"Is this the fourth scourge that Soth created with the help of the Mind Flayer Mastermind and psychic technology? They are really an interesting bunch..."
The Elf Lord stood at the entrance of the inter-dimensional portal, a very curious expression on his face.
In fact, this was not the first time Corellon had observed these outsiders.
Long before Zuo Si summoned these guys in large numbers to the north of Faerun to engage in a great battle with the coalition of tens of thousands of gathered monsters, he had already noticed the other side's completely different mental state and their ferocious fighting style that showed no fear of death at all.
However, like other gods at that time, they all thought that these people dressed as adventurers or mercenaries should be helpers summoned by Zuo Si from other time and space, and they did not realize the real secret hidden behind them.
But now that he has figured out the truth, Corellon can finally observe and understand the thinking logic of this special group from another perspective.
In fact, he didn't even need to try to distinguish whether an orc or half-orc was a local native or a player.
Because the mental outlook and temperament of the two are so different.
Although the local orcs have undergone some changes under the influence of Thrall's elemental and shamanic trade, the barbarism, ignorance, stupidity and worship of the strong in their bones will never be completely eliminated without two generations.
In contrast, players give people a significantly more civilized feeling, and exude an atmosphere of equality and freedom from head to toe.
This is something that no mortal in the entire continent of Faerun can ever possess.
Because even if we exclude factors such as social class, power, and wealth, the gap between professional level and individual strength alone will lead to inequality between people.
Not to mention the instinctive awe of powerful beings such as gods, demons, devils, and angels.
Only by viewing the whole world as a fake game can one truly achieve transcendence from the root.
This is also the reason why countless people are addicted to the virtual game world.
Since people often encounter too many problems such as exploitation, injustice, oppression, bullying, etc. in real life, they will look for ways to escape anger, pain and despair under the instinctive self-protection mechanism.
The virtual world in the game happens to be a perfect spiritual refuge.
Here, they can experience a completely different life and appreciate the scenery and happiness that they can never experience in the real world.
The most important thing is that everyone here is relatively fair and has only one identity, that is, a player.
No one can win at the starting line from birth. When a character is created, it starts from the lowest level and gradually becomes stronger through one's own efforts.
Everyone can choose the game mode according to their own preferences and find like-minded friends and partners. There is no need to consider the complex emotions and interest relationships in the real world. All words and actions can become very pure.
Even if you offend the so-called "big shots" in the game and are besieged, the worst that can happen is that you just give up and switch to a new game, or delete the original character and create a new one.
There is no need to worry about offending the powerful in the real world and having your family broken up, or even losing your life.
Therefore, the vast majority of players hope that the virtual game world can remain as "fair" as possible, so that every effort they make can get the due reward.
Any behavior or change that attempts to undermine this fair mechanism, whether it is those studios that destroy the gaming experience like locusts, or the so-called "prop charging model" that directly tramples on fairness in pursuit of profit, will ultimately result in a significant shortening of its life cycle, and it will die suddenly in just one or two years or even a few months.
However, Zuo Si created the Fourth Disaster obviously not for profit, but to build a force with strong subjective initiative to serve his own plan when needed.
Moreover, what the player obtains is equivalent to his own, so he will naturally not be too bored to exploit the resources.
The freedom and equality that Corellon felt were the fruits of this favorable environment.
In particular, the players' natural "fun-loving" mentality of being positive and optimistic and not minding the chaos of watching the fun obviously fits his expectations for the ideal elf society.
After all, most of the elven pantheon tends to be chaotic good.
The biggest characteristic of chaotic goodness is that it likes to live a free and unrestrained life and often plays pranks.
Fairy dragons are the best example of this.
Almost all adventurers who wander in the forest for a long time will encounter the teasing of this tiny dragon.
At this moment, Corellon saw several players gathered not far away playing cockfighting out of boredom.
And through a rule similar to drawing cards, the wizard and priest nearby can cast various arcane or divine spells on the two chickens to add unexpectedness and fun.
