"The true god has fallen, and Claire Ladin, the patron saint of the forest, has fallen. The demigod Prescott is dead! ”

The patron saint of the elven kingdom in the north is the god of the forest, and his fall at this time has given all elves the feeling that the sky is falling.

"It's impossible! The gods are immortal, how could they fall! How could the great forest victim, Lord Claire Latin, fall! ”

This is probably the first feeling of all the Northland elves after the news spread, for thousands of years, the elves have imitated them and kept them away from the main theme of the Northlands - the cruel competition for survival.

The warmth of the environment, the peace of the battlefield, they had become accustomed to the life of the gods, and regarded it as the truth as if the sun had risen in the east, and now that the sun had suddenly ceased to rise, they were naturally terrified to the extreme.

"We're finished, and the Northern Elves are finished.

Those panic mongers who lost their minds first were directly accused by the elven warriors, but the fear and uneasiness had already spread to the entire elven north, and the rumors could be denied, but some things could not be denied.

Due to the death of the guardian god of the forest, without the protection of his divine power, the elven kingdom with a beautiful dream has come to reality, returning to the natural cycle of heaven and earth, and nature has begun to show his cruelty without discrimination!

At this time, the streams in the forest began to freeze, large swaths of trees began to die, the forests that did not belong to the Northland were dying, and the outermost shelterbelts had completed decades of transformation in just a few minutes, and they had lost all their leaves in the blink of an eye, and the immortality maintained by the divine power came to an end in an instant. Withering and death are just around the corner.

There is no barrier that the Guardian of the Forest erects with the forest. The unnatural difference between the high and low temperatures between the Elven Kingdom and the Northland. Let the natural balance launch a fierce counterattack.

In the poetic description of the elves, the violent north wind turns into a cruel god of the season, and with a turn, it quietly pulls the isolated elven paradise back to the cruel northland.

When the cold wind poured into the elf land that was originally like spring all year round, the elf who shivered suddenly knew that at this time, it was already winter, and this cruel winter specially made by angry nature for the elves was not good.

And when the elves were in a panic. Their "kindred" fell into an inexplicable ecstasy, the more they fought and became braver, it was not enough to describe their passion, in the grand blood sacrifice, the newborn dark elf toxin god added a turquoise viper emblem next to the spider god emblem of the spider queen, and from then on, the dark elf god system was no longer a lonely Rose god system, and the ambitious Rose had begun to consider the order of the new elf god system.

Under the banner of the black eight-clawed spider, the legions of the dark elves had begun to assemble, and the elven defenders who had been drawn from the main force were no match for them, and they watched as the invaders built up a continuous array of camps and siege equipment in their homeland. The Dark Elves have no secret of their intention to stay here at all.

The Imperial Tomb of the Tassel Kingdom has been excavated, and all the underground world exits are open. Every day, countless dark elves are driven out of the underworld, and they can't wait to taste the more delicious prey as if they have smelled the delicious taste of blood.

The dark elves who had a feud with the surface elves did not carry out the genocide as the world expected, but the calm preparation for war, the attitude of treating themselves as nothing, made the elves who still hoped for victory despair.

"They're waiting, they're waiting for our expeditionary legion to come back. They are sure of victory, they have the protection of Rose, and without the participation of other elven gods, our legion has no chance of victory. What exactly was the sublime Ansolo thinking? Why let the Children of the Forest be killed by the vicious spider queen! Why our prayers are not answered in the slightest? ”

The elven gods had time to answer the prayers of the Northlanders, and the human gods had sensed their betrayal, and they were now in a position to protect themselves.

In a sense, the elves do lack the responsibility to serve as the pillars of order, and compared to the human powers, which increasingly regard their patron saints as mascots, the elves are too dependent on the gods, and they even regard the first element of war as the protection of the gods.

"No, they're waiting for their own reinforcements too, the number of dark elves is increasing every day, damn it! How many dark-skinned bitches are there? ”

How many dark elves are there in the dark underworld? I'm afraid that even Rose herself didn't know that she used her power to give the dark elves a fertility far beyond that of ordinary elves, but she was also put on the hat of corruption and depravity and banished to the underground world.

"Damn Ansolo! You say I'm falling. Dropped? Okay, I'll fall. I'll show you what the real evil is! ”

In a sense, Rose's self-abandonment led the entire dark elves to truly fall into darkness, killing each other, betraying, and deceitful became the main theme of a race, even the devils in the underground did not dare to say that they were better at deception than the dark elves, but at least, this was collectively fallen by the upper elves. The Fallen Race is indeed powerful, and when they are freed from the curse of the restriction of fecundity, their heritage is far stronger than the world expects.

