The Miral River and the bay have turned into thick ice. Luskan, which originally only had to defend itself on both sides, is now facing enemies on all sides.
Hill looked at the city walls of Luskan again, and finally discovered that at the section where the Mirar River flows into Luskan and at the mouth of the sea, there are two ice and snow city walls, but they have been added with a layer on the outside.
stone.
Hill had just taken a quick look at it and was actually deceived.
It turned out that they had also considered the future.
When spring comes and the flowers bloom and Luskan starts water transportation again, these two city walls will probably melt into the sea.
It is also easy to use ice to build such a city wall in winter. Even if there are no undead, a high-level mage like Laila can easily build it.
Hill walked around Luskan again and felt that Luskan really didn't need to do anything else.
Then Purvi returned to floating among the clouds on the island where the Snow Palace is located.
The alien whale was extremely determined to stop at this place. He wanted to always be able to admire his beautiful figure below.
Hill, who was sitting on the terrace, looked up in the direction of the Spine of the World. The white mountains towered into the clouds. Although there was no snow in the part above the clouds, they were covered with ice.
Hill has a feeling...it won't be long.
It was an incoming hostility, a madness that suffocated the natural consciousness. The orcs on the Spine of the World had no sense at all. They were purposely created weapons with nothing but appetite and the desire to reproduce.
They are more like those monsters who lost their minds during the beast tide in Trasil, but never regained their senses.
These poor creatures were originally created by the orc god Gruumsh to deal with the elves.
After the entire elves collapsed, they lost their usefulness and were abandoned on this desolate mountain range, struggling to survive under the claws of the dragon.
It's just because some irritable and gloomy real half-orcs, those children born between orcs and other races, can't find their own living space in the world... It's not just elves that orcs hate, they also hate humans.
These orcs eventually made their way to the Spine of the World.
The orcs' habit of obeying the stronger quickly made them become the rulers of tribes. Under their restraint, the orcs in the Spine of the World finally had some restraint.
But this also makes them more dangerous... When there is no food, all the tribes will gather together, elect a recognized king, and under his leadership, attack the mainland.
For these orcs, they either have to grab enough food, or they have to kill enough of their own kind.
If only a small group of orcs don't have enough to eat, generally speaking, they will choose to attack the Ten Towns in Icewind Dale...after all, they are weaker.
But this year's winter came too early and too soon...most of the orcs must be hungry.
They will definitely choose to go south...last time, they succeeded.
The original place of Aglaia City was once a prosperous city-state, but it finally became a victim of the orcs.
Why did the undead die with their eyes open and threw themselves into the temple of Baal? It was because their corpses were turned into rations for the orcs.
Seeing this kind of scene with my own eyes, I can't blame them for their madness in wanting to take revenge on the world in the end.
It's a pity that Baal is not a good person. They threw their souls into that temple and ended up becoming the fuel for the opponent's resurrection.
However, the obsession to bring peace to the North and make Neverwinter regret letting the orcs in was accomplished quite well.
Neverwinter's transformation from one of the best cities in the North to its current half-dead state has a lot to do with the damage caused by the Swamp of the Dead to passing caravans.
No longer thinking about the sorrows of the past, Hill stared coldly at the mountains under the clouds. The heavy snow falling from the clouds could not block his sight...those dirty gray heads would occasionally pop out.
Orcs are already observing Luskan.
Hill returned to the Magic Tower and asked Liszt to inform Ruth of the changes on the Spine of the World. He asked her to inform the time and space artifact first, and then wait until Laila and the others saw the fun before telling them. They can start working, and they have to go on their own.
Take a defensive position and prepare.
Neither Hill nor the undead are very adaptable to Toril's rough fighting style. They have to arrange the defensive shifts in order and ensure a smooth handover.
If any problems arise, how to make up for them must be prepared in advance.
There is no shift change, no rest, and months of fighting all relying on a certain powerful hero to overcome it with his own willpower. Hill definitely does not want this to happen in his own city.
Heroes...should only exist in battles between the weak and the strong. The war of the strong requires order.
Hill took out his magic book and asked Liszt to notify him after he started reading it. He quickly immersed himself in copying the magic book.
He knew himself very well. After the fight started, he would definitely not be able to help but go out and watch... well... the intensity of the battle. He would never do what Flan asked, and he would never stay in the study and copy books when there was nothing important.
