readx;

Early the next morning, the orc's vanguard had appeared on the hill opposite the elven underground fortress. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The orc warriors of the brigade began to advance, rolling down the mountain ridge and forming themselves in front of the elven underground fortress. By this time, the elves had already erected a thick breastwork at the exit, and hundreds of elven archers were waiting behind the breastwork.

The leaders of the orcs stood on the mountain in the distance, pointing at the peak where the elven underground fortress was located. They were surprised to understand why the elves, who had always been very averse to darkness and dampness, would build a fortress in the heart of the mountain.

The mysterious man at the head took out the crystal plate, looked at it again, and then the yellow and green light flashed in his eyes, and shouted: "All the elves are in front of us!

One by one, the orders were passed to the different orc units, and an unusually tall orc looked at the elf behind the breastwork, and suddenly roared, and pointed forward with the warhammer in his hand. With a sound of the two hundred werewolves' trombone, they jumped out of the battle formation with great speed and pounced on the elves' position!

The magic longbow in the hands of the elven archers couldn't help but flicker, and in the blink of an eye, each archer shot more than three long arrows. No matter how fast the werewolves dodged, they couldn't avoid such a dense and precise rain of arrows. With a wolf howl, several long arrows were stuck in each werewolf. It's just that werewolves have tough skin and well-made plate armor on their bodies, so the elves' long arrows can only penetrate their bodies for more than ten centimeters at most. This small injury, for a werewolf who is more than two meters tall, can almost be said to be painless. The werewolves who had been hit by the arrows still leaped like flying, and they swung the curved axes in their hands, and a big stride was a distance of four or five meters, quickly closing the distance between them and the elves.

The orc front commander roared again, and a thousand orc warriors with shields and axes ran and rushed forward following the werewolf forward!

The Battle of the Green Sea has proven that well-armed werewolves are the natural enemies of elven archers. It's just that that's only for the elves of the Green Sea. Now these elven archers are all from the city of oracles.

One of the werewolves at the head was hit by several arrows, and he rushed at it, his green eyes suddenly became cloudy, and he fell to the ground, and a large ball of white foam couldn't help but gush out of his mouth, and his limbs twitched helplessly, and he stopped all movements in a blink of an eye.

Where he fell, he was less than ten meters away from the elven archers.

Behind him, dozens of werewolves fell one by one, and after only a few twitches on the ground, they never moved again.

The orc warriors who followed behind the werewolf were shocked when they saw that the werewolves, who were more agile and fierce than themselves, suddenly all fell, and their steps slowed down a little. With this hesitation, the elven archers unleashed two more waves of arrows, and then quickly retreated back to the underground fortress.

After paying for a hundred lives, the orc warriors finally made their way around the back of the breastwork, and they couldn't help but be stunned as they looked at the bottomless deep hole in front of them, which was several meters high. At this time, the roar of the orc front commander behind them rose again, so these disciplined warriors did not hesitate and rushed into the elven underground fortress.

The orc generals and priests on the mountain ridge saw that as long as the fierce and elite werewolf and orc warriors were hit by an arrow, they would immediately fall, and their faces changed. A troll shaman suddenly roared, "Poison! It's poison! It's more poisonous than the saliva of the swamp dart frog! Are they really elves?"

"They are indeed elves!" the mysterious man said slowly, "We orcs can undergo such great changes under the guidance of the beast god, and the elves may naturally undergo some changes. But no matter how they change, they will not escape the fate of destruction! Pass my orders, prepare, and activate the natural disaster!"

A long beast horn resounded through the valley, and hundreds of vicious troll warriors streamed up the mountain. In the hands of every troll warrior, there is a completely ** elf girl. In the bitter cold wind, the beautiful bodies of the elven girls have been frozen blue, and their lips have completely turned purple-gray. And their beautiful eyes were full of shame, shame, and fear.

The troll warrior was obviously well-trained, and under the command of several shamans, he pushed the elven girls in his hands one by one to a specific direction and circled around the orc leaders.