In just less than ten minutes, six chickens died.
Of course, these dead chickens will not be wasted. They will be immediately sent to the kitchen to be made into fragrant dishes and served to the guests.
Watching chickens killing each other and eating the meat from the corpses of the defeated ones is really too much hell for the chickens.
In addition to cockfighting, there are also sheep fighting, bull fighting, and even slaves such as goblins and gnolls are thrown into the arena to play cruel elimination games according to the rules.
Many local orcs saw this unique scene for the first time and were immediately attracted by the creativity of these "compatriots".
Countless people were immersed in the roaring and shouting at the top of their lungs, and unknowingly lost all the valuables they had.
There is no doubt that all of this is a conspiracy set up by the players in order to snatch the valuables from the local orcs, as well as the magical items that they themselves cannot even identify.
You have to know that when it comes to betting and gambling, losing is not scary; what is scary is winning.
When a person starts winning money and experiences the addictive pleasure from it, he or she will soon become deeply addicted and become a gambler with no bottom line.
Obviously, the arrival of these guys has made this originally simple grassland city become chaotic.
Inspired by them, the local orcs quickly learned all kinds of cheating techniques from the civilized world, and countless disputes and troubles emerged one after another.
"Captain, you have to find a way to control them. If we let them continue to make trouble like this, our warriors will no longer have the heart to fight."
An older orc shaman warned with a worried look on his face.
The corner of Sal’s mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably: “Ignore it.
According to the spies' report, the enemy army is very close to us.
War might break out within a few hours.
When the fight starts, they won’t have time to think about these messy things.”
"Oh? Are the orc gods ready to take action against us?"
There was a barely perceptible flash of nervousness in the shaman's eyes.
After all, Gruumsh has ruled the spiritual world of the orcs for too long, so long that no one remembers whether he created the orc race or whether the orc race made him what he is.
But one thing is certain, that is, this chaotic evil god will never sit idly by and watch the birth of an orc god that is completely out of his control.
Thrall nodded seriously, "Yes, that's right. There are already several armies on the Rongma grassland, with a minimum of 10,000 or 20,000 troops and a maximum of 60,000 or 70,000 troops. They are obviously coming for us."
"So it will be a tough battle for us?"
The shaman raised his head and cast his gaze toward the city wall in the distance that was being continuously expanded and reinforced.
Because they received early warning, they not only withdrew their forces in advance, but also began to build fortifications day and night.
Especially after the players arrived, not only did the project progress by leaps and bounds, but many death traps such as urns, bastions, slopes, and tunnels were also built. The underground was also dug in all directions, so that when necessary, they could sneak behind the enemy through tunnels to launch a sneak attack.
Some guys who used to be civil engineering majors were converted to contractors on the spot, working hard with their teammates and the indigenous orcs.
Occasionally, you can see professional officers from the Warhammer universe instructing everyone on the essentials and precautions of building fortifications.
So even though the construction time was not long, with the help of professionals and magic, Ilinwuer had already become a terrifying meat grinder and war fortress.
Not to mention the wars in the era of cold weapons, even in the era of hot weapons, it would be impossible to defeat the enemy easily without heavy artillery clusters and massive aerial bombardments.
Just when Sal was about to say something, the clock tower in the center of the city immediately made a rapid tinkling sound.
This sound seemed to have some kind of magic, which immediately made the crowd who were eating, drinking and having fun the previous second put down what they were busy with, put on their armor as quickly as possible and rushed to the city wall.
It goes without saying that this bell is the alarm for the enemy's attack.
In fact, most cities in Faerun have one or more similar clock towers.
The only duty of the soldiers stationed there 24 hours a day is to detect the enemy in advance and ring the bell to sound the alarm.
"Quick! Light the fire! Heat the oil!"
"Arrows! We need more arrows here!"
"Move more stones and wood. The wall on the side is obviously the shortest. The enemy will definitely try to climb from this side."
