In the central and southern part of the continent, there are clusters of orc kingdoms. Among them, the Blood Fang Empire is the largest orc kingdom that is closest to the human kingdom. This kingdom has been in war for several years, and the orcs are resisting from within. The clan has been at a stalemate with the royal family for a long time.
As far as Wang Yu's interactions with this group of orcs are concerned, there aren't many. The only time he had a "battle" with them before was to watch Sky Mechanical City kill the group of out-of-control synthetic beast chimeras created by those rebellious orc wizards. .z.
Then, that's it, let the orcs solve the internal affairs of the orcs themselves. As a neutral organization, Sky Mechanical City is similar to the Light God's Cult. It will not interfere in the internal affairs of a certain racial kingdom, but will only deal with problems that cause excessive damage. Things that destroy.
The ratio of the power of the orc royal family to these rebellious orcs is about six to four. With the Yangtze River across the Blood Fang Empire as the rough boundary, troops are stationed on their own territory, and large-scale conflicts occur from time to time.
Years of wars have dyed the river *** with the green blood of the orcs, so that the ecological environment in the river has undergone great changes.
Many herbivorous fishes went extinct directly, but many alien fishes emerged that were transformed into monsters and lived by filtering the blood in the water flow. The number of large carnivorous fishes also increased sharply. In the event of a war, these giant carnivorous fishes would Humans will wait for the corpses of the orcs to be delivered to their doorsteps, and may even take the initiative to attack the orc warriors.
There are rumors in various orc tribes that these large carnivorous fish are created by enemy orc shamans. However, this statement has never been verified. However, these large carnivorous fish eat orcs, and the orcs will also eat these large carnivorous fish. Fish are used as food, so no orc actually cares who made these fish.
South of the *** River, there is the largest camp or tribe of the rebel orcs, the Stoneheart Tribe. There is actually no difference between the two. The orcs are born warriors and will never stop fighting from birth. Every orc A tribe can be thought of as an orc army.
In the tents made of animal skins and large tree branches and leaves, there are various orcs with different shapes, whether they are hairy or smooth-skinned, or have fangs protruding from their mouths, or have the same teeth as human beings. While walking through it, from time to time you can see orc children running past screaming and laughing, salivating at the prey held in the hands of the adult orcs.
The atmosphere here really doesn't feel like a war. It is completely different from the chilling and desolate environment of Arestle and Severtan when the war started. It was dusk at this moment, and the female orcs were squatting by the river. Bloody prey and weapons and armor were washed in the rushing river.
"Plop! Ah!"
The water surface suddenly exploded, and a huge "catfish" with a body length of more than three meters jumped up high, bit the head of a female orc on the shore, and dragged the screaming opponent into the water.
"Pfft!"
Before the huge carnivorous fish could enjoy its new prey, an iron spear suddenly shot out from the shore, stabbing the big fish that had just washed into the water.
"Ah, I was shocked, but there is one more piece of meat. Let's give the children some extra food."
The red-skinned female orc opened the mouth of the dead fish and popped her head out of the water. There were still teeth marks of the big fish on her thick and muscular neck. However, the violent attack that automatically entered when she encountered a crisis made the orc The big fish had no chance of biting off the female orc's neck.
"Thank you, Lord Garrosh."
Dragging the big fish out of the water, the female orc used an orc language that was not a common language to thank the orc who had just thrown a spear to rescue her.
"Pay more attention to the water in the future. This fish is just an ordinary big fish. If you encounter a demonized fish, I won't have a chance to save you."
Garrosh is an extremely tall and sturdy adult male orc. His skin is hairless and the color is brown-red like leather. His exaggerated tenacity also gives people the same feeling. Two huge fangs are from It stretched out from the mouth and looked extremely ferocious.
The war patterns carved by the shaman on the face indicate the opponent's identity in this tribe. The warrior chief, also known as the hunting king, whether fighting or hunting, the rest of the orcs
He is the first person to obey, and the orders of those relatively smart orc commanders are inferior to those of the other party.
Garrosh didn't say much, he just reminded the female orcs to pay attention to the dangerous fish in the river. He had more important things to deal with.
Walking between the tents, all the orcs would step away when they passed by, and then use the unique etiquette of the orcs. Even the most naughty orc children would walk away carefully when seeing each other without making too many noises. Big noise.
This awe not only comes from the education and warnings of adult orcs, but in fact even young orcs who are only one year old and whose minds are still extremely chaotic will avoid Garrosh because the opponent's powerful vitality exudes coercion. It is too obvious for the orc race.
Garrosh walked in silence and came to the largest tent of the tribe. He opened the door curtain and walked inside. The light inside was dim and a strange smell permeated the tent.
Under the huge stew pot, the firewood burned with a faint green flame. Inside the pot was stewed a viscous soup made from several demonized materials. It emitted a faint light that was hard to tell whether it was blue or green. A small area inside the tent.
"Here? Help me taste it."
The tribal shaman, who was much shorter than Garrosh and whose stooped figure was hidden under his black robe, scooped up a small bowl of viscous liquid from the pot and handed it to him.
"Gudong."
Without going into detail about what these liquids were, Garrosh directly swallowed the thick soup mixed with a large number of particles. As the soup entered Garrosh's belly, the special power inside began to work. The stomach began to send the rushing life force to Garrosh.
"There is no problem. The vitality is sufficient. It is much better than what the shaman made before."