No race is inherently evil, a person's good and evil are more determined by acquired experience, Rose's poisonous ink did not blacken the entire race, the gray elves under the protection of the moon god, the dark elf rangers who live in isolation, the dungeon lord who openly disobeys Rose's call, even the dark elves have countless different beliefs and ideas within them, and Rose has long been unable to control the entire dark elf race.

But look at the current Dark Elf camp, the continuous camp under the largest banner does belong to Rose, the moonlight mark, the blood blade mark, the ice double sword emblem and so on are scattered among them, and countless scattered camps, large and small, represent countless betrayers of the dark elf society, and the area they occupy together is far greater than Rose's power, which also proves from one side that the division of this race is very high.

At this time, this group of dark-skinned elves who are in the underground for various reasons to vendetta against each other. But for the same goal. Came together.

"In the past, there was no impartiality in the trials of the ancestors. Even if our ancestors are wrong, but our descendants also have the right to live under the sunny blue sky, and we also have the freedom to roam comfortably, we must prove with facts that we dark elves are the best of all the elven races, and the superior elves who deserve to ascend the throne the most! ”

Under this banner, the dark elves who had been divided were temporarily united. Under the black mist of magic summoned by Rose's divine power, they dodged the burns of the sun, patiently sharpened their daggers in the shadows, and patiently waited for the cruel battle between their destined kinds.

And the dark elves who invaded in advance naturally began to dissociate themselves from the other forces in the underground world, and their current goal is only to have their own piece of blue sky.

"It is enough to have the Northlands first, there is the Elven Spring, there is the forest, and here we can rebuild our kingdom. Here's what we wanted! ”

In a sense, as long as the drums of jihad are beaten again. It was only a matter of time before the dark elves and Rose returned, who had sharpened their fangs in the underworld, but Roland and Iye's invitation letters gave her the best time and reason to intervene.

At this time, countless tents were set up under the city, and the dark-skinned elves longed for the pleasure of revenge and the sweet brew of blood, and the dark elves, who were characterized by betrayal, were united under the same goal.

And for the northern elves who live here all year round, this is naturally a nightmare.

Standing under the capital, the newly returned king Atrion looked blankly at the desperate scenery in front of him, was this what he sacrificed his daughter in exchange? Is this the elven prosperity that the elven gods promised for them?

"I should have expected that if I came out first in the holy war, I would inevitably become cannon fodder."

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the evaluation that person made about him.

"You, you care about everything and lose everything, you calculate too much, in fact, you count all small profits, but you never see the general trend. If you calculate your gains and losses every day, sooner or later you will have to count yourself into it. ”

"I wasn't wrong! I'm absolutely not wrong! ”

But by this time, the war situation no longer allowed him to hesitate and blame himself, and the coalition forces of the other three countries had already complained a lot about him, and many of them hoped to disband the coalition and return to defend their own countries with their respective armies.

"Stupid, more short-sighted than useless humans, do you think those dark-skinned bitches won't go to other countries after they have laid down the tassel kingdom? Our tassels are enough for them, and they want the entire Northland Elf Realm! ”

All the way back, the tragic situation of the Tassel Kingdom has made the armies of the other elf kingdoms more centrifugal, if you can't integrate the entire elf force, this war will be lost without fighting.

"Invite the two generals and Prince Kazarus to the banquet, and just say that I have something private to say, so that Alvin can prepare with the Moonblade Elite and listen to my orders."

Facing his henchman with a shocked face, the king gritted his teeth and made a gesture to wipe his neck, he had already made up his mind, he was willing to pay a qiē for the protection of his kingdom.

When this winter came, no one expected that there would be so many forces involved, the elven battlefield, the red maple defense line, and the Antun elemental battlefield, the three main battlefields constituted the most eye-catching opening battle of this holy war.

The three battlefields affect each other and intertwine with each other, and to the point where a defeat on any one battlefield may lead to an avalanche-like rout.

"The war belonging to the betrayer" is another name given to it by later generations in history, but for the parties in the present generation, the evaluation of later generations is never important, and the current annoying shape that is inseparable from the enemy is the most headache.

The mutual betrayal between the two camps, the mutual fraud between the same clan, has become the daily routine, today's enemies, tomorrow's friends, yesterday's comrades-in-arms, tomorrow's mortal enemies.

This kind of repetition, even the noble true gods are not immune, when the holy war is restarted, those who are the best in the world, under the hint or coercion of the big guys. It is no longer possible to remain left and right. It is also necessary to take sides with practical actions.

In a sense. It was at this critical point in time that the letter from Iyer, one of the bigwigs on the order side, was more convincing and had the power to make Rose choose a side again.

