"Is this the fourth natural disaster created by Soth through the mind flayer mastermind and psychic technology? They are really an interesting group of guys..."
The Elf Lord stood at the entrance to the interdimensional portal, with a very curious expression on his face.
In fact, this is not the first time Corellon has observed these outsiders.
As early as Zuo Si summoned these guys in large numbers to the north of Faerun to start a battle with thousands of monster coalition forces, he had already noticed the other party's completely different mental state and complete lack of fear of death.
Fierce fighting style.
But at that time, like other gods, they all thought that these people dressed as adventurers or mercenaries should be helpers summoned by Zuo Si from other time and space, and they were not aware of the true secret hidden behind them.
But now that he has figured out the truth, Corellon is finally able to observe from another perspective and understand the thinking logic of this special group.
In fact, he didn't even need to deliberately distinguish, he could immediately detect whether an orc or half-orc was a local or a player.
Because the mental outlook and temperament of the two are really very different.
Although the local orcs have undergone some different changes under the influence of Thrall's elements and shaman trade, the savagery, ignorance, stupidity and worship of the strong in their hearts cannot be completely eliminated without going through two generations.
In contrast, players feel significantly more civilized, and exude an atmosphere of equality and freedom from head to toe.
This is absolutely impossible for all mortals in the entire Faerûn continent to have.
Because even if factors such as social class, power, wealth, etc. are excluded, the gap between professional level and individual strength alone will lead to inequality between people.
Not to mention the instinctive awe of gods, demons, demons, angels and other powerful beings.
Only by treating the entire world as a false game can we truly achieve transcendence from the root.
This is also the reason why countless people are addicted to the virtual game world.
Since we often encounter too many problems such as exploitation, injustice, oppression, and bullying in real society, people will look for ways to escape anger, pain, and despair through their instinctive self-protection mechanism.
The virtual world in the game happens to be a perfect spiritual refuge.
Here, they can experience a completely different life and appreciate the scenery and happiness that they can never experience in the real world.
The most important thing is that everyone here is relatively fair and has only one identity, that is, the player.
No one can win at the starting line from birth. Characters always start from the lowest level when they are created, and gradually become stronger through their own efforts.
Everyone can choose the game method according to their own preferences and find like-minded friends and partners. There is no need to consider the complex emotions and interest relationships in the real world, and all words and deeds can become very pure.
Even if you offend the so-called "big shots" in the game and get mobbed, the worst case scenario is to simply give up and change to a new game, or delete the original character and create a new one.
There is no need to worry about offending a powerful person in the real world and being punished so that your family will be broken up, your wife will be separated, and you may even lose your life.
Therefore, the vast majority of player groups hope that the virtual game world can remain as "fair" as possible so that every effort they make can receive the rewards they deserve.
Any behavior or change that attempts to undermine this fair mechanism, whether it is those studios that destroy the game experience like locusts, or the so-called "prop charging model" that directly tramples fairness under their feet just to pursue profits, the final result will inevitably be
As a result, its life cycle is greatly shortened, and it dies suddenly in just one or two years or even a few months.
However, Zuo Si obviously did not create the fourth natural disaster for profit, but to create a force with strong subjective initiative to serve his own plans when needed.
Moreover, what the player obtains is equivalent to his own, so naturally he will not go out and fish for it when he is full.
The freedom and equality that Corellon felt were the fruits of this good environment.
In particular, the players' natural "fun people" mentality of being positive and optimistic, and not taking too much trouble to watch the excitement, is obviously in line with his expectations for the ideal society of elves.
After all, most of the entire elven pantheon tends to be chaotic and good.
The biggest characteristic of the chaotic kind is that they like to live an unfettered and free life and often make some mischief.
The fairy dragon is the best example in this regard.
Almost all adventurers who have been in the forest for a long time will encounter the teasing of this miniature dragon.
At this moment, Corellon saw several players gathering together to play cockfighting in a very boring way not far away.
Moreover, through a card-drawing rule, the wizards and priests nearby can bless the two chickens with various arcane or divine spells to add surprise and interest.
