"The true god has fallen, the forest guardian god Claire Latin has fallen. The demigod Lord Prescott has died in battle!"
The patron saint of the northern elf kingdom is the God of the Forest. His death at this time gave all the elves a feeling that the sky was falling.
"This is absolutely impossible! The gods are immortal, how could they fall! How could the great victim of the forest, Lord Clair Latin, fall!"
This was probably the first feeling of all the elves in the North when the news spread. For thousands of years, the true elves have protected them and kept them away from the main theme of the North - the cruel competition for survival.
In the warm environment and the peace far away from the battlefield, they have become accustomed to a life under the protection of gods, and regard it as a truth just like the sun rising in the east. Now that the sun suddenly no longer rises, they are naturally panicked to the extreme.
"We are finished, and all the northern elven kingdoms are finished.
Those panic spreaders who first lost their minds were directly controlled by the Elf warriors, but fear and uneasiness had already spread to the entire Elf North. The rumors could be denied, but some things could not be denied.
Due to the death of the guardian spirit of the forest, without the protection of his divine power, the dreamlike and beautiful Elf Kingdom has come to reality and returned to the natural cycle of this world. Nature has begun to show its cruelty of treating everyone equally!
At this time, the streams in the forest began to freeze, and large areas of trees began to die. The forests that did not belong to the Northland were dying, and the outermost protective forest completed decades of transformation in just a few minutes. In the blink of an eye, they
All the leaves have fallen off, and the immortality maintained by divine power has come to an end in an instant. Withering, death is right in front of you.
There is no isolation barrier erected by the forest guardian deity. The unnatural difference in high and low temperatures between the Elf Kingdom and the Northland caused the natural balance to launch a fierce counterattack.
In the poetic description of the elf, the violent north wind turned into the cruel god of the seasons. With a turn, he quietly pulled the isolated elf paradise back to the cruel north.
When the cold wind suddenly poured into the elven land that was originally spring-like all year round, the elves suddenly shivered and realized that winter had already begun. This cruel winter was specially created for the elves by the furious nature.
It's not easy.
While the elves were in panic, their "kin" were in inexplicable ecstasy. The more they fought, the braver they became. It is not enough to describe their passion. In the grand blood sacrifice, the newly born Dark Elf Poison God was behind the spider.
A green serpent emblem was added next to the spider god emblem. From then on, the dark elf god system was no longer the lonely one-man god system of Rose. The ambitious Rose had already begun to consider the order of the new elf god system.
Under the banner of the black eight-clawed spider, the Dark Elf legions have begun to assemble. The Elf defenders who have been mobilized are no match for them at all. They watch helplessly as the invaders build continuous camps and siege cities in their homes.
Equipment. The dark elves did not hide their intention to stay here permanently.
The royal tomb of Liusu Kingdom has been dug up, and all the exits to the underground world are open. Countless dark elves are driven out from the underground world every day. They are like bloodthirsty giant sharks who smell the delicious blood, and they can’t wait to taste it more and more delicious.
of prey.
The dark elves who had a feud with the surface elves did not launch a genocide as the world expected, but their calm and calm preparations for the war and their attitude of treating themselves as nothing made those elves who still had hope for victory even more desperate.
"They are waiting, they are waiting for our expeditionary legion to come back. They are sure of victory. They have the protection of Rose. Without the participation of other elves and gods, our legion has no chance of winning. What is the noble Ansuolo thinking?
What? Why were the Children of the Forest allowed to be killed by the vicious Spider Queen! Why were our prayers unanswered?"
The elven gods have no time to respond to the prayers of the northern elves. The human gods have already noticed their betrayal, and they are now unable to protect themselves.
In a sense, the elves do lack the responsibility to serve as the pillars of order. Compared with the major human countries that increasingly regard their patron saints as mascots, the elves are too dependent on gods. They even regard war as
The first element is regarded as divine protection.
"No, they are also waiting for their own reinforcements. The number of dark elves is increasing every day, damn! How many dark-skinned bitches are there?"
How many dark elves are there in the dark underground world? I'm afraid even Rose herself doesn't know. She used her power to give the dark elves a fertility far beyond that of ordinary elves, but she was also labeled as corrupt and degenerate, and was exiled to
Underworld.
"Damn Ansuolo! You said I've fallen? Okay, I'll fall and show you, and I'll show you what real evil is!"
In a sense, Rose's self-destruction caused the entire dark elves to truly fall into darkness. Killing each other, betrayal, and deception have become the main theme of a race. Even the underground devils dare not say that they are better at deception than the dark elves.
, but at least, this race that was collectively degraded by the upper elves was indeed powerful. After they got rid of the curse of restricting reproduction, their heritage was far stronger than the world expected.
