"Great Phoenix God - Benu! You are the God of Fire!
The immortal God!
God of Soul!
I am willing to use myself as a carrier to accept your divine power!
Let the hottest flame purify everything!"
Along with the solemn and low chanting, the red light column symbolizing divine power instantly turned into a blazing flame flying all over the sky.
Behind Dumbledore, there was a pair of huge wings made entirely of fire, like a phoenix.
There is no doubt that the amulet in his hand is the holy emblem of Benu, the Phoenix God.
Or it could be said that he had concluded a contract of faith and soul with this god from his "homeland" a long time ago.
After all, after coming to this world, Dumbledore learned through reading theology and religious books that mortals must have a belief and a unique patron saint, otherwise they will face all kinds of troubles.
The most crucial point is the destination of the soul after death.
Because those who do not have a clear belief and patron saint will eventually be judged in the City of Judgment in the Realm of Twilight, and then choose the closest god based on their behavior and beliefs in their lifetime.
If God accepts this soul as his believer, then he will be taken back to the corresponding kingdom by the messenger.
If you do not accept it or are simply a false believer, the result will probably be that you will be sentenced to hard labor or sent to build a wall of non-believers.
Although the new god of death, Kelemvor, has been discussing with the gods to demolish this threatening and intimidating wall, he has been opposed by many gods.
Therefore, for a long time to come, the Wall of Unbelievers will still be something that mortals need to be extra vigilant about.
In order to prevent his soul from falling into the hands of someone he disliked after his accidental death, Dumbledore chose the most acceptable belief after careful consideration, which was Benu, the God of Phoenix.
On the one hand, both of them came from the same world, and the phoenix has always been the patron saint of the Dumbledore family. They are naturally closely connected in their roots; on the other hand, the concepts and teachings of most gods in the continent of Faerun are too extreme, and he himself cannot regard Zuo Si as an object of faith, so the relatively neutral Phoenix God becomes the most ideal choice.
So strictly speaking, Dumbledore is naturally the most ideal voter of Benu.
It's just that he himself had always refused to let the divine power enter his body.
But now, facing another powerful chosen one of the gods, he finally chose to break the seal.
At this moment, the magic robe on the body of the old man who was over a hundred years old had been completely burned, revealing a figure and muscles that were even more exaggerated than Lonte Bloodeye's.
And due to the influence of the high temperature flames, these muscles look black and red as if they were roasted, and their hardness is comparable to that of hard cast iron.
The strong arms, back muscles, abdominal muscles and thighs are full of explosive power.
To be precise, the part of the Phoenix God Bennu's power that represents nirvana and rebirth reshaped and strengthened his body through the flames that just gushed out.
"Is this divine power? I feel like I can strangle an ancient dragon to death with my bare hands right now!"
Dumbledore raised his right hand and clenched his fist, feeling the unprecedented powerful force, then took off his glasses with his other hand and threw them to his old lover not far away.
"Here, help me get it."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Grindelwald subconsciously took the hot glasses, his eyes fixed on the large area of the other's skin that was steaming and emitting high temperature.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, better than ever.
No wonder so many people in Faerun dream of becoming the chosen one of a certain god.
It turns out that after becoming a chosen person and accepting divine power, one has, to some extent, met the minimum requirements for harming or even killing a god.
Moreover, this divine power is simply unmatched by most mortals."
As Dumbledore explained, he tried to mobilize his divine power through his family's unique bloodline, and suddenly he turned into a stream of light and rushed out.
Boom!!!! Just one second later, he smashed straight towards where Lonte Bloodeye was like a meteorite.
The terrifying impact force and the subsequent flames that shot up into the sky directly melted and evaporated everything within a radius of dozens of meters.
A group of orcs who tried to rush over to help disappeared completely without even a second's notice, leaving behind not even a trace of bone residue or black carbonized matter.
When the flames and splashing lava completely dissipated, the others saw two burly figures fighting at an extremely fast speed in the huge lava pit at the center of the impact.
Among them, Lonte Bloodeye was still using the artifact battle axe, but the speed of swinging it was getting faster and faster, and even the afterimage could not be seen clearly.
