A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"The great Phoenix God - Bennu!

You are the God of Fire!

The God of Eternal Life!

The God of Soul!

I am willing to accept your divine power with myself as a carrier!

Let the hottest flames purify everything!"

Accompanied by the solemn and low chanting, the red light column symbolizing the divine power instantly turned into a flying flame.

Behind Dumbledore, it was as if a pair of huge wings made entirely of fire were spread out like a phoenix.

There is no doubt that the amulet in his hand is the holy emblem of the Phoenix God Bennu.

Or he had concluded a contract of faith and soul with this god from his "hometown" a long time ago.

After all, after coming to this world, Dumbledore learned through reading theology and religious books that mortals must have a belief and a unique patron saint, otherwise they will face all kinds of troubles.

The most critical point is the belonging of the soul after death.

Because those who do not have a clear belief and patron saint will eventually be judged in the City of Judgment in the Hazy Realm, and then choose the closest god according to their behavior and beliefs in their lifetime.

If the god accepts this soul as his believer, then the messenger will take it back to the corresponding country.

If he does not accept it or is simply a false believer, the result is probably that he will be punished with hard labor or sent to the Wall of No Believers.

Although the new death god Kelanwo has been discussing with the gods to dismantle this threatening and intimidating thing, it has been opposed by many gods.

So for a long time in the future, the Wall of No Believers will still be something that mortals need to be extra vigilant about.

In order to avoid his soul falling into the hands of someone he doesn't like after his accidental death, Dumbledore chose the most acceptable belief after careful consideration, that is, Bennu, the God of Phoenix.

On the one hand, both of them come from the same world, and the phoenix has always been the patron saint of the Dumbledore family. They are born with a very close connection in their roots;

On the other hand, the concepts and doctrines of most gods in the continent of Faerun are too extreme, and he himself cannot regard Zuo Si as an object of faith, so the relatively neutral God of Phoenix has become the most ideal choice.

So strictly speaking, Dumbledore is born to be the most ideal voter of Bennu.

It's just that he had always refused to let the power enter his body.

But now facing another powerful god's chosen one, he finally chose to break the seal.

At this moment, the magic robe on the old man who has lived for more than a hundred years has been completely burned, revealing a figure and muscles that are more exaggerated than Lonte Blood Eye.

And due to the influence of the high temperature flames, these muscles look like they are roasted and appear black and red, and the hardness is comparable to hard cast iron.

The thick arms, back muscles, abdominal muscles and thighs are full of explosive power.

To be precise, the part of the power of Bennu, the god of the Phoenix, representing nirvana and rebirth, has reshaped and strengthened his body through the flames that just gushed out.

"Is this the power? I feel like I can strangle an ancient dragon with my bare hands now!"

Dumbledore raised his right hand and clenched his fist, feeling the unprecedented powerful force, then took off his glasses with the other hand and threw them to his old lover not far away.

"Here, help me get it."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Grindelwald took the hot glasses subconsciously, his eyes fixed on the large area of ​​skin on the other person's body that was constantly steaming and emitting high temperature.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, better than ever before.

No wonder so many people in Faerun dream of becoming the chosen of a certain god.

It turns out that after becoming a chosen and receiving divine power, to some extent, they have reached the minimum requirement to harm or even kill a god.

And this divine power is simply unmatched for most mortals."

While explaining, Dumbledore tried to activate the divine power through the unique bloodline of his family, and suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed out.

Boom! ! ! ! !

Just one second later, he smashed straight to the position where Lonte Bloodeye was like a meteorite.

The terrifying impact force, and the subsequent sky-high flames, directly melted and evaporated everything within a radius of dozens of meters around.

A group of orcs who tried to rush over to help disappeared completely without even a second, leaving behind not even a bit of bone residue and black carbide.

When the flames and splashing magma completely dissipated, the others saw two burly figures fighting at a very fast speed in the huge lava pit at the center of the impact.