The orc generals and priests stepped back, and only the mysterious man, dressed in a red gold-trimmed robe, stood in the center of the many elven maidens. His eyes were closed, and he slowly chanted the incantation.

More than a dozen orc shamans on the periphery also began to chant at the same time, and their chanting sounds were like the cry of wild beasts, and the spells were short and powerful. As the shamans' spells finished one by one, the elven maidens' bodies began to glow with the blood-red glow of the curse. They no longer shivered from the cold, the temperature of the blood around them rose sharply, and their faces began to show an extremely painful color. But their necks were clenched tightly in the hands of the troll warriors behind them, and they could only struggle helplessly.

At the summit of the underground fortress, Rog and Theseus were standing in the wind, looking out at the mountains in the distance.

"It's like they're doing some kind of ritual. This magic circle feels familiar, and it must be related to some kind of dark spell. Hey, what are these orcs pulling so many elves for, is it for blood sacrifice? In that case, this magic ritual should be quite powerful!" Rogge carefully recognized the magic array that the orcs had built on the mountain ridge, and said slowly.

When the fat man saw the hundreds of ** elf girls being put into the magic array, his face had already turned blue. He has excellent eyesight, and he can already see that these elven girls are quite good in appearance and figure. And from the point of view of bones and muscles, the talent for practicing martial arts is also the best choice. Any of them would be able to get back a lot of money if they were put in the slave market, but these crude orcs seemed to be planning to use them as sacrifices for magic rituals, which made the fat man not feel heartache? The anger in Rogge's chest burned even more at the thought that these elf girls should have belonged to him.

Even if you don't use these elves in exchange for wealth, if you train them well, they will become very good marksmen. How powerful are a hundred elven archers? For this question, the battle-hardened Rogge could not be clearer. What's more, the elven archers under his command are equipped with poisoned arrows.

"Is it possible to get them out?" Rogge asked Theseus.

"There are a lot of strong people on our side, and it's not impossible. Hughes said slowly, "But if you want to do great things, you have to pay some price. Getting them out will affect our whole plan. Their blood...... Will pay it back with enough orc lives. ”

There was a hint of murder in Hugh's voice. When he saw that only 50,000 of the 200,000 elves in the green sea had escaped, and when he saw that hundreds of elves were about to become blood sacrifices for magic rituals in front of him, his eternal grace finally revealed Sen Sen's anger.

On the opposite hill, the elven girls suddenly screamed in unison! The insane claws of the troll warriors had ripped open their chests, pulling out their hearts, which had nearly doubled in size under the effect of the curse!

A snow-white girl[***] fell, and under the snow-like skin, bright red blood flowed out, spreading along the dents that had been carved into the ground. The blood of a hundred elven girls slowly outlined a huge and terrifying magic array in this way!

The troll warriors put the hearts that were still beating wildly in their hands on the backs of the elf girls, and the huge hearts were like monsters, poking out countless blood vessels and piercing deep into the pale skin of the elf girls.

Dozens of priests and shamans of various races took their place and began to chant different incantations. The mysterious man standing in the center of the circle suddenly roared hoarsely, and raised his hands upward! Then the hundred elven girls who were lying on the ground raised their heads together and opened their eyes! Their pupils had turned dark red, as if thick blood was constantly flowing. With the sound of the mysterious man's incantation, the elven girls opened their mouths one by one, and a thick fog as black as ink erupted from it.

On the other side of the battlefield, Rogge's brows furrowed the more he looked, he had no idea that orcs, who had always been known for their crude magic, would have a sorcerer capable of driving such terrifying magical rituals. After observing for a while, Rogge suddenly said, "I know!

"Natural disaster?" After hearing this, Xius was silent for a moment, and finally said, "...... Then let them finish this ritual!"

"Maybe you need some help?" a slightly hoarse surname sounded behind Rog and Theseus.

The fat man was slightly startled, and turned around to see that Adlene, dressed in a plain black robe, was already standing behind him at some point. Seeing that it was her, Rogge calmed down. If Adriane had bad intentions, he would have been plotting for an unknown number of times. The demons and the fat man have had a slight connection in the past, and if it weren't for Augustus stopping Elesis, the fat man might have shown his skills in the demon world at this moment. Despite the unknown origins of Adriane, it seems that she has no ill will. And Rogge always felt that she was very similar to Elesis, so he would inexplicably have a hint of affection.

