Darkus turned around and glanced at Alyssa.
Alyssa nodded in understanding, jumped off the cold lizard, and put her hands on the ground.
The lie of the earth, the earth never lies, the earth tells everything.
"Sir, the terrain around here goes from high to low. We are at a low position. The orcs rushed out of the high forest, about three hundred meters away from here." Alyssa stood up and pointed forward.
"Don't enter the forest!" Darkus snapped his fingers and then added.
Belloda raised the newly acquired far-sea staff and recited a spell. The lightning-thundering sky and the humid mist were filled with the wind of Aegir. Then, she blew a strong wind forward, and the mist broke instantly. open.
As the fog cleared, the Druchi saw the road ahead, and at the same time a group of orcs were rushing towards them.
Colonia roared wildly before launching a devastating blast of dark magic at the orcs. Her black magic was more terrifying than Drusala's in form. The black magic tore the flesh of the orcs, and the orcs roared in anger and pain. The flesh on the bones was boiled and melted, like a pot of water boiling for a long time. It was like bones and flesh fell off, and then turned into a skeleton.
"Silver Helmet~Cold Lizard Dread Knight!" Darkus yelled with his voice stretched out in a sinister manner.
Amidst the laughter of the Druchi, the knights in the first row held the shield in their left hand to block, and raised the Soul Eater in their right hand to point it straight at the sky. The knights in the second row raised the Soul Eater on the saddle, and then pulled out their respective shields. Melee weapons, the ones in the back rows are the same as those in the second row.
"We are ready to go!" Darkus drew out the God's Halberd and pointed forward and shouted.
"Druchi!"
"These greenskins will become sacrifices to the Lord of Blades, march forward until they are killed!"
"Spear and shield!" At this moment, no matter their class, status, or origin, the Druchi were all looking ferocious. The hysterical shouts and responses.
A greenskin who had not been affected by Drusala's black magic roared and jumped up, raising a huge stick with both hands and smashing it. While he was still in the air, a Soul Eater stabbed into his throat.
Malanur stabbed the Soul Eater under the flange of an orc's helmet with precise precision, severing the vertebrae in the orc's neck and severing the spinal cord like a surgeon. As the cold lizard charged, he rotated the Soul Eater with protruding wings 180°, picked and pulled it out, and pulled out the Soul Eater that could fight repeatedly, and continued to raise it into the battle. This set of smooth movements has been deeply ingrained in his nerves. This is a must-train item for Ebony Claw.
An interesting spasm occurs when the orc loses control of his motor functions and begins to die. But before Darkus could finish his observation, the big guy's powerful hind legs crushed the orc's head like a watermelon.
A group of orcs rushed towards the charging cold lizards without fear of death, and then a wave of projectiles hit Druch.
Drusala just waved casually, and a black flame swallowed up most of the thrown objects, and the remaining thrown objects clanked against the shield and lizard armor.
Then the group of orcs were either knocked out by the huge impact of the Cold Lizard, or their eyeballs or throats were pierced by the Soul Eater.
The still-fighting orcs responded with tattered weapons, but found their attacks deflected by some strange stance. The harder the blow, the harder the bladed stone stick is deflected.
Prickly thorns spurted out from the surface, forming a living shield of spikes to protect around Cold Lizard and Druch, and the flesh and blood bodies rushing in the front row were transformed into invulnerable rock skin.
A storm spell appeared at the front of the team and pounced on the charging orcs. Belloda laughed after casting the spell. At first she thought she was infected by the Druch beside her. But now she suspects that every elf, whether it is Druch or Assur, has a bloodthirsty core and what some people call cruelty!
In battle, this core emerges from the deepest depths of the heart and appears on the surface.
Belloda witnessed her cultural mask and moral shackles falling off her face, so much so that she was unable to realize whether she really had a cultural mask or so-called morals on her body. It was another interesting emotion worth recording, and she couldn't help but enjoy it.