In less than ten minutes, six chickens died.
Of course, these dead chickens will not be wasted. They will be immediately sent to the kitchen to be made into fragrant dishes for guests to enjoy.
Watching chickens killing each other while eating the meat from the corpses of the defeated is really a bit too hellish for the chickens.
In addition to cockfighting, there are also sheep fighting, bullfighting, and even slaves such as goblins and jackals are thrown into the arena and let them perform cruel elimination games according to the rules.
Many local orcs saw this unique sight for the first time and were immediately attracted by the creativity of these "compatriots".
Countless people were immersed in the hoarse roaring and shouting, and unknowingly lost all the valuable things they had.
There is no doubt that all this is a trap set up by the players together, in order to sweep away the valuable things on these local orcs, as well as the magic items that they themselves cannot identify at all.
You must know that in gambling and gambling, losing is not terrible. What is truly terrible is winning.
When a person starts to win money and experiences the addictive joy from it, he will soon become deeply involved and become a gambling dog without any bottom line.
Obviously, the arrival of these guys has turned this originally simple prairie city into a smoky mess.
Inspired by them, the local orcs quickly learned all kinds of deception and deception techniques from the civilized world, and countless disputes and troubles emerged one after another.
"Great Chief, you have to find a way to control it. If we let them continue to make trouble like this, our soldiers will never have the heart to fight."
A rather young orc shaman reminded him with a worried look.
The corner of Sal's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably: "Ignore it.
According to the spies' reports, the enemy's army is very close to us.
A war might break out within a few hours.
When the fight starts, they won't have the energy to think about these messy things."
"Oh? Are the orc gods already planning to attack us?"
A hint of unnoticeable nervousness flashed in the shaman's eyes.
After all, Gruumsh has ruled the spiritual world of the orcs for so long that no one will remember whether he created the orc race or whether the orc race made him what he is.
But one thing is certain, that is, this chaotic and evil god will never sit back and watch the birth of an orc god that is completely out of his control.
Sal nodded with a serious expression: "Well, yes. Several armies ranging from ten to twenty thousand to sixty to seventy thousand have appeared on the Rongma Grassland. They are all obviously aimed at us."
"So it's going to be a tough battle waiting for us?"
The shaman raised his head and cast his gaze at the city wall in the distance that was being expanded and reinforced.
Due to the early warning, they not only reduced their strength in advance, but also began to build fortifications day and night.
Especially after the players arrived, not only did the project progress rapidly, but many death traps such as urns, bastions, slopes, and tunnels were also built. The underground was also dug in all directions. When necessary, you can sneak into the enemy's back through the tunnels to launch a sneak attack.
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Some old men who were majoring in civil engineering even became full-time contractors, leading their teammates and indigenous orcs to work hard and sweat like rain.
Occasionally, you can see professional officers from the Warhammer universe instructing everyone on the essentials and precautions for building fortifications.
Therefore, although the construction time is not long, with the help of professionals and magic, Illingur has already become a terrifying meat grinder and war fortress.
Not to mention a war in the cold weapons era, even if it enters the hot weapons era, without heavy artillery clusters and massive aerial bombings, you can't easily win it.
Just when Sal wanted to say something, the clock tower located in the center of the city immediately made a jingling sound.
This sound seemed to have some kind of magic power, and it immediately made the crowd who were eating, drinking and having fun a second ago put down what they were busy doing, put on their armor as quickly as possible and rushed towards the city wall.
You don't need to ask to know that the sound of the bell is an alarm for the enemy to attack.
In fact, most cities in Faerun will have one or several similar clock towers.
The only duty of the soldiers stationed above 24 hours a day is to detect the enemy in advance and ring the bell to sound the alarm.
"Quick! Light the fire! Heat the oil!"
"Arrows! We need more arrows here!"
"Move more rocks and wood. The wall on the side is obviously the shortest. The enemy will definitely try to climb from this side."
"Trebuchets and ballistae obey my orders! They are not allowed to fire without permission!"