"Trebuchets and ballistas, listen to my orders! Do not fire without permission!"
"Where's the gunpowder? Where's the smoke powder we bought from the West Coast Empire at a high price? Bring it all up! The musket troops quickly load it up!"
…
As a large number of orders were passed down in an orderly manner, the city that originally seemed chaotic quickly became busy and orderly.
Thrall, who had just arrived at the city wall, was surprised to find that his most troublesome command and organization coordination problems were easily solved with the help of the players.
In particular, many teams came from the military and had participated in countless large-scale wars, and had accumulated rich experience. They easily incorporated those local orcs who had no idea what to do into their command system.
Accurate!
Fast! Efficient!
It was even the first time he witnessed with his own eyes that an army of orcs could operate as efficiently as a war machine.
Even the panic among the lower-level fighters was gradually fading.
Because anyone who is not blind can feel his own strength.
At least they are many times stronger than those outside the city wall who are in a mess and have no formation at all.
"Has it finally begun? Let me see what kind of miracle the Fourth Calamity that Soth mentioned can create."
Corellon, controlling the body of a cloned orc, picked up a longbow of barely acceptable quality from the ground, and stood with other crossbowmen, ready to fight.
Although his current real level is not even LV1, the skills and combat experience in his mind are still there.
When Gruumsh's followers began to attack the city walls and entered the range, the ballistae and catapults were the first to start showing their power.
Along with the creaking sound of wood, a large number of stones, thick crossbow arrows, and burning explosive barrels and oil tanks flew into the air and hit the enemy directly on the head.
Often seven, eight or even more orcs can be killed with one strike.
The violent explosion and flames made those unfortunate half-dead guys scream in pain and beg their companions to kill them.
"Charge! Charge! Kill all these traitors who dared to betray the teachings of the great orc gods! Make a mountain of their bodies!"
"Sacrifice! Gruumsh demands a sacrifice of blood and souls! Kill every living thing in this city!"
"No force can stop our overwhelming offensive!"
"Don't be afraid! As long as we rush to the bottom of the city wall, those catapults, ballistae and crossbows will not be able to hit us."
"Watch out for battering rams and siege engines! Don't let them get damaged!"
Orc chieftains and voters from different tribes and even different planes shouted loudly to command their armies.
It is not difficult to see from those siege weapons made entirely of animal skins and wood that they are not the most primitive small tribe living in the deep mountains and forests, but a large tribe with a certain number of craftsmen and knowledge heritage.
These tools were made from trees they cut down south of Illinur near the Galena Mountains.
Although the reliability was very poor and some of them broke down before being pushed halfway forward, the advantage in quantity solved the problem of poor quality.
In the rear, there was even a large crane-type catapult that continuously threw huge stones at the city wall.
With the combined power of its own mass and gravitational acceleration, each piece could smash a dozen people into a pulp with one strike.
Even if it hits a thickened city wall, it will leave a deep dent.
If it falls inside the city, it will directly raze a building to the ground.
Fortunately, this type of super-heavy catapult has very high requirements for the quality of wood, so there are not many of them. Some of them have their arms broken into two sections while being thrown, so the overall threat is not that great.
At least until all the players are killed and the entire command system collapses, there is no need to worry too much about morale issues.
After all, emotions are contagious.
When the officers at the top of an army begin to become afraid of death, the soldiers below will naturally follow suit and become very timid.
But if the officers above take the lead in charging every time, chat and laugh in front of the enemy's fierce long-range weapon attacks, and even occasionally tell a few dirty jokes to relieve tension, then the soldiers will naturally become extremely brave and fearless.
And the group of players that supports the entire city's command system happens to be composed entirely of such people.
Not only did they not have the slightest intention of hiding, but they also led the charge to the front line, crushing the enemy who first entered the attack radius.
Many orc warriors were killed without a trace before they even understood what was happening by various magic arrows, enchanted bullets, and long-range spells.
