If the Demon Sea completely isolates the Land of Shadows from the world, then the War Fortress is the watershed between the two forces in the alien continent.
The northern end of the War Fortress is the Rusty Plains of the Goblins, which is the birthplace of all technological products in this world. The southern end is the Golden Plains of the Orcs, and further south is the Flint Basin of the Dwarves.
Due to the ancient covenant, the orcs and dwarves have always been enemies of the same enemy, so no force dares to provoke them without reason, not even the dragons or elves.
As for the goblins, in the ancient magic era, they were ranked at the bottom of all the forces. This is because most of the goblins are born with thin bodies, and they are not very good at using psychic powers.
Those years were bleak for the goblins, and the goblin king became the most talked-about laughing stock among the bards, and even became an object of contempt for the world.
"If you don't practice hard, I will throw you to the rusty plains!" This sentence is what many ordinary people teach their children, and it also reflects the decline of the goblin clan from the side.
But the forces on all sides are just being unforgiving. After all, the earth elves have no redeeming qualities. Even if they make the other party become a slave and take them out, they will lose face.
However, after some discussions, the first generation of the great leader of the orcs and the first generation of the dwarf king began to persecute the goblins again.
Countless goblins were driven by the orcs, either grazing and farming day and night, or working as coolies to expand the main city. During the whole process, the goblins could only eat half a piece of moldy black bread every day. Can they drink it?
The water depends entirely on God's will, the sleeping time is less than three hours, and there is no bedding to speak of.
The lifespan of the goblins has dropped sharply to an average of forty years. In order to avoid the annihilation of the tribe, the goblins began to give birth to more children. However, due to the harsh living conditions, the number of newborns was not as good as the previous generation. This is why they have the "green-skinned" people today.
The nickname "Dwarf".
Looking at the dwarves, they were reluctant to do things so decisively at first, but in the end they still drove a large number of goblins into the mines to do the dangerous and arduous work for themselves.
Without seeing the sun all day long, if you wake up and pick up a pickaxe, you will be taken away if you are sick, but you will never be able to come back. You may die due to a mining accident, or die of illness, or die suddenly due to excessive exhaustion. In short, whether you are an orc or a dwarf,
, have indeed enslaved the goblins for countless years.
It was not until the previous generation of goblin kings inadvertently created the first technological product that the situation quickly improved. It was not until the emergence of the current goblin king Thrall Apollo that the fate of the goblins returned to the right track, and even now there are
Qualifications to compete with the other party.
The goblins have never been interested in any holy wars, and even the first holy war was not known until the third year after it ended.
The goblins only intend to take advantage of this chaotic situation to destroy the orcs and dwarves in one fell swoop. No matter what price they pay, it will not be a pity.
However, the war that was supposed to break out came to an end due to Gloria's sudden arrival. At least the goblins no longer had the idea of continuing to advance to the south of the alien continent, and had already followed the goblin king Thrall Apollo back to Alchemy Chen. p>
Perhaps it was because the Blood Servant Knight had never appeared in the alien continent before, or Gloria had never set foot on it personally. In short, as she watched the tens of thousands of Goblin Iron Cavalry gradually move away, a thunderous explosion erupted from the south of the War Fortress.
The roar sounds like madness.
"Two goblin airships crashed, and all hot air balloons were reduced to scrap metal!"
"One hundred armored beasts and three war golems have also collapsed! God, the goblins must have provoked some peak powerhouse. Great, this is really great!"
"Bah! No matter how lucky those green-skinned dwarfs are, if they dare to get even half a step closer to the war fortress, they will never be able to retain their tens of thousands of cavalry!"
The orc warriors and dwarf warriors laughed wildly while mocking the goblins. After all, even the bravest warriors do not want to set foot on the battlefield. This is not because of timidity, but because of the nature of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.
"Go on, the more this happens, the more vigilant and careful you should be. Send out the wolf cavalry, and I want to confirm whether the goblins really retreated like this."
"The duty rotation has been adjusted from three times a day to two times a day. Those who are sick and injured can return to Wudun City to recuperate, but as long as they are still in the war fortress for one day, everyone cannot take it lightly."
"Trash is trash. If it were me, I would not retreat even to the end!"
The leader of the orc clan issued the order in an orderly manner, and then laughed wildly, saying that the goblin clan's behavior was too outrageous and too hasty.
"No, I don't think things are as simple as they seem."
"In other words, looking at the entire world, who else besides the ancient ferocious beasts can make the goblins flee like a lost dog?"
The dwarf king shook his head when he heard this. Although he also took off his helmet, he seemed more cautious compared to the arrogant attitude of the leader of the orcs.
But no matter what, the goblin cavalry is indeed slowly evacuating. Therefore, the war fortress always seems to be extremely noisy, and many people have even begun to think about how to relax for a while.
There was laughter and laughter at the war fortress, but among the Hetula tribe, which was only a few tens of thousands of meters away, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
"Is this really the end, or is it a new beginning? Is the beginning really the beginning? What may follow will be even more surprising."
"All high-level shaman psychics and above can no longer assist War Fortress. This may be my last order as the 'Oracle', so I hope you can obey."
"When this person gets old, he always seems to lack energy. It seems that I haven't recited the prayers of the old gods for a long time. I think that the first time was when the sun was about to set. It was only more than four thousand years ago." The Oracle Regeni sat cross-legged in front of the bonfire. This old man's end was approaching, and he would probably die completely if he experienced another kind of suffering.
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But even if he is about to reach the end of his life, he still chooses to protect the golden plain and the agreement he made with the oracle of the previous generation, no matter how hard he is not seen by the big leader.
The prayers of the old gods were chanted in the orc language. During the entire two hours, all the shamans present did not dare to look at Regeni, lest they could not suppress the resentment that had been buried deep in their hearts for many years.<
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As for the new oracle Constance, she had long since burst into tears. After all, the Hetura tribe is so good, and her only relative will die in the not-too-distant future. How can she not be sad?
What?
"Everyone has to experience birth, old age, illness and death. Even those ancient ferocious beasts are absolutely unable to override the laws of nature. I have said this countless times before."
"Then...when the time comes, rather than recalling the past, I would rather protect the golden plain again. After all, this is my hometown and the mother who gave birth to me."
"Let's go, everything will be decided when it gets dawn again. But you have to remember, no one is allowed to take action except me, otherwise my death will be in vain."
Regeni sighed, took a pot of ale, and drank happily. However, no one said anything to stop him this time. After all, he was about to die, so what did it matter if he drank some wine?
That night, Regeni told the origin story of the shaman psyker for the last time, and emphasized that the meaning of the shaman psyker's existence was to protect the golden plain, not to be an enemy of the big boss.
When the first ray of morning light emerged from the horizon, Regeni slowly stood up and walked step by step towards the war fortress. A group of high-level shamans and psykers behind him followed suit, but everyone's face was full of worry.