No race is inherently evil. A person's good and evil are more determined by his acquired experience. Rose's poisonous ink did not blacken the entire race. The gray elves under the protection of the moon god and the dark elves living in isolation.
The ranger, the dungeon master who openly disobeys Rose's call, even the dark elves have countless different beliefs and ideas, and Rose has long been unable to control the entire dark elves.
But look at the current Dark Elf camp. The continuous camp under the largest flag does belong to Rose. The moonlight mark, the bloody blade mark, the ice double sword emblem, etc. are scattered among them. Countless scattered camps, large and small, represent countless
There are many traitors to Dark Elf society, and their combined area is far greater than Lolth's power, which also proves from one aspect the high degree of division of this race.
At this time, this group of dark-skinned elves who were fighting each other underground for various reasons came together for the same goal.
"There was no fairness in the trials against our ancestors in the past. Even if our ancestors were wrong, we, the descendants, still have the right to live under the blue sky with sunshine, and we also have the freedom to roam in the comfortable land. We must use facts to prove that we dark elves
, is the best among all the elven races, the high-ranking elven who most deserves to be on the throne!"
Under this banner, the dark elves who were originally deeply divided temporarily united. Under the magical black mist summoned by Rose who spent her divine power, they avoided the sun's burns, patiently sharpened their daggers in the shadows, and waited patiently.
The destined cruel fight between the same race.
The dark elves who invaded in advance naturally began to break away from other forces in the underground world. Their current goal is just to have their own piece of blue sky.
"It's enough to have the Northland first. There are fairy springs and forests here. We can rebuild our kingdom here. Everything we want is here!"
In a sense, as long as the drums of the Holy War sound again, it is only a matter of time before the return of the dark elves and Rose, who have been sharpening their fangs in the underground world, but the invitation letters from Roland and Ayer gave her the best time and opportunity to intervene.
reason.
At this time, countless tents were pitched under the city. The dark-skinned elves longed for the joy of revenge and the bloody brew. The dark elves, characterized by betrayal, were actually united under the same goal.
For the northern elves who live here all year round, this is naturally a nightmare.
Standing at the foot of the capital city, King Atrian, who had just returned, looked blankly at the desperate scene in front of him. Is this what he got for sacrificing his daughter? Is this the prosperous age of elves promised to him by the elven gods?
"I should have expected that if I took the lead in the jihad, I would inevitably become cannon fodder."
At this time, he was filled with regret and couldn't help but think of that person's evaluation of himself.
"You care about gains and losses in everything. You make too many calculations. In fact, you only count petty gains and never see the big picture clearly. If you calculate gains and losses every day, sooner or later you will have to include yourself."
"I'm not wrong! I'm absolutely not wrong!"
But at this time, the war situation no longer allowed him to hesitate and blame himself. The coalition forces of the other three countries had complained a lot about him. Many of them hoped to disband the coalition and return with their own armies to defend their own countries.
"Stupid, more short-sighted than useless humans. Do you think those dark-skinned bitches won't go to other countries after conquering the Tassel Kingdom? The little land we have in Tassel is enough for them. What they want is the entire northern elves.
country!"
All the way back, the tragic situation of Liusu Kingdom only made the armies of other elven kingdoms more centrifugal. If the entire elven forces could not be integrated as soon as possible, this war would have been lost without even fighting.
"Invite the two generals and Prince Kazalu to the banquet. Just say that I have something private to say... Let Alvin and the Moon Blade elites be prepared and listen to my orders."
Facing his shocked confidants, the king gritted his teeth and made a gesture of wiping his neck. He had made up his mind and was willing to do anything to protect his kingdom.
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When this winter came, no one expected that so many forces would be involved. The three main battlefields, the Elf Battlefield, the Red Maple Defense Line, and the Antun Elemental Battlefield, constituted the most eye-catching opening battle of this holy war.
The three battlefields influence each other and are intertwined with each other. To this point, a failure on any battlefield may lead to an avalanche of defeats.
"The war of betrayers" is another name given to it by later generations in history. For the contemporary parties involved, the evaluation of later generations has never mattered. The current annoying situation in which we and the enemy are indistinguishable is the most troublesome.
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Mutual betrayal between the two camps and mutual deception between the same clans have become a daily routine. Enemies today, friends tomorrow, comrades yesterday, mortal enemies tomorrow.
Even the noble true God is not immune to this kind of repetition. When the holy war restarts, those with different identities, under the hint or coercion of the big bosses, can no longer maintain a state of having both sides. They must also choose sides with practical actions.
stood.
In a sense, it was this critical time that made Ayer's letter, one of the big bosses on the order side, more convincing and gave Rose the power to choose a side again.