Dumbledore waved his fists wildly and cast his best wizard spells, successfully hitting the opponent several times, beating the powerful Chosen Orc warrior to a pulp, and even making a few teeth fly out of his mouth.
It's hard to imagine that this is a duel between a spellcaster and a warrior. Instead, it's more like a duel between a monk and a warrior.
Since the source of power for the Phoenix God Bennu is the Soul Well of the Magical Earth, after being granted divine power, Dumbledore can finally cast two systems of magic at the same time and completely transform himself into his strongest form.
He knew very well how difficult it was to defeat a Chosen One with terrifying magic resistance and immunity with ordinary magical powers, so he decisively chose to use spells as an auxiliary means and rely on his fists blessed by divine power to deal real damage.
Although it is difficult to gain any advantage in close combat due to the lack of melee professional level, fortunately, Bennu's eternal fire can give a person unlimited regeneration ability.
So Dumbledore was not afraid of confronting his opponent head-on and exchanging injuries for injuries.
Moreover, his muscles, which were as hard as copper and iron, made it impossible for the axe to cut too deep. Often, within one or two seconds after the axe was pulled out, the wound would be healed by the boiling and burning blood.
Even his hair and beard took on the form of elemental flames, making him look like a prince or lord from the elemental plane of fire.
“Ahhhh! I’m going to chop you into paste!!!”
After being punched several times in a row in the face, which left it bruised and swollen, Lonte Bloodeye became completely enraged and began to stimulate the violent blood bestowed by the Orc God in his body. His entire body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his only eye was completely covered in blood red.
“Hahahaha! Come on then! Let’s see who collapses first!”
Dumbledore grinned and laughed without showing any weakness, exuding the brave and fearless aura of a lion.
There was no doubt that he was enjoying this kind of flesh-and-blood fight. Even the intense pain from the axe hitting his body turned into a stimulation that made his brain and nerves extremely excited.
Only now did he understand why there were so many veteran adventurers and mercenaries in the continent of Faerun. They had already earned enough wealth to last them several lifetimes, but they still liked to go to extremely dangerous places all day long.
Because only this kind of life can satisfy the heart that loves excitement and desires to encounter strong enemies.
It all comes down to one sentence!
Fighting - awesome!
Grindelwald, who was far away, couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene: "I never thought that I would be able to see Albus like this again one day."
"Why, wasn't he like this before?"
Van Swick blinked in confusion.
"No, of course not.
Ever since he accidentally killed his sister, Albus has been immersed in pain and regret and unable to extricate himself.
To this end, he abandoned his original ambitions and ideals and tried his best to make up for the mistakes he had made. He was willing to play the perfect image expected by everyone and take on the heaviest responsibility.
Although the entire wizarding world praised Albus Dumbledore's great achievements, I was the only one who knew that he was not happy.
Because a true Gryffindor Lion should not be confined in a cage at all, but should be the king of the grassland.
But fortunately, it all ended in the end.
Open your eyes wide and take a good look at him now!
Especially the excitement and joy on their faces! This is the great adventure we always longed for when we were young!"
It was not difficult to hear from his slightly excited tone that Grindelwald was happy that his old lover had stepped out of the shadow of the past.
But before he could be happy for long, he soon found many one-eyed orc warriors surrounding him from all directions.
Needless to say, they were all the most loyal followers of Gruumsh who had rushed in through the sea of fire in the opposite direction.
Because only the most fanatical guys would gouge out an eye to prove their loyalty and faith in God.
In return, they will receive corresponding attribute upgrades, advanced professions, and special abilities.
Among them are not only warriors, but also several priests of high levels.
Generally speaking, one-eyed orcs are usually the strongest in the tribe, and are also the enemies that adventurers and mercenaries hate to encounter the most.
Unlike ordinary orcs whose morale collapses easily, these guys, with the blessing of faith, often fight to the death, and even exchange their lives for their opponents before dying, dragging them to death together.
"Well, it looks like we can't just stand aside and watch the show leisurely."
Grindelwald glanced at these one-eyed warriors and priests with contempt, and directly activated the powerful weapon that he had always held in his hand.
