In the Temple of Our Lady of Silver on the outskirts of Arabel, a one-eyed orc is having a feast, and a group of strong orcs sit in a circle around the one-eyed orc, a sheep, a human, and a dwarf boiling in a pot.

"Grunt~" The dwarf's head floated from the cauldron, and there was a leg floating with it, the orc's cooking method was very primitive, the water boiled, the things were thrown in, and it was boiled badly, regardless of the scum and blood foam floating a thick layer on the pot, the orcs feasted and didn't care what it tasted like.

The hall was empty and windy, the hall that once filled hundreds of nobles was now empty, all the places that could be destroyed had been destroyed by the orcs, a huge orc battle flag was hung in the temple, deep into a black rag, covered with thick dust, the former temple priests were preaching here with great pomp and circumstance, now only the collapsed ruins and rubble.

The only source of light in the hall was the light falling from above the temple.

In the clearing next to the feast, the orcs used a simple wooden structure to erect many dried skins, which they would use to make simple armor and weapons, some of which were animal and some of which were human, and there was a pointed pillar in the temple on which twenty or thirty human heads were worn like gourds.

It's wealth in the sense of an orc, the head of a dwarf, the head of a human, the head of an elf.

Orcs firmly believe that might is justice, truth is axe, and morality is shackles.

"Truth exists only within the swing of my tomahawk."

- Orcs' favorite truth

The pool had dried up and been replaced by orc excrement, most of the books in the library had been burned clean by the orcs as firewood, and a few books were piled up haphazardly in the corners of the temple, carrying the smell of decay and corruption.

Civilization has been destroyed by barbarism, the weapons of criticism cannot counter the criticism of weapons, the orcs have taken over this place, they have destroyed everything, and ruled its embers, the vitality of this place is rapidly disappearing, in just a few months, the orcs have already emptied Arabel and its vicinity, and it is only a matter of time before they toss all the food and natural resources here.

So Aaron understands why Lady Raul is in a hurry to regain lost ground, because the destructive power of orcs is simply terrifying.

They quietly dealt with a few goblins and goblins on the periphery, but when they infiltrated the main hall, Aaron and the others knew that it was impossible to hide any longer.

"Ready." Hiding behind a railing, Aaron's arms outstretched, the pink-purple ball of light swirling quickly condensed in his chest, and Lord Viscount motioned for his teammates to get ready, but his teammates were all focused on Aaron's strange magic.

Disma was full of interest, and the second senior thought that Aaron would use large-scale plastic energy magic to directly blast this group of orcs at the banquet into the sky.

Maximian's face was solemn, and his cousin was terrified by Aaron's power, and he felt the primordial evil power in the pink-purple vortex of light, and the indulgence of the wild waves made him fearful as a warrior monk.

Aaron ...... What have you been through? How did he become a warlock?

The cousin forced himself to divert his attention, and the most important thing now was to deal with the orcs.

Eleanor prayed her final prayer to the Silver Lady of Suren.

"The light of the silver moon leads me to the path. My head can be separated, my heart will not be abandoned, the Silver Lady Suren is above, my lord, please give me the strength to fight! ”

After a few seconds of charging, Aaron's magic was ready.

Go!

With Aaron's order, the torment of the five rings of magic sanein spread across the center of the entire hall, sweeping all the orcs who were preparing for the banquet into it, and the pink mist caused countless waves among the orcs.

The orcs were enjoying a meal of meat, but the world in the eyes of many orcs had changed unconsciously, and their compatriots had suddenly changed from orcs to pointy-eared elves, smiling at them maliciously.

The orcs were shocked at first, then furious, but after a short period of rage, the emotion that rose in their hearts was ecstasy!

The orc god Geush was once blinded in one eye by the elven god Corellon, and Corellon cursed Geush that he would never be cured, and Geush suffered a great shame because of this, and the orc god hated Koreillon to the extreme, and any killing of elves could greatly please Geush.

In order to get Geush's blessing, the first condition is to kill an elf with his own hands, and the second condition is to perform Geush's ritual and gouge out one of his own eyes during the ceremony and give it to Geush.

If, during this process, the orc performing the ritual makes the slightest noise, then the ritual fails.

And if the orc can hold out until the end without saying a word, he will become the well-wisher of Geush, that is, the "Eye of Geush".

So many elves! So many offerings!

Everyone has an elf to kill, everyone has an eye to give, and everyone can become the eye of Geush!

The entire hall was thrown into chaos in an instant, with fierce infighting erupting between orcs and axes on the ugly, filthy stone floor, fighting together and attacking all nearby creatures like madness.

The one-eyed orc, who was the well-wisher of Geush, was stunned by the sudden chaos in front of him, and had time to shout, "I want to rebel!" The double-edged axe flying from his back made him have to resist.

The cauldron toppled to the ground, and the orcs fought among themselves, some of the orcs slashed and killed indiscriminately, and the other part of the orcs fought back without hesitation.

"It's now! Do it! Aaron exclaimed.

