The orc camp was built on the slope of the mountainside to the west of Xiefeng Ridge. The orcs built bunkers and walls five or six meters high according to the terrain. There were a total of twelve sentries set up at high points around the camp, and there were two people on each one. Orc Sentinel Handle.
In addition, the orcs will also tame flying eagles to patrol the surroundings, and also lay layers of traps and obstacles around the camp.
As the only intelligent species in Xiefeng Ridge, the life of the half-orcs is not bad. With a fourth-level orc strongman as a pillar, coupled with a strong bunker and a large number of traps around it, it is enough to keep most beasts at bay. Intimidating.
A certain amount of construction ability is indeed the capital to survive stably in the northern wilderness.
After the old orcs collapsed, some of them merged into the huge mixed-race system of Keynes, and more of them flowed into areas with steep terrain and beyond the survival range of the human race.
Settled in the northern border, approximately to the vicinity of Eagle Highlands, it is not on the only route that caravans must pass through, and there are no villages around that can be plundered.
Compared with the old ambitions to compete with humans for hegemony, the orcs here have completely lost their spirit and live a secluded life like a dwarf tribe. Like spider lairs and wolves, they only rely on hunting or raising some herbivores in captivity. born.
Compared to the ferocious and savage orcs in human history, they have become "docile" after losing their 'civilization'.
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It was night, and the mountain breeze blew through the heights of the tower. The high fire pit was blown cracklingly. The patrolling orcs stood upright, but it seemed that it took a long time to open their eyes.
Suddenly a light rain fell in the sky, and the orc sentries were also awakened by the rain. The orc camp was long on the mountain, and it was difficult to replenish scarce supplies such as fuel. The torches around the camp were almost extinguished by the drizzle.
Fortunately, Orcs can also see slightly in the dark. Although it is only a limited 20 meters, it is enough to deal with most dangers in the dark night on the ground.
Of course, such a dark vision is still too far behind Xu Yang.
Xu Yang has two far eyes and two near eyes, which can superimpose the effects on each other and enjoy the blessing of "dark vision".
The first two eyes developed by Ariel sound very ordinary in effect, but in actual application the effect is very excellent and powerful.
Especially in war situations, through super-high insight, all the arrangements inside and outside the orc camp can be seen at a glance.
Xu Yang used the "Lord of Spiders" to give the most precise instructions to the guarding spiders. Just like the positions before the start of a strategic chess game, Xu Yang controlled the spider guards to get stuck at the edge of the orcs' dark vision, quietly. Moving body.
The awakened animals or insects around the orc camp were quickly eliminated by the little spiders, but the soft sound of rain completely buried the dangerous tranquility.
While the orcs were complaining about the drizzle, from the edge of darkness, from the darkness where the orcs had limited vision, more than twenty spider guards jumped up without missing a beat.
Although the guard spiders appear to be quite large, their bodies are actually very light and they can easily jump ten or twenty meters away in one leap.
Before the orcs could react, the spider silks of the guard spiders in mid-air had already stuck to the edge of the guard tower. With the help of bounce and the pulling of the spider silk, each guard spider jumped to the top of the guard tower in the blink of an eye. superior.
Most of the half-orc sentinels are of the second level, and their physical fitness is slightly better than that of ordinary humanoid creatures of the same size.
But facing the twenty-meter surprise attack from the guard spiders, most of the sentries didn't even have time to react. Almost all the peripheral sentries were eliminated within half a minute.
The little spiders behind immediately built a marching network along the spider silk left by the spider guards, climbed up the sentry tower one after another, and easily crossed the roadblocks and walls by using the height of the sentry tower and the spider webs.
The spider guards quickly rushed into the camp and once again accurately found the orcs who were keeping watch one after another.
In mid-air, Xu Yang just watched, using the "Lord of Spiders" to issue orders, like a soldier operating a global war game, sometimes focusing on the overall situation, sometimes controlling a guard spider or even a small spider.
As a large number of spiders began to rush into the camp, the sounds of fighting, roaring and hissing gradually drowned out the sound of rain, and the blood on the ground gradually became stained with the color of rain.
Jon was standing on one of the guard towers, while Claire had found a third-level orc to fight with.
Qiu En looked at the figure flying in the sky, and some of the small flames floating in his heart during this period were quietly extinguished.
There is no end to the desire for power, and the only thing that can curb desire is the fear of absolute power.
For the first time, Qiu En truly felt and understood the gap between himself and Lord Chosen.
Carlisle, who was in the middle of the killing, just slashed the giant sword wrapped in black flames, harvesting the lives of the orcs again and again.