As a special activation spell was recited, the metal statue, which was originally only the size of a palm, expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a construct golem that was more than three meters tall and made entirely of solid steel.
Unlike the traditional clumsy and slow golem, this one is obviously thinner, with limbs as sharp as knives and emitting a black mist that creates an illusion for the eyes. You can vaguely see the skeleton-like structure inside.
Before the enemy could react, the huge monster quickly blended into the shadows, without making even the slightest sound from beginning to end.
The next second...
Puff! A sharp blade appeared out of nowhere and pierced through the chest of a priest from behind. The beating heart was directly stuck on the tip of the blade, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the wound.
All the orcs around were staring at this scene in amazement. They obviously had not expected that the golem, which was known for its resistance to blows and slow movement, could have such outrageous stealth and sneak attack capabilities.
Just as they were preparing to rush forward to deal with this dangerous magical creature, a flash of red light suddenly flashed in the golem's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying negative energy gushed out of the body, sweeping away all living things within a radius of twelve meters.
Many orcs screamed in pain on the spot, kneeling on the ground with weak faces and gasping for breath.
Obviously, this is a standard high-level necromancy magic - [Negative Energy Shock Wave].
All creatures within the affected area will have their vitality drained away, while healing will be provided to all undead creatures within the area.
It is not difficult to see from the above abilities that this is not an ordinary steel golem, but a shadow steel golem.
The raw materials used to make it come entirely from the Shadow Plane, hence the name.
Due to its inherent negative energy properties, it is often the favorite guard of necromancers, liches, vampires, and ancient mummy lords.
However, the large shadow steel golem in front of him was obviously not made by Grindelwald himself.
Because his current spellcasting level is far from enough to create such top-notch magical creations.
To be precise, this is a loot obtained during the adventure.
Grindelwald is not its real owner, he has merely obtained a higher level of control.
As for the real maker, he has probably already become a part of unknown history along with that ancient catacomb.
"Be careful with this golem! It's nothing like a normal iron golem!"
A priest quickly cast a group healing spell and then shouted to everyone.
Since orcs are born with intellectual disabilities, it is rare for them to have spellcasting professions such as mages that rely on their brains. Naturally, they know little about the Shadowsteel Golems that rarely appear in the Prime Material Plane, and they can't even pronounce their names.
"Hahaha, this little cutie of mine can't be solved by being careful."
Grindelwald gave a signature "big villain" smile, then took out two wands emitting strong necromancy arcane auras and began to activate the spells stored inside.
In the blink of an eye, giant skeletons, ogre zombies, and ghouls appeared out of thin air, occasionally mixed with more powerful resentful spirits, demons, pterosaur zombies, etc.
Anyone who knows something about arcane magic, especially necromancy magic, can tell that one of the two wands is a third-level undead summoning magic, and the other is a fourth-level undead summoning magic.
When the Shadowsteel Golem released its negative energy shockwave once again, all these undead creatures became more powerful and violent as if they were injected with chicken blood, and even completely crushed the orcs who originally had an overwhelming advantage in numbers.
"Priest! Get ready to disperse!"
The leading orc warrior obviously sensed the danger and wanted to use the priest's natural ability to restrain the undead to get rid of these undead creatures.
You have to know that the orc god Gruumsh is a typical evil god, so his priest's dispelling ability is not to destroy him directly, but to seize control and convert it into his own combat power.
But unfortunately, how could Grindelwald, who is experienced in combat, give the other party such an opportunity?
Before the orc priests raised the holy emblem and called out the name of the god, the Shadowsteel Golem once again used its ability to escape into the shadows and move silently. It rushed into the back row like a sharp knife and slashed at the priests, continuously releasing negative energy shock waves to interrupt their concentration in casting spells.
The extremely fast-moving ghouls, demons and resentful spirits took the opportunity to rush forward.
Van Swick also took the opportunity to continuously release auxiliary and enhanced magic.
Blessing! Anti-chaos array! Silence! Blindness!
Prayer! The power of the herd of bulls!
The tenacity of a group of bears!
With the release of one large-scale divine spell after another, the undead, which had already been greatly strengthened due to the abundant negative energy, were like chicken blood, and could often knock down strong orc warriors to the ground with one blow.