Disma couldn't wait, and the second senior shouted angrily and rushed to the front, his sword fluttering, rushing into the battlefield, slashing and slashing all the creatures he could see in a frenzy, and with him was Eleanor, and Miss Priest shouted Suren's name, and the moonlight fell.

The sound of arrows continued, and Maximian's longbow began to shoot, and the muffled cry represented that an orc had been hit by an arrow, and the arrow weapon pierced through the armor with a dull sound under the blessing of the power of the Sword Saint Sect's warrior monk's qi.

There were also archers among the orcs, and they realized that someone had attacked them, and they fired back, one arrow grazing Aaron's arm and hitting the floor, and the other slinging hit Aaron's chest, and his shield easily bounced the stone away.

"Mark! Cover Shot! Aaron focused all his attention on the Eye of the Eye of the Goush, who had blessed the orc, and he saw that the guy was the first to come to his senses, calling a few of his newly awake subordinates to retreat, and he saw Disma fighting two heavily armored orcs, and Eleanor was stopped by the chaos of the battle.

The cousin immediately nodded in agreement, and his longbow shot two arrows, and with the blessing of the power of qi, the arrows pierced directly through the arms of the heavily armored orcs, and Aaron summoned a patch of chaos missiles, mixed with Tzeentki's flames, and advanced as he fired, and the explosive lightning blasted through the orcs, blasting their bodies to blackened and paralyzed.

"Disma, Eleanor, don't get tangled with the orcs! Watch out for that one-eyed orc! Aaron commanded, wisps of flame and chaos missiles pouring from his fingertips into the orcs, the heavily armored orc soldiers haunted by the Tzeentch dreads emerging from the flames, and Disma and Eleanor had time to find the one-eyed orc, only to find them fleeing into the inner courtyard.

"Damn, I escaped very quickly!" Disma kicked the orc soldier over, Eleanor followed, and Miss Priest raised the Hand of the Moon Warhammer, and the roaring moonlight instantly flooded the hallway.

However, the gate of the inner courtyard had been slammed shut, and the sound of heavy objects could be heard from the other side of the gate.

Disma tried to kick the door open, but the door to the inner courtyard made of stone was heavy, so he immediately took two steps back: "Aaron, break the door!" ”

Aaron nodded, he reached out and pointed his finger at the door of the inner courtyard, and a blue beam of light shot out and struck the stone door.

3 Ring Magic, Fireball Magic!

"Boom!"

The stone door exploded, and the orcs in the inner courtyard were shocked to see Disma rush in, and Eleanor appeared, and Miss Priest swung her war hammer and smashed the orc's head open, hammering the orc's skull into a flying and shattered brain slurry.

Aaron entered the hall third, first summoning a large thorn to assist Maximian in continuing to deal with the remnants of the orcs in the hall, and then grabbed the sword of the dark moon and walked into the inner courtyard, and in just a breath, he could see his surroundings clearly - there were several stairs leading to the upper floors near him, on which were hanging orc artifacts made of human skin.

There is no doubt that there should be a statue of the god Suren standing above the fountain in the inner courtyard, standing in a fountain overlooking the foyer.

But what Aaron saw was that the hands of Suren Mama had been cut off, the eyeballs had been deliberately gouged out, the idol had been cut in two in the middle, and the remaining half had fallen into the fountain.

The water in the fountain was as black as ink and smelly, and the water spraying from the base of the sculpture was clogged with corpses.

However, Aaron only took one more look before he realized what was in the fountain water.

It's a head! That's a lot of heads!

The heads were smaller than normal human heads, and the flesh on their faces had been scraped clean by the orcs' weapons, leaving only the bones, and their resentment was scattered, staining the pool black.

Where did so many heads come from? Aaron subconsciously summoned a golden cloak to protect himself, and his eyes patrolled the inner courtyard.

Soon, he had the answer.

The wall carvings of the "Arabell's Children's Choir" were torn apart, scratched by the orcs, but they still stubbornly told Aaron what was going on here.

Suren was a child favorite, and his church always adopted many orphans.

He was always selfless, and He always gave the best to His children.

The orcs, on the other hand, were most fond of blaspheming the gods, and they also learned how to pile up children's heads together to desecrate and mock Suren.

We orcs don't raise waste!

Aaron clenched the blade of the sword in his hand, and a madness was driving him in his brain.

The relentless frenzy of war is always the most efficient way of cultural exchange, it is the poison that destroys civilization, but it is also the cornerstone of civilization's existence.

For orcs, slaughter, war, and plunder are the meaning of their existence.

Again and again, their roars of "gush" have brought unparalleled disasters to mortal worlds, and they have destroyed nations, slaughtered everything, and burned cities.

But Aaron had never seen any of this.

Today, for the first time, he had seen the evil of orcs with his own eyes.

A thousand years of hatred, a thousand years of war. Long enough for new horrors to rise and old evils forgotten.

Until the orcs reappeared, reminding humanity of the horrors of the past.

The only thing that could withstand the tide of destruction was the blood and sacrifice of the warriors.

Father, Mother, are you also fighting with such ideals?

Aaron didn't know, but he had made up his mind, and a voice in his head was urging him.

Kill them all, kill every orc.

Kill them all!

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(End of chapter)