Compared to the bloodthirsty and cruel laughter of the elves, Puyr, who was playing soy sauce among the team, became confused, and showed a horrified expression after hearing the laughter. He did not feel the joy of battle flowing through his veins. After all, he was not an elf, and he could not understand what this meant to him personally and to the people of Albion Island.
Puir held up the god's sword in horror. He saw his friend who had been drinking with him in front of him, took his right foot out of the saddle, and then used the metal toe on the boot to dig into the goblin's head. .
The weapon in the goblin's hand fell off, and while screaming in pain, he grabbed Darkus' calf armor with his fingers, and then he flew up comically. The cold lizard under Puyr captured his flight trajectory. Then his body was torn apart like a rag doll as the cold lizard shook it left and right.
The sound of battle and the ferocious laughter came from all around Puyr, and then the goblin's green blood splashed onto his face, and his expression changed from frightened and confused to deep fear. Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. In his mind, orcs were very powerful. It took a lot of strength for the warriors in the tribe to kill an orc. But now... He had previously thought that these elves, these The messenger of the ancient saint is very strong, but I didn't expect it to be so strong.
The halberd of the god was inserted back after Darkus finished showing off. He was in the second row and was not suitable for using the halberd. He used the scarlet sword to cut off an orc's arm, and the orc's arm and hand The blade flew out. The kinetic and potential energy forced him to give up on the defenseless orc. He thrust out the scarlet sword and pierced the abdomen of the next orc.
The orc let out a deafening roar and tried to punch Darkus with his huge fist, but under the action of kinetic and potential energy, Darkus's scarlet sword directly cut his body, and his huge fist He became weak and then staggered to the ground.
"Why is this happening?" Darkus asked the goblin curiously. When the blade pierced the goblin's abdomen, the goblin sprayed the last meal onto the big guy's lizard armor.
Of course the goblin couldn't understand the Elvish language, so he could only look at Dacus in pain, as if Dacus was crazy.
Darkus understood the expression on the goblin's face, and there was a sense of humor that he couldn't resist, and he smiled even more happily. As he laughed, the power radiated from the scarlet sword tore the goblin's body apart, drowning the goblin in a sea of pain.
A flash of green light flashed, and the elves' terrifying laughter paused.
An orc shaman had taken off his cloak and stood within the sight of the elves. His figure became extremely clear in the light, like a burning lamp on the top of the mountain. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the elves witnessed the yellow-green energy light on his body, which was a unique sign of shaman magic and showed their unique way of using power.
Orc shamans are the living medium of communication between the mortal world and Brother Gaomao, and their deception can make the most ruthless senior warriors avoid them. Shamans draw their power not only from the winds of magic, or what the greenskins call "the furry twins," but also from the raw energy emanating from their orc companions. Shamans are known for causing their enemies to suddenly burst their brains out, often by shooting death rays from their own eyeballs or summoning a giant green foot to descend from the sky and trample those unfortunate enough to be beneath them to a pulp.
The orc shaman released explosive magic, and a green halo surrounded him, and the light became more and more dazzling.
It seemed to Darkus that the orc shaman at this moment seemed to be looking forward to a great magic showdown?
Just when Darkus was thinking about it, the orc shaman exploded. It was not his thinking that caused the explosion. He thought that his thinking was not so evil.
Kalien placed the Silver Owl Crossbow on the forearm of his left hand. After taking aim, the crossbow arrows fired turned into terrifying lightning. At the same time, the lightning falling from the sky turned into a flare, which merged with the lightning he shot.
Darkus watched the orc shaman's staff fly out with the impact of the explosion. He knew that the orc shaman had indeed exploded, rather than disappearing using some space spell or something like that.
The Druchi once again let out terrible laughter, seemingly mocking the orc shaman's overestimation and blind arrogance.
Druchi, who was next to Kalien, looked at the Silver Owl Crossbow. In their opinion, it was a huge killer. They had expected the power of the crossbow, even though it was strengthened by the vigorous wind of Aegir just now. But this is also... too strong.
