A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Is this the fourth scourge created by Soth through the heart flayer mastermind and psychic technology? What an interesting group of guys..."

The Elf Lord stood at the entrance of the inter-dimensional portal, with a very curious expression on his face.

In fact, this was not the first time that Corellon observed these outsiders.

As early as when Zuo Si summoned these guys in large numbers to the north of the Faerun continent and fought a battle with the thousands of monster coalitions that gathered, he had already noticed the other party's completely different mental state and fierce fighting style that was completely unafraid of death.

However, at that time, like other gods, they all thought that these adventurers or mercenaries should be helpers summoned by Zuo Si from other time and space, and they did not realize the real secrets hidden behind them.

But now that the truth has been figured out, Corellon can finally observe and understand the thinking logic of this special group from another perspective.

In fact, he does not need to deliberately distinguish, and can immediately detect whether an orc or half-orc is a local native or a player.

Because the mental outlook and temperament of the two are really too different.

Although the local orcs have changed a little under the influence of Thrall's elemental and shaman trade, the barbarism, ignorance, stupidity and worship of the strong in their bones cannot be completely faded without two generations.

In contrast, the players give people a more civilized feeling, and exude an atmosphere of equality and freedom from head to toe.

This is absolutely impossible for all mortals in the entire Faerun continent.

Because even if social class, power, wealth and other factors are excluded, the gap between professional level and individual strength alone will lead to inequality between people.

Not to mention the instinctive awe of gods, demons, devils, angels and other powerful beings.

Only by treating the whole world as a false game can we truly achieve transcendence from the root.

This is also the reason why countless people are addicted to the virtual game world.

Because there are often too many exploitation, injustice, oppression, bullying and other problems in the real society, people will look for ways to escape anger, pain and despair under the instinctive self-protection mechanism.

And the virtual world in the game happens to be a perfect spiritual refuge.

Here, they can experience a completely different life and appreciate the scenery and happiness that they can never experience in the real world.

The most important thing is that everyone here is relatively fair, with only one identity, that is, the player.

No one can win at the starting line from birth. The character is created from the lowest level at the beginning, and gradually becomes stronger through their own efforts.

Everyone can choose the game method according to their own preferences, find like-minded friends and partners, without having to consider the complex emotions and interests in the real world, and all words and deeds can become very pure.

Even if you offend the so-called "big shots" in the game and are besieged, the worst thing is to give up and change to a new game, or delete the original character and create a new one.

There is no need to worry about offending the powerful in the real world and being broken up, and even losing your life.

Therefore, most of the player groups hope that the virtual game world can be as "fair" as possible, so that every effort they make can get the due return.

Any behavior or change that attempts to undermine this fair mechanism, whether it is those studios that destroy the game experience like locusts, or the so-called "prop charging model" that directly tramples on fairness for the pursuit of profit, will inevitably lead to a significant shortening of its life cycle, and it will die suddenly in just one or two years or even a few months.

However, Zuo Si obviously did not create the Fourth Calamity for profit, but to create a force with strong subjective initiative to serve his own plan when needed.

Moreover, what the players get is equivalent to his, so naturally they will not be full and go to the pond to fish.

The freedom and equality that Corellon felt are the fruits of this good environment.

In particular, the players' positive and optimistic mentality of watching the excitement without being afraid of the chaos is obviously in line with his expectations for the ideal society of the elves.

After all, most of the entire elven pantheon tends to be chaotic good.

The biggest feature of chaotic good is that they like to live freely without constraints and often play some pranks.

In this regard, the fairy dragon is the best example.

Almost all adventurers who have been in the forest for a long time will encounter the teasing of this kind of micro dragon.

At this moment, Corellon saw several players gathered not far away playing cockfighting out of boredom.

And through a rule similar to card drawing, the wizards and priests next to them cast various arcane or divine spells on the two chickens to add surprise and fun.

In less than ten minutes, six chickens died.