Among them, Lonte Bloodeye still used the artifact battle axe, but the speed of swinging it became faster and faster, and even the afterimage could not be seen clearly.

Dumbledore waved his fists wildly while casting his best wizard spells. He successfully hit the opponent several times and beat the powerful elect and orc warrior to pieces, and even a few teeth flew out of his mouth.

It is hard to imagine that this is a duel between a spellcaster and a warrior, but it is more like a duel between a monk and a warrior.

Since the source of the power of Bennu, the god of the Phoenix, is the soul well of the magic earth, after obtaining the divine power, Dumbledore can finally cast two systems of magic at the same time and completely transform into the strongest form.

He knew how difficult it was to defeat a chosen person with terrible magic resistance and immunity with ordinary magic power, so he decisively chose to use spells as an auxiliary means and rely on his fists blessed by divine power to deal real damage.

Although it was difficult to gain any advantage in such close combat due to the lack of melee professional level, fortunately, Bennu's eternal fire could give a person unlimited regeneration ability.

So Dumbledore was not afraid of fighting his opponent head-on and exchanging injuries for injuries.

Moreover, his muscles, as hard as copper and iron, made it impossible for the axe to cut too deep. Often, within one or two seconds after pulling it out, the wound would be restored to its original state under the repair of boiling burning blood.

Even his hair and beard were in the form of elemental flames, looking like a prince or lord from the plane of fire element.

"Ahhhh! I'm going to chop you into a paste!!!"

After being punched several times in the face and becoming bruised and swollen, Lonte Bloodeye was completely enraged and began to stimulate the violent blood given by the orc god in his body. His whole body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the only eye was completely covered in blood red.

"Hahahaha! Come on! Let's see who will fall down first!"

Dumbledore grinned and laughed without showing any weakness, exuding the aura of a lion.

There is no doubt that he was enjoying this kind of bloody battle, and even the severe pain of the axe chopping on his body became a stimulation that could make the brain and nerves extremely excited.

Now he understood why there were so many senior adventurers and mercenaries in the continent of Faerun. They had obviously earned wealth that could not be spent in several lifetimes, but still liked to go to those extremely dangerous places all day long.

Because only such a life can satisfy the heart that likes excitement and desires to encounter strong enemies.

In the final analysis, there is only one sentence!

Fighting - awesome!

Grindelwald, who was far away, couldn't help but sighed when he saw this scene: "I never thought I would see Albus like this again one day."

"Why, wasn't he like this before?"

Fanswick blinked in confusion.

"No, of course not.

Since he accidentally killed his sister, Albus has been immersed in pain and regret and can't extricate himself.

For this reason, he abandoned his original ambition and ideals and tried his best to make up for the mistakes he made. He was willing to play the perfect image expected by everyone and take the heaviest responsibility.

Although the whole wizarding world praised Albus Dumbledore's great achievements, only I knew that he was not happy.

Because the real Gryffindor lion should not be bound in a cage at all, but should be the king of the grassland.

But fortunately, all this is finally over.

Open your eyes and take a good look at him now!

Especially the excitement and joy on his face!

This is the great adventure we have always longed for when we were young!"

From the slightly excited tone, it is not difficult to hear that Grindelwald is happy for his old lover to walk out of the shadow of the past.

But before he could be happy for long, he soon found that many one-eyed orc warriors surrounded him from all directions.

No need to ask, they are all the most loyal believers of Gruumsh who rushed in through the sea of ​​fire in the opposite direction.

Because only the most fanatical guys would gouge out an eye to prove their loyalty and faith in God.

In return, they will get corresponding attribute upgrades, advanced professions and special abilities.

Among them are not only warriors, but also several priests of high level.

Generally speaking, one-eyed orcs are usually strong in the tribe, and are also the most hated enemies for adventurers and mercenaries.

Unlike ordinary orcs whose morale collapses easily, these guys often fight to the death with the blessing of faith, and even exchange their lives for their opponents before dying.

"Well, it seems that we can't stand aside and watch the show leisurely."

