"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 ax, 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 ax to cut too deep. Often, within one or two seconds after the ax 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 ax 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 sighed 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.
This is the painful price you have to pay for offending me back then.
How about that, are you angry? Hate me?
Want revenge? Unfortunately, you can't do anything now and can only watch it all happen.
Because if you dare to violate the new rules set by His Majesty Io, the God of Gods, after the turbulent years, then naturally I don't have to abide by them.
Believe me, when it comes to killing and destroying, I am ten thousand times more efficient than you filthy beasts who only know how to use brute force and cleverness.
In three days at most, I can wipe out the entire orc race from Toril forever.
Not only that!
I would also be happy to expand the scope of the war to other planes, and even to your realm of the Orcs.
How about it, do you want to try it? I really like war!
And I look forward to making all the planes of this universe burn together!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si opened his arms and released the ultimate evil in his body that was connected to the multiverse. The big devil and the dragon form were looming behind him.
Faced with this naked provocation and threat, Geumsh's eyes revealed a sinister and vicious light. He wanted to explode several times, but he held back when the time came.
Because he knew very well that the guy in front of him, who had climbed step by step from an ordinary person to his current position, was not just bluffing, but might really take practical action.
Whether it is the impressive performance of the elite devil army of the ninth plane led by the Khorne angel Zariel on the bloody front, or the Eldrazi Titan that was originally sealed in the bottomless abyss and suddenly disappeared not long ago, they all prove that as long as Zuo Si is willing, he can start an inter-dimensional war that is enough to destroy the gods at any time.
The most important thing is that the rules set by Io, the God above Gods, are not actually restricting the Orc gods, but protecting them.
Without these rules, Gruumsh could not guarantee that he would become the second Cyric, the Prince of Lies.
After all, Zuo Si, who had never followed the ethics of martial arts, had been too impressive in several group fights, and had never left his opponents even the slightest chance of turning defeat into victory.
Coupled with the terrifying abilities of his planeswalkers, God knows what kind of helpers he will pull over from other time and space and universes.
After a long silence, Gruumsh finally suppressed his anger and asked through gritted teeth: "If I follow the rules of the game, will you also follow the rules of the game?"
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes.
After all, the demons of Baator are one of the most law-abiding races in the universe.
We will never actively violate any contracts, laws or rules. Instead, we are its most loyal guardian.
Moreover, compared to giving the enemy a quick death, I prefer to torture them slowly, watching you lose faith little by little and never be able to enter this world again."
"Hmph! Just wait and see! My believers and warriors will tear apart that outsider who doesn't look like an orc at all and the country he plans to build!"
After saying these harsh words, Geumsh decisively turned around and left with his wife, adjutant and children without any reluctance.
The reason is simple, he knows he won't get any advantage today.
If the conflict continues to escalate, it will inevitably be overwhelmingly disadvantageous to ourselves.
After all, the eager expressions on the faces of Corellon and Moradin's incarnation are very telling.
"Bah! What a coward! I thought this one-eyed bastard was not afraid of anything."
The dwarf god spat at the departing Gruumsh, his eyes revealing deep contempt.
"Don't worry, my friend. The fun has just begun. Since he doesn't have the courage to start a full-scale war, all we have to do next is watch Soth's performance."
The elven god Corellon stroked his chin with a playful expression on his face.
As one of the most powerful gods in the world of Toril and even in the entire universe, he had already predicted the final outcome of this plan, and he also knew the real intention behind Zuo Si's threats and provocations just now.
In fact, it was the right choice for Geumsh to start the battle decisively at this moment.
Because of Zuo Si's cautious character, he would never take such a big risk to wage war on so many planes with gods and even gods above gods at the same time.
At most, we can wipe out all the orcs on the planet Toril.
In other words, the biggest loss of the Orc pantheon is just the loss of a main material plane.
But if they are scared off, what awaits them will be the birth of an eternal enemy that may lead to the division and destruction of the pantheon.