"Where's the gunpowder? Where's the smoky gunpowder we bought from the West Coast Empire at a huge price? Bring it all up! The musketeers hurry up and fill it up!"
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As a large number of orders were conveyed in an orderly manner, the city that originally seemed chaotic quickly became busy and orderly.
Thrall, who had just arrived at the city wall, was surprised to find that his most troublesome problem of command and organization and coordination had been easily solved with the help of the players.
In particular, many of the teams were originally from the military and had participated in numerous large-scale wars, thus accumulating rich experience. They easily incorporated the local orcs who had no idea what to do into the command system without any effort.
Accurate!
fast!
Efficient!
It was even the first time that he saw with his own eyes that an army composed of orcs could operate as efficiently as a war machine.
Even the panic among the soldiers at the bottom is gradually fading.
Because anyone who is not blind can feel his own power.
At least it is many times stronger than those similar people outside the city wall who are in chaos and have no formation at all.
"Has it finally begun? Let me see what kind of miracles Soth's fourth natural disaster can create."
Corellon, who controlled a cloned orc body, picked up a longbow of decent quality from the ground, stood with other crossbowmen and prepared for the battle.
Although his current real level is not even LV1, the skills and combat experience are still there in his mind.
When Gruumsh's followers began to attack the city wall and enter the shooting range, the ballistae and catapults took the lead in showing off their power.
Accompanied by the creaking sound of wood, a large number of stones, thick crossbow bolts and ignited explosive barrels, the oil tank rose into the air and hit the enemy directly on the head.
Often seven or eight or more orcs can be killed in one blow.
The violent explosions and fire made the half-dead unfortunates scream in pain, begging their companions to give them a good time.
"Charge! Charge up! Kill all these traitors who dare to betray the teachings of the great orc gods! Pile their corpses into a mountain!"
"Sacrifice! Gruumsh needs a sacrifice of blood and soul! Kill all the living creatures in this city!"
"No force can stop our devastating offensive!"
"Don't be afraid! As long as we rush to the bottom of the city wall, those slingers, ballistae and crossbows won't be able to hit us."
"Be careful with battering rams and siege engines! Don't get smashed!"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Orc chiefs and voters from different tribes and even different planes shouted loudly to command their armies.
From those siege engines made entirely of animal skins and wood, it is easy to see that they are not the most primitive small tribe living in the mountains and old forests, but a large tribe with a certain number of craftsmen and knowledge inheritance.
These utensils were made by cutting down trees from the south of Iringur near the Galena Mountains.
Although the reliability is very poor, some break down before they are pushed halfway, but the advantage of quantity solves the problem of poor quality.
There was even a large crane-type trebuchet at the rear that was constantly throwing huge rocks at the city wall.
Each piece, under the dual blessing of its own mass and gravity acceleration, can smash more than a dozen people into pulp on the spot with one blow.
Even hitting a thickened city wall will leave a deep dent.
If it falls within the city, it will directly level a building.
Fortunately, this kind of super-heavy trebuchet has very high requirements for the material of wood, so there are not many of them. Some of them break into two sections when the boom is thrown, so the overall threat is not great.
At least until all the players are completely dead and the entire command system collapses, there is no need to worry too much about morale.
After all, emotions are contagious.
When the officers at the top of an army begin to fear life and death, the soldiers below will naturally follow suit and become very timid.
But if the officers above take the lead in charging every time, stand in front of the enemy's fierce long-range weapon attacks, talk and laugh, and even occasionally make two dirty jokes to relieve tension, then the soldiers will naturally become extremely brave and fearless.
And the player group that supports the entire city's command system happens to be all such people.
Not only did they have no intention of hiding, but they took the lead on the front line, killing the enemies who first broke into the attack radius with a crushing attitude.
Many orc warriors were killed by various magic arrows, enchanted bullets, and long-range spells before they even understood what was happening.
The first wave of two to three thousand people who poured in fell on the path of the charge without even a splash.