Grindelwald swept these one-eyed warriors and priests with contemptuous eyes, and directly activated the killer weapon that he had always held in his hand.

With a special activation spell being recited, the metal statue that was originally only the size of a palm expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a construct golem with a height of more than three meters and a body made of hard steel.

Unlike the traditional clumsy and slow golem, this one was obviously thinner, with limbs as sharp as knives and emitting a black mist that made the eyes have an illusion. You could vaguely see the skeleton-like structure inside.

Before the enemy could react, this behemoth quickly merged into the shadows, and did not make even the slightest sound from beginning to end.

The next second...

Puff!

A sharp blade appeared out of thin air and pierced through the chest of a priest from behind. The beating heart was directly picked up on the tip of the blade, and a lot of blood gushed out from the wound.

All the orcs around were stunned to watch this scene. Obviously, they did not expect that the golem, which has always been known for its resistance to beating and slow movement, could have such an outrageous stealth and sneak attack ability.

Just as they were about to rush up and get rid of this dangerous magic creation, a flash of red light suddenly flashed in the golem's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying negative energy gushed out of the body, sweeping all creatures within a radius of twelve meters.

Many orcs screamed in pain on the spot, kneeling on the ground with weak expressions and gasping for air.

Obviously, this is a standard high-level necromantic magic - [Negative Energy Shock Wave].

All creatures within the area of ​​effect will be drained of life force, and all undead creatures in the area will be healed.

From the above abilities, it is easy to see that this is not an ordinary steel golem, but a shadow steel golem.

Its manufacturing raw materials come entirely from the shadow plane, hence its name.

Due to its natural negative energy attributes, it is often the favorite guard of necromancers, lichs, vampires, and ancient mummy lords.

However, the large Shadowsteel Golem in front of him was obviously not built by Grindelwald himself.

Because his current spellcasting level is far from enough to create such top-notch magical creations.

Rather, it is a trophy obtained during the adventure.

Grindelwald is not its real master, he just gained higher-level control rights.

As for the real manufacturer, I am afraid that he has already become a part of unknown history together with the ancient underground tomb.

"Be careful with this golem! It is completely different from ordinary steel golems!"

A priest quickly cast a group healing spell and then shouted at everyone.

Since orcs are born with intellectual deficiencies, there are very few magic-casting professions like mages that rely on their brains. Naturally, they know very little about the shadowsteel golems that rarely appear in the main material plane, and they can't even name them.

"Hehehe, this little cutie of mine can't be solved by being careful."

Grindelwald smiled the iconic smile of the "big villain", then took out two wands that exuded strong necromantic arcane aura and began to activate the spells stored inside.

In the blink of an eye, a huge giant skeleton, ogre zombie, and ghoul appeared out of thin air, occasionally mixed with more powerful resentful spirits, demons, pterosaur zombies, etc.

Anyone who knows something about arcane magic, especially necromancy summoning magic, can tell that one of the two wands is a third-level summoning of undead creatures, and the other is a fourth-level summoning of undead creatures.

When the negative energy shock wave of the Shadowsteel Golem was released again, all these undead creatures immediately became more powerful and violent as if they had been given blood, and even completely overwhelmed the orcs who had an overwhelming advantage in numbers.

"Pastor! Get ready to disperse!"

The leading orc warrior was obviously aware of the danger and wanted to use the priest's natural ability to restrain undead creatures to get rid of these undead creatures.

You must know that the main god of the orcs, Gruumsh, is a standard evil god, so his priest's dispersal ability does not directly destroy it, but seizes control and transforms it into one's own combat power.

But it is a pity that Grindelwald, who is experienced in combat, could not give the opponent such an opportunity.

Before the orc priests could raise their holy symbols and shout the name of the god, the Shadowsteel Golem once again used its ability to escape into the shadows and move silently. Like a sharp knife, it rushed into the back row and slashed at the priests, constantly releasing negative energy. The shock wave interrupts the opponent's spellcasting concentration.