At this time, as one of the biggest losers in the last holy war, the orcs without the protection of gods are trying to make a comeback in this war. Their previous raids were indeed excellent, but now they have encountered some minor troubles.
"Have all our internal lines been unplugged? How is it possible? I remember that there are a total of 2,376 groups, 70% of which are human hybrids whose appearance is indistinguishable. They don't know each other, how is it possible that they are all
Dig them out. Many of the deeply buried seeds have been buried for one to two hundred years and three generations. We should have never started them. How could they be dug out?"
As the siege party that has the active advantage, the current Orc King Amon Bloodaxe has a headache. From the beginning of the war to the present, the incomplete intelligence system has been a big problem that has always troubled the Orcs.
The most important thing in war is intelligence, thanks to the "peaceful trade" policy of the Kingdom of Siluwell. More than a hundred years of mutual exchanges have been enough for the early and ambitious orc tribe to infiltrate this kingdom into a sieve.
But after the war really started, none of the "seeds" laid in the ambush sprouted.
The turtle orc who was reporting the situation was sweating profusely. As the director of the intelligence system, he was also the chief of a tribe, but in front of this group of angry chiefs, he only felt that his life was threatened.
It's no wonder that the chiefs are so angry. It takes a thousand days to raise troops but only uses them for a while. War was originally the most active time for spies. Now it should be the time for him to show off his talents. But since the war started, he has simply turned in nothing.
"There should be thirteen groups in Red Maple City, but...all of them have been dug out, just the ones hanging on the east city gate. And, I..."
"The female guard at the west gate told us that you were a vase. We concentrated our combat power to attack the west gate, but suffered heavy losses. The air cavalry we lost was our accumulation over the years. You actually said you didn't know about those magic swordsmen and war machines?"
You tell me you haven’t seen something as big as an air battleship? You’re a bunch of trash, why should I raise you?”
At this critical moment, once again hearing the ineffectiveness and wrong intelligence of the intelligence system, the furious Orc King raised his battle ax in a roar, intending to personally take action and cut off the heads of these useless people.
"Wait a minute, how did those spies leak out? I won't mention those who have obvious characteristics of our race. They are just facades, but how did those bribed human spies and hybrids get exposed? It doesn't make sense. Could it be...
....”
Compared with the furious Eagle King, Ursine Lund is much more stable, but judging from the fact that he accidentally crushed the jade in his hand, he is not calm either. The damage to the giant Biss beast can never be made up for.
He had been heartbroken over the loss and could not sleep for several nights.
At this time, when he came to the final "could it be", he looked around, his suspicious eyes lingering on the faces of the chiefs.
The hidden meaning in the words is actually very obvious. If all the deeply buried intelligence systems are dug out, the only possibility is that there is a spy, or a very high-level spy.
"...No, it's not a traitor."
Even if the ax has reached the top of his head and he is scared and sweating profusely, the intelligence chief still has to say something that needs to be said.
"It had nothing to do with spies. It was actually a problem with our own logistics that led to the exposure of all the spies."
"Um?"
What problem could expose all the intelligence spies? The chiefs present were all in disbelief.
"If that matter is investigated, it probably started thirty years ago. Due to their simple nature, it is very difficult for our people to make a living in the human world. They were suddenly sent to a foreign country. Those spies were not good at business. Many of them
They were all defrauded of all their belongings in just three months, and returned to the plateau forced by hunger and cold."
Everyone nodded. It is a well-known fact that orcs are not good at business. Not to mention these illiterate spies, many "smart" witch doctors and shamans have had the experience of being deceived in human society.
For the orcs who still maintain the ancient custom of bartering for things, the human world is too complicated. Even if they don't encounter scammers, they will probably spend all their money soon. In the end, they have no choice but to return home.
"We never know when the counterattack day will be. If we keep sending out new spies, the investment in intelligence will be a bottomless pit. My people are not rich and cannot afford it. In the end, an accident allowed us to obtain
The legendary secret treasure.”
"Secret treasure?"
"Well, it was an accidental witch doctor experiment. My witch doctor accidentally mixed the herbs used for divination with the spices used for cooking. As a result, through a series of accidental coincidences, he created a world-famous secret treasure.
——Oliang grilled troll meat!”
Hearing this, the chiefs all swallowed their saliva. They had all tasted this delicious red barbecue, which was indeed unforgettable.
"You adults also know that, and based on this, we launched a series of delicious barbecues and meat burgers, and the Orleans Barbeque Restaurant became famous all over the world. Humph, that damn human actually stole our formula and made a wheat
A hamburger restaurant that fights us everywhere. It’s so shameless!”
"What does this have to do with our spy being dug out?" Eamon was also a little surprised. Isn't this talking about the intelligence system? Why is it involved in the fast food restaurant war?