The first wave of two to three thousand people who rushed in fell on the road of charge without even a splash.
Such fierce firepower coverage and large-scale use of magic shocked and stunned the orcs who were accustomed to winning in chaos.
Because in their impression, except for a very small number of orcs with the bloodline of dragons or other magical creatures, it is basically impossible for their compatriots to learn arcane magic.
But now, there was a row of orc mages and warlocks wearing robes of various colors standing on the city wall!
In particular, many of the burly orcs were wearing robes that were obviously snatched from other people. The robes were short, small, and tight, almost as eye-catching as tight skirts.
Some are simply women's styles, with only the chest barely covered on the upper body, leaving the thick black chest hair, back, belly button and waist completely exposed.
Some of them wear them because they pursue the powerful attributes of the equipment, while others simply wear them for fun to disgust others. They even wear all kinds of strange sexy stockings on their hairy feet and thighs.
As the saying goes, for some people putting on a mask is actually taking off a mask.
Such a unique painting style is unbearable not only for humans but even for orcs themselves.
The only thing that might make them feel comforted are the female orc warriors wearing bikini armor.
Unfortunately, all the attention of these female orcs was focused on Chieftain Thrall, and several of them even threw him flirtatious glances and blew him kisses.
"Crossbowmen! Get ready!"
"shoot!"
Seeing the second echelon of the orc army following closely behind, stepping over the corpses and rushing towards the city wall, the player in charge of commanding the arrow tower decisively gave the order to fire a volley.
Corellon, who had been waiting for a long time, said nothing, pulled the bowstring with a smooth and pleasing movement, and then gently released his fingers.
Whoosh! This arrow did not draw a beautiful parabola in the sky like other arrows, and then rain down on the enemy's head. Instead, it spun and flew straight to an orc warrior who seemed to be of high status.
The latter obviously sensed the danger and immediately raised the weapon in his hand to block, but he never expected that the arrow suddenly turned to the side when it was about to collide with him, and went straight through the temple of another orc warrior, who fell to the ground with a thud and died beyond death.
Such horrifying archery skills made him break out in a cold sweat. He raised his head and tried to find the archer who shot the arrow, and soon locked onto the small account of the Elf God.
There is no other reason. It is just that Corellon's behavior is incompatible with other orcs. The elegance and calmness that comes from his bones are something that orcs can never learn.
Ranger?
Sharpshooter? Magic Archer? Several professions that are good at using bows and arrows flashed through the orc warrior's mind.
However, Corellon obviously did not care about the enemy's reaction. He continued to draw his bow and shoot the second arrow at a leisurely pace.
Just like before, this arrow was also in a straight line, and at the last bit of distance before hitting the target, it suddenly turned and shot and killed an unlucky guy.
After two consecutive successes, not only the enemies outside the city wall were stunned, but even the friendly troops around showed expressions of disbelief.
In the eyes of the players, the talent and strength displayed by this newcomer are simply too outrageous.
In the eyes of the local natives, this represents an incomparable powerful talent, and is the kind of great person who is destined to be sung by bards and leave behind his own legend in the future.
However, Corellon ignored the interference from the outside world and just maintained the rhythm and shot the arrows one by one, feeling the magic and vitality absorbed by his body when the target died.
Similarly, he also understood why these Fourth Calamities were so keen on killing.
Because every time a life is killed, the psychic technology imprinted in the clone's body will complete a plunder.
The more you kill, the more powerful the character you control becomes.
When all the thirty arrows were shot, Corellon's level had been raised to real level LV3 and game level LV30.
More importantly, the clones he controlled did not feel any fatigue at all, as if every upgrade would strengthen and restore the body.
"Hey! Man! Where did you learn this archery skill?"
