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For Donald, who is equipped with equipment like the Soul Orb, the ideal place to collect soul power is where a large number of creatures have died, and these creatures have preferably died not by natural causes, but out of desperation or forced death. Only then will the quality of the remnant soul there reach a high standard, and it will be even more perfect if it is a soul that contains negative emotions such as sadness, anger, fear, pain, etc., at the time of death!

Often the more intense the emotions are bound before death, the easier it is for the soul of the deceased to remain in the main world, and the stronger the soul power contained. As for the negative energy absorbed in the unconscious of these remnant souls, it will be filtered and purified by the soul ball in the process of absorption, leaving only pure soul power, which will not have the slightest effect on Donald......

Therefore, collecting souls, apart from the site of a massacre similar to that of a previous life, where else is there a battlefield where fierce battles are taking place?

At this time, Donald said to Uther beside him with a happy face:

"Now there is no shortage of permanently summoned soul power, if so many dead orc souls are allowed to disperse in vain and return to the arms of the so-called beast god, wouldn't it be a great waste? It is said that the beast god has already fallen under the hands of the human gods, and there should be no problem in harvesting the souls of the orcs!"

"Even if the beast god has not fallen, there are human gods to deal with, and I can't find the head of this little mage like me, if I can accumulate 180,000 orc soul fragments, wouldn't I be able to permanently summon an army of demonic beasts loyal to me??"

With excitement, Donald waved his hand and ordered the summoned team to move on.

After dealing with the three orc spearmen, with the supervision of the sentry guards controlled by the troll witch doctors and the cooperation of the static traps, Donald, who was advancing forward, encountered several squads of orcs one after another, all of which relied on the sentry guards covering most of the mountains and forests, and had a panoramic view of the surrounding environment, and any movement within the monitoring range could be detected in advance. Or maybe the orcs hit a static trap and fall into the siege, then summon creatures to rush up and easily solve it, and finally Donald comes forward to harvest the soul and order his men to collect the spoils.

The slaughter of several waves of orc pathfinders in a row can be said to be the biggest casualty caused by him since he came to this world, but Donald does not feel the slightest guilt.

Humans and orcs are incompatible, they are two races that cannot be reconciled, not only humans, but also intelligent races such as elves have the same relationship with orcs, first of all, the cruelty, violence and innate aggression of orcs basically make it impossible for humans and other races to live in peace with them. Secondly, with the terrifying fecundity of the orcs, as well as the raw and cold recipes, once it is developed, I am afraid that there will be no place for other intelligent races to live on the continent.

According to the ancient High Elves, that is, the orc race cannot reach a state of equilibrium with nature, and only knows how to ask for it without knowing how to report, and let the orcs grow stronger, sooner or later, they will eat up the entire main material world.

Therefore, orcs are a cancer in the Overworld, a group of pests, and of course they must be ruthless to such enemies, and if they are sympathetic, they are asking for trouble.

And Donald mostly lets the summoned warriors do it, so there is a layer of difference in mood, after all, he doesn't want to become a murderous psychopathic murderer.

Of course, even if he encounters orcs head-on, Donald will not be afraid in the slightest.

At this point, Donald dealt with a few more orcs, pointed to the corpses they left behind, and asked Uther:

"My knight, what do you think of the orcs' combat prowess?"

"Most of the outposts of the orcs are generally long-range troops such as spearmen or slingers, and in this mountainous and jungle area, it is undoubtedly very suitable for these two types of troops, human infantry and cavalry cannot exert much combat effectiveness in such an environment, and although the skills of human scouts are much higher than those of savage orcs, they cannot be compared in terms of strength. ”

Donald nodded, and Uther continued to analyze:

"As for the enemy's main force, according to the knowledge given by the master, it is a more powerful orc giant axeman. Of course, it is a giant axeman, and with the poor smelting ability of the orcs, only the most elite troops among them can hold an iron axe, and most of the others are maces, stone axes, or even just a thick wooden stick. Even such a team, with its average Black Iron level combat effectiveness, would be a nightmare for an ordinary human army. ”

"If you were given the same number of Terran infantry, would you be able to defeat such an orc rank?"

Uther replied without thinking.

Although the infantry warriors are elite, they are far inferior to the main force of the orcs in terms of individual combat effectiveness, and the probability of failure under the same number is more than 90 percent, and the other 10 percent chance of victory can only be obtained on the basis of considering the success of traps and other strategies. ”

"Of course, the master's summoning warriors are incomparable to most armies in this world in terms of quality and discipline, if I can arrange a few warriors of different races, the requirements are not too high, and the third and second level troops cooperate with each other, so that I have eighty percent certainty of defeating the same number of orcs head-on. ”

Donald knew that Uther's analysis of the situation was very accurate, because in the wars with the orcs over the years, humans were often in a weak position, and only by relying on a large number of equipment, powerful war equipment, and mysterious magic power, human beings could repel the constant invasion of the orcs for many years.

Therefore, every time the orcs invade, the first thing that humans lose is a team such as vanguard scouts, and it often takes dozens or hundreds of scouts to sacrifice their lives in exchange for finding out the movements of the orcs. It was for this reason that the people in the fortress regarded this reconnaissance mission as a death mission, and Bolton and others used this to provoke Donald into the trap.

It's a pity that the orcs made a good calculation this time, but they met Donald, a freak, who could summon summoned troops suitable for any combat environment in the game world at will, and wiped out nearly half of their vanguard team by himself.

Such a battle record is not only a pile of hundreds of orc heads collected in the spatial imprint, but also the black smoke that was originally faintly visible in the soul ball has gathered into a small stream of gray-black air, which is the soul power of these orc soul fragments after purification.

After harvesting the soul fragments of hundreds of orc strikers, Donald's team advanced several kilometers westward, beyond the surveillance range of the previously set guard guards, and the area behind him was basically cleaned by him.

As he was ordering the six troll witch doctors, who had almost recovered their mana, to move forward and set up sentry guards and stationary traps, they noticed a creature approaching behind them. The sentry guard's vision can only find traces of creatures, but they can't clearly understand the situation of the other party, and the units found by the sentry guard are just a point of light, but because of the difference in size and strength and friend and foe, the color performance is different. So Donald summons an owl to fly backwards and share the perspective with it.

It didn't take long for Donald to spot the creatures, but they weren't the remnants of the orcs he had imagined, but the black-clad humans who were stealthily walking forward.

Judging by its skillful and agile movements, it must be an elite soldier in the human army.