Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1240 The Real Enemy

The seemingly endless dark clouds in the sky suddenly rolled up, and finally turned into a giant ghost with a turban and a dark complexion. One eye stared cruelly at Hill, while the other side seemed to be rolling with electricity under the blindfold. Flash and thunder.

On his side, the storm swept the yellow sand, and under his feet, acid rain, lightning and hail rolled in the whirlwind.

Hill smiled softly, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Or... Should I say, I have known you for a long time, Gruumsh, the orc god."

"Huh?" Talos' eyes flickered, but a smile appeared on his face, "Why... don't you think I'm Horus of Mulhorand?
He who inherited the last bit of Ray's divine power is more like Talos, right? "

Hill's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his mind sank slightly... Gruumsh admitted it so easily?

"Instead of thinking that a loser can devour Toril's God of Storms, I believe in the winner's pursuit while it's hot." Hill said lightly.

"He wants Lei's lightning power." Talos...or Gruumsh, who controlled this aspect, smiled disdainfully, "Unfortunately, at that time, I happened to be devouring Lei's ability.

His luck is not so good, but mine is not so bad, isn't it? "

"Our Trasil..." Hill quickly cut off his words as soon as he opened his mouth, "I'm not interested either, I asked you why.

For the God of Beastmen, there was no need to ask why this kind of thing happened. "

"Then... I still have to say something." Gruumsh said in a strange tone, "It's just weird, there are so many elves in your world, and it's just right for my animal experiments!

It's perfect, isn't it?
If it weren't for that white wolf who would rather die in the abyss in the end, the current Trasil should have entered my Shura field long ago! "

Hill tilted his head and showed a cold smile: "Then... let's go to war!"

Before he finished his words, 12 hurricanes swept across the flying sand and rocks and rushed towards Gruush... Hill wanted to see how he, who was supported by the natural power of the wind element, and the tower controlled by Gruush Incarnation of Ross, who is more favored by the wind!

Gewush laughed wildly: "Ha~ you arrogant brat! I want to see what good things Corellon can raise!"

Hill's hand paused slightly, and he couldn't help but say in a straight voice: "Compared to Corellon, I think you should look at the tree where you were born."

"World Tree?" Gruumsh paused for two seconds before continuing, "There is no need to bring up the place that has been left long ago.

Even if it is him, as long as there is a chance, I will do it... Conquest and killing are the most real existence! "

Hill sneered: "Of course I don't think you will have any positive emotions, but I... don't intend to seek revenge on you as an elf!

I!It is Hill from Trasil, son of the World Tree! "

With a swipe of his slender and powerful fingers, countless dust particles suddenly condensed into chains and went straight to Talos.

Gewush laughed loudly, and four dark walls appeared beside him... It was the entropy light shield, a domain spell that could make long-range attack spells have a 20% chance of failure.

Yet he couldn't help 'Huh? ' with a sound.

The chains from Hill unexpectedly all passed through the four walls and rushed directly towards him.

He cursed angrily... but for him who has been fighting Corellon for many years, this is nothing unusual.

The elf who will be strangled to death by him sooner or later always has this kind of inexplicable luck... so no matter how well-prepared his enemy is, he will give him a chance to escape from death, and then turn the situation into victory.

For example, Rose's well-prepared rebellion...Gruumsh didn't understand how he played the failed ending from the beginning to the end.

With Corellon's divinity, coupled with the blood of the World Tree that is always surrounded by natural blessings, he can still understand such things with a higher degree of luck...Understanding!Why didn't one block it?
Gruumsh, who has never had a high degree of luck, and always encountered inexplicable failures in hell, became angry: "Lucky! Everyone deserves to die!"

Hill, who was being scolded, blinked... It's not surprising that Gruumsh hates him, even if he is a child of World Tree, Corellon's divinity also exists in him... But the biggest reason is that he Fortunately, it still surprised him a little.

"Why are you in a daze!" Fran, who had been silent behind him, reprimanded softly.

His crystal ball directly rushed to the top of the two of them, and the brilliant rainbow light directly blocked the countless lightning beams thrown by Gruumsh, hitting an unusually brilliant brilliance in the area between the two sides.

Gruush laughed maniacally: "If you want to use a pile of dirt to restrain me, you naive brat!"

What he is using now is the body of a monster!
The Thunder Spear floated behind him, and Gruumsh's muscles tensed, intending to break the sand chains that bound him, and then threw it at the two mages with brute force.

Gee!
Do you think you can resist the great power of Gruumsh with a weapon deflection spell?
Not even Corellon could magically dodge his spear!

Ok?
Gruumsh moved his arm again, but the chain remained motionless.

He lowered his head and glanced fixedly: "This is the power of the World Tree? You were rolled out by the World Tree with the mud under your feet, right?"

Hill quietly rolled his eyes, and silently put on a pair of gloves woven with mithril and fine gold threads.

"Ah! Strength! I will not lose to a brat!" Gruumsh roared angrily, exhausting all his strength, and finally shattered the chains on his body layer by layer.

"Haha~" Gruumsh laughed happily, and then directly rushed towards Hill with the wind... Their storms canceled each other out.

Hill could feel that as Gruumsh blew himself up, his storm power became weaker and weaker...Toril's original power was denying his existence.

He waved his hand, and the 12 hurricanes rose again, crashing into the huge figure that was coming straight at him.

Frank moved slightly, and endless flames shot out from the magic ball, and were directly drawn into Hill's hurricane.

"Ah..." Gruumsh roared impatiently, "Damn it! Two beat one!
I... am not without help, come out! "

Hill couldn't help but look around: Velsharun shouldn't be that stupid, right?

Then he saw a huge orc rushing towards him in the distance: huge muscles, dirty brown skin and dark green eyes, wearing thick inlaid leather armor and iron gloves.

The fangs protruding from both sides of the mouth are the kind of pale bones that have been gnawed.

Bag pestle.

Hill couldn't help but look up at the sky: the gods of Toril can't go down to the world, but the orc gods jumped out one by one!
How long had it been since Inavo was beaten back?

What's going on in AO's head?
Gruumsh's joyous laughter was cut off abruptly.

His reckless... basically brainless son rushed out obediently, but he didn't even know who the enemy was, so he directly fought with the undead on the ground.

Bagchu's brute force is indeed very strong, and he can kill many knights around him with a wave of his hand... However, the number of undead knights is not tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands or even millions!

The huge orc with a head that was basically the same as a stone stepped on the elf under his feet happily, even forgetting why his father called him out.

Gewush roared angrily twice. However, the undead's attack was not completely meaningless. Even if Bagchu realized what he was here for, facing the undead that had already formed an array, he would lose his life. The ability to rush out again... This savage orc has never used weapons or armor, and it is indeed very useful when facing a single enemy.

But the undead... just happened to be the most difficult type for him to deal with.

Gewush snorted coldly: "Sages! Still not coming out!"

A mountain in the distance shook slowly, and a tall, skinny orc with dark eyes and skin and a black cloak walked out slowly.

　Impulsive and hot-headed, the god Horus is ruthless and cold, maintaining a perpetually stern attitude and speaking in a commanding tone.

　
(End of this chapter)