The seemingly endless dark clouds in the sky suddenly rolled up, and finally turned into a giant spirit wearing a turban and a dark complexion. One eye stared at Hill cruelly, while the other side seemed to be rolling under the eye patch.
Thunder and lightning.
Beside him, the storm swept the yellow sand, and under his feet, acid rain, lightning and hail rolled in the wind whirlwind.
Hill laughed softly and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Or...should I say, I have long admired the name of the orc god Gruumsh."
"Huh?" Talos's eyes flickered, but a smile appeared on his face, "Why...don't you think I am Horus of Mulhorand?"
He has inherited the last bit of thunder’s divine power, so he is more like Talos, right?”
Hill's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her mind sank slightly... Gruumsh actually admitted it so easily?
"Instead of thinking that a loser can devour the Storm God of Toril, I believe in the winner chasing after him while the heat is on." Hill said lightly.
"He wanted Lei's lightning power." Talos...or Gruumsh, who controlled this aspect, laughed disdainfully, "Unfortunately, at that time, I happened to be devouring Lei's ability.
His luck is bad, but mine is pretty good, isn't it?"
"We Trasil..." Hill quickly cut himself off as soon as he started, "I'm not interested in asking you why.
For the god of orcs, there is no need to ask the reason for this kind of thing."
"Then... I still have to say something." Gruumsh said in a strange tone, "It's strange, there are so many elves in your world, but it is also suitable for my animal experiments!
It's perfect, isn't it?
If the white wolf hadn't preferred to die in the abyss in the end, Trasil would have entered my Shura field long ago!"
Hill tilted his head and showed a cold smile: "Then... let's start the war!"
Before he finished speaking, 12 hurricanes carrying flying sand and rocks rushed directly towards Gruumsh... Hill wanted to see how he was supported by the natural power of the wind element, and the tower controlled by Gruumsh
Los incarnation, who is more favored by the wind!
Gruumsh laughed wildly: "Ha~arrogant little brat! I want to see what good things Corellon can raise!"
Hill's hand paused slightly, and he couldn't help but said eloquently: "Compared to Corellon, I think you should take a look at the tree where you were born."
"World Tree?" Gruumsh paused for two seconds before continuing, "There is no need to mention the place we left long ago.
Even if it is him, as long as I have the chance, I will take action... Conquest and killing are the most real existence!"
Hill sneered: "Of course I don't think you will have any positive emotions, but I... don't intend to seek revenge on you as an elf!
I! I am Hill from Trasil, son of the World Tree!"
With a slight wave of his slender and powerful fingers, countless sand and dust suddenly condensed into chains and headed straight for Talos.
Gruumsh laughed, and four dark black walls appeared beside him... They were domain spells that gave long-range attack spells a 20% chance of failure, the Entropic Light Shield.
However, he couldn't help but say "Huh?"
The chains from Hill actually all passed through the four walls and rushed directly towards him.
He cursed angrily...but as someone who had been fighting against Corellon all year round, this was nothing unusual.
The elf who will be strangled to death by him sooner or later always has this kind of inexplicable luck... So no matter how well-prepared his enemy is, he will still be given a chance to escape from death and turn defeat into victory.
For example, Rose's well-prepared rebellion... Gruumsh couldn't understand how it ended in failure from beginning to end.
With the divinity of Corellon, coupled with the blood of the World Tree that is always surrounded by natural blessings, he can still understand such a thing as a higher luck... I understand it! Why is there no one blocked?
Gruumsh, who has never been very lucky and always encountered inexplicable failures in hell, became angry: "Lucky ones! They all deserve to die!"
Hill blinked after being scolded... It's not surprising that Gruumsh hates him. Even if he is a child of the World Tree, Corellon's divinity still exists in him... But the biggest reason is that he
His luck still surprised him a little.
"Why are you so dazed!" Fran, who had been silent behind him, scolded softly.
His crystal ball rushed directly to the heads of the two people, and the brilliant rainbow light directly blocked the countless lightning beams thrown by Gruumsh, creating an unusually brilliant light in the area between the two sides.
Gruumsh laughed wildly: "If you want to use a pile of dirt, restrict me, you naive little brat!"
What he is using now is the body of a monster!
The lightning spear appeared behind him, and Gruumsh's muscles tensed up, intending to directly break the sand chains that bound him, and then throw it directly at the two mages with brute force.
Tsk!
Do you think that hanging a weapon deflection spell can resist the great power of Gruumsh?
Not even Corellon can magically avoid his spear!
Um?
Gruumsh moved his arm again, but the chain remained motionless.
He looked down steadily: "Is this the power of the World Tree? You were rolled out of the mud by the World Tree, right?"
Hill rolled his eyes quietly and silently put on a pair of gloves woven with mithril and adamantine silk.
"Ah! Power! I will not lose to a little brat!" Gruumsh roared angrily, using all his strength, he finally shattered the chains on his body layer by layer.
"Haha~" Gruumsh laughed happily, and then rushed directly towards Hill on the wind... Their storms canceled each other out.
Hill could feel that as Gruumsh self-destructed, his storm power became weaker and weaker... Toril's original power was denying his existence.
He waved his hand, and 12 hurricanes started up again, crashing into the huge figure heading straight for him.
Fran moved slightly, and endless flames shot out from the Wanfa Ball, directly involved in Hill's hurricane.
"Ah..." Gruumsh shouted impatiently, "Damn it! Two of them hit one!
I...am not without helpers, come out!"
Hill couldn't help but look around: Vesalun shouldn't be that stupid, right?
Then he saw a huge orc running towards him in the distance: huge muscles, dirty brown skin and dark green eyes, wearing thick inlaid leather armor and iron gloves.
The fangs protruding from both sides of the mouth are as pale as if they had been chewed through bones.
Bagchu.
Hill couldn't help but look up at the sky: The gods of Toril couldn't go down to the realm, but the orc gods jumped out one by one!
How long did it take for Yinavo to be beaten back?
What is going on in AO's head?
Gruumsh's cheerful laughter suddenly broke off.
His reckless and basically brainless son rushed out obediently, but he didn't even know who the enemy was and just started fighting with the undead on the ground.
Bagchu's brute force is indeed very strong, and he can kill many knights surrounding him with a wave of his hand... However, the number of undead knights is not tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands or even millions!
The huge orc, whose head was almost the same as a stone, happily stepped on the elf under his feet, even forgetting why his father called him out.
Gruumsh roared twice angrily. However, the attack of the undead was not completely meaningless. Even if Bagchu realized what he was here to do, he still lost it when facing the undead that had already formed a formation.
The ability to rush out again... This savage orc never uses weapons or wears armor. It is indeed very useful when facing a single enemy.
But the undead... happen to be the most difficult type for him to deal with.
Gruush snorted coldly: "Sagas! Don't come out yet!"
A mountain in the distance slowly shook, and a tall, skinny orc with dark eyes and skin, wearing a black cloak, slowly walked out.