And at this time, as one of the biggest losers of the last holy war, the orcs without the protection of the gods, tried to turn the tables in this war, and their previous raids were indeed excellent, but now. But I ran into some minor troubles.

"Have we all been unplugged? How is it possible, I remember that there were a total of two thousand three hundred and seventy-six groups, and seventy percent of them were human hybrids who could not be distinguished from each other, and they did not know each other, how could they all be dug up. Many of the seeds that have been buried deep have been buried for one or two hundred years and three generations, and we should have not started it, how could it be dug up. ”

As the besieger who has the initiative, the current Orc Emperor Emmon. The blood axe is a headache, and from the beginning of the war to the present, the intelligence system is incomplete. It's a big problem that always plagues orcs.

The first thing in war is intelligence, the blessing of the "peaceful trade" policy of the kingdom of Tosluvel. More than a hundred years of mutual contact, enough early enough for ambitious orc tribes to infiltrate the kingdom into a sieve.

But after the war really began, none of the "seeds" that had been laid in ambush sprouted.

The turtle orc who was reporting the situation was sweating profusely, and as the head of the intelligence system, he was also the chief of a tribe, but in front of this group of angry big chiefs, he only felt that his life was threatened.

It's no wonder that the chiefs are so angry, raising troops for a thousand days and using them for a while, originally the war was the most active time period for spies, and now it should be the time for him to show his skills, but since the start of the war, he has simply handed in a blank slate.

"There should be thirteen groups in Red Maple City, but all of them have been dug up, and the ones hanging at the east gate are the ones. And, I"

"That female guard of Ximen told you that we are a vase, we concentrated our combat strength to attack Ximen, and as a result, we suffered heavy losses, and the loss of air horses is our accumulation over the years, and you actually don't know those magic swordsmen and war machines? The size of a floating battleship, you told sù that I didn't see it? A bunch of garbage, what am I raising you for! ”

At this critical moment, hearing the ineffectiveness and misinformation of the intelligence system again, the enraged Orc King raised his battle axe in a roar, intending to take action himself and decapitate the heads of the waste.

"Wait, how did those spies leak? Don't mention those who have obvious characteristics of our race, they are just a façade, but how those human spies and hybrids were exposed is unreasonable, isn't it?"

Compared with the furious Eagle King, the bear man Lund is much more stable, but judging from the jade in his hand when he accidentally crushes it, he is not calm, the damage of the Beth beast, this can never be made up for the loss, he has been heartbroken for several nights of sleep.

At this time, when he said the last "Mo Fei", he looked around, and his suspicious gaze lingered on the faces of the chiefs.

The implicit meaning in the words is actually obvious, such a deeply buried intelligence system has been dug up, and it is only possible that there is a spy, or an extremely high-level spy.

"No, not a mole."

Even though the axe was already on top of his head, he was sweating profusely, and there was something to say, the intelligence director still had to say it.

"It has nothing to do with the spies, in fact, there was something wrong with our own logistics, which led to the exposure of all the spies."

"Huh?"

What is the problem that can expose all the intelligence spies? The chiefs in the room were full of disbelief.

"If that matter is investigated, it will probably start from thirty years ago, because of the simplicity of nature, it is quite difficult for our people to make a living in the human world, and they were suddenly sent to a foreign country, those spies are not good at business, many spies have been cheated of their belongings in just three months, and returned to the plateau under hunger and cold."

Everyone nodded, it is a well-known fact that orcs are not good at management, not to mention these illiterate spies, many "wise" witch doctors and shamans have the experience of being deceived in human society.

For the orcs, who still maintain the ancient custom of bartering, the human world is too complicated to be met without encountering a liar. It's also likely that all the coils will be spent quickly. In the end, he had no choice but to return home.

"We never knew exactly when the day of the counteroffensive was. If we keep sending new spies, this investment in intelligence is simply a bottomless pit, my people are not wealthy, they can't afford it, and in the end, by chance, we get the legendary treasure. ”

"Secret treasure?"

"Well, it was a fortuitous witch doctor trial. Our witch doctor accidentally mixed the herbs used for divination with the spices used in cooking, and by a series of accidental coincidences, he made a world-famous secret treasure - Olhão's roasted troll meat! ”

Hearing this, the chiefs swallowed their saliva and they had all tasted this delicious red barbecue, which was indeed unforgettable.

"Your Excellency also knew, and based on that, we opened up a series of delicious yakiniku and meat burgers, and Aurang Yakiniku became famous all over the world. Hmph, that damn human actually stole our recipe. I built a wheat burger joint and played against us everywhere. It's shameless! ”

"What does this have to do with our spies being dug up?" Aemon was also a little surprised, isn't this talking about the intelligence system again? How did you get involved in the fast food restaurant war.