Of course, these dead chickens will not be wasted, and will be immediately sent to the kitchen to be cooked into fragrant dishes for the guests to enjoy.

Watching the chickens kill each other while eating the meat from the bodies of the defeated is really too hellish for the chickens.

In addition to cockfighting, there are also sheep fighting, bullfighting, and even throwing slaves such as goblins and gnolls into the arena to let them play cruel elimination games according to the rules.

Many local orcs saw this unique scene for the first time and were immediately attracted by the creativity of these "compatriots".

Countless people were immersed in the roar and shouting, and lost all their valuables without knowing it.

There is no doubt that all this was set up by the players in order to sweep away the valuables on these local orcs and the magic items that they could not identify at all.

You should know that in gambling, losing is not terrible, but winning is really terrible.

When a person starts to win money and experience the addictive happiness, he will soon be deeply trapped in it and become a gambler without any bottom line.

Obviously, the arrival of these guys has made this originally simple grassland city become a mess.

Inspired by them, the local orcs quickly learned all kinds of cheating skills from the civilized world, and countless disputes and troubles emerged one after another.

"Great Chief, you have to find a way to control it. If we let them continue to make trouble like this, our warriors will no longer have the heart to fight."

An older orc shaman reminded with a worried look on his face.

The corners of Thrall's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably: "Don't worry about it.

According to the report from the spies, the enemy's army is very close to us.

Maybe the war will break out in a few hours.

Once the war starts, they won't have the heart to think about these messy things."

"Oh? Are the orc gods going to attack us?"

A hint of tension flashed in the shaman's eyes that was not easy to detect.

After all, Gruumsh has ruled the spiritual world of the orcs for too long, so long that no one would remember whether he created the orc race or the orc race made him.

But one thing is certain, that is, this chaotic and evil god will never sit idly by and watch the birth of an orc god that is completely out of his control.

Thrall nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, yes. Several armies with a minimum of 10,000 or 20,000 and a maximum of 60,000 or 70,000 have appeared on the Rongma grassland. They are obviously coming for us."

"So what awaits us will be a tough battle?"

The shaman raised his head and cast his eyes on the city wall that was being expanded and reinforced in the distance.

Because they were warned in advance, they not only withdrew their forces in advance, but also began to build fortifications day and night.

Especially after the players arrived, not only did the project progress rapidly, but also many death traps such as urns, bastions, slopes, and tunnels were built. The underground was also dug in all directions, and when necessary, they could sneak into the enemy's back through tunnels to launch a sneak attack.

Some brothers who were civil engineering majors in their lifetime became contractors on the spot, working hard with their teammates and native orcs.

Occasionally, professional officers from the Warhammer universe can be seen instructing everyone on the essentials and precautions of building fortifications.

So although the construction time was not long, with the help of professionals and magic, Ilinwuer has already become a terrifying meat grinder and war fortress.

Not to mention the war in the cold weapon era, even in the hot weapon era, it is not easy to take it down without heavy artillery clusters and massive air bombings.

Just when Sar wanted to say something, the bell tower in the center of the city immediately made a rapid ding-dong sound.

This sound seemed to have some kind of magic, and immediately made the crowd who were still eating, drinking and having fun in the last second put down the things they were busy with, put on armor as quickly as possible and rushed to the city wall.

No need to ask, you know that this bell is the alarm of the enemy's attack.

In fact, in most cities in Faerun, there will be one or more similar bell towers.

The only duty of the soldiers stationed there 24 hours a day is to detect the enemy in advance and ring the bell to sound the alarm.

"Quick! Light the fire! Heat the oil!"

"Arrows! We need more arrows here!"

"Move more stones and wood. The wall on the side is obviously the shortest. The enemy will definitely try to climb from this side."

"Catapults and crossbows, listen to my orders! Do not fire without permission!"

"Where's the gunpowder? Where's the smoke powder we bought from the West Coast Empire at a high price? Bring it all up! The musket troops quickly reload!"