"It's you, and if you're willing to help, that's great. It's just that you don't just want to help me, say, what's the condition?" said the fat man unhurriedly.

Adrene smiled lightly, and Yingying's body was full of grace for a while, but her face, no matter how you look at it, is as plain as water. She said: "Conditions? Even if you agree to my conditions, won't you go back on them? It seems that you have never taken your promise seriously." ”

"I'm only with people who are hostile. I have always had a good reputation among my own people. The fat man said awe-inspiringly.

Adlene smirked, "Well, I'm sure you're reputable. If you talk about conditions, then the help you will be able to exchange for your goodwill in the future. ”

"Okay!" Rogge agreed, but he was thinking in his heart how much fewer casualties the elves would be if Adelene joined.

Seeing that Rogge agreed, Adriane didn't pierce the fat man's heart, she looked at the opposite mountain range, and said lightly: "Orcs actually prepare for natural disasters, which just saves me a lot of trouble." ”

She danced with her hands, weaving more than a dozen dazzling gestures in the air that dazzled Rogge, and a spatial door was formed. After a flash of magical light, Miro stepped out of the spatial door. He had a new hammer in his hand, but it was clearly far from the original. He looked at Rogge coldly and didn't speak.

At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened. Rog looked up and saw that there were still thin clouds in the sky, but if these thin clouds were like a light veil, then they were now a completely opaque iron plate. Moreover, the dark red and blood-colored black in the clouds was still spreading, covering most of the sky in the blink of an eye.

It was completely dark.

After a while, the dark canopy seemed to crack, and streaks of blood-red light began to appear on it. Looking up from below, there was a huge beast in the sky, its body was so large that it could cover the entire sky. And those blood-red lines are the wounds on its body.

Bursts of crying began to fall from the sky.

In the blood-red lines in the sky, sticky dark red liquid really flowed out, like tears, and like blood!

Finally, a drop of the viscous liquid hanging from the canopy fell from the low-hanging strips of blood. With a snap, it fell to the clearing between the orc army formation and the elven underground fortress, splattering into countless tiny droplets of blood.

No one could tell if the drop of blood that fell from the sky was real, but everyone saw that the ground where it fell was quickly dyed a deep black. This black, which is so thick that it can't be dissolved, is like life, and it is still spreading outward. In the center of this black area, dark red blood streaks have faintly appeared.

But the front commander of the orcs didn't notice the vision between heaven and earth, his eyes were just fixed on the deep entrance of the elven underground fortress, and his nostrils couldn't stop spewing white gas outward. The breastwork built by the elves had long since been torn down by the orcs, revealing the entrance to the high and deep underground fortress behind it. In front of the orc commander, it seemed that the entire peak of the underground fortress had turned into a hideous beast, and the entrance to the underground fortress was the behemoth's wide open mouth.

The first thousand orcs entered the underground fortress and disappeared into the darkness, with no response. He sent a second team of 1,000 orcs to meet them, but this group of orcs also disappeared silently like mud cows into the sea.

The orc front commander waited a little longer, and finally decided not to wait any longer. He raised the three-headed flail in his hand, roared, and stepped forward! Behind him, ten thousand orc warriors trotted up and began to rush towards the elven underground fortress!

The orc commander didn't notice that he had stepped onto the blood-stained ground in the black. He just suddenly felt a feeling of discomfort and weakness coming from his feet, mixed with a little nausea, of course. However, these slight sensations are simply insignificant to the orcs who have always had strong bodies.

But the orc commander heard the cries again, countless slender, weak, and mournful cries. He immediately recognized that it was the cry of the elves, and he had not known how many elven cries he had heard since he stepped into the green sea. But this time, the elf's cry was like a drizzle, falling in the air, lingering, and never lingering in his ears.