However, this group of elite orcs were not pushovers. After realizing that the two were not easy to deal with, they immediately adjusted their strategy and started letting their long-range shooters try to snipe the casters directly.
Because Van Swick's protective magic was not strong enough, he was hit in the shoulder by a cold and piercing arrow. His feet were lifted off the ground and he fell heavily to the ground.
Fortunately, as a priest, he had been wearing sturdy magic armor, so his injuries were not too serious. After pulling out the arrow and drinking the healing potion, he recovered within a few seconds.
Grindelwald was very smart and placed a huge pterosaur zombie in front of him as a cover.
The two sides who were fighting fiercely on the ground did not realize that in fact the situation in the sky was also tense.
It's just that both sides changed from mortals to gods.
One side is clear, it is the orc pantheon headed by Gruumsh, and the other side is Zuo Si himself and his allies.
"You want to go to war with me?"
Gruumsh asked fiercely with a fierce look in his eyes.
The reason why he didn't choose to take action immediately was because the enemy lineup in front of him was a bit too strong, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
Not to mention that Zuo Si had already defeated an incarnation of himself before, the simultaneous appearance of two powerful gods, Corellon, the Lord God of the Elf, and Moradin, the Lord God of the Dwarf, was enough to force him to be cautious.
What's more, there are powerful divine powers such as Oghma, the god of knowledge, Midnight, the goddess of magic, Waukin, the goddess of wealth, Bane, the god of tyranny, Tyr, the god of justice, and Talona, the goddess of natural cycles and degradation, whose divine light has already been looming behind Zuo Si.
After all, with the orcs' behavior after coming to the continent of Faerun, they basically offended all of the above gods.
You should know that the orcs' looting of civilization and burning of libraries made Oghma, the god of knowledge, furious more than once; their contempt for magic made Midnight, the goddess of magic, very unhappy; their behavior of only knowing how to rob and never create wealth disgusted the goddess of wealth Waukin;
The destruction of order and rule caused by the lack of a stable place to live has made the God of Tyranny Bane want to destroy the orc race more than once;
The god of justice, Tyr, has always hated orcs, and many of the paladins who serve him are proud to be given the title of "Orc Killer."
As for Talona...
The entire divine world knows that as long as Zuo Sixiang wants to do something, she will unconditionally and fully support it.
Of course, these are not all the enemies of the Orc pantheon.
If it weren't for the fact that Suna, the goddess of love and beauty, never liked fighting, she might have been included in the list.
After all, such an ugly, barbaric race that does not appreciate beauty and has no love has no value in her eyes.
Looking at Gruumsh's weak and guilty appearance, Zuo Si responded with a smile: "Start a war? No, no, no, the war between us started a long time ago."
There was tremendous rage in Gruumsh's tone, and his eyes showed that he wanted to eat this damn enemy alive.
Because he had never imagined that there was someone in the world who could unite all his enemies to form a terrible force.
"That's right! I want him to tear up the foundation of your faith, bring order to the orcs of this world from chaos, and then completely expel you filthy bastards from Faerun and even Toril.