"You also know that our spies are not good at business, and the Orion Barbecue Restaurant is one of the few profitable and profitable deals, and as a result, all the spies have opened the Orion Barbecue Restaurant! And then when one was dug up, all of them were dug up! ”

Well, in fact, because the Orion barbecue shop is so profitable, there are even orcs who take the initiative to become spies and use the way to open a shop to enjoy the happiness of the human flower world

"I'm X! Isn't this looking for death! "It's so stupid! Who gave the order! That idiot did such a stupid thing. I'm going to hang him on a flagpole! ”

The roar of the Orc King Emon echoed violently in the tent, and the high-pitched voice made the guards outside the door tremble.

Seeing Ammon so angry, the director was sweating profusely,

"It's you"

The voice of the answer was not loud, but it was not ordinary people present, the chiefs were stunned for a moment, and then there was an eerie silence, only the grinning Emon still asked.

"What?"

"It's you, my Black Rock tribe is a subordinate tribe of your Blood Axe tribe, and the entire intelligence and detective work has always been managed by the Eagle tribe who is good at flying, and you are the co-leader of all the Eagle people, and I have always been a loyal minister under your command. When you first succeeded to the throne, you said, 'Who knows when those useless spies will be used, anyway, it can't be my generation, it is better to seize the opportunity to earn more foreign exchange, so that all the clansmen can do the most profitable business!'" We're going to make Orion Rotisserie all over the world! We want to be the king of the world! ’”

Eamon's recollections, as if thirty or forty years ago, when he had just succeeded to the throne, did say something similar, and it was recorded in the tribal book as the wisest of speeches.

As the chief of the Blood Axe Tribe, what he is most proud of is not his martial arts and strategy, but his ability to lead his people to make a fortune, and it is precisely because of the strength of the Blood Axe Tribe that he will be selected as an agent to cooperate with the God of Earth Elements.

"Actually, I can't blame you, it's just that humans are too cunning. You see, we now know that those wheat burgers are actually spies sent by San Antonio. Our arrested clansmen were all reported by clowns with red wigs! ”

When it comes to the painful part, the turtle man has a handful of snot and tears.

"It's the mascots who sing the blue road! They also beat us with cooking ingredients and threw us with disgusting red wigs. It's too despicable to put stones in the hamburger, and the brothers are so miserable, our mascot, the old man with the whitebeard orc, can't beat it with a troll bone cane. The scene was simply miserable. ”

'Old whitebearded orc? Mascot? Isn't this looking for death? ”

A certain chieftain finally pointed out another glaring loophole, and now it was the turn of a certain bear chieftain who was sweating profusely, and he also remembered the foolish thing he had done twenty years ago when he had just succeeded to the throne.

The intelligence director took a look, anyway, if he couldn't say it, it was a dead word, and maybe he might still be alive if he said it, but he gritted his teeth and said it.

"That's an adult commemorating his deceased grandfather, and making additional requests that the white beard symbolizes wisdom, the crutch symbolizes the spirit of not admitting defeat, and the white dress symbolizes the pace of shaman civilization, and he said that human beings should be able to understand the beauty of the rough culture of the orcs!"

All right. When he said this, the intelligence director kept staring at a certain bear man, and the meaning was obvious, now, no one should blame anyone.

"Ahem, I'll discuss it again. In fact, it is possible to fight without intelligence. Said the pretending calm bear chieftain Lund.

"Well, agreed. We orcs have the best combat power in the world, and there is no need to learn from weak humans to engage in intelligence spies. The orc emperor Ammon, who breathed a sigh of relief, said.

The two strongest bigwigs sang and harmonized, and the other chiefs could say something, nod.

"Inform all orcs that from today onwards, McBurger is our orc's mortal enemy! Orion Rotisserie is our pride! As of today, you are not our head of intelligence, we have appointed you as a special advisor to the roast economy, overseeing the roast economy of the entire orc union! ”

Hearing this, the intelligence director was overjoyed.

"Great, that's my calling! I'm the chairman and master chef of the Orion Roast Joint Council, and there's absolutely no problem handing it over to me, it's much better than annoying intelligence work. You're so good at choosing people! ”

Hearing this answer, except for the great chief of Aemon, who was very happy to be flattered and still smiled very proudly, all the chiefs had a strange face.

"No, it's not the right place to start, it's the wrong person to be assigned in the first place! You let a chef be the head of the spy, and it's no wonder if there is no problem! Now that we are at war, is it necessary to go to a chain of rotisserie restaurants? Did you get it wrong from the beginning, you just use a spy as a chef, don't use a chef to be a spy again! (To be continued......)