As the silver-helmeted cold lizard fear knight rushed to the edge of the forest, with the death of the backbone orc shaman. After an eternity of hellish melee, the noise of the battle died down. As the orcs retreated back into the mist, their roars died down, but they left behind an unsettling aura. The goblins' screams, giggles, and wild cries faded into the distance. Gradually, human voices began to dominate, and war cries were replaced by concerns and inquiries about the health of brothers, companions, and loved ones.
Puyr's face and arms were covered with blood, the red representing human blood and the green representing orcs. He had several wounds on his body and the situation did not seem promising. The skin on his forehead was scratched, revealing pink flesh, which was unbearable to see. However, he raised his hand and whispered a spell, and the wound began to close, leaving only a pink scar.
While Pouille's external wounds healed, his internal wounds widened.
Like an evil spell breaking the seal, the fog gradually lifted as the battle ended, revealing a horrific scene of carnage. The ground was covered with the corpses of humans, orcs, and goblins.
Malog and his warriors fought bravely in the battle, but more than half of their men were killed.
Only about ten members of the female guard team, which had suffered heavy losses, were left. They stood alone on the battlefield, blankly looking at the corpses on the ground and the elves who were still full of fighting power.
The giants were playing with the orc corpses. Some even picked them up and put them in front of their eyes to observe carefully. Some even threw them into their mouths and chewed them like mushrooms or bubble gum.
The air was filled with the smell of burning, and the whole scene was filled with the smell of death and scenes of destruction, as if a baptism of hell had arrived.
Maher felt the cruelty and ruthlessness brought by the battle. She witnessed it all and felt the fragility of life and the consequences of war.
"My friend, I'm glad you're still alive." Darkus looked at the somewhat confused Puyr and greeted him cordially.
"You...why...why?" Puir asked incoherently.
"These are weak creatures. Facing us, they will only be greeted by misfortune." Darkus jumped off the saddle and stamped his feet, throwing out the fragments on his shoe armor. At this time, he was like a man stained with dirt. Bloody demon. Then he kicked the head of a big orc guy in front of the big guy like a kid playing football, he said nonchalantly.
Darkus ignored Puyr, who was hesitant to speak, and looked towards the forest. He felt that the surrounding environment was changing rapidly. The air gradually became warmer and more humid, and an unpleasant rotten smell filled the air, worse than any rotten smell he had smelled in the swamp before.
Roots tangled among rocks and earth, but these were just outposts in a vast army of vegetation, followed by a host of towering trees and dense undergrowth. None of these plants look ordinary, with fungus causing the branches to wilt. The strange thing is that the reptiles that originally entangled them like snakes began to run towards the south. Strange animals were also running towards the south on the huge tree trunks. Even the spiders that had built their webs were ready to move.
All of this is like a sign before an earthquake.
Darkos is not arrogant enough to think that all this is because of his arrival. The mechanism of the Ogham Stone Ring and the Waystone are the same. Why is there so much mist in the Kingdom of Ulthuan Yris? It is not because of the Mist Goddess and Rad. Lily, but the negative effects of the functioning guiding stone.
Below on the other side is a vast valley surrounded by majestic mountains. In the center of this valley, scalding dark clouds shrouded the sky, and lightning pierced the sky, instantly illuminating the world as bright as day. Darkus looked there, and he saw a huge building complex.
The building complex seems to be composed of natural stones and ancient buildings, making it appear extremely large and ancient. In the light of thunder and lightning, it exudes a mysterious atmosphere, as if it carries the secrets of countless years. Every stone in this building complex is steeped in historical vicissitudes, and every corner is full of unknown stories.
"So the North Star Pyramid is here!" With the light of lightning, Darkus saw buildings with the same structure as the Hesiota South Star Pyramid and the Chapeyuto West Star Pyramid.