这就是你当年得罪我需要付出的惨痛代价。
如何，你感到愤怒了吗？ 痛恨我吗？
想要报复吗？ 但是很可惜，你现在什么都做不到，只能眼睁睁的看着这一切发生。
因为如果你敢违反神上之神艾欧陛下在动荡之年后制定的新规则，那么我自然也无需遵守。
相信我，在杀戮和毁灭这件事情上，我要比你们这群只会使用蛮力和小聪明的肮脏野兽有效率一万倍。
最多三天，我就能让兽人整个种族从托瑞尔星球上永远消失。
不仅如此！
我还会非常乐意把战争的范围拓展到其他位面，乃至你的国度兽人之土。
怎么样，你要试试吗？ 我可是非常喜欢战争的！
并且无比期待能够让这个宇宙众多位面一起燃烧起来！”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思张开双臂将自己体内那连接着多元宇宙的极致邪恶释放出来，大魔鬼和巨龙形态更是在身后若隐若现。
面对这种赤裸裸的挑衅和威胁，格乌什的眼睛里透露出阴狠恶毒的光芒，好几次想要发作，但事到临头还是忍住了。
因为他很清楚眼前这个从凡人一步一步爬到现如今位置的家伙并不是单纯在虚张声势，而是真的有可能付诸实际行动。
无论是血战前线由恐虐天使扎瑞尔领导的第九层面精锐魔鬼军团的傲人战绩，还是那个原本被封印在无底深渊、前不久突然消失的奥札奇泰坦，都证明了只要左思愿意随时可以掀起一场足以毁灭神系的跨位面战争。
最最重要的是，现如今神上之神艾欧定下的规则其实并不是在限制兽人诸神，反而是在保护兽人诸神。
如果没有了这些规则撕破脸开干，格乌什根本不敢保证自己是否会成为谎言王子希瑞克第二。
毕竟从来不讲武德的左思先后几次群殴战绩都太过于耀眼了，从来没有给对手留下哪怕一丝一毫反败为胜的机会。
再加上其旅法师的恐怖能力，天知道会从其他时空和宇宙拉过来什么样的帮手。
沉默了良久之后，格乌什终于压下了内心之中的怒火，咬着牙质问：“如果我遵守游戏规则，你也会遵守游戏规则？”
左思笑着点了点头：“是的。
毕竟巴托地狱的魔鬼是这个宇宙最遵守秩序的种族之一。
我们从不会主动违反任何契约、法律和规则，反而是它最忠实的守护者。
更何况相比起给敌人一个痛快，我更喜欢慢慢的折磨，看着你们一点点失去信仰再也无法进入这个世界。”
“哼！那就走着瞧！我的信徒和勇士会把那个根本不像兽人的外来者和他准备要建立的国家撕碎！”
撂下这句狠话之后，格乌什果断带着的妻子、副官和子嗣转身离开，没有一丁点的留恋。
原因很简单，他知道今天讨不到什么便宜。
如果继续升级冲突对自己必然是压倒性的不利。
毕竟柯瑞隆与摩拉丁化身脸上跃跃欲试的表情已经很能说明问题了。
“呸！真是个欺软怕硬的懦夫！我还以为这个独眼杂种什么都不怕呢。”
矮人主神冲着离去的格乌什啐了口唾沫，目光中透露出深深地鄙夷。
“别着急，我的朋友，好戏才刚刚开始。既然他没有全面开战的勇气，那么接下来我们只需要看索斯的表演就好。”
精灵主神柯瑞隆摸着下巴浮现出戏谑玩味的表情。
作为托瑞尔世界乃至整个宇宙最强大的神祇之一，他已经预判到这个计划最终所能达成的结果，同样也知道左思刚才那番威胁和挑衅背后真正的用意。
其实此刻格乌什果断开战才是正确的选择。
因为以左思谨慎的性格，绝不会冒着如此大的风险去同时向那么多拥有神明乃至神上神的位面发动战争。
最多把托瑞尔星球上的兽人一扫而空。
也就是说，兽人神系最大的损失不过是失去了一个主物质位面。
可要是被吓退了，那么等待他们的就会是诞生一个可能导致神系分裂灭亡的永恒敌人。
一旦萨尔封神成功把秩序、文明和元素的力量带给兽人，后者立马就会发生天翻地覆的变化，然后开始大范围抛弃原本混乱、落后、野蛮的信仰。
而且这个过程是不可逆的。
只要品尝过文明与秩序的滋味就再也不会有兽人愿意回到过去贫穷、愚蠢跟愚昧的生活中。
届时只需要借助巴托地狱第九层巨大赛博朋克城市这个四通八达的交通枢纽把信仰传播出去，用不了多久便会与一个又一个位面产生信仰的联系。
“嘿嘿！这一点不用你提醒我也会这么干的。毕竟能欣赏到格乌什倒霉和无能狂怒的机会可不多。”
摩拉丁露出了不怀好意的笑声。
“感谢两位的信任。我保证，这场表演绝对不会让你们失望。”
左思优雅的单手抚胸略微欠了欠身。
科瑞隆洋溢着淡淡的微笑鼓励道：“加油，我看好你。另外，你之前送来的礼物很不错，我还是第一次见到来自其他时空和宇宙的精灵种族。这为我提供了重要的创造灵感。”
“您喜欢就好。事实上在整个多元宇宙中，精灵是一种普遍存在的种族，而且大体上外形特征与性格特征都非常相似。我甚至怀疑他们是否都拥有共同的祖先，亦或是在黑暗虚空中存在一个源头。”