The extremely fast-moving ghouls, demons and ghosts took the opportunity to swarm up.

Vanswijk also took the opportunity to continuously release auxiliary and enhanced magical spells.

Blessing!

Anti-chaos array!

Silence!

Blind!

Prayer!

The power of group cattle!

The tenacity of group bears!

With the release of one large-scale magical spell after another, the undead, which had been greatly strengthened by the abundant negative energy, were as if they had been given blood. They could often knock down the strong orc warriors to the ground with one blow. .

However, this group of elite orcs was not a vegetarian. After realizing that the two of them were not easy to deal with, they immediately adjusted their strategy and began to let long-range shooters try to directly snipe the caster.

Because Vanswijk was not blessed with enough protective magic, he was hit on the shoulder by a penetrating arrow with a cold light on the spot. He jumped up from the ground with his feet, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, as a priest, he had been wearing strong magic armor, so the injury was not too serious. He pulled out the arrow and drank the healing potion and recovered within a few seconds.

Grindelwald was very smart to let a huge pterosaur zombie stand in front of him as a cover.

The two sides who were fighting fiercely on the ground did not notice it at all. In fact, the situation was also tense in the sky at this moment.

It's just that both sides changed from mortals to gods.

One side knows without asking that it is the orc pantheon headed by Gruumsh, while the other side is Zuo Si himself and his allies.

"Do you want to start a war with me?"

Gruumsh asked fiercely with a fierce look in his eyes.

The reason why he didn't choose to take action immediately was because the enemy's lineup in front of him was a bit too strong, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Not to mention that Zuo Si had already defeated an incarnation of himself before, but the simultaneous appearance of two powerful gods, Corellon, the elven god, and Moradin, the dwarf god, had already forced him to take action.

What's more, the God of Knowledge Ogma, the Goddess of Magic Midnight, the Goddess of Wealth Woking, the God of Tyranny Bane, the God of Justice Tyr, and the Natural Cycle and Degradation have not yet appeared, but their divine light is already looming behind Zuo Si. The goddess Talona and other powerful powers.

After all, the behavior of the orcs after they came to Faerûn has basically offended all the above gods.

You should know that the orcs' looting of civilization and burning of libraries have made the god of knowledge Oghma furious more than once;

The contempt for magic has made the goddess of magic Midnight very unhappy;

Their behavior of only knowing how to rob and never creating wealth has disgusted the goddess of wealth Waukin;

The destruction of order and rule by being homeless has made the god of tyranny Bane want to destroy the orc race more than once;

The god of justice Tyr has always hated orcs, and many paladins who serve him are proud to be called "orc killers".

As for Talona...

The whole world of gods knows that as long as Zuo Sixiang wants to do something, she will unconditionally support it.

Of course, the above are not all the enemies of the orc pantheon.

If it weren't for the fact that Shuna, the goddess of love and beauty, never liked fighting, she might have to be counted as one of them now.

After all, such an ugly, barbaric race that does not know how to appreciate beauty and has no love has no value in her eyes.

Looking at Gruumsh's guilty appearance, Zuo Si responded with a smile: "Start a war? No, no, no, the war between us started a long time ago."

"So the outsider named Thrall was a chess piece you deliberately arranged?"

Gruumsh's tone was filled with rage, and his eyes wished he could eat this damn enemy alive.

Because he never thought that there would be someone in the world who could unite all his enemies to form a terrible force.

"That's right!

I want him to tear up the foundation of your faith, bring the orcs of this world from chaos to order, and then completely expel you, a bunch of dirty bastards, from the continent of Faerun and even Toril.

This is the painful price you have to pay for offending me back then.

How about it, are you angry?

Hate me?

Want revenge?

But unfortunately, you can't do anything now, you can only watch all this happen.

Because if you dare to violate the new rules set by His Majesty Io, the God of Gods, after the turbulent years, then I naturally don't need to abide by them.

Believe me, I am better than you in killing and destroying.

In three days at most, I can make the entire orc race disappear forever from the planet Toril.

