themselves were defeated by the high elves thousands of years ago, they fled like a lost dog to the far north, a place where the high elves did not want to set foot.
Now, the Gray Dwarf Empire, which had regained its strength a little, was attacked by the rising Orc Empire.
Although they lost more than they won, the gray dwarves still looked down upon the lowly orcs who defeated them.
The situation of the gray dwarves is just like the ancient proverb in Toril:
Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is!
As the most miserable race in the continent of Toril, the orcs possess intelligence, although compared with elves, dwarves and humans, most of them are not very intelligent. But this does not prevent the orcs from producing some highly intelligent characters.
The simple gaze of the orc leader 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, have strong vitality, 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 wild beast and the ubiquitous ice water are all the supplies to support a strong orc warrior.
Of course, the shamans, doctors, and those with tyrannical force who are at the top of the entire orc society enjoy much better treatment. But this is only compared to other orcs.
In history, the orcs once formed their own great empire, but they were unlucky at that time and happened to run into the High Elf Empire which was at its most powerful period. At that time, the High Elf Empire had the most powerful Elf King in history.
—Asu Yan.
With the expansion of the High Elf Empire, the Orc Empire was expelled all the way to the north, and was constantly invaded by humans and other races along the way. Finally, only ten of them came to the Kansas grasslands in the north.
The orcs rely on their adaptability to the environment and strong reproductive capacity to survive in the form of tribes on the grasslands.
They are excellent warriors, but their shortcomings are also outstanding. They have crude equipment, do not understand strategy, and have no discipline. More importantly, the magic level of the orcs is still in the primitive era, and only shamans and other spellcasting professions lack direct damage spells.
A great magician of any race is enough to serve as the high priest of an orc empire.
At this moment, the orcs are heading north to invade the gray dwarf empire, precisely to solve the problem of the orcs' lack of sophisticated equipment.
If the gray dwarf smelting and forging technology can be obtained and a large number of gray dwarf slaves can be used, the strength of the orc empire will undoubtedly reach a higher level and truly pose a major threat to mankind.
The next day, groups of orc warriors walked out of the camp like a torrent of dark green steel. At a glance, they looked like a green ocean.
Behind the regular orc troops were a large group of sub-dragons bred by the Dragonmaw clan, as many as a hundred in number.
Their eyes were red, staring at the orc warriors around them, and from time to time they blew out steaming white air from their nostrils.
Occasionally, a dragon roars at the surrounding orc warriors, which will cause the other dragons to roar in response.
If the dragon tamers of the Dragonmaw clan who control these dragons hadn't tried their best to restrain them, they might have pounced on the surrounding orcs.
Under the threat of a large group of dragons, there was a small commotion among the well-disciplined orc warriors.
The large group of orc warriors began to advance, rolling down the mountains, and formed a formation in front of the gray dwarf mountain fortress.
At this time, the gray dwarves were already waiting in formation on the Eight Peaks Mountain of the Imperial Capital.
At this time, an orc shaman dressed in black robes walked out of the orc army, followed by dozens of ferocious-looking shamans.
The leading orc shaman took out a white bone scepter, looked at it again, then a yellow-green light flashed in his eyes, and shouted: "All the gray dwarves are in front of us, preparing to sacrifice!"
A long horn sound resounded across the ice field, and hundreds of ferocious orc warriors filed onto the mountain.
In the hand of each troll warrior, there is a captured naked gray dwarf.
In the biting cold wind, the gray dwarf's body had turned blue from the cold, and his lips had completely turned purple-gray.
The orc warriors were obviously well-trained. Under the command of several shamans, they pushed the gray dwarves in their hands to a specific position one by one, and formed a circle around the leading shaman.
The orc warlords retreated one after another, and only the shaman leader, who had changed into a red robe with gold trim, stood in the center of the many gray dwarf prisoners of war.
He closed his eyes and chanted the mantra slowly.
Dozens of orc shamans in the periphery also started chanting curses at the same time. Their chanting sounds were like the howls of wild beasts, but the spells were short and powerful.
As the shaman's spells were completed one by one, the bodies of the gray dwarf prisoners began to glow with a cursed blood-red light.
They no longer shivered from the cold, the blood temperature all over their bodies was rising sharply, and their faces began to show a look of extreme pain. However, their necks were tightly held in the hands of the orc warriors behind them, and they could only struggle helplessly.
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At the top of the Gray Dwarf Imperial Capital Eight Peaks Mountain, Mag. Bronzebeard and the Gray Dwarf High Priest were standing in the wind, looking at the orc position not far away.
"They seem to be performing some kind of ceremony. This magic circle feels very familiar, and it should be related to some kind of dark magic. Hey, why are these orcs bringing so many of our compatriots here? Are they asking for a blood sacrifice? In that case,
This magic ritual should be quite powerful!"
The gray dwarf high priest carefully identified the magic circle built by the orcs, and said sadly.