...

With a large number of orders being passed down in an orderly manner, the city that originally looked chaotic quickly became busy and orderly.

Thrall, who had just arrived at the city wall, was surprised to find that his most troublesome command and organization coordination problem was easily solved with the help of the players.

Especially many teams that originally came from the military and had participated in countless large-scale wars and had accumulated rich experience, effortlessly incorporated those local orcs who had no idea what to do into the command system.

Accurate!

Fast!

Efficient!

It was even the first time that he witnessed an army of orcs operating as efficiently as a war machine.

Even the panic of the lower-level warriors was gradually fading.

Because anyone who was not blind could feel their own strength.

At least they were many times stronger than those messy orcs outside the city wall who had no formation at all.

"Is it finally starting? Let me see what kind of miracle the fourth disaster mentioned by Soth can create."

Corellon, controlling a cloned orc body, picked up a longbow of barely acceptable quality from the ground, and stood with other crossbowmen ready to fight.

Although his current real level is not even LV1, the skills and combat experience in his mind are still there.

When the followers of Gruumsh began to attack the city wall and entered the range, the crossbows and catapults took the lead in showing their power.

With the creaking sound of wood, a large number of stones, thick crossbow arrows, and ignited explosive barrels and oil tanks flew into the air and hit the enemy's head directly.

Often one blow can kill seven or eight or even more orcs.

The violent explosion and fire made those unlucky people who were half dead scream in pain, begging their companions to give them a quick death.

"Charge! Charge! Kill all those traitors who dared to betray the teachings of the great orc gods! Use their bodies to pile up a mountain!"

"Sacrifice! Gruumsh needs the sacrifice of blood and soul! Kill all the living things in this city!"

"No force can stop our overwhelming offensive!"

"Don't be afraid! As long as we rush to the bottom of the city wall, those catapults, crossbows and bed crossbows can't hit us."

"Be careful of the battering ram and siege vehicle! Don't let them be smashed!"

Orc chieftains and voters from different tribes and even different planes shouted loudly to command their troops.

It is not difficult to see from those siege weapons made entirely of animal skins and wood that they are not the most primitive small tribes living in the deep mountains and old forests, but a large tribe with a certain number of craftsmen and knowledge inheritance.

These tools were made by cutting down trees near the Galena Mountains in the south of Ilinwuer.

Although the reliability is very poor, some of them broke down before being pushed forward halfway, but the advantage of quantity solved the problem of poor quality.

There are even large catapults in the rear that are constantly throwing huge stones at the city wall.

Each stone, with its own mass and gravity acceleration, can smash more than a dozen people into a pulp with one blow.

Even if it hits the thickened city wall, it will leave a deep dent.

If it falls inside the city, it will directly raze a building to the ground.

Fortunately, this super-heavy catapult has very high requirements for the material of wood, so there are not many of them. Some of them break into two sections when throwing, and the overall threat is not great.

At least before the players are completely killed and the entire command system collapses, there is no need to worry too much about morale.

After all, emotions are contagious.

When the officers above an army begin to be greedy for life and afraid of death, the soldiers below will naturally follow suit and become very timid.

But if the officers above always take the lead in charging, standing in front of the enemy's fierce long-range weapon attacks and chatting and laughing, and even occasionally telling two dirty jokes to relieve tension, then the soldiers will naturally become extremely brave and fearless.

The group of players supporting the entire city's command system just happened to be all of this kind of people.

Not only did they not want to hide at all, but they took the lead and stood on the front line, killing the enemies who first broke into the attack radius with a crushing attitude.

Many orc warriors were killed by various magic arrows, enchanted bullets, and long-range spells before they even figured out what was happening.

The first wave of two or three thousand people fell on the road of charge without even a splash.

Such fierce firepower coverage and large-scale magic use shocked and stunned these orcs who were used to winning in chaos.