Such ferocious firepower coverage and large-scale use of magic shocked and stunned these orcs who were accustomed to winning in chaos.
Because in their impression, except for a very small number of orcs with the blood of dragons or other magical creatures, it is basically impossible for their compatriots to learn arcane magic.
But now, there is actually a row of orc mages and warlocks wearing various robes standing on the city wall!
In particular, there were many orcs who were tall and thick, and the robes they wore were obviously stolen from other people. They were short, small, and tight on the whole. They were as eye-catching as tight-fitting skirts.
Others are simply women's models, with only the chest barely covering the upper body, thick dark chest hair, back, navel and waist completely exposed.
Some of them are worn because they pursue the powerful attributes of the equipment, and some are simply for fun of disgusting others. They even have all kinds of weird sexy stockings on their hairy feet and thighs.
As the saying goes, for some people, putting on a mask is actually taking off the mask.
Not only humans can't stand such a strange painting style, even the orcs themselves can't stand it.
The only thing that comforted them might be the female orc warriors wearing bikini armor.
But unfortunately, all the attention of these female orcs has been focused on Warchief Thrall, and several of them even directly winked and blew kisses.
"Crossbowman! Get ready!"
"shoot!"
Seeing the second echelon of the orc army rushing over the corpses and rushing towards the city wall, the player in charge of commanding the arrow tower decisively issued a volley order.
Corellon, who had been waiting for a long time, drew the bow string without saying a word in a smooth and pleasing movement, and then gently released his fingers.
Whoosh!
I saw that this arrow did not draw a beautiful parabola in the sky like other arrows, and then rained down on the enemy's head. Instead, it spun and flew straight towards an orc warrior who seemed to be of high status.
The latter obviously sensed the danger and immediately raised the weapon in his hand to block. However, he never expected that the arrow suddenly turned to the side at the moment when it was about to collide with him, and shot directly from another orc. The soldier's temple was penetrated, and he fell to the ground with a plop and died.
Such appalling and terrifying archery skills immediately made him break out in a cold sweat. He raised his head and tried to find the archer who shot the arrow, and soon locked onto the trumpet opened by the Elf Lord.
Without him, Corellon's behavior is really incompatible with other orcs. The elegance and calmness revealed from his bones are something that orcs can never learn.
Ranger?
marksman?
Magic shooter?
Several professions that are good at using weapons such as bows and arrows flashed through the mind of the orc warrior.
However, Corellon obviously didn't care about the enemy's reaction and continued to bend his bow and shoot the second arrow at an unhurried pace.
Just like before, this arrow was also in a straight line, and it suddenly turned and killed an unlucky guy at the last distance before hitting the target.
After succeeding twice in a row, not only the enemies outside the city wall were stunned, but even the friendly troops around them showed expressions of disbelief.
In the eyes of players, the talent and strength displayed by this newcomer are simply too outrageous.
You must know that even those who have advanced to the level of magic archer and marksman can often only rely on magic and professional abilities to shoot such arrows that completely violate the rules of aerodynamics and physics.
In the eyes of the local indigenous people, this represents an unparalleled and powerful talent, and he is the kind of great figure who is destined to be sung by bards in the future and leave his own legend.
However, Corellon ignored the interference from the outside world and just kept shooting the arrows one by one, feeling the magic and vitality absorbed by his body when the target died.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Similarly, he also understood why these fourth natural disasters were so keen on killing.
Because every time a life is killed, the psychic technology imprinted in the clone's body will complete a plunder.
The more you kill, the more powerful the character controlled by the player becomes.
When all thirty arrows in front of him were shot, Corellon's level had been raised to real level LV3 and game level LV30.
More importantly, the clone he controlled did not feel any fatigue at all, as if every upgrade would strengthen and restore the body.
"Hey! Man! Where did you learn this archery skill?"
A ranger player with an animal companion couldn't help but come over and ask.
"Haha, sorry, this is a secret."
Corellon showed a mysterious smile, replaced himself with a new quiver, and then continued to repeat the previous actions.