Touching the war lines on his face that began to glow brightly due to the injection of life force, Garrosh responded seriously, his words a little low, because he was focusing on digesting the somewhat excessive life force in his body.
"Very good, then we can give them bodies. Go get what I want."
The orc shaman nodded with satisfaction and walked to a corner of the room, where a strong orc was tied up. He seemed to have been given some medicine and fell into a very deep sleep. Even if the wizard used the sharp staff head to His body was stabbed into the opponent's chest, but he didn't react at all.
Long and complicated mantras were recited in his mouth, and the green light flow was extracted from the body of the orc. As the materialized life force was extracted from the body of the orc, the strong body of the other party quickly shriveled up, and eventually the flesh was peeled away from the bones. It melted, leaving only a pool of paste with some bones on the ground.
Garrosh walked out of the tent, and the orc shaman put the green ball of light composed of physical life force in his hand into the soup pot of simmering viscous liquid. The light emitted by the liquid inside also became slightly brighter. After a while, this pot of stuff contains much more vitality than it seems.
After all, when it comes to research on the vitality of flesh and blood creatures, the orc shamans have more knowledge than the elves. They are the real masters of vitality. The magic fire used by Wang Yu is not really high-end among these orc shamans. Knowledge.
Although orc shamans have almost no knowledge of the knowledge mastered by other races, it is precisely because of the special knowledge inheritance method used by orc shamans and the way orcs use their vitality that even Sky Mechanical City has not included it, both internally and externally. The two-way knowledge occlusion is almost the situation of the orc tribe.
Garrosh walked out of the tent and ran quickly in the direction outside the camp. Looking from this place, you could see that behind the orc camp was a medium-sized hill. At this moment, a small hill appeared in the center of the hill. Huge sinkhole.
Inside the pit, a tower that is more than a hundred meters tall and seems to have a large part buried underground stands alone. Its architectural style and shape obviously have nothing to do with the orcs.
This minaret suddenly appeared here in recent days, but the shaman of Garrosh's Stoneheart tribe and the shamans of other tribes seemed not surprised by this.
There is not just one minaret, there are actually many places.
They all appear, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they only appear south of the *** River, that is, in the territory where the orc rebels are located. There is not even a single such tower in the territory of the orc royal family.
A few days ago, the orc shaman asked Garrosh to put some things here, but the shaman didn't mention much about these spires. However, Garrosh, who has a keen hearing, heard the shaman muttering to himself about "old times" and "nodes". "These are words that he doesn't quite understand.
"Crack."
Picking up the skull, which was somewhat stuck to the ground due to the solidification of the liquid seeping out from inside, Garrosh could feel how different this thing made by the shaman was compared to a few days ago.
A few days ago, when the shaman asked Garrosh to deliver a skull filled with a lot of life force, even if the life force contained in it was comparable to that of a formal knight, to Garrosh it was just the same as those decoctions. "Corpse", and at this moment, he could already feel that the head was a living thing.
"..."
Putting the head in his big hands and staring at it silently for a while, Garrosh took the thing back to the shaman's camp.
"Well, no problem. In this case, Garrosh, the being who can create a utopia for us orcs, can come to this era!"
The shaman checked the skull, and once again drew war marks on the face of the orc Garrosh to show his approval. As he spoke, he put the head into the stew pot.
As the head is inserted, the vitality-rich viscous substance in the soup pot gathers towards it, slowly shaping and filling it to form a body.
"Ah, it seems to be going very smoothly. What era is it now? Can you tell me about it? Those abyssal creatures have been dealt with properly. I don't want to see those who don't follow the rules in the Utopia. Disgusting stuff."
In the soup pot, the "reborn" life looked at the orc Grush who was watching him expressionlessly, and the wizard whose face and body were hidden under the black robe, and asked about the information at this moment with a little excitement in his words.
The Twilight Merchant Alliance under the Church of the Night is located in a magic weapon branch in the dwarf country. In the carriage and horse room, Damian and two other companions who are also members of the "Lightless Secret Order" have just transferred today's After unloading the goods, they received food from the canteen of the Chamber of Commerce and took it back to their own wooden house to enjoy.
Since they joined the Church of the Night, they followed Elliot's convoy for a long time. Later, Elliot's business grew bigger and bigger. They were not as good as the original members of the Church of the Night and Elliot. The followers of Lady of the Night who are close and familiar are assigned to these branches.
Damian discussed with his two companions and first worked in the Elf Kingdom for almost a year, and then came to the Dwarf Kingdom with the Dusk Merchant Alliance who expanded their business scope.
The exaggerated expansion momentum of the Night Church and the things they had never seen before in this continent have been witnessed by them in these years. Now, these three people can be regarded as small assets in their hands.
"Crunch..."
Damian opened his lunch box to check what he had eaten today and pushed open the door with his other hand, but the next moment, he was stunned.
Sitting next to the wooden table in the room was a person who was extremely familiar to him. He should not have been surprised by this, but now, a trance feeling emerged in Damian's mind at an inappropriate time.
"It seems that you did a good job. It is better than the original direct elimination. If the extremely dangerous god of the night god can be turned around and used in our plan, it will be a better choice. Come on, take it."
A dagger was thrown by the other party and landed accurately in Damian's hand. Looking at the dagger and feeling the countless consciousnesses inside that were compressed in extremely small crystals and were between death and survival, Damian An was suddenly confused.