Not only that!

I will also be very happy to expand the scope of the war to other planes, and even to your country, the Orc Land.

How about it, do you want to try it?

I really like war!

And I look forward to making many planes of this universe burn together! "

As the last word came out, Zuo Si opened his arms and released the extreme evil in his body that connected to the multiverse, and the big devil and dragon form were looming behind him.

Faced with this naked provocation and threat, Gruumsh's eyes revealed a sinister and vicious light, and he wanted to attack several times, but he held back when the time came.

Because he knew very well that the guy in front of him who had climbed step by step from a mortal to his current position was not just bluffing, but really had the potential to take practical action.

Whether it is the impressive record of the elite demon army of the ninth level led by the Khorne angel Zariel on the bloody front, or the Eldrazi Titan that was originally sealed in the Abyss and suddenly disappeared not long ago, it proves that as long as Zuo Si is willing, he can start a cross-dimensional war that is enough to destroy the pantheon at any time.

The most important thing is that the rules set by the God of Gods Io are not actually restricting the orc gods, but protecting them.

If there were no rules to tear each other apart, Gruumsh would not dare to guarantee whether he would become the second Prince of Lies Xirik.

After all, Zuo Si, who never talks about martial ethics, has too dazzling records in several group fights, and has never left his opponents even the slightest chance to turn defeat into victory.

Coupled with the terrifying ability of his planeswalker, God knows what kind of helpers he will pull from other time and space and universes.

After a long silence, Gruumsh finally suppressed his anger and asked through gritted teeth: "If I follow the rules of the game, will you also follow the rules of the game?" Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes. After all, the devils of Baator are one of the most orderly races in this universe. We will never actively violate any contracts, laws and rules. Instead, we are its most loyal guardians. Moreover, compared to giving the enemy a quick death, I prefer to torture slowly and watch you lose faith little by little and never enter this world again." "Humph! Then wait and see! My believers and warriors will tear apart the outsider who doesn't look like an orc at all and the country he is going to establish!" After leaving this harsh word, Gruumsh decisively turned around and left with his wife, adjutant and children, without any nostalgia. The reason is simple. He knew that he would not get any advantage today. If the conflict continues to escalate, it will be overwhelmingly disadvantageous to him. After all, the eager expressions on the faces of Corellon and Moradin's incarnation are very telling. "Bah! What a coward! I thought this one-eyed bastard was not afraid of anything."

The dwarf god spat at Gruumsh as he left, his eyes revealing deep contempt.

"Don't worry, my friend, the fun has just begun. Since he doesn't have the courage to start a full-scale war, we just need to watch Soth's performance next."

The main god of the elves, Corellon, touched his chin with a playful expression.

As one of the most powerful gods in the world of Toril and even the entire universe, he had already predicted the final result of this plan, and also knew the real intention behind Zuo Si's threats and provocations.

In fact, it was the right choice for Gruumsh to start a war at this moment.

Because with Zuo Si's cautious character, he would never take such a big risk to wage war against so many planes with gods or even gods above gods at the same time.

At most, the orcs on Toril would be wiped out.

In other words, the biggest loss of the orc pantheon is the loss of a prime material plane.

But if they are scared off, what awaits them will be the birth of an eternal enemy that may cause the division and destruction of the pantheon.

Once Thrall's canonization successfully brings order, civilization and the power of elements to the orcs, the latter will immediately undergo earth-shaking changes, and then begin to abandon the original chaotic, backward and barbaric beliefs on a large scale.

And this process is irreversible.

As long as they have tasted the taste of civilization and order, no orc will be willing to return to the past life of poverty, stupidity and ignorance.

At that time, we only need to use the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, a well-connected transportation hub, to spread the faith. It won't take long for the faith to be connected with one plane after another.

"Hehe! I would do the same without you reminding me. After all, there are not many opportunities to appreciate the misfortune and impotent rage of Gruumsh."

Moradin laughed maliciously.

"Thank you for your trust. I promise that this performance will never disappoint you."