"Tch! Don't talk about knocking me down."
The ranger player rolled his eyes angrily and turned around to continue shooting the enemies who rushed under the city wall.
Another guy who was obviously the leader of a small team of players took the opportunity to come up and issue an invitation: "Newcomer, are you interested in joining Aurora Dance? We are willing to provide you with the best treatment and help you quickly catch up with everyone's progress.
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Corellon shook his head politely and refused: "No, thank you, I have no interest in joining any group."
The newcomer in front of him had little money, and he had a typical "lone wolf" demeanor, so everyone else immediately gave up trying to recruit him.
Just as the Elf Lord was enjoying this upgrade game, Zuo Si's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"How about, is this game system I designed fun?"
Corellon responded without thinking through the spiritual connection: "It's not bad, especially the collective atmosphere is quite fascinating. Maybe I can consider building a similar system in a certain world so that the children of Arvandor can also
You can enjoy it.”
"This is not easy. Because in addition to spiritual power, the most important key is the spark of the planeswalker. If the connection across planes and even across time and space cannot be achieved through sparks, then signal transmission will become a huge problem.
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Zuo Si pointed out the problem directly.
Because this fourth natural disaster system is not complicated in principle.
In particular, large-scale cloning of bodies is a piece of cake for a creature like God that can "make something out of nothing."
But it is not easy to maintain the stability of signals across planes and time and space.
"Can you help me raise an Elf Planeswalker?"
Corellon made a request after a brief silence.
Zuo Si hesitated for a moment and quickly responded: "It is impossible to train an elf planeswalker.
Because planeswalkers are never cultivated, but are innate.
Only those rare individuals who possess a spark at the moment of birth are qualified to ignite it and become planeswalkers.
But I can offer another solution."
"Oh? What is it?"
Corellon's voice was filled with anticipation, and he was obviously very interested in this.
"My men have recently researched something called a cave tree.
It can directly cross the dark void to connect various time and space with the universe.
If you don't mind, I can let a branch of the cave tree go deep into Arvandor.
Then extend another branch to the plane you need to connect to.
That way, you can realize your ideas.”
Zuo Si gave the suggestion calmly.
Obviously, he was eyeing the powerful magical power of Avandor, the elf country, and planned to use this to find out whether Corellon's true identity was a ball of original magical energy in the universe, as described in the rumors.
Got semen.
"Cave tree? What is that?"
Corellon's tone was full of strong curiosity.
Because this is the first time he has heard that something other than the Planeswalker Spark can travel through the dark void to achieve cross-time and space connections.
Zuo Si patiently explained: "It is bred from the seeds of the World Tree of Kaldheim's Space-Time and the Sparkle Oil. It is a bit troublesome to explain in detail. As long as you allow its branches to enter, you will soon understand the mystery.
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"Okay, I'll tell you the answer later after I discuss it with the other elves and gods. Now, let me continue to experience this interesting game."
Corellon obviously still had some scruples and did not agree immediately.
Zuo Si did not urge him and directly cut off the spiritual connection between the two. He stood above the city and looked down at the raging war on the ground.
To be precise, it is the collision between the Fourth Scourge and the followers of Gruumsh.
As the siege engines, battering rams and ladders rushed through the dense firepower network and came closer, the most brutal hand-to-hand combat finally began.
Since the small space of city walls and gates is basically crowded with people, there is not much room to move and dodge, so the two sides are fighting head-on, exchanging injuries for injuries and lives for lives.
In less than half an hour, the city walls and ground were stained red with blood, and corpses were piled up into hills.
The pungent smell of blood can be smelled from several kilometers away.
As long as the number of dead people in the front reaches a certain level, the orc gods will immediately open a portal on the grassland behind to transport more cannon fodder.
The Fourth Disaster also showed no signs of weakness on the day. If it died, it would be resurrected with a new clone and go through the portal again to continue fighting.
One side is "My followers are endless", the other side is "No matter how many times I die, I can be resurrected immediately."
Such terrible mutual consumption simply makes the local aborigines feel numb.