The orc commander suddenly felt an irrepressible anger welling up from the bottom of his heart! He roared up to the sky and rushed into the elven fortress. Behind him, 10,000 orcs roared as well, scrambling into the elven underground fortress like a swarm of wild bees!

In the distance, the battle formation of the orc army was still tight, but the eyes of the warriors had gradually turned dark red. It became more and more difficult for them to suppress the restlessness in their hearts, and it was only under the majesty of the commander that they could not resist rushing to the elven fortress to kill.

On the mountain, the mysterious figure looked up to the sky, still chanting an incantation that was extremely long. Around him, the blood of the elven maidens had drawn a complete huge magic array. They were dead, but at the hands of this horrible warlock, death was only the beginning.

On their bare backs, their huge, deformed hearts beat wildly. The snow-white ** seemed to be still suffering greatly after death, writhing incessantly. And their heads were all raised desperately, looking at the mysterious figure standing in the center of the magic array, their empty eyes constantly flowing bloody tears, and they kept crying.

The mysterious figure spun around slowly, and suddenly roared wildly and spat out the last note of the spell! A blood-red light rose from his thin body and soared into the sky!

It was completely dark, and all that shone on the whole world was a dark red blood light.

The earth was silent for a moment, and in an instant, it echoed in the wind, only the elven girls were magnified to cry a thousand times!

And the orcs were boiling! They roared involuntarily into the sky, their eyes completely covered in blood!

This is a natural disaster, a natural disaster triggered by the blood and souls of hundreds of elf girls!

Under the scope of the natural calamity, all the power of darkness, chaos, bloodlust and even necromancy will be increased, while the light and divine power will be suppressed, and all creatures belonging to the light and divine camp will continue to be infested by the curse of the natural calamity, and the power and life will continue to be lost!

The scope of the scourge is so vast that it envelops the entire Elven Underground Fortress. Although it also affects the discipline of the orcs, the elves will suffer from the weakening of strength and vitality, and the magic that the elves are good at will be greatly suppressed, but the curses and bloodthirsty magic that the orc shamans and sacrifices are good at will be enhanced.

On the battlefield where hundreds of thousands of warriors are fighting to the death, this will be the decisive factor in the success or failure of the battle, not to mention, the elves are originally at an absolute disadvantage in numbers.

Scourge unleashed with the blood of the elves will also have a special bonus effect on the elves.

A drop of blood fell from the sky and landed on Rogge's face, splashing a small flower of blood. A thick tongue suddenly stretched out, rolled up the blood flower, and withdrew it back into its mouth.

"Original...... This is a natural disaster!" the fat man muttered after a long taste. He spewed out a thick mist of blood, and then he lowered his head, his eyes already blood-red.

He clenched his fists, and the muscles and flesh of his arms squirmed wildly, as if there were countless strange and tiny creatures hidden under his skin.

The fat man looked at the orc warriors who could no longer suppress the impulse in their chests and began to howl under the mountain peak, and said flatly: "It's time to kill......

Rog tore the clothes on his chest suddenly, raised his head to the sky, roared wildly, and then took a big stride, leaping down from the top of the peak, and pounced on the dense orc warriors below!

An unusually tall werewolf suddenly felt something abnormal, and he immediately looked up and happened to see the fat man leaping in mid-air. He opened his jaws and called on the troll hunters to end the unfamiliar guests in the sky with a spear.

At this moment, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the werewolf's extremely sensitive ears. As soon as he wanted to look around and find the source of the sound of the bowstring, he felt a flash of blue light in front of him.

Suddenly, the werewolf clearly felt that the wind with the power of infinite curse was passing through his brain!

Werewolves never had a chance to find the answer to this question again. He suddenly fell straight down, and there was an extra bloody hole in his forehead that was several centimeters in radius.

At this time, the fat man had fallen into the crowd of beasts with boundless power. The majesty of his leap from the summit was so fierce that the two orcs who were unfortunate enough to be at his feet were immediately trampled down, and their entire chests collapsed. The fat man's eyes were blood-red, and his shot was like lightning, and he snatched a giant axe with a curved handle from a werewolf, and then smashed his huge wolf head with a backhand blow from the handle of the axe. The fat man grinned, wielded the giant axe, and in the blink of an eye, he dismembered several orc warriors around him.