Carlisle's appearance was no different from that of an orc. When some weak orcs saw Carlisle's instinctive begging for mercy, they either knelt on the ground or cried out in tears.
It is a pity that although Claire hates Gelffindor, she has grown up in Gelffindor since she was a child and cannot understand the language of the orcs at all.
There are also many third-order orcs among them, but after the arrival of the giant spider that is close to the legendary monster and nearly a hundred guard spiders, the battle seems to have lost its meaning.
Before Ariel arrived, there were already nearly thirty spider guards and nearly a thousand small spiders in the spider lair. Its overall strength was already the strongest in the entire Oblique Wind Territory.
Now more than ten guard spiders are about to advance, and the giant spiders have also received Ariel's favor to take a further step. The most important thing is that there are more than forty spider guards who have just broken through the ranks.
Whether in terms of quantity or quality, the spiders that came out of their nests had far surpassed the orc camp.
The only fourth-level old orc held a machete more than two meters long. The huge power easily cut a guard spider that had just broken through the third level into two halves, but that was all.
The old orc who was noticed by Xu Yang was immediately surrounded by more than a dozen spider guards. The overwhelming amount of spider webs and acid made the orc overwhelmed at once.
Facing the tribe's cries for help, and seeing his wife and children's throats bitten by spiders, the orc tried to break free, but his body was wrapped in more and more spider webs, and his strength became less and less.
So he could only roar, curse, and question.
"why why!"
At the end of the question, it seemed that only these three words were left.
The giant spider just trapped the fourth-level orc with the guard spiders, and then approached the fourth-level orc who had no power to fight back as if preparing for a meal, and pierced the orc's heart with its sharp blade-like legs.
Seeing the leader being slaughtered like a lamb, the orcs who were still resisting seemed to have known their fate, and one after another began to surrender and beg for mercy.
It's just that the spiders don't understand what the orcs say.
In the eyes of the spiders, there is no difference between orcs, goats, and deer. The only difference is that there is probably less meat.
Xu Yang descended to the top of a watchtower. The spider guards weaved a complicated web and slowly carried the best prey to Xu Yang along the web.
Naturally, it was the fourth-level old orc.
Of course, Xu Yang has no interest in this kind of food. He just wants to expand the influence of "spider communication" so that the spiders who are still fighting in the camp can hear his voice.
"Enjoy it, tonight's holy feast belongs to you."
"Successfully commanded and won a war. I improved in the field of war and gained a 'battlefield commander' and a majestic figure."
"Battlefield Commander: You will not be affected by noisy environments when directing battles, and your mind will be more flexible (intelligence check advantage)."
"Standing Stature: In a war dominated by you, our units will be 'inspired' to fight when they can see you, and enemy units may be frightened."
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Baator Hell.
This is an endless plain. Except for scattered rocks, the terrain has almost no undulations. There are no trees, buildings or shrubs on the plain.
Just standing on the flat ground, you can see the end of the field of vision three or four kilometers away, as if there is no slight change in altitude.
However, this kind of openness is not reassuring at all. On the contrary, the completely lonely emptiness can make people feel scared for no reason.
At the same time, this kind of loneliness and emptiness does not mean safety.
A network of crisscrossing gullies, gorges and gorges has scarred the plains that have been dry for many years.
These canyons are only one or two meters wide and only a few dozen meters deep, but you must be careful when encountering them, because there is a high probability that there are traps nearby, or there may be a snake demon lurking in them.
Hell creatures like outside adventurers very much, so they are always willing to spend a lot of time setting up elaborate and deadly traps in seemingly safe places to stay.
And once you fall into the trap, even if you are not injured, you will still have to face the siege of a large group of hell creatures.
Don't try to fly up and observe, because that will make you the target of all the hidden hell creatures within a few kilometers.
And in those giant canyons that are even larger, with a width of several kilometers and a depth of tens of kilometers, most of the residents of hell live.
The lair of the elven tieflings is built under the cliff of a deep gorge.
After more than half a month of hard preparation, Phil finally managed to sneak into the elf tiefling's lair.
Semi-purgatory creatures are at the bottom of the bloodline contempt chain in hell. Tieflings, who are a minority of demon bloodlines, are regarded as sword tombs in the sword tomb, so it is often difficult to survive in hell.
Of course, the elven tieflings are an exception.
Unlike other semi-purgatory bloodlines, which were mostly born unwillingly, elven tieflings actively accepted the devil's bloodline in order to gain greater power, and also used semi-artifacts to maintain balance.
Although they cannot absorb the original energy in the soul to advance like devils, the bloodline that combines the advantages of the two races often allows them to easily reach the gold level of combat power.
