Under the dark night, Blue Mountain City stared at the fertile human continent like a wild beast, and the soldiers who were constantly changing on the city wall were like the saliva of this giant beast.
The orc soldiers frequently change positions to ensure that they can patrol every blind spot. The new burning catapults on the city wall have been installed. Speeding past, in this busy city-state, one could faintly hear a sky-shattering roar.
It seems to tear the whole world apart. This is from the top unit, Behemoth Behemoth.
Every roar is a declaration of the humiliation and unshakable determination of the orcs for so many years.
In the center of Blue Mountain City, the Warlord of the Wild Wolf is urging the human coolies to build a temple with a whip. They must build the Temple of War as soon as possible, so that the priests can concentrate on their cultivation.
They are using all their efforts to build this city-state into a new fortress, each of them is working hard, and there is only one.
Headquarters, Vuitton's room.
The popping bonfire illuminated the entire room, the noble lady of the human race twisted her waist vigorously, and the singing and dancing band not far away performed the repertoire with all their strength. In the center of the hall, there was a whole table of food and wine.
Vuitton hugged the two chicks, grabbed the meat on the table with his fat Rhine hooves, and then rubbed his grease-soaked hands on the beautiful apron of the human girl.
He likes to do it.
Not far away, the younger generation of orcs, imitating Vuitton, rubbed and abused the girl beside him.
This is not indulging in pleasure, but relaxation. In the history of the orc race, it is time to enjoy the results after the war. Everyone here knows that maybe tomorrow they will have to fight to the death.
Vuitton was a bit drunk, but he had no intention of letting go of the chick next to him. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that Louis still hadn't found it, like a fishbone stuck in his throat. He didn't care much about that woman, but he couldn't. What is tolerated is a human being who dares to play himself like this.
Woo!
A resounding trombone suddenly appeared above Blue Mountain City, and all the orcs in the room stood up, including Weedon, most of whom were sober in an instant.
The trombone is the call to war, the signal for all the orcs to rally.
Pushing the two women away, they put on their armor and walked out. Dozens of people walked out of the city lord's mansion and went straight to the west wall.
At this moment, the city wall was already lit with bonfires, and the elite soldiers stood neatly in a row.
Weedon breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't a war, but he couldn't help but think of the sound of the trombone blowing for no reason.
"Whoever blew the horn, come here." The rough voice echoed in the night sky, but after shouting for a long time, no one answered him, as if no one regarded him as the leader.
"What courage, soldier!" Shouting, he climbed up the city wall, and through the dim light, he saw a thin old man standing in the middle of the city wall from a distance.
In an instant, Vuitton's drunkenness disappeared completely. This background is all too familiar.
One of the three major war priests of the orc race, the supreme powerhouse who ruled the north of the orc race, Hongfaer, exists at the level of excellence, and his status is second only to the priest of war god.
But what scares Weiden is Hongfaer's temper. The existence of the ruler of the north of the orc tribe directly cut off the heads of seventy-two orc generals in a defeat in a war. Whenever this person appears, he brings All is death.
He couldn't figure out why Hongfaer would appear here. According to the plan of the beast clan, the priest team would come only after he built the Temple of War.
Moreover, the existence of the high priest level will never get involved in war prematurely.
Now, he understood the reason why no one listened to his instructions. He led a group of generals and walked over quickly, knelt down on one knee, "Wheiden, the head of the orc advance army, pays homage to the high priest!"
All the generals knelt down at the same time, "I have seen the high priest."
Hongfaer turned his head slowly, revealing a thin cheek with wrinkles from the passage of time, a little mouse whiskers, showing a bit of shrewdness, but the white hair swears that the other party is approaching old age, and the whole body is wrapped In the thick priest's robe, only one palm was exposed holding the priest's staff.
He looks like an old man, but the tide of war songs surges in his body between his breaths, and the trembling air buzzes and trembles.
Snapped!
The crisp applause echoed in the air, and everyone subconsciously raised their heads, only to see Hongfaer's right hand, which had been curled up in the priest's robe on weekdays, stretched out. Perhaps because of excessive force, the entire palm was shaking.
Everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on Vuitton who was the closest to Hongfaer. At this moment, the general's helmet had fallen to his feet, and a bright red slap mark was left on Rhine's strong cheek.