A two-headed monitor lizard with a six-meter-long body slammed away several orc warriors and rushed towards Rogge viciously.

The fat man snorted coldly, turned around, and stride, and in an instant he was already standing among the two heads of the monitor lizard! Between he raised his hand, there was a two-meter-long blade condensed from shadows on his fingertips.

The blade is swung from the bottom up!

Rog stood still, pointing to the sky, but the shadow blade had disappeared at some point. The two-headed monitor lizard couldn't stop its momentum, and rushed all the way to a distance of dozens of meters behind the fat man before stopping. As soon as it stood firm, there was a mournful roar, and its huge body split into two pieces and slowly fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the stunned gap of the orcs around him, the fat man quickly finished chanting a short incantation, so that within ten meters of him, everything was dyed with a faint layer of black, and the hideous face of demons appeared in the air from time to time, and as he moved, this barrier would always follow him. Under the natural disaster, this layer of black is almost invisible, but all orcs who enter this area will be constantly infested by various curses, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of orcs are either in chaos or fear, and more orcs are in the curse of weakness, and their combat effectiveness plummets.

The fat man looked up at the mysterious man on the mountain and smiled evilly. The mysterious man was also looking at him, his yellow and green eyes were full of anger, and even his body trembled with anger. The fat man recognized the scourge, and the mysterious figure also recognized the magic that Rogge had cast at the moment, the Dark Enchantment. The Dark Enchantment uses the power of darkness to strike at victims within its radius. Orc warriors have good magical resistance, but they are extremely weak against magic such as curses.

And under the natural disaster, all dark magic has been greatly strengthened.

Rogge raised his hand and pointed at the mysterious man, the blood in his eyes faded, the silver glowed, and he smiled, "You are mine!"

This prosaic sentence, mysteriously spanning a distance of a kilometer, sounded in the ears of the mysterious man as plainly as if Rogge was speaking beside him.

After saying this, the fat man suddenly reached out and grabbed it, pulling a troll beside him. Under his brute force, the troll's bones groaned all over his body, and he was bent down by Rogra and stretched his neck in front of the fat man. An invisible blade of qi slashed through the troll's neck, and a large stream of blood marked out like an arrow! Rogge opened his mouth and swallowed a few mouthfuls of the troll's blood, his eyes glowing with blood again.

He's furious!

The fat man raised his head to the sky and snorted a trombone, and with a force of his hands, he actually tore the troll's head off his body! Under his raging rage, the power of the dark enchantment increased exponentially.

Rogge's figure gradually became blurred, and his position was erratic. He slaughtered orcs of different races along the way and began to attack the hills!

"He who has entered the realm of the gods will lose all mortal emotions, and he who is about to become a god must first abandon all emotions as the key to open the realm of the gods. So says on the second page of the Book of Shiloh.

Rogge knows that the quickest way to abandon all emotions is to go through all kinds of extreme emotional changes first.

Only after going through the red dust can the lead be washed away.

At this moment, the orc commander who had broken into the elven underground fortress finally came to the end of a long and wide tunnel after not knowing how many passages and how many corners he had turned, and saw his first enemy, a charming-like female magician. But his heart filled with anger can't appreciate this beauty, and he only thinks about tearing up the delicate ** in front of him.

The sudden burst of beast roars echoed through the long corridor, and the orc commander took the lead, followed by hundreds of elite orc warriors, roaring angrily towards the beautiful female magician. The Orc Vanguard Commander saw only those blue eyes, not the little fire that was rapidly expanding in front of her hands.

The next moment, indescribable magical flames filled the entire corridor! These magical flames were almost colorless and transparent, but the temperature was surprisingly high, and the aura contained in them was very unique, and it was completely unsuppressed by natural disasters!

It is a flame from an extraterrestrial plane, which can only be attracted by the magic of dimensional meditation.

