The first ray of morning light descended on the golden plain, and the roars of beasts came one after another from the habitat of all beasts. The green grass was evaporated by the sun, and its fragrance mixed with the dew-soaked soil to create a unique smell.
However, the deep rumbling sound became more and more clearly audible, and hundreds of wolf riders opened the way, each with the level of a high-level professional.
Behind the palace was the entire Hetura tribe. However, the Oracle who was supposed to be protected was instead accompanied by a fair-skinned middle-aged man. He looked like he was following every step, just like an apprentice accompanying his mentor on a trip.
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A chilling atmosphere swept across the central area of the golden plain, and all the wolf cavalry were seen pulling out of the corners, and the giant wolf under them roared again and again.
Looking from the corridor, a pair of orc patrols consisting of more than a dozen people were standing not far away. They seemed surprised to see such a battle in the hinterland of the golden plain.
The owl's ankle was suddenly broken, and then the owl let out a scream and flew towards Wudun City with fluttering wings. Immediately, the leading patrol officer took a step forward and bowed to someone at the end of the corridor.
"Greetings to the Oracle, I don't know why you came to Wudun City this time. You might as well tell me first so that I can go back and report to the big leader in advance."
Although the patrol officer spoke respectfully, he did not kneel down to the oracle as customary. The voice-over clearly said: It is unbecoming of etiquette for you to mobilize troops and mobilize people like this, even if you are an oracle.
As for the owl whose ankle was broken, he quickly returned to a camp outside Wudun City, where hundreds of orc warriors were stationed all year round, guarding against some young people taking advantage of the situation day and night.
Oracle Constance sighed after hearing this, secretly thinking that this might be the fate of the orcs, and she could not change it at all. The soul of the candle dragon was floating in the air, but it cast its gaze into the distance.
There was total silence, whether it was the hundreds of wolf riders or the oracle the other party spoke of. It seemed that what stood at the end of the corridor was not some pillar of faith, but a more mysterious existence.
"But some ants dare to block my way..."
"You just died. You are not worthy of me to take action. You are too weak. You are really too weak..."
The fair-skinned middle-aged man first murmured to himself, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The patrol consisting of more than a dozen people instantly turned into flames, and screams cut through the sky, disturbing countless birds and beasts.
The power of life passed quickly, and finally came out of the body and turned into pure white flames. After a few seconds, those guys disappeared completely as if they had never appeared.
The wolf riders continued to move forward, but after experiencing the power at such a close distance, they no longer had any disobedient thoughts. On the contrary, the wolf riders belonging to the Hetula tribe were even more happy for this to happen. After all, they only knew how to do it.
He follows the Oracle and hates the leader of the orcs who has occupied the Temple of Gaia for millions of years.
However, this action that I don't know should be called a "rebellion" was not caused by the Oracle, but by an outsider from a mysterious space.
Time passed by minute by second, and after more than two hours, the wolf riders stopped again. This time, hundreds of orc iron riders appeared. Each one was wearing heavy armor, and the blades they held glowed with cold light.
The concept of the Orcs is different from that of many powerful parties. After all, the great leaders of the past dynasties are the strongest. Therefore, compared to Udun City itself, the defenses outside the city appear more terrifying.
Therefore, it can be said that the immediate combat power of these hundreds of orc cavalry can already hold back the strongest for more than ten minutes, and the news has long been spread back to Wudun City.
"I should ask the Oracle, whether you are planning to overthrow Wudun City by raising an army like this."
"As the pillar of faith of our orcs, you should think twice before acting. All wolf-riding brothers can put away their weapons first. After all, there is no reason to kill each other among the same clan!"
The leader was a newly promoted great swordsman, a peak powerhouse. His attitude towards the Hetura tribe was even more unscrupulous. Not to mention saluting, he was sitting on a war horse from beginning to end, and the giant sword in his hand was even more unscrupulous.
Shaking slightly.
If this situation had happened in the past, the Wolf Riders would have fought each other to the death even if they were not strong enough. But today they were completely unmoved, and many of the Wolf Riders even showed cruelty or pity in their eyes.
smell.
This time, not even the Oracle Constance can stop the absolute being. After all, no matter how little the other party understands the world, she can still sense the other party's arrogant attitude.
"You are not even qualified to be 'food'. Since you are so arrogant, then taste the taste of aging."
"If you are really strong, you will be able to defeat my methods in an instant. If you are not strong, then you ants can only linger for a few more days. You should reflect on your own stupidity as soon as possible."
The fair-skinned middle-aged man was seen floating out from the end of the corridor as he spoke, and finally hovered in front of the Hetura tribe.
A finger in the void caused space to distort, and then countless life forces poured into his body. Similarly, the so-called elite iron cavalry of the orcs had their muscles atrophy one by one and became old. What's worse, they even lost their heavy armor.
Neither can be supported.
"It seems that I am still too frivolous. The Lord of Nothingness once said that when facing the enemy, you should do your best. There is absolutely no possibility of forgiving the other party."
"Then... you ants, just die. After all, in this dimension, I can still protect the waiter."
The fair-skinned middle-aged man thought about it for a while, then gave up the idea of forgiving the other party, and chose to kill the other party completely so as not to leave any hidden dangers to himself.
A moment later, a large grassland stained red by blood appeared. The armor that was supposed to protect the owner was now stained red by blood, and was eventually eroded by wind and rain.
"Okay, let me handle the rest of the matter myself."
"You must not go beyond my steps. It is too arrogant for a territory made up of ants to dare to disturb me twice."
The fair-skinned middle-aged man was really the candle dragon in human form. As he spoke, the index finger of his right hand suddenly glowed with light.
Everyone, including the oracle Constance, trembled in their souls for an instant, unable to think of any resistance. It was a fire that could ignite the soul, and even the most powerful people could not resolve it.
Later, Zhulong actually taught a group of wolf riders, saying that only by killing the enemy can he protect the pillar of his faith.
Originally, the oracle Constance was planning to refute a few words, but the split soul stopped her in advance, implying that she must not ruin Lord Zhulong's interest at this time, otherwise even if she is an oracle, she will definitely
die.
The gate of Wudun City was easily destroyed by Zhulong, and half of the city wall was even taken away. The orcs in the city were panicked, and the disaster happened for some unknown reason.
The wolf riders raised their chests and raised their heads, the giant wolves under their crotches howling, and the scimitars in their hands were shining with cold light. Many people saw the oracle Constance and could only kneel on the ground and pray to the oracle.
Means turn danger into safety.
However, Constance, the oracle, did not say a word from beginning to end. It was as if those totem poles of faith no longer protected the orcs and no longer descended on the city of Udun.
Anyone who dared to stop him was killed by the middle-aged man at the head. From the beginning to the end, he was not contaminated with any filth and floated in the air like a ghost.
The dirty blood soaked into the bluestone road, awakening the mud stains that had been dormant for an unknown period of time, and saw the light of day again. Perhaps those mud stains happened to record the former Temple of Gaia and the current city of Udun.