Everyone didn't react for a while, and the head of the advance army was slapped. Everyone knew that Hongfaer was angry.
"Why"
A slap is nothing compared to the pain on the battlefield, but now this slap came from the high priest. He knew very well that what priests hate most is the use of such brutal force. They taught their subordinates that they would never do it themselves, but Now in front of so many commanders, he slapped him directly.
It's not like hitting the face, it's more like a sharp sword piercing the heart.
"Bastard, don't you know what you did wrong?" Hongfaer lowered his body and grabbed Weedon's collar, trying to grab him, but his own strength was too weak, so he was pulled forward by Weedon. .
Weideng hurriedly supported him. Every priest had the spiritual belief of the orcs. He was not arrogant enough to offend the priests, but he was pushed away by Hongfaer as soon as he supported him.
"High Priest, what did I do wrong, let me know even if I die."
"Dead? If it can be solved by death, I don't have to fly all the way from the beast clan."
It was only then that Wei Deng noticed that the Wyvern King not far away was spouting white air from the corner of his mouth, which was a sign of a long journey.
It was obvious that the other party had rushed over from a long distance, and the sudden arrival must be something serious, otherwise it wouldn't be so sudden, but he didn't receive any information.
The advance of the Holy Storm Kingdom is extremely smooth, and Tiger Legion led by Huben has teamed up with Ice Field to attack the Winter Kingdom. I believe it will take less than half a month to annex the entire territory of Winter.
All plans are moving forward in an orderly manner. As the commander-in-chief of the advance army, he feels that there is nothing wrong. "High Priest, please call."
Hongfaer sneered, "What were you doing just now, where did the woman's scent and the smell of alcohol come from?"
Weedon was stunned. It is possible that someone saw him making meritorious deeds and reported him behind his back. It was very possible, but he didn't take it seriously. It is not a big mistake to enjoy the fruits of war in the Orcs.
"I found a few women and drank some wine with my subordinates. The battle against the Stormwind Kingdom is about to begin, and I need to relax in advance."
"Relax, don't you think it's a bit of a country to relax?"
The more Vuitton heard, the more something was wrong. It seemed that the high priest was looking for faults. Although he respected him, he was not afraid. If it was such an unwarranted seizure of power, he would not agree. Thinking of these details, he stood up and said, "High priest, if you have anything to say, just do it." Ming said, I, Vuitton, didn’t get scared.”
"Kneel down!" Hong Faer yelled fiercely, "Who told you to stand up?" With a sway of his figure, a transparent totem suddenly appeared behind him.
Wei Deng's legs went limp, and he knelt down on the floor involuntarily. With a bang, the floor shattered into three pieces, and immediately large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
God of War deterrence!
This is the supernatural power that can only be cultivated by the **** of war priests, and it is the highest ability bestowed by the **** of war on the priests. The peak deterrence of the **** of war can kill all creatures with low abilities in an instant.
Just for a moment, he seemed to be killed by Hongfaer, and he dared to believe that Hongfaer would definitely take his head away.
In the distance, all the generals looked at Hongfaer who was completely suppressing Weideng in horror. They did not feel the power of the God of War's deterrence, but in an instant, Hongfaer in their eyes seemed to be a god. , only appeared on the God of War Priest.
This kind of attack should have appeared on the enemy, but now it is aimed at Vuitton.
In the end what happened?
What mistake did Vuitton make to make a priest use all his strength.
"Don't you know what you did wrong?"
Vuitton felt like he was on trial~www.mtlnovel.com~ carefully sorted out all the acts of entering the human race, and felt that there was no big mistake at all, "High Priest, I was right, even if you killed me today, I think all Everything is for the orcs."
"Because of the orcs, you have the face to say it." Hongfaer sneered, "Okay, let me remind you, has Maria heard of this woman?"
Weedon was stunned, and his face turned extremely pale, "She is the head of the Blue Mountain Army."
"Is there only one identity for her?" Hongfaer continued to ask.
Vuitton didn't understand, could it be that there is a higher status than the legion commander?
"Yes, that should be the one."
Hongfaer ignored Weideng, and looked up at the kneeling generals, "Tell him, who is Maria?"
Everyone wondered, who else could it be?
"It's a woman!"