And in the lair of the elf tieflings, there lives more than one legend.
Not only are they powerful individually, the elven tieflings are also so united because of their elven blood that they have built a huge lair in the canyon and are the overlords of the entire canyon.
It is also because of this strong sense of racial identity that Phil's disguised elf tiefling was able to easily enter the depths of the fortress.
In addition to the castle outside, the elven tieflings have opened up a larger space inside the canyon cliffs.
After careful preparation for more than ten days, Phil finally succeeded in getting the opportunity to bathe in the holy pool through his merits.
It seemed that they were well prepared and encountered no obstacles along the way, except that there was a legendary strongman from the elf tiefling responsible for guiding and monitoring.
Phil is like a harmless sheep
The holy pool is located in the deepest cave within the cliff. It is a small lake built with crystal bricks.
The shallow light at the bottom of the lake is evenly spread across every inch of the lake water, and the surrounding crystals reflect various colors, making it look like a scene like the legendary holy pool in heaven.
The legendary strongman among the elf tieflings took Phil to the side of the pool.
As if there was no one around, Phil took off his coat, stretched out his feet and tested the temperature of the water in the pool. It was slightly cold, but it couldn't be said to be ice.
"Hmm~"
"Is this the water quality after being purified by the artifact? It's just comfortable. Don't the ancestors need to come in and take a dip together?"
The legendary powerful elf Tiefling paused, then chuckled, took off Eve, and slowly submerged it into the water.
After a while, Omi Alvin, the legendary powerful Elf Tiefling, was also the author of the legendary autobiographical novel that guided Phil here.
"How did you recognize my identity?"
"Actually, it's easy to guess, isn't it? Our ancestors didn't take away the Holy Grail, not because they didn't want to take it, but because they really couldn't take it away.
After all, with the ancestor's obsession with the pure Holy Grail, what could make the ancestor give up after spending half his life looking for it. "
"So the ancestors have indeed obtained it, at least you have obtained it yourself."
“The novel biography you describe tries to hide too much.
Even my cousin, who is not very bright, can see that you want to induce future generations to embark on the path of finding this semi-artifact again. "
Omi sighed.
"Then why are you still coming? Are you also trapped in front of the legendary door?"
Of course, what Omi was talking about was himself. Because he was stuck in front of the legend and could not find a way to move forward, he found another way and came up with the idea of 'purifying the bloodline'.
Omi did experience many adventures in hell, but the way he finally arrived at the Elf Tiefling Castle was different from what was said in the book.
In fact, Omi met the elf tiefling first, and was then taken directly to the lair by the elf tiefling.
Phil just smiled and did not answer the question.
"Actually, I have some doubts about the contents of the ancestors' books, and I would like the ancestors to help answer them."
Omijian Phil had no intention of resisting at all, lying on the edge of the lake, looking as natural as ever.
"Just ask."
"The ancestors said that the elven tieflings do not have much hostility towards the high elves. This means that you have reached the end of your rope and must rely on other sub-elves to continue your bloodline, right?"
"That's right."
Just like devils trick people's souls into falling to hell, elven tieflings also use various means to trick elves or elves into hell in other planes.
"What if the elves who come here refuse?"
"We need our kin, not our enemies. If we don't want to be kin, then we will try our best to let them go back. If we want to become enemies, we will not be merciful."
Omi looked righteous and awe-inspiring.
Phil couldn't help but chuckle.
"Really? If you who fell into hell really have such a bottom line, why would you use devil's means to guide kind people here?"
"This is not the fountain of promotion, but your blood pool."
Phil seemed to have said something commonplace, and instead continued to scrub his shoulders with pure lake water.
Omi smiled with satisfaction, thinking that Phil was the kind of person who planned to take the initiative to undergo blood transformation.
"Ancestor, I am here to be a thief today, so I won't kill you. Please tell me where the Cup of Purity is?"
"Forehead……"
Omi's mind didn't turn around for a moment, thinking that Phil was just provoking him, so he smiled and said:
"Then when you accept this power, you will be qualified to challenge me."
"Alas, my ancestors not only have poor talent and poor acting skills, but also have extremely poor vision. Even at this time, I still can't figure out the situation."
Phil stood up slowly. The robe that he had taken off had returned to his body at some point, and the dark golden legendary staff shone with a faint light.
In front of Phil, the old legend Omi, who was more than a thousand years old, had his eyes blank as if suffering from amnesia, muttering some incomprehensible words.
"If it's a legend, I could have been one when I left the Gang family thirty years ago."