Perhaps at the very beginning, the orcs under Thrall's leadership would have been deeply moved by seeing the players fighting heroically to the last moment, each one of them fighting to the death as if they had been given blood.
But they soon realized something was wrong.
It was obviously the guy who had died just now, and his body was still lying next to him, but suddenly an identical one appeared.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What is even more outrageous is that as time goes by, this phenomenon is no longer an isolated phenomenon but has been noticed by more and more people.
Some even died several times in one place, resulting in at least seven or eight corpses of the same kind. Even I felt a little scared after seeing them too many times.
"Great Chief, there seems to be something wrong with those guys. They seem to have immortality."
The shaman who was treating the wounded warned with a twitching mouth corner.
"Ah, I know. Don't worry, they are on our side. Without their help, we would have collapsed long ago."
After saying that, Thrall raised the Doomhammer in his hand to gather the power of the elements, and then jumped into the sky.
Before anyone else could react, the dark clouds overhead began to flash with dazzling lightning, and then roaring thunder swept across the land.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of orc armies were reduced to ashes under the raging thunderstorm.
That god-like power immediately aroused cheers from everyone on the city wall.
The first group looked at the legendary chief as if he were a god, and even knelt down to pray devoutly to him.
With the power derived from faith, Thrall could sense that something was gestating in his body. This was the divinity that countless careerists dreamed of.
Only when mortal believers regard it as a true god can it produce such incredible effects.
Sarevok, the man behind the Baldur's Gate conspiracy, once tried to use this method to become the new God of Killing.
However, the current level is obviously not enough.
He needs to temper these orcs in the war, so that they can continuously strengthen their existing beliefs, identify their will, and eventually condense into a brand new ethnic group.
After all, only blood and fire can forge the soul of a nation.
"Come on! Let this storm come more violently! The great elements will help me complete the final transformation! I will end the barbarism and chaos of this space orc! I will lead them on a completely opposite path."
Thrall whispered in a voice that only he could hear, while frantically releasing the power he obtained from the elemental plane.
He is now like a beacon in the storm, a flag standing on the city wall, and a bright star in the night sky, guiding the direction for all local indigenous people.
As long as he doesn't fall, this war will continue until the last person is dead.
Just when the entire continent of Faerûn and even the God Realm were paying attention to this war, a figure covered in scarred black armor suddenly appeared in the sky on horseback and began to bestow blessings on both sides of the war.
You don't need to ask to know that the only one who can do such a thing is Tempus, the God of War.
Obviously, this massive orc civil war attracted his attention.
Although the orcs have their own war god, he is also Gruumsh's adjutant - Enav.
But Thrall's side has broken away from the faith of the orc gods, so Tempus is fully qualified and has sufficient reasons to intervene.
However, his behavior obviously angered the other party, and a blood-stained broad sword loomed in mid-air.
But Tempus obviously did not take this opponent seriously. Instead, he rushed straight to Zuo Si, laughed, raised the flagon and said, "Awesome! You have brought me another wonderful war.
.From the first time I met you, I knew that you were the messenger of war, and you would bring war with you wherever you went."
"Looking at what you said, it sounds like I am a cruel and bloodthirsty warmonger. In fact, I am a pacifist at heart and have no interest in war. It is always others who take the initiative to provoke me, and I have no choice but to passively fight back.
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Zuo Si pretended to be a victim and defended himself.
But anyone who hears these words will only sigh. He is indeed the devil prince whom Asmodeus values. He can tell lies without blushing.
"Pacifist? Hahahaha! Yes, yes, yes, then I wish you can bring peace to more places."
After saying that, Tempus raised the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp, with a naked and undisguised joke on his face.
For him, war is not only the source of his own strength, but also a kind of fun.
And Zuo Si has launched countless wars in just a few years, and he is simply more qualified than any of the chosen people and priests of the God of War.
If he hadn't received a clear rejection, Tempus would have wanted to win him over to his side and make him the chief elector.