左思直截了当说出了自己的猜测。
由于他最近一直在研究黑暗虚空，并且从三个奥札奇泰坦中唯一诞生自我意识的伊莫库口中获得了许多重要信息，所以逐渐总结出了一些独特的见解。
“哦？你的意思是……整个多元宇宙所有的精灵种族都是受到某种未知存在的影响，所以才呈现出趋近演化的结果？”
柯瑞隆瞬间就明白了对方想要表达的意思。
左思认真的点了点头：“对，这就是我想说的。
黑暗虚空其实并不像很多旅法师想象中那样黑暗、混乱、荒芜、充斥着各种各样难以用语言形容的危险。
恰好相反！
它其实也存在着某种无法被正常理解的抽象逻辑。
其他所有时空和宇宙的诞生，以及后来演化出来的各种生物，甚至包括神祇、荒神都可以在黑暗虚空中找到相应的原型。
所以我产生的一个推断，那就是黑暗虚空其实与现实宇宙是相互影响的状态。
比如说当一个宇宙走到尽头或是被奥札奇泰坦吞噬之后，它所有的物质与能量都会以某种形式返回黑暗虚空。
这些能量和物质会保存着上一个宇宙大量的信息，然后在涌入一个新诞生宇宙的时候对其造成影响。
所以很多时空普遍拥有人类、精灵、矮人、巨龙、兽人等生物其实并非巧合，而是这种相互交替影响的结果。
并且我在探索黑暗虚空的时候还曾经发现过许多已经扭曲的类似生命形态。”
“听起来似乎很有趣。旅法师果然是一个相当令人羡慕的能力呢，居然可以窥探到这样连诸神都一无所知的奥秘。”
柯瑞隆浮现出向往之色。
但是很可惜，他神明的身份决定了根本无法拥有火花，自然也就不可能成为旅法师中的一员。
“下次记得带点其他时空的矮人回来。我很好奇，其他世界的矮人究竟是什么样子，以及他们是如何被创造出来的。”
摩拉丁摸着满嘴浓密的络腮胡子提出了一个小小的要求。
“没问题，我非常乐意效劳。”
左思毫不犹豫的答应下来。
就在几人说话的功夫，地面上的战斗终于接近尾声。
凭借着来自凤凰之神贝努所赋予的强大神力，邓布利多硬生生用拳头将隆特·血眼捶得血肉模糊，浑身上下有超过三分之二的骨头都已经断裂，嘴巴、鼻子和眼睛更是不停的往外喷血，哪怕开启狂暴也无法再让严重破损的身体动起来。
另外一边，格林德沃也在击杀了所有牧师之后，凭借左思创造的亡灵海战术，开始疯狂绞杀四散奔逃的兽人。
很显然，这支被送到戎马草原上的兽人大军算是彻底废了。
不过格乌什通过神力传送的军队显然并不只有这么一支，而是有好几支，绝大部分都不是费伦大陆本地的兽人。
他们有的来自于其他位面，有的来自于托瑞尔星球的另外几块大陆。
总之为了消灭萨尔这个威胁，兽人神系几乎是不惜一切代价了。
“你觉得那个叫萨尔的小家伙能撑得住如此疯狂的反扑吗？”
柯瑞隆用不是很确定的语气问了一句。
Zuo Si answered confidently: "Of course! Because I have sent out a group of real natural disasters.
No matter how many troops the Orc pantheon sends over, it will be meaningless.
The only thing they can expect is failure and death.
Furthermore, the captives will be assimilated and become the believers needed for Thrall to be deified."
"Natural disaster?"
Corellon was obviously very interested in this word.
Because he knew very well that with Zuo Si's character, he would never casually call any cat or dog a "natural disaster."
Anything that can be called a "natural disaster" must have unimaginable destructive power.
"Are you aware of the great battle that broke out in the Abyss not long ago, and the large number of prisoners in the Well of Darkness who escaped?"