By the time the orc vanguard had run ten meters through the flames, the armor had turned red, the green skin had begun to zoom, and blisters had bulged out under the scorched black. When he ran twenty meters, he suddenly screamed, and a huge fireball erupted from his mouth! He ran another ten meters, and then he fell headlong and turned into a huge torch!

Aside from him, none of the hundred orc warriors in the corridor could rush past a distance of twenty meters.

Floya's face turned pale and she fell back weakly. A pair of slender hands reached over and held her.

Mora smiled softly in Floya's ear and said, "The rest is my business, you go and rest." The goddess said, "Let me take good care of you!"

With that, Mora drifted away from the void towards the path where the magic flame was still burning. Around her seemed to be a world of ice, and wherever she passed, the demonic flames were extinguished. Hundreds of heavily armed elven warriors poured out of the corridors on both sides, crossed Mora, and slain at the orc warriors on the opposite side!

Outside the underground fortress, a bowstring suddenly sounded on the battlefield. Only this time the strings lingered, reverberating between the peaks.

Echoing this string, a beautiful green light lit up on the summit, and it was the light of the Elven King's Bow!

Hughes' long hair flew, and the Elven King's bow shone brightly in his hand. And his right hand had turned into a shadow, and in an instant, I don't know how many magic arrows poured down from the Elven King's bow, like a waterfall of brilliant meteor showers, cutting through the darkness of the natural calamity, and falling towards the orc warriors who were blocked in the passage of the Yongdao.

Large swaths of orcs fell silently, and each victim had an additional bloody hole in his forehead! As if by a miracle, the exit of the underground fortress was suddenly cleared of a clearing. In the next moment, countless elven warriors swarmed out of the dust-like Mora.

Miró's eyes were purple, and he just stared at Hughes. He couldn't understand for a moment, every time Xiusi shot an arrow, he used the power close to the Holy Domain, but he shot hundreds of arrows, and the power consumed on each arrow was exactly the same!

Adriane suddenly smiled and said to Miro: "Don't just look at it, we have to fulfill the contract! While the natural disaster is not over, let's do it quickly! The last time we worked together was a hundred years ago, right?"

In the next moment, her figure had appeared in the dense crowd of beasts like bee ants. It's just that Adriane didn't cast a terrifying killing magic, she leaned forward with her right foot, and started dancing slightly!

All the orc warriors within a few tens of meters of Adriane's body suddenly went crazy, completely forgetting to kill the enemy, but following her movements, they also danced one after another!

Adriane slowly walked through countless tall and vicious orcs, dancing with unparalleled style, as if the world shrouded by natural disasters was also full of vitality because of her dancing!

It's just that she's not just dancing, and with the countless graceful gestures of her slender hands, all sorts of strange curses, fully strengthened by natural disasters, are poured down like a storm on the orcs around her!

She danced swaying in front of her, while Miro, surrounded by the Purple and Black Demon Ice Flames, followed her in style, wielding a giant hammer in his hand to smash the orc warriors who did not dance with Adelene into meat sauce. This battle was really indescribably easy for him.

The orcs who dance, this dance will never cease until the end of their lives.

And at the other end of the battlefield, the other extreme. With a wave of her hand, countless powerful icicles poured out, and the power of her spells seemed completely unaffected by the Scourge. Occasionally, her lips would open slightly, blowing out a piece of ice breath containing endless chill! This ice breath had a wide range, although the lethality was not very good, but the movements of the orc warriors within the range of the ice breath would become extremely slow, and in the face of the extremely agile elven warriors, it could almost be said that they were ready to die. And at this moment, the elven warriors who are following Mora are nearly 10,000!

That's not all orc nightmares, it's the blades that hide in the darkness that are truly deadly.

In those dark corners of the battlefield, there would be a blue glow or a five-colored halo flashing from time to time, and after each brilliance, there would always be many orc warriors who fell inexplicably.

The mysterious man on the mountain has turned from anger to rage, from rage to shock.