Because in their impression, except for a very small number of orcs with dragon or other magical creature bloodlines, their compatriots basically could not learn arcane magic.

But now, there was a row of orc mages and warlocks wearing various robes standing on the city wall!

Especially many big and strong orcs, the robes they wore were obviously snatched from others. Overall, they were short, small, and tight, just like tight hip skirts.

Some are simply female-style, with only the chest barely covered, and the dark and thick chest hair, back, navel and waist are completely exposed.

Some of them wear it because they pursue the powerful attributes of the equipment, and some simply wear it for fun to disgust others, and even wear all kinds of sexy stockings on their hairy feet and thighs.

As the saying goes, for some people, putting on a mask is actually taking off the mask.

Such a strange style of painting is unbearable not only for humans, but also for orcs themselves.

The only thing that makes them feel relieved may be those female orc warriors wearing bikini armor.

But unfortunately, the attention of these female orcs has been focused on the chieftain Thrall, and several of them even threw flirtatious eyes and blew kisses directly.

"Crossbowmen! Get ready!"

"Shoot!"

Seeing the second echelon of the orc army following closely and rushing over the corpses to the city wall, the player in charge of commanding the arrow tower decisively issued a volley order.

Corellon, who had been waiting for a long time, did not say a word, pulled the bowstring in a pleasing and smooth motion, and then gently released his fingers.

Whoosh!

This arrow did not draw a beautiful parabola in the sky like other arrows, and then fell on the enemy's head like raindrops. Instead, it spun and flew straight to an orc warrior who seemed to be of high status.

The latter obviously sensed the danger and immediately raised the weapon in his hand to block. However, he never expected that the arrow suddenly turned to the side at the moment when it was about to collide with him, and shot directly from another orc. The soldier's temple was penetrated, and he fell to the ground with a plop and died.

Such appalling and terrifying archery skills immediately made him break out in a cold sweat. He raised his head and tried to find the archer who shot the arrow, and soon locked on the trumpet opened by the Elf Lord.

Without him, Corellon's behavior is really incompatible with other orcs. The elegance and calmness revealed from his bones are something that orcs can never learn.

Ranger?

marksman?

Magic shooter?

Several professions that are good at using weapons such as bows and arrows flashed through the mind of the orc warrior.

However, Corellon obviously didn't care about the enemy's reaction, and continued to bend his bow and shoot the second arrow at an unhurried pace.

Just like before, this arrow was also in a straight line, and it suddenly turned and killed an unlucky guy at the last distance before hitting the target.

Not only were the enemies outside the city wall stunned by the two consecutive successes, but even the friendly troops around them showed expressions of disbelief.

In the eyes of players, the talent and strength displayed by this newcomer are simply too outrageous.

You must know that even those who have advanced to magic archers and marksmen can often only rely on magic and professional abilities to shoot such arrows that completely violate the rules of aerodynamics and physics.

In the eyes of the local natives, this represents an unparalleled and powerful talent, and he is the kind of great figure who is destined to be sung by bards in the future and leave his own legend.

However, Corellon ignored the interference from the outside world and just kept shooting the arrows one by one, feeling the magic and vitality absorbed by his body when the target died.

Similarly, he also understood why these fourth natural disasters were so keen on killing.

Because every time a life is killed, the psychic technology imprinted in the clone's body will complete a plunder.

The more you kill, the more powerful the character you control becomes.

When all thirty arrows in front of him were shot, Corellon's level had been raised to real level LV3 and game level LV30.

More importantly, the clone he controlled did not feel any fatigue at all, as if every upgrade would strengthen and restore the body.

"Hey! Man! Where did you learn this archery skill?"

A ranger player with an animal companion couldn't help but come over and ask.

"Haha, sorry, this is a secret."

Corellon showed a mysterious smile, replaced himself with a new quiver, and then continued to repeat the previous actions.

"Tch! Don't talk about knocking me down."

The ranger player rolled his eyes angrily and turned around to continue shooting the enemies who rushed under the city wall.