Zuo Si did not give a direct explanation, but asked back with a smile.
moment!
There was a gleam in the eyes of both Corellon and Moradin.
As collaborators, they naturally could not be unaware of the conflicts that had previously broken out between Zuo Si and many evil gods and demon lords, including the goddess of night, Shar.
But it was not clear what Zuo Si had done to instantly reverse the situation that was originally unfavorable to him.
In particular, the serial wars between the demon lords, in which each is involved, have shown no signs of abating.
But now, they seem to understand the secret.
"So those powerful adventurers are all your subordinates?"
Corellon raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Zuo Si responded very straightforwardly: "No, they are not adventurers, but the fourth calamity who have the ability to revive infinitely.
For them, no matter how dangerous and life-threatening the mission is, it is just a game.
Because what the outside world sees them as is just a group of empty shells connected by the mind flayer's psychic energy transmission technology, while their real souls are placed in another absolutely safe place.
This means that even if one is killed, one can be resurrected on the spot by simply replacing a new clone.
Therefore, my Fourth Calamity will not be afraid no matter how powerful the enemy is, but will exhaust the enemy to death through repeated death."
"Oh - I understand. Those orcs or half-orcs with strange behavior are all the helpers you arranged."
The dwarf god Moradin showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and immediately turned his gaze to the important town east of the Rongma Grassland - Ilin Ul, which is also the place where Thrall's main force is currently stationed.
In the market, taverns and inns, these guys who were out of tune with other orcs were excitedly discussing the upcoming war. They were not afraid or nervous at all, and were even arguing over the best position to fight. Their equipment was much better than that of other orc warriors around them, and almost everyone had at least six pieces of magic equipment.
Some even used high-level items with +3 or +4 enchantment levels.
What's even more outrageous is that among these orcs and half-orcs there are people with arcane spellcasting professions such as warlocks and mages, and the proportion is not low.
Especially those strong and muscular orcs wearing tight robes, it is really full of incongruity.
There were also several women wearing eye-catching golden bikinis and metal armor, which were exactly the same as the glorious female orcs in Zuo Si's impression.
They were gathered together to discuss how to have a romantic encounter with the Warchief, but they didn't know whether Thrall could handle it.
In short, the appearance of these anomalies directly makes the style of the entire city become a little abnormal.
"Ha! What a fun and energetic bunch of little guys."
Corellon was obviously very interested in the Fourth Scourge.
Because he could feel that these people did not regard everything around them as real on the ideological and spiritual level, but regarded it as some kind of false illusion, so they generally held a strangely optimistic attitude.
As a god who tends to be chaotic good, he undoubtedly likes this kind of joyful life that is like a game.
After a full minute, the Elf Lord suggested with interest: "I think you don't mind if I join in and experience this game?"
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "Of course not. Please give me a wisp of your consciousness, and I will put it into the terminal controlled by the main brain to create a clone for you. Then you can enjoy the game happily with them."
"no problem."
Corellon separated a small ball of light directly from the avatar.
After Zuo Si got it, he directly threw it back to the world where the main brain was.
In less than ten seconds, Corellon realized that he had entered a virtual world constructed by terrifying mental power, and created a "game character" under the guidance of the other party.
Then he arrived in Ilinwuer through a huge network of portals.
As soon as he came out of the portal, he saw an ugly orc face that was almost kissing him.
"Ouch! He's a newcomer?"
"What? A newbie? Are you kidding me? Shouldn't newbies practice in a low-level world first?"
"Shit! He's really a newbie! He doesn't even have a piece of armor on him!"
"What the hell is this? Is it a bug?"
"Could it be that there is some unknown PY transaction with the game company's planner?"
"That's right! He must have sold his ass!"
"Disperse! Disperse! If these people go to the battlefield, they will probably not survive even a minute and will die."
…
Listening to all the random comments and inappropriate words around him, even Corellon, who had a relatively cheerful personality, couldn't help but look dark.
Similarly, he also felt for the first time the fearlessness and arrogance of this group of "Fourth Disaster".
It is easy to tell from their tone and attitude that these guys have no reverence for God at all.