Zuo Si gracefully stroked his chest with one hand and bowed slightly.

Corellon encouraged with a faint smile: "Come on, I'm optimistic about you. In addition, the gift you sent before is very good. This is the first time I have seen the elf race from other time and space and universe. This provides me with important creative inspiration."

"As long as you like it. In fact, elves are a common race in the entire multiverse, and their appearance and personality characteristics are generally very similar. I even doubt whether they all have a common ancestor, or there is a source in the dark void."

Zuo Si directly stated his guess.

Since he has been studying the Dark Void recently and has obtained a lot of important information from Emrakul, the only one of the three Eldrazi Titans who has a self-awareness, he has gradually summed up some unique insights.

"Oh? You mean... all the elven races in the entire multiverse are affected by some unknown existence, so they show the result of evolution?"

Corellon instantly understood what the other party wanted to express.

Zuo Si nodded seriously: "Yes, that's what I want to say.

The Dark Void is actually not as dark, chaotic, desolate, and full of various dangers that are difficult to describe in words as many planeswalkers imagine.

Quite the opposite!

It actually has some abstract logic that cannot be normally understood.

The birth of all other time and space and universes, as well as various creatures that evolved later, even gods and wild gods can find corresponding prototypes in the Dark Void.

So one of my inferences is that the Dark Void is actually in a state of mutual influence with the real universe.

For example, when a universe comes to an end or is swallowed by an Eldrazi Titan, what it has Some matter and energy will return to the Dark Void in some form.

These energies and matter will preserve a lot of information from the previous universe, and then affect it when they flow into a newly born universe.

So it is not a coincidence that many time and space generally have humans, elves, dwarves, dragons, orcs and other creatures, but the result of this mutual influence.

And when I was exploring the Dark Void, I also found many distorted similar life forms. "

"It sounds interesting. The planeswalker is indeed a very enviable ability, which can actually peek into such a mystery that even the gods know nothing about."

Corellon showed a yearning look.

But unfortunately, his identity as a god determines that he can't have a spark at all, and naturally he can't become a member of the planeswalker.

"Remember to bring back some dwarves from other time and space next time. I am very curious about what the dwarves in other worlds look like and how they were created."

Moradin touched his thick beard and made a small request.

"No problem, I am very happy to serve."

Zuo Si agreed without hesitation.

While they were talking, the battle on the ground was finally coming to an end.

Relying on the powerful divine power granted by Bennu, the god of the Phoenix, Dumbledore used his fists to beat Lonte Bloodeye into a bloody mess. More than two-thirds of his bones were broken, and his mouth, nose and eyes kept spurting blood. Even if he turned on the rage, he couldn't move his severely damaged body.

On the other side, after killing all the priests, Grindelwald used the sea of ​​dead tactics created by Zuo Si to frantically strangle the fleeing orcs.

Obviously, this orc army sent to the Rongma grassland was completely useless.

However, it was obvious that there was not only one army that Gruumsh sent through divine power, but several, and most of them were not orcs from the local continent of Faerun.

Some of them came from other planes, and some came from other continents of Toril.

In short, in order to eliminate the threat of Thrall, the Orc God System almost spared no cost.

"Do you think that little guy named Thrall can withstand such a crazy counterattack?"

Corellon asked in an uncertain tone.

Zuo Si answered confidently: "Of course!

Because I have sent a group of real Scourge.

No matter how many troops the Orc God System sent over, it would be meaningless.

The only thing they can get is failure and death.

And the captives will also be digested and absorbed, and become the believers needed for Thrall to be deified."

"Scourge?"

Corellon was obviously very interested in this word.

Because he knew very well that with Zuo Si's character, he would never call any cat or dog "Scourge" casually.

Anything that can be called "Scourge" by him must have unimaginable destructive power.

"Do you know about the big melee that broke out in the abyss not long ago, and the large number of prisoners in the Well of Darkness who escaped?"

Zuo Si did not explain directly, but asked back with a smile.