Another guy who was obviously the leader of a small team of players took the opportunity to come up and issue an invitation: "Newcomer, are you interested in joining Aurora Dance? We are willing to provide you with the best treatment and help you quickly catch up with everyone's progress. ”

Corellon politely shook his head and refused: "No, thank you, I have no interest in joining any group."

The newcomer in front of him had little money, and he had a typical "lone wolf" demeanor, so everyone else immediately gave up trying to recruit him.

Just as the Elf God was enjoying this upgrade game, Zuo Si's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"How about it? Is the game system I designed fun?"

Corellon responded without thinking through the spiritual connection: "It's not bad, especially the collective atmosphere is quite fascinating. Maybe I can consider building a similar system in a certain world so that the children of Arvandor can also Have fun with it.”

"This is not easy. Because in addition to spiritual power, the most important key is the spark of the planeswalker. If the connection across planes and even across time and space cannot be achieved through the spark, then signal transmission will become a huge problem ”

Zuo Si pointed out the problem directly.

Because this fourth natural disaster system is not complicated in principle.

In particular, large-scale cloning of bodies is a piece of cake for a creature like God that can "make something out of nothing."

But it is not easy to maintain the stability of signals across planes and time and space.

"Can you help me train an Elf Planeswalker?"

Corellon made a request after a brief silence.

Zuo Si hesitated for a moment and quickly responded: "It is impossible to train an elf planeswalker.

Because planeswalkers are never cultivated, but are innate.

Only those rare individuals who possess a spark at the moment of birth are qualified to ignite it and become planeswalkers.

However, I can offer another solution. "

"Oh? What is it?"

Corellon's voice was filled with anticipation, and he was obviously very interested in this.

“My men recently researched something called a cave tree.

It can directly connect various time and space to the universe across the dark void.

If you don't mind, I can send a branch of the cave tree deep into Arvandor.

Then extend another branch to the plane you need to connect to.

This way, you can realize your ideas. "

Zuo Si gave the suggestion calmly.

Obviously, he is eyeing the powerful magical power of Avandor in the elf country, intending to use this to find out whether Corellon's true identity is, as described in the rumors, a ball of original magical energy in the universe. Got semen.

"Cave tree? What is that?"

Corellon's tone was filled with intense curiosity.

Because this is the first time he has heard that something other than the Planeswalker Spark can travel through the dark void to achieve cross-time and space connections.

Zuo Si explained patiently: "It is bred from the seeds of the World Tree of Kaldheim's Space-Time and the Sparkling Oil. It is a bit troublesome to explain in detail. As long as you allow its branches to enter, you will soon understand the mystery. ”

"Okay, I will tell you the answer later after I discuss it with the other elves and gods. Now, let me continue to experience this interesting game."

Corellon obviously still had some scruples and did not agree immediately.

Zuo Si did not urge him and directly cut off the spiritual connection between the two. He stood above the city and looked down at the raging war on the ground.

To be precise, it is the collision between the Fourth Scourge and the followers of Gruumsh.

As siege engines, battering rams and ladders rushed through the dense firepower network and came closer, the most brutal hand-to-hand combat finally began.

Since the small space of city walls and gates is basically crowded with people, there is not much room to move and dodge, so the two sides are fighting head-on, exchanging injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

In less than half an hour, the city walls and ground were stained with blood, and corpses were piled up into hills.

The pungent smell of blood can be smelled from several kilometers away.

As long as the number of people who died in the front reaches a certain level, the orc gods will immediately open a portal on the grassland behind to transport more cannon fodder.

The Fourth Disaster also showed no sign of weakness. If it died, it would be resurrected with a new clone and go through the portal again to continue fighting.

One side is "My followers are endless" and the other side is "No matter how many times I die, I can be resurrected immediately."

Such terrible mutual consumption simply makes the local aborigines feel numb.