He really couldn't figure out why there were so many powerful beings suddenly in the elves who were already struggling to survive. And the always pure elves would actually collude with beings with powerful dark powers, which was absolutely unthinkable to him. It was originally used to deal with the natural disasters of the elves, but instead it became a sharp weapon in the hands of these powerful dark beings. What made him even more stunned was that many elven mages had also begun to cast curses under natural disasters, and each curse was both yin and vicious, and the power was no less than that of dark mages!

How do you think these elven mages are not dark elves!

It suddenly seemed to him that the world had become incomprehensible. Of course he didn't know, these were elven mages who had followed Rog for a long time.

All he could do was madly urge the Scourge Circle and keep pouring curses on the elves. However, every time he invoked a curse, the fierce beings of the other party would cast several times the curse on the orc warriors. The main points of the wrestling between the two sides have all focused on how to weaken the opponent's fighters. However, although the power of the elves was weakened by the natural disaster, the magnitude of the reduction was surprisingly small. Orc warriors, on the other hand, are at least half as powerful as they are cursed by the Scourge.

In this great duel of curses, it turned out to be the orcs who were chaotic, bloodthirsty, and dark, and it was the side that launched the natural disaster! If the curse of the mysterious man is like a torrent, then the curse that the elves counterattack is a tsunami!

The earth suddenly trembled, and in the rumbling roar, the orc war beasts, known as the servants of the beast gods, rushed into the valley and roared towards the elves. It's just that the black curtain in the sky suddenly tore open a big hole, and a large piece of sunlight swayed down. The sun was accompanied by a dragon groan, and two dragons burst out of the canopy, one after the other, and pounced on the orc war behemoth.

In the void, Wei Na sat on the dragon soul war spear, watching the two sides sacrifice their lives and forget to die, and suddenly felt very bored.

At this moment, the mysterious man was already reading in the center of the Scourge Circle. Seeing that the battle situation was not good, the orc generals around him had already rushed down the mountain and personally led the orcs to fight the elves. All the orc warriors who approached the elves were greatly reduced, and they could only rely on the accumulation of countless corpses to get an elven surname.

The mysterious man dropped another curse, and his heart suddenly moved. Where did the fat man who jumped down the mountain and killed countless people run away?

The answer was immediate.

A sharp blade of shadows crept through his neck.

"If you have Achilles' ability, then I will admit it!" the fat man sneered as he looked at the rolling head on the ground. The hundreds of troll warriors guarding around noticed that something was wrong, and before they came up to surround him, the fat man had already lifted the head of the mysterious man, and his figure disappeared into the darkness again.

The cracks in the canopy grew wider, and large expanses of sunlight pierced through the black curtain and sprinkled on the battlefield strewn with corpses.

The catastrophe that lost the presiding mage is coming to an end.

"Is the natural disaster coming to an end?" all the powerhouses on the elven side looked up at the sky and thought to themselves.

The elves retreated into the underground fortress like a tide, and the strong men also fought back from the orcs. In the middle of the battlefield, two dragons had torn the servants of the beast god to pieces, and they looked around, looking for the next victim, when suddenly they seemed to receive a call from the underworld, and they rushed to the sky.

The natural disaster ended, and the war ended with the active retreat of the elves.

The orcs who had lost their leader were at a loss for a while, but they still numbered more than 100,000, and according to convention, their strength was far stronger than that of elves. Therefore, they still chose to camp to block the exit of the elven underground fortress, and whether to fight or retreat was to wait for the priests and the high priest Augenheller to ask for advice.

But on this night, countless orc warriors suddenly became weak and had a high fever. They vomited and diarrhea and had no rest all night, and by dawn thousands of orc warriors were dying of sickness. The orc generals and the priests were shocked and furious, and they had no choice but to retreat to the central mountain range first.

"Not enough killings!" In the underground fortress, Rog and Xiuth inspected the elven wounded while hating the tunnel. In any case, the loss of the 150,000 elves in the green sea was beyond the limit of what he could tolerate.

"Why should you worry?" Theseus smiled and comforted Rogge, "These orcs will not die all, and there will definitely be quite a few orc warriors who will survive the disease." But the seed is still in them. They will bring the plague back to the Orc Empire for us. ”

(To be continued)