Instantly!

Both Corellon and Moradin had a glint in their eyes.

As collaborators, they naturally could not be unaware of the conflicts that had broken out between Zuo Si and many evil gods and demon lords, such as the goddess of night, Shar.

But they were not quite sure what Zuo Si had done to instantly reverse the situation that was originally unfavorable to him.

Especially the serial wars between the demon lords, which had no signs of calming down until now.

But now, they seemed to understand the secret.

"So those powerful adventurers are all your subordinates?"

Corellon raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Zuo Si responded very straightforwardly: "No, they are not adventurers, but the fourth scourge with unlimited resurrection ability.

For them, no matter how dangerous and life-threatening the mission is, it is just a game.

Because what the outside world sees them is just a group of empty shells connected by the mind flayer psychic transmission technology, and their real souls are placed in another absolutely safe place.

This means that even if they are killed, they can be resurrected on the spot by replacing a new clone.

So my fourth scourge will not be afraid no matter how powerful the enemy is, but will exhaust the enemy alive through death again and again."

"Oh-I understand. Those orcs or half-orcs with strange behavior are all the helpers you arranged."

The dwarf god Moradin showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and immediately cast his eyes on the important town of Ilinwuer to the east of the Rongma grassland, which is also the place where the main force of Thrall is currently stationed.

In the market, taverns and inns, these guys who were out of tune with other orcs were excitedly discussing the upcoming war. They were not afraid or nervous at all, and they were even arguing over the best position to fight. Their equipment was much better than that of other orc warriors around them. Basically, everyone had at least six pieces of magic equipment.

Some even used high-level items with +3 and +4 enchantment levels.

What was even more outrageous was that among these orcs and half-orcs, there were arcane spellcasting professions such as warlocks and mages, and the proportion was not low.

Especially the strong and muscular orcs wearing tight robes were really full of disobedience.

There were also several women wearing eye-catching golden bikini metal armor, which was exactly the same as the glorious female orcs in Zuo Si's impression.

They were gathering together to discuss how to have a romantic encounter with the chief, and it was unknown whether Thrall could bear it.

In short, the appearance of these aliens directly made the style of the whole city a little abnormal.

"Ha! What a group of interesting and energetic little guys."

Corellon was obviously very interested in the Fourth Calamity.

Because he could feel that these people did not regard everything around them as real in terms of thought and spirit, but regarded it as some kind of false illusion, so they generally had a strange optimistic attitude.

As a god who tended to be chaotic and good, he undoubtedly liked this kind of joyful life that was like a game.

After a full minute, the Elf Lord God suggested with interest: "I think you should not mind me joining in and experiencing this game?"

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "Of course not. Please give me a ray of your consciousness, and I will put it into the terminal controlled by the main brain to create a clone for you, and then you can enjoy the game process happily with them."

"No problem."

Corellon directly separated a small ball of light from the incarnation.

After Zuo Si got it, he directly threw it back to the world where the main brain was.

In less than ten seconds, Corellon realized that he had entered a virtual world built by terrifying mental power, and created a "game character" under the guidance of the other party.

Then he arrived at Ilinwuer through the huge portal network.

As soon as he came out of the portal, he saw an ugly orc face that was almost kissing him.

"Ouch! It's a newcomer?"

"What? A newbie? Are you kidding! Shouldn't newbies practice in low-level worlds first?"

"Fuck! Really a newbie! He doesn't even have a piece of armor on him!"

"What the hell is this? Is there a bug?"

"Could it be that there is some unknown PY transaction with the game company's planner?"

"That's right! He must have sold his ass!"

"Disband! Disband! This kind of stuff will probably not survive even a minute on the battlefield and will have to die."

...

Listening to the messy comments and inappropriate words around him, even Corellon, who has a more cheerful personality, couldn't help but look black.

Similarly, for the first time, he felt the fearlessness and insolence of this group of "Fourth Scourge".

It is easy to tell from their tone and attitude that these guys have no fear of the gods at all.