There is no way, who can make all the tyrants, careerists, conspirators and war madmen in the entire Faerûn continent put together and not Zuo Si can cause trouble.
And every war is not a small fight, but it is enough to affect the situation and historical trend of the surrounding areas.
Thanks to such frequent and large-scale wars, Tempus's power and influence are constantly increasing, and he is about to replace Cyric the Dark Sun in the top spot of powerful divine power.
So he had a good impression of Zuo Si from beginning to end.
If he really wanted to join forces with the orc gods to fight a divine war, he would definitely come to help without hesitation.
"So you came all the way here just to tease me?"
Zuo Si looked at the most powerful man among the gods in front of him and smiled helplessly.
Because he knew what the other party said was right.
Although his actions were not intended for the war itself, the result was that they triggered wars one after another.
To a certain extent, there is no one in this world who is more suitable to be the chosen one and messenger of the God of War than him.
Tempus shook his head vigorously and responded: "No, I just became very interested in this unique war.
Especially the little guys you call the fourth natural disaster, they exude a passion for fighting and killing all the time.
He is simply a born warrior and so endearing.
By the way, are you really not going to be my voter?
When the time comes, we will join forces to launch a war that will span the entire multiverse and conquer endless time and space."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I'm sorry, I have no interest in launching a war to conquer the entire multiverse. You'd better save it. And some time and space are really not suitable for gods to enter."
Zuo Si bluntly rejected the war god's proposal.
What a joke!
He is not a fool. Only when he is full will he work for Tempus in vain, helping him gain greater strength by launching an unprecedented war.
What's more, the philosophy he believes in always regards war as the final resort and will never be easily put into actual action.
Tempus sighed regretfully; "Well - well, you can come to me at any time when you figure it out. In addition, if the orc god system can't play anymore and wants to violate the rules of the game, I will be very
I am happy to join your camp and give them a little color."
"Thank you very much. If that happens, I will let you know."
Zuo Si politely put one hand on his chest and bowed.
Tempus casually threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand, then rode away on his beloved horse without any nostalgia.
Because his character is so straightforward, he likes those warriors who will fight directly if they disagree with someone.
There is no doubt that the appearance of the God of War has made the situation of the orc gods, who were already not optimistic, even worse, and they are even more afraid to think of those crooked means.
Gruumsh even promoted several electors quickly, and then sent them all over in an attempt to win through numbers.
But it is a pity that Thrall, who has begun to conceive divinity, is not a vegetarian.
He has long been in contact with the inner elemental plane through Doomhammer.
When facing a powerful chosen one, directly summon the power of the four elements of fire, wind, water and earth to deal a devastating blow to the enemy.
You can even directly open the portal to summon lords and prince-level elemental creatures to assist in the battle.
The open space outside the city gate turned into a deep pit in the fierce fighting.
After a few days passed, Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Vanswijk finally arrived and joined the defenders.
This meant that Gruumsh's original plan to win over the opponent in one go was completely ruined, and instead began the most cruel back-and-forth.
Not long after, a slope was built with the corpses of dead orcs from the city wall to the ground.
Now even without using any tools, you can rush directly to the city wall through the slope of this mountain of corpses.
The only problem is that the feeling of stepping on the corpse is not good. It is often easy to step on it due to the decay and deterioration of the corpse below. The pungent stench, flies, and maggots crawl everywhere, which can make any normal person crawl.
One look and smell will make people spit out the gall water.
The corpses in some places have even mutated, forming undead or semi-undead creatures the size of mountains.
It is foreseeable that the land here will become extremely fertile in the next few years or even ten or twenty years.
But the interesting thing is that in such a harsh battlefield environment, no infectious diseases or plagues broke out on either side.
You don't need to ask to know that this is all the result of Zuo Si himself and Talona.
Otherwise, just the mountains of rotting corpses would have turned the surrounding area into a terrifying biochemical testing ground.
It is estimated that the reason why the orc gods have no intention of retreating is because they want to use a similar method to drive Thrall and his followers away.
After all, there is also a god of death and disease among the orcs-Idras.