The Song of Kaxilda

After witnessing the cruel and tragic situation, Kevin finally made up his mind and pleaded for orders: "Your Majesty, please allow..."

"No!" Reginald subconsciously interrupted his request before he could think about it.

"If we don't, our losses will only get worse."

Reginald only felt a headache, and supported his forehead and said: "This method is too risky. If there is no priest, who will guide the orcs in the future?"

Kevin resolutely descended from the pack beast's back onto the ice: "Your Majesty, if you don't make sacrifices now, the orcs will have no future."

Reginald let out a long sigh, and waved his hands weakly at him.

Kevin led the order and mobilized the priests who were maintaining the defensive barrier again.

The plague infecting the orcs is nothing more than a complicated magic, and the power of the priests can be mobilized to completely concentrate and seal it.

It's just that it's not easy to seal the plague.

Although it was only an immature idea put forward by the priesthood after discussion, but now facing the double attack of the plague and human beings, they had no choice but to sink their boats.

The great orc priests chanted loudly, drawing away and concentrating the source of the plague created by magic into the enchantment they summoned.

In the violent shock generated when the enchantment was formed, hundreds of thousands of orc priests sacrificed their lives and forcibly tore a gap on the ice surface. While blocking the pursuit of humans behind, they would also condense into The pitch-black enchantment of the misshapen sphere was thrown into it.

This is where the mutation happens.

The gods against the Old Gods are imprisoned at the bottom of Lake Harry, indeed.

The severe cold weather covered the entire Lake Harry with thick ice, which caused the original vortex to be covered under the ice, which made the orcs relax their vigilance. Coupled with the persecution of humans, they could not resist the temptation to cross the lake to reach the other shore as soon as possible.

Ever since they set foot on the ice of Lake Harry, the orcs have often felt some kind of indescribable mysterious power, and even some mentally sensitive people will hear intermittent babbling, which makes people feel disgusted and resisted, but they also have feelings for it. The emotion of worship.

This was one of the reasons why the orcs were reluctant to cross the lake.

And when the orc priest sealed the plague, he accidentally created a gap in the original seal in Lake Harry.

As the vibration became more and more intense, the twin moons that had been suspended in mid-air before the arrival of the stars rendered the clouds a deep red.

The evil god sealed at the bottom of the lake, the sleeping Hastur, after being disturbed, seemed to release some energy in the abnormal movement as a reward for the life sacrificed by the orc priest.

The ice on the south side of Lake Halli crumbled and collapsed, and the orcs who were abandoned behind and infected with the plague and the humans who accelerated their pace in order to rush to attack fell into the icy cold lake water and were sucked into the vortex.

The tremor went all the way to the south side of Lake Harley, preventing the main force of the human army still in formation on the south bank from continuing to chase the remaining orcs.

Carcosa, located on the cliff, was blocked by the red and blue double moons, and the sound of bricks and stones collapsing could be faintly heard in the cool air.

The flag of the Kingdom of Dumu, which was originally erected on the tower, had already faded and shattered in the flames of war, and fell with the sound of collapse.

The orcs and humans saw a strange scene in the lake.

The sealed source of the plague sank to the bottom of the lake and merged with Hastur's seal. The dark mist spewed out from the cracks in the cracked ice, spread wantonly, and swept across the entire lake in an instant.

Reginald covered his ears, but he still couldn't stop the mysterious singing from echoing in his ears and penetrating his mind.

The golden light flashed past, pierced through the thick fog, and merged into his eyes.

Dum, the country of orcs, is glorious and prosperous, the place where everything originated.

The great royal city of Carcosa.

It was dead silent.