On the city wall covered with thick ice, the frost wind of Harrogath was dancing. Qualkek, wearing the armor of the Immortal King and holding the giant two-handed war hammer in the suit, stood quietly on the edge of the city wall.
It's not yet dawn, and even with the short days and long nights in the Arreat Mountains, this kind of skylight means it's still too early for dawn.
But as the leader of the barbarian clan, Qualkek couldn't sleep at all.
Tomorrow... no, in the early morning of today, or in a few hours, they will launch a counterattack that is related to the destiny of the family.
If they win, everyone will naturally be happy, and Harrogas will immediately turn around from the passive situation.
But once you lose...
Qualkek looked back at the exhausted soldiers below the city and the stone castle of his hometown not far away, shadowy in the wind, snow and night.
No, they will not lose, and they must not lose!
Normally, the proud leader of the barbarian clan would never place all his hopes on a foreigner.
No matter how big his name is!
But now he can't think of any other way.
The available troops in the city are already stretched thin, and countless barbarian warriors and other professionals fall on the battlefield every day.
Harrogath's war potential is rapidly being depleted, and due to delays in intelligence, the nearest reinforcements are still far away in the Salva Forest.
It will take at least half a month for them to get here.
But if the consumption continues under the current situation, Harrogas may have become a dead city by the time reinforcements arrive in half a month.
Currently, Harrogath is still protected by a shield cast by the sacrifices of the elders, but this shield can only last for a week at most.
There are only two remaining bastions outside the city. If the shields fail, it is conceivable that the hell army will immediately increase its offensive intensity.
Harrogath can no longer withstand the consumption, and neither can the Worldstone Hall.
The evil rituals of the hell cultists on the frozen highlands may start at any time. Once the Arreat Mountains are polluted into demonic soil, even if the parliament sends all the elite legions stationed in the second world to fill this damn hole, it will not be possible at all.
It's impossible to stop Baal from destroying the Worldstone!
So he had no other choice but to take a risk.
"Big Chief, do you really believe that that foreigner can bring us victory?"
A voice suddenly sounded from beside Qualkek. He turned around and saw that the person coming was his right-hand man, the leader of the barbarian army known as the "Mad Butcher" - the legendary barbarian Clough.
"I believe in him, I can only believe in him, and I must believe in him."
Qualkek glanced at Clough, then turned back to stare at the deep, windy black night outside the city wall.
Less than two kilometers away in front of him, the largest number of "servants (servants of Baal)" in the army of Hell were glaring at the walls of Harrogath with their bright red evil eyes.
Once these eyes with evil and malicious intent gather in large numbers, they will shine like a terrifying star even in this snowy night where one cannot see anything.
Qualkek almost saw a sea of stars - extending into the endless distance along the narrow terrain of the Bloody Hills.
Clough followed the leader's gaze and quickly understood the pressure on the leader's shoulders.
He fell silent.
As the commander-in-chief of the barbarian army and the deputy leader of the entire barbarian tribe, he has been personally leading the army to fight bravely on the battlefield in the past few days.
He is the one who knows best how serious the legion's losses are.
The barbarian tribe cannot continue to consume like this. In recent days, even ordinary people who are not professionals or mercenaries have gone to the battlefield with crude weapons!
If this continues, even if they finally receive reinforcements, the entire tribe will be doomed.
The torches on the top of the city were burning in the cold wind, making crackling sounds from time to time.
Special animal fats are added to these torches to make them difficult to extinguish and resistant to harsh winter conditions.
But no matter how powerful the grease is, it can't resist the erosion of the blizzard. The endless cold wind will eventually win, and the torch will never be able to defeat the harsh winter.
They will go out.
Just like the current situation of the barbarian tribe.
"I heard about the Necromancer from Macas. It is said that he single-handedly broke into the Demon God's palace and killed a Demon God clone with his own hands!
Also, although it’s a bit exaggerated, even the parliament has guaranteed what happened in Port King, and it was he who killed the Skeleton King..."
Clough swallowed with a dry mouth.
"I mean, someone with such a legendary record shouldn't be a liar in vain."
Clough's title is "The Mad Butcher", but that only describes his state after opening his original prototype, and does not mean that he is really a madman.
Since receiving the order from the big leader from Anya, he began to inquire about Xue Hua from another legendary paladin, that is, the legendary strongman who just returned from the second world.
The legendary paladin's name is Max. He also joined the Demon Slayer Legion on the front line of the Second World, so he knows a lot about Xue Hua.
He vividly relayed to Clough the rumors he heard from a friend who was still serving in the Demon Slayer Corps - this rumor described how Xue Hua single-handedly broke into the collapsing underground prison of Cui Fank, and
Defeated the clone of the King of Hatred on his territory.
I have to say, this is indeed an impressive story.
But because it was too legendary, Clough didn't dare to believe it all.
But now, he must believe it, because if he doesn't believe it, he won't know how to encourage the great boys under his command tomorrow.
"Yeah, he can't be a liar."
Qualkek sighed and turned around to stop looking at the twinkling "starry river" outside.
He picked up his war hammer and walked down the city ladder without saying a word.
Seeing him like this, Clough couldn't help but sigh, and with a worried expression on his face, he turned around and walked back to the military camp at the foot of the city wall.
...
At the same time, inside a strange temple whose specific location is unknown in the Arreat Mountains, in a dark and cold room, the flame of the large oil lamp on the wall not only failed to illuminate the small space, but because of its
The light, which was not very bright, covered the entire room with a strange, numbing yellowish layer.
In the center of the room, Elder Nilasek was wrapped in a thick blue silk robe and kneeling on a piece of thick velvet, his head lowered and his eyes closed, as if he was deep in thought.
Suddenly, the lights on the wall swayed violently, and Niracek's shadow reflected on the wall immediately began to dance like a demon.
He opened his eyes suddenly and raised his head, his face as tense as a corpse that had died of frost.
"what do I do?"
"Why...leave me alone!"
"The tribe will not be able to survive...Quar'Kek has listened to the lies of outsiders!"
"Tomorrow...tomorrow..."
Niracek's face became hesitant and frightened. He stood up, bit his finger almost uncontrollably, and scrawled on the surrounding walls with his own blood over and over again.
Looking along the trace of light left by the dim light, the wall was clearly covered with dark red crazy murmurs.
what do I do!?
Why did you leave me alone?!
Who can help me!
The tribe cannot be destroyed!
But I can't stop...
Just as Niracek was frantically painting on the wall with his own flesh and blood, a very seductive voice suddenly came from the depths of his mind.