Perhaps at the very beginning, the orcs under Thrall's leadership would have been deeply moved by seeing the players fighting heroically to the last moment, each of them refusing to retreat as if they had been given blood.

But they soon realized something was wrong.

It was obviously the guy who had died just now, and his body was still lying next to him, but suddenly an identical one appeared.

What’s even more outrageous is that as time goes by, this phenomenon is no longer an isolated phenomenon but has been noticed by more and more people.

Some even died several times in one place, resulting in at least seven or eight corpses of the same kind. Even I felt a little scared after seeing them too many times.

"Great Chief, there seems to be something wrong with those guys. They seem to have immortality."

The shaman who was treating the wounded warned with a twitching mouth corner.

"Ah, I know. Don't worry, they are on our side. Without their help, we would have collapsed long ago."

After saying that, Thrall raised the Doomhammer in his hand to gather the power of the elements, and then jumped into the sky.

Before anyone else could react, the dark clouds overhead began to flash with dazzling lightning, and then roaring thunder swept across the land.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of orc armies were reduced to ashes under the raging thunderstorm.

That god-like power immediately aroused cheers from everyone on the city wall.

The first batch looked at the legendary chief as if he were a god, and even knelt down to pray devoutly to him.

With the power derived from faith, Thrall could sense that something was gestating in his body. This was the divinity that countless careerists dreamed of.

Such incredible effects can only occur when mortal believers regard him as a true god.

Sarevok, the man behind the Baldur's Gate conspiracy, once tried to use this method to become the new God of Killing.

However, the current level is obviously not enough.

He needs to temper these orcs in the war, so that they can continuously strengthen their existing beliefs and will, and eventually condense into a brand new ethnic group.

After all, only blood and fire can forge the soul of a nation.

"Come on! Let this storm come more violently! The great elements will help me complete the final transformation! I will end the barbarism and chaos of this space orc! I will lead them on a completely opposite path."

Thrall whispered in a voice that only he could hear, while frantically releasing the power obtained from the elemental plane.

He is now like a beacon in the storm, a flag standing on the city wall, and a bright star in the night sky, guiding the direction for all the local indigenous people.

As long as he doesn't fall, this war will continue until the last person is dead.

Just when the entire continent of Faerûn and even the God Realm were paying attention to this war, a figure covered in scarred black armor suddenly appeared in the sky on a horse and began to bestow blessings on both sides of the war.

You don't need to ask to know that the only one who can do such a thing is Tempus, the God of War.

Obviously, this massive orc civil war attracted his attention.

Although the orcs have their own war god, who is also Gruumsh's adjutant - Inava.

But Thrall's side had already broken away from the faith of the orc gods, so Tempus was fully qualified and had sufficient reasons to intervene.

However, his action obviously angered the other party, and a blood-stained broadsword loomed in the air.

But Tempus obviously did not take this opponent seriously. Instead, he rushed straight to Zuo Si, laughed and raised the wine pot and said: "Great! You have brought me another wonderful war. From the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the messenger of war, and you would bring war wherever you go."

"Look at what you said, as if I am a cruel and bloodthirsty war profiteer. In fact, I am a pacifist in my bones and have no interest in war. It has always been others who took the initiative to provoke me, and I had to passively fight back."

Zuo Si pretended to be a victim to defend himself.

But anyone who heard this would only sigh that he was worthy of being the devil prince valued by Asmodeus, and he didn't blush when he lied with his eyes open.

"Pacifist? Hahaha! Yes, yes, yes, then I wish you can bring peace to more places."

After saying that, Tempus raised the wine jug and drank it all, with naked and undisguised teasing on his face.

For him, war is not only the source of his own power, but also a kind of fun.

And Zuo Si has launched countless wars in just a few years, and he is more competent than any elect or priest of the God of War.

If he had not been clearly rejected, Tempus would have wanted to pull him to his side and make him the chief elect.

There is no way, who made all the tyrants, ambitious people, conspirators and war maniacs in the entire Faerun continent add up to not be able to make trouble with Zuo Si.