"You also know that our spies are not good at business, but the Orion Barbeque Restaurant is one of the few businesses that is sure to make a profit. As a result... As a result, all the spies opened the Orion Barbeque Restaurant! Then they dug out
After one, they were all dug out!"
Well, in fact, because the Orion Barbeque Restaurant is so profitable, some orcs even take the initiative to be spies, opening a shop to enjoy the beauty of the human world.
"I x! Isn't this looking for death!"
"To be so stupid! Who gave the order! That idiot did such a stupid thing. I will hang him on the flagpole!"
The roar of Orc King Amon echoed fiercely in the tent, and the sharp voice made the guards outside the door tremble in fear.
Seeing Eamonn being so angry, the supervisor was even more sweaty.
"It's you..."
The voice of the answer was not loud, but the people present were not ordinary people. The chiefs were stunned for a moment, and then there was a strange silence. Only the carefree Eamonn continued to ask.
"What?"
"It's you. Our Black Rock Tribe is originally a subordinate tribe of your Blood Ax Tribe, and the entire intelligence and detective work has always been managed by the Eagle Tribe who are good at flying. You are the co-master of all the Eagle Tribes, and I have always been yours.
A loyal minister under my command. When you first took over the throne, you said
Who knows when those useless spies will be used? Anyway, it can't be my generation. Why not seize the opportunity to earn more foreign exchange and let all the tribesmen do the most profitable business! We want Orion barbecue restaurants to spread all over the world.
World! We are going to be kings of the world!'"
Eamon's hard-working memories seemed to indicate that thirty or forty years ago, when he had just succeeded to the throne, he did indeed say something similar, and it was recorded in the tribal book as the wisest speech.
As the chief of the Blood Ax Tribe, what he is most proud of is not his martial arts and strategy, but his ability to lead his tribe to make a fortune. It is precisely because of the strength of the Blood Ax Tribe that he was chosen as an agent to cooperate with the God of the Earth Element.
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"Actually, I can't blame you, it's just that humans are too cunning. You see, we now know that those McDonald's burgers are actually spies sent by San Antonio. The tribesmen we were arrested were all those who brought
The clown in the red wig reported it!”
When he talked about the pain, the turtle man burst into tears.
"It's just those mascots who sing Blue Road! They also beat us with cooking ingredients and threw disgusting red wigs at us. It's so despicable to put rocks in the burgers. Brothers are so miserable. Our mascot is White Beard.
The old orc man couldn't beat him with a troll bone crutch. The scene was simply miserable."
‘Old orc man with white beard? Mascot? Isn’t this looking for death?”
A certain chief finally pointed out another obvious loophole. Now, it was the turn of a certain bear chief to sweat profusely. He also remembered the stupid things he had done when he first succeeded to the throne twenty years ago.
The intelligence chief took a look. Anyway, if you couldn't say it, it would be a dead word. If you said it, you might still be alive. He gritted his teeth and said it anyway.
"That was an additional request made by a certain adult in memory of his deceased grandfather... The white beard symbolizes wisdom, the walking stick symbolizes the spirit of refusing to admit defeat, and the white clothes and white skirt symbolize the pace of shamanic civilization. He said that to make human beings
I can also understand the beauty of the rough culture of the orcs!"
Okay. When he said this, the intelligence chief kept staring at a certain bear man. The meaning was obvious. Now, don't blame anyone.
"Ahem, I suggest that we discuss it later. In fact, we can still fight without information." Lund, the bear chief who pretended to be calm, said.
"Yes, I agree. We orcs are the best in the world in terms of combat power. There is no need to imitate weak humans and become intelligence spies." The Orc King Imon said with a slight sigh of relief.
The two strongest men sang and harmonized. What else could the other chiefs say? Just nod.
"Notification to all orcs, from today on, McBurgers is the mortal enemy of our orcs! Orion Barbecue Restaurant is our pride! From today on, you are no longer our intelligence chief, we appoint you as the special adviser on the barbecue economy,
In charge of the barbecue economy of the entire Orc Union!"
Hearing this, the intelligence chief was overjoyed.
"Great, this is my bounden duty! I am the chairman and special chef of the Orion Barbecue Joint Council. There is absolutely no problem in leaving it to me. This is much better than annoying intelligence work. You are really good at choosing people.
Employed!"
After hearing this answer, apart from Chief Eamon who was very happy to be flattered and still smiling proudly, all the chiefs had strange expressions on their faces.
"No, it's wrong to start from the wrong place. The wrong person was appointed from the beginning! You asked a chef to be the spy chief. It's no wonder if nothing goes wrong! Now that we are at war, it is necessary to start a chain of barbecue restaurants.
Did you make a mistake from the beginning? Just use spies as chefs. Stop using chefs as spies!" (To be continued...)