So seize the time and copy a few more copies so that you can make assignments when you go back.
Hill's sleepless days, immersed in books, lasted only three days, and were interrupted by a sudden sound of a trumpet: that was the signal for the start of war.
Liszt suddenly appeared: "Sir, the orcs have gone down the mountain. The sentry said that they split a part and went east, probably to the dwarf city Mirabar."
Are you going to enjoy the friction of the dragon? That city is firmly guarded by a gem dragon! The broken weapons of the orcs cannot hurt the dragon's scales.
Moreover, Mirabar is an underground city... Orcs and dwarves are playing in lane battles... They really offered to give their heads to the dwarves to practice hammering.
Hill thought for a while and then said: "Send a warning signal to Miraba to express our goodwill, and tell Laila that there is no need to ask me for instructions on similar things. As long as it does not harm my interests, she can choose to be kind to others."
"Yes, sir." Liszt quickly went to contact Ruth.
Hill looked at the magic book in his hand, lowered his head silently, and decided to copy out the last dozen pages.
He rarely suppressed his curiosity, and by the time Hill sat on the terrace, the battle had officially begun.
They are about the same height as humans, but look stronger. The orcs with wild boar-like tusks, their sloping foreheads, protruding jaws, and rough and scarred skin all show where their bloodline comes from.
However, except for the orcs standing at the end who were obviously taller and stronger and had strange patterns painted on their bodies, the others had already begun to charge towards the city wall, their cloudy eyes were only filled with the desire to kill.
You can tell at a glance that he is not a normal person... Orcs only have low IQ, not that they have no IQ at all.
The battle scene was fierce, but Hill couldn't help but darken his face.
Those real orcs had always led the charge in the past. After all, finding loopholes in the city wall and taking advantage of them in time was not something that those half-orcs with abnormal minds could do.
Opportunities in war are always fleeting.
Not to mention that for Gruumsh, the main god of the orcs, only warriors who fight bravely and are not afraid of death are worthy of him bringing them into the dreamland of the orcs - the land of the orcs.
The orcs or half-orcs who arrive there will no longer face the danger of death and hunger. They only need to fight every day. If they die, they will be resurrected with full blood at night. If they are good enough, they will be rewarded with Gruumsh's divine power.
This time, they chose to stay out of the mage's range as much as possible, with no intention of participating in the battle.
There are no gods who can send messages now...including Gruumsh, who can't send any message to the orcs.
The battle between the undead on the Luskan side ended very quickly, and it was even less likely that the orcs would see much.
But these half-orcs clearly knew where the undead's magic distance limit was, and they had no chance at all in the early stage.
Hill couldn't help but stood up and observed carefully. With such an accurate judgment, a mage must have taken action, and the level would definitely not be low.
"Liszt." Hill called his tower spirit calmly, "Inform Laila and the undead that there are mages on the other side to help."
"Isn't it a white dragon?" Liszt asked hesitantly.
At first, they thought that if the orcs really attacked, the most likely way would be to cooperate with the white dragon on the mountain range.
Only they, when hungry, may not be able to defeat the orc tribe.
Hill's anger is not strong. There are people in any world who rape such things, let alone Toril, where there are many things that are not human.
Hill planned to observe it carefully. It was impossible for Bailong not to participate...unless they wanted to eat a whole winter of ice and snow to cheat their stomachs.
"No..." Actually, Bailong's ugly head didn't appear.
Is it because of those mages? Although Bai Long is stupid, his senses are still quite keen.
It can only mean that those white dragons feel that starving to death is better than cooperating with orcs.
Hill hesitated for a while, but the first enemy that came to his mind was indeed Bane's Necromancer followers...
Only they can survive in the thirty-foot-frozen environment of the Spine of the World.
Hill was silent for a few seconds, not knowing whether to sympathize with Ben. Although his largest church on the continent, Zhentarim, had been destroyed, there were still many other small churches.
It's just... it's just a temporary slumber. Compared to other gods who can already give some hints to believers, there must be no reaction from him.
But the necromancer under him, in this situation, would his first reaction be to take refuge with the orcs?
Those guys really need the help of people with intelligence... and the necromancer cannot arouse the appetite of those brainless orcs, but it is indeed a good partner.
But from a high-ranking ruler to a level where he drinks blood... When Bane wakes up, will he still accept these believers mixed with orcs?