Once Thrall successfully deifies and brings order, civilization, and elemental power to the orcs, the latter will immediately undergo earth-shaking changes and begin to abandon their original chaotic, backward, and barbaric beliefs on a large scale.
And this process is irreversible.
Once an orc has tasted civilization and order, he or she will never be willing to return to their past life of poverty, stupidity and ignorance.
At that time, we only need to use the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, which is a well-connected transportation hub, to spread the faith. It won’t take long to establish a connection of faith with one plane after another.
"Hehe! I would have done the same thing without you reminding me. After all, there aren't many opportunities to appreciate Gruumsh's misfortune and incompetent rage."
Moradin gave a malicious laugh.
"Thank you both for your trust. I promise that this performance will not disappoint you."
Zuo Si gracefully placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
Corellon encouraged with a faint smile: "Keep going, I'm counting on you. In addition, the gift you sent me before is very good. It's the first time I've seen elves from other time and space and universes. This provides me with important creative inspiration."
"As you like. In fact, elves are a common race throughout the multiverse, and their appearance and personality traits are generally very similar. I even wonder if they all have a common ancestor, or if there is a source in the dark void."
Zuo Si stated his guess directly.
Since he had been studying the Dark Void recently and had obtained a lot of important information from Emrakul, the only one of the three Eldrazi Titans who had developed self-awareness, he had gradually summed up some unique insights.
"Oh? You mean... all the elves in the multiverse are influenced by some unknown existence, so they are evolving in a similar way?"
Corellon immediately understood what the other party wanted to express.
Zuo Si nodded seriously: "Yes, that's what I wanted to say.
The Dark Void is actually not as dark, chaotic, and desolate as many planeswalkers imagine. It is filled with all kinds of dangers that are difficult to describe in words.
Just the opposite!
It actually also contains some kind of abstract logic that cannot be understood normally.
The birth of all other time and space and universes, as well as the various creatures that evolved later, even gods and wild gods, can find corresponding prototypes in the dark void.
So my inference is that the dark void and the real universe are actually in a state of mutual influence.
For example, when a universe comes to an end or is devoured by an Eldrazi titan, all of its matter and energy will return to the Blind Void in some form.
These energies and matter will preserve a large amount of information from the previous universe, and then affect a newly born universe when they flow into it.
Therefore, it is not a coincidence that many time and space are generally populated by humans, elves, dwarves, dragons, orcs and other creatures, but the result of this mutual influence.
And I have discovered many similar distorted life forms while exploring the Dark Void."
"It sounds very interesting. Being a planeswalker is indeed an enviable ability. It can actually peek into such mysteries that even the gods know nothing about."
Corellon showed a look of longing.
But unfortunately, his identity as a god means that he cannot possess a spark, and naturally cannot become a planeswalker.
“Remember to bring back some dwarves from other times and spaces next time. I’m curious about what dwarves from other worlds look like and how they were created.”
Moradin stroked his thick beard and made a small request.
"No problem, I'm happy to help."
Zuo Si agreed without hesitation.
As the few people were talking, the battle on the ground finally came to an end.
Relying on the powerful strength granted by Bennu, the God of Phoenix, Dumbledore beat Lonte Bloodeyes with his fists until he was covered in blood. More than two-thirds of his bones were broken, and blood was gushing out of his mouth, nose and eyes. Even when he activated his rage, he could not move his severely damaged body.
On the other side, after killing all the priests, Grindelwald began to frantically strangle the fleeing orcs using the Undead Sea tactics created by Zuo Si.
Obviously, this orc army sent to the Rongma grassland was completely destroyed.
However, it is clear that the army that Gruumsh teleported through divine power was not just one, but several, and most of them were not orcs native to the continent of Faerun.
Some of them came from other planes, and some came from other continents of Toril.
In short, in order to eliminate the threat of Thrall, the Orc pantheon will almost spare no effort.
"Do you think that little guy named Sal can withstand such a crazy counterattack?"
Corellon asked in an uncertain tone.
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.
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