And every war is not a small fight, but enough to affect the situation and historical direction of the surrounding areas.

Thanks to such frequent and large-scale wars, Tempus's power and influence are constantly increasing, and he can replace the Dark Sun Xirik in the past and sit on the top of the powerful divine power.

So he has been full of goodwill towards Zuo Si from beginning to end.

If there really was a war of gods with the orc pantheon, he would definitely come to help without hesitation.

"So you came all the way here just to tease me?"

Zuo Si looked at the strongest man among the gods in front of him and smiled helplessly.

Because he knew that what the other party said was right.

Although his actions were not intended for war itself, the result was that wars were triggered one after another.

To a certain extent, no one in the world is more suitable than him to be the elect and messenger of the God of War.

Tempus shook his head vigorously and responded: "No, I just have a strong interest in this unique war.

Especially the little guys you call the fourth disaster, they are always exuding a passion for fighting and killing.

They are born warriors and are lovable.

By the way, are you really not going to be my chosen one?

Then we will work together to launch a war that sweeps the entire multiverse and conquer endless time and space."

"Sorry, I have no interest in launching a war to conquer the entire multiverse, so you should save it. And some time and space are really not suitable for gods to enter."

Zuo Si rejected the proposal of the god of war directly.

What a joke!

He is not a fool. He has nothing better to do than to work for Tempus for nothing and help him gain stronger power by launching an unprecedented war.

What's more, the philosophy he believes in has always regarded war as the ultimate means and will never be easily put into actual action.

Tempus sighed with regret; "Well - well, you can come to me anytime you figure it out. In addition, if the orc pantheon can't bear to play anymore and wants to break the rules of the game, I will be very happy to join your camp and teach them a lesson."

"Thank you very much. If there is such a day, I will let you know."

Zuo Si politely put one hand on his chest and bowed.

Tempus threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand, then rode away on his beloved warhorse without any nostalgia.

Because his character is so straightforward, he likes those warriors who will fight directly when they disagree.

There is no doubt that the appearance of the God of War has made the situation of the orc gods, who were already not optimistic, even worse, and they dare not think of those crooked means.

Gruumsh quickly promoted several voters, and then sent them all over to win by numbers.

But unfortunately, Thrall, who has begun to nurture divinity, is not a vegetarian.

He has long been in contact with the inner elemental plane through the Hammer of Destruction.

When facing a powerful Chosen, directly summon the power of the four elements of fire, wind, water and earth to give the enemy a devastating blow.

You can even directly open a portal to summon elemental creatures of the lord and prince level to help in the battle.

The open space outside the city gate was completely turned into a deep pit in the fierce battle.

After a few days, Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Vanswick finally arrived and joined the ranks of the defenders.

This means that Gruumsh's original plan to take down the opponent in one go was completely bankrupt, and the most brutal back-and-forth sawing began instead.

Not long after, a slope was built from the bodies of dead orcs from the city wall to the ground.

Now, even without using any tools, you can rush directly to the city wall through this slope of corpses.

The only problem is that it is not a good feeling to step on corpses. It is easy to step on empty space and fall into them because of the decay of the corpses below. The pungent stench, flies, and maggots are crawling everywhere, which can make any normal person vomit bitter water after just one look or smell.

In some places, the corpses have even mutated, forming undead or semi-undead creatures as big as mountains.

It can be predicted that the land here will become extremely fertile in the next few years or even ten or twenty years.

But the interesting thing is that in such a harsh battlefield, neither side has any infectious disease or plague.

You don’t need to ask, you know, this is all the credit of Zuo Si and Talona.

Otherwise, the piles of rotten corpses alone would have turned the surrounding area into a terrifying biochemical test site.

It is estimated that the reason why the orc gods have no intention of retreating is that they want to use similar methods to kill Thrall and his followers.

After all, there is also a god of death and disease among the orcs-Idros.