Belloda concentrated on studying the magic threads she could sense. She felt that she was close to the core of darkness, the confusing mystery. This mystery related to the fate of Ulthuan, and she knew that if it was not solved, it would bring great disaster to her homeland. Enormous energy flowed around her, even more powerful than that bound by the Waystones of Ulthuan. In comparison, it's like comparing the volume of a great river to an Ulthuan stream.
However, there is a problem here. The flow of energy is unstable and full of chaos and chaos. The flow is intermittent, it may explode one moment, but suddenly disappear the next moment, as if there is an invisible hand guiding these powerful energies, but it cannot really control it, as if it is trying to suppress it. The thought frightened Belloda, and her heart trembled.
If the energy that supports the entire island and can change the trajectory of the world is allowed to be manipulated without restriction, the end of the entire world may be coming. There are close ties to Ulthuan, and the inevitable is coming.
"My dear, I can feel that this place is starting to become unstable." Drusala reminded him as he walked to Darkus.
Oracle, who was at the back of the team, also came over. She first saluted Darkus.
"I know what has changed. How long will it take to reach the forward troops?" Darkus reached out to interrupt what Oracle was about to say, and he asked directly.
"There's still one day's journey."
"How much do you know there?" Darkus did not point to the future temple city of Conquata, but pointed in one direction.
The surrounding Druchi and the Truth Talkers looked in the direction that Darkus pointed, which was the Lead Fort.
It is almost impossible to find the lead castle in normal times, and you can only vaguely see the towering spire. The walls there were woven from lead, and the central tower was entirely metal, like a large lightning rod.
No native of Obion Island knows why or who built Lead Fort, but it has always been here. It has been closed to all for thousands of years because no one could find the entrance to the fortress, and legends of its mysterious inhabitants are told around the campfires in every village. Some say it was the home of the gods, while others believe it was inhabited by a long-vanished race, with even the giants reluctant to venture anywhere near the ominous castle.
"As you have met, no one knows about it, and the True Speaker cannot get the revelation about it." Orakor shook his head and said.
Darkus frowned and looked in the direction of the lead fort. His intuition told him that he was very important there, and there was even a vague intention of telling him to go there now. He knew that it was not Billak who called him. At this time, the power of Mordheim's seal was at its strongest. Wouldn't it be better to directly send the Chaos Demon to attack him? Why let the unpopular Belak come? Have the Four Chaos Gods forgiven Beelak?
A raven flew out of the woods and landed on Darkus's shoulder, but he ignored the old woman. Instead, he took out the Eye of Taibok that was placed in Kaitan's mezzanine. Then he took off his gloves and tapped it twice quickly with the tip of his right index finger. He paused for two seconds and then tapped it twice quickly.
"What brought you out?" Darkus asked in his mind after finishing the operation.
"More French fries." Morayig Heg said a dry code and said nothing further. She stuck her head out and looked at the Eye of Tabok on Darkus' chest.
After a moment, the Eye of Tebok floated up from Darkus's chest, and the tail of the pendant did not point to the future Conqua Tower, but to the Lead Castle.
Just when Darkus breathed a sigh of relief, Morayig Heg flew up from his shoulders, then flew towards the direction of the lead castle, and then turned into nothingness in the sky.
"Tomorrow morning! Launch an attack there. I don't ask you to enter the city. This is too difficult for you, but you must do your best to contain the darkness entrenched there." "
As you wish, messenger of the ancient saint."
"The Ancient Saint is watching you, remember, don't let the Ancient Saint down!" Darkus said vaguely. He did not say the naked words directly. After seeing Oracle nodded, he continued, "The omen guided me to go first. Let's go to the Lead Castle. We'll see you tomorrow."
"My friend, do you choose to go with me?" Darkus, who suddenly felt something, looked at Puir again and asked.
"Yes, the omen guided me and kept me by your side." Puyr took a deep breath and said solemnly.
"Then you go see Maher and say goodbye to her. We will set off in fifteen minutes."