"Lord Gloria, do you think we should go to Udon City first, or go directly to Black Crystal Castle to empty out the dwarves' treasure house?"
The drizzle quickly calmed down the war fortress that was originally filled with gunfire, but it also blurred the distant scenery. The female worm Alberto asked softly, seeming to be in a good mood.
Although it is not as resistant to sunlight as Gloria, as a female soul butterfly, it prefers this kind of gloomy and dull weather.
"This should be the so-called 'moistening things silently', it's really a strange sight."
"It's a good idea to go directly to Wudun City, but I think before that, we should visit more. After all, we can't miss a good show."
Gloria nodded when she heard this, but then shook her head. She didn't say anything more, but slowly walked towards the southern end of the alien continent, looking like a traveler.
The giant whale Leviathan, who had yet to recover from his serious injury, did not dare to stand in any way this time. After all, with the strength of his ancient ferocious beast, he was unable to heal his wounds through super-speed regeneration.
At this point, the dilapidated war fortress was completely reduced to a dead zone, with no goblins invading and no cavalry roaring.
The rain seemed to be getting heavier again, and at the foot of the Wolf Creek Mountains tens of thousands of meters away, the orcs and dwarves who had originally fled also made a choice again.
"Now that the big leader and the clan mother are gone, I order all the orc cavalry to return to Wudun City immediately and do their best to protect the two princes!"
"Lord Oracle Constance, I also hope that you can lead the shaman psychics to Udon City. After all, the Gaia Temple is inviolable, otherwise it will be a great shame for the orcs!"
Bam, the number one warrior of the orcs, the brother of the big leader Luca, the lion clan berserker, the great swordsman, and the holder of the demon leg bones (a pair of short-handled axes).
I saw Bam saying this, and he seemed to be responsible. However, everyone present could see that his eyes were still red and swollen, but no one pointed out.
The commander nodded silently when he saw this, and then led the remaining cavalry to move forward. After all, there are many ethnic groups in the Golden Plains, so the first priority is to protect the two princes.
Oracle Constance sighed, but her steps seemed a little frivolous. After all, she had been casting spells for more than ten hours continuously, which even the most powerful person could not bear.
Under the escort of thousands of wolf cavalry, all shaman psychics temporarily abandoned the Hetura tribe and chose to return to Udon City and the Temple of Gaia.
"King, let me stay too, I only need five hundred cavalry."
"After all, if these guys take advantage of the situation, our dwarves will never have a good life."
Compared with the miserable situation of the orcs, the dwarves seem not to be seriously injured. Charles, the dwarf commander, the stone-skinned warrior, the peak powerhouse, and the holder of the Grasp of Judgment (two-handed hammer).
He only thought for a moment and then said this. As one of the people who best understands the secrets of the dwarves and the orcs, he will never let anyone disturb the peace of the alien continent.
The dwarf king raised his eyes and looked at this old friend who had followed him for many years. He said nothing from the beginning to the end, but when he turned around, he threw the wine bottle on his waist to the other party.
More than half a month and an hour later, among the forces still standing at the foot of the Wolf Creek Mountains, one was the orc berserker Bam, the second was the dwarf commander Charles and 500 cavalry, and the third was a group of ferocious faces.
Outsiders are watching with eager eyes.
"I didn't expect that the leader of the orcs, Luca, would die. It's a pity, it's such a pity. Originally, that should be my achievement."
"Is the other party planning to stop us? It's just two ants, who can challenge us?"
The leader of the troll clan paused for a moment with the guillotine (two-handed axe) in his hand, and then the tens of thousands of troll clan behind him roared like a mountain and a tsunami.
From the "ring-level masters" with fangs wearing iron rings, to the childish five or six-year-old children, the trolls are the most bellicose group. It is precisely because of this ferocity that they have the courage to treat thousands of
Return to the alien continent in the year.
Afterwards, nursery rhymes praising the River of Ancestors sounded, and the trolls drew their weapons one after another, seeming to be more and more ready to eat each other alive.
"The Old Gods absolutely do not want the tragedy of fratricide to happen again, but how could the Old Gods know that the children you are protecting are not good people."
"As long as I am still alive, I should deal with all the top experts among the opponents. I am not interested in any power. I simply intend to take this opportunity to train myself."
"I think back to those days, when the big leader Luca had not yet been born, and the previous generation of dwarves was just a young boy. He came to me for advice more than once, but every time he ran away crying."
"I didn't expect that the Shaman Psychic would one day abandon the Hetura tribe. That old guy Regeni must have died too, otherwise why can't I feel his aura."
"As people get older, they talk more. Two minutes. After all, this is a war, not a simple discussion."
The speaker was a scrawny old man, but as he spoke, everyone present shut their mouths. Only the iron rings made a crisp sound when they collided with each other.
If the giant python brother and sister in the world are existences that awe all ancient ferocious beasts, and if the "Augu Iron Triangle" was once proud of the Augu Continent, then the name "Camus" is comparable to the orc gods in the alien continent.
Oracle, the terrifying existence of the troll astrologer.
The seven-ringed troll Camus was a powerful peak warrior for thousands of years, and was the mentor of the previous generation of dwarf kings. However, as the trolls were expelled from the alien continent, Camus also faded out of the world's sight.
, until he suddenly appeared again today.
Camus didn't have his own weapons, or he firmly believed that he didn't need any external help. He casually borrowed a wooden spear from a troll child behind him, and when he turned around, the coercive force fell from the sky.
The space became distorted as a result, and the real sense of oppression shattered all the trees in front of him. Camus' whole body was wrapped in fighting spirit, and he shot towards the opponent.
It is just a plaything in the hands of a child, but at this moment, it has penetrated the natural stone skin of the dwarf commander Charles. The majestic fighting spirit raged in Charles' body, and he also turned into a blood mist.
Short body, sweeping, and sheathing the spear. The movements are completely natural, as if they have been imprinted on Camus's soul. This is his combat skill, nameless but exquisite.
I saw the orc berserker Bam whose hands were shortened at first, and then died due to the fighting spirit entering his body. In just two moves, Kai Miao killed two peak powerhouses, appearing calm and leisurely.
Carefully wipe off the blood stains on the spearhead, and then return it to the troll child. There was a deathly silence at the foot of the Wolf Creek Mountains, but I didn't expect that it would even reach the peak.
"The five hundred dwarf cavalry bothered the patriarch to send someone to deal with them. I don't like to attack the weak." Camus said as he turned his attention to the northern border of the alien continent. It seemed that there was someone he was more interested in.
Getting closer, that is the battle he pursues.
Immediately, the leader of the troll clan waved his hand, and the five hundred ring-level warriors took a step forward and started fighting with the five hundred dwarf cavalry. This is the troll clan, so stubborn that they don't know what their advantage is, and they are so stupid that they are too arrogant. "Lord Patriarch, I feel that something is wrong, or I can't calm down."
"If the death of the Oracle and the leader of the orcs was at the hands of the goblins, then where are the goblins at this moment? Don't think those green-skinned dwarfs would miss such a good opportunity!"
Just when the trolls were proud of their victory, Astrologer Si Lan reminded him like this. Then he seemed to sense some danger, and slowly turned his attention to the northern border of the alien continent.