一名带着动物伙伴的游侠玩家忍不住凑过来问了一句。
“呵呵，抱歉，这是个秘密。”
柯瑞隆露出一丝神秘的笑容，自顾自换了一个新的箭袋，然后继续重复之前的动作。
“切！不说拉倒。”
游侠玩家没好气的翻了个白眼转身继续射杀冲到城墙下的敌人。
另外一个明显是某个玩家小团队领导者的家伙则趁机凑上来发出邀请：“新人，你有兴趣加入极光之舞吗？我们愿意给你提供最好的待遇，帮助你快速赶上大家的进度。”
柯瑞隆礼貌的摇了摇头拒绝道：“不，谢谢，我没有兴趣加入任何团体。”
眼前这位新人柴米油盐不进，而且还是一副典型“独狼”的派头，其他人也都立刻熄了招募他的心思。
就在精灵主神享受这场升级游戏的时候，左思的声音突然回荡在他的脑海中。
“如何，我设计的这套游戏系统好玩吗？”
柯瑞隆通过精神连接不加思索的回应道：“还不错，尤其是那种集体氛围相当令人着迷。也许我可以考虑在某个世界也打造一个类似的系统，让阿梵多的孩子们也能享受到其中的乐趣。”
“这可不容易。因为除了灵能之外，还有一个最重要的关键就是旅法师的火花。如果不能通过火花实现跨位面乃至跨时空的连接，那么信号传输将会成为一个极大的难题。”
左思直截了当指出了问题的所在。
因为这套第四天灾系统在原理上并不复杂。
尤其是大规模克隆躯壳对于神这种能“无中生有”的生物来说完全小菜一碟。
但想要维持跨位面和跨时空信号的稳定却并不容易。
“你可以帮我培养一名精灵旅法师吗？”
柯瑞隆在短暂的沉默过后提出了一个要求。
左思犹豫了片刻很快回应道：“培养一名精灵旅法师是不可能的。
因为旅法师从来都不是靠培养出来的，而是与生俱来的。
只有那些在诞生瞬间就拥有火花的罕见个体，才有资格点燃它成为旅法师。
不过我倒是可以提供一个其他的解决方案。”
“哦？是什么？”
柯瑞隆的声音带着一丝期待，明显对此十分感兴趣。
“我的手下最近研究出了一种叫做洞境树的东西。
它可以直接跨越黑暗虚空把各个时空跟宇宙连接到一起。
如果你不介意的话，我可以让洞境树的一根枝杈深入阿梵多。
然后再把另外一个枝杈伸向你需要连接的位面。
如此一来，你就可以实现自己的想法了。”
左思不动声色的给出了建议。
很显然，他这是盯上了精灵国度阿梵多那强大的魔法力量，打算以此来窥探柯瑞隆的真实身份究竟是否像传闻中描述的那样，是一团这个宇宙中的原初魔法能量成了精。
“洞境树？那是什么？”
柯瑞隆语气中充满了强烈的好奇。
因为这是他第一次听说有除了旅法师火花之外的东西能够穿越黑暗虚空实现跨时空的连接。
左思耐心的解释道：“它是由凯德海姆时空世界之树的种子加烁油孕育而成。具体解释起来有点麻烦，只要你允许它的枝干进入，很快就能明白其中的奥妙。”
“好吧，稍后等我跟其他精灵神祇商量过之后再告诉你答案。现在，还是让我继续体验这场有趣的游戏吧。”
柯瑞隆显然还有所顾忌没有立刻答应下来。
左思也没有催促，直接切断了两人之间的精神连接，站在城市的上空居高临下俯视着地面上如火如荼的战争。
确切地说是第四天灾与格乌什信徒之间的碰撞。
随着攻城车、撞城锤和云梯冲过密集的火力网来到近前，最惨烈的贴身肉搏终于开始了。
由于在城墙和城门这种狭小的空间内基本上就是人挤人，根本没有太多腾挪闪避的空间，因此双方就是硬碰硬的以伤换伤、以命换命。
才短短不到半个小时的功夫，鲜血就染红了城墙和地面，尸体更是堆起一座座小山包。
刺鼻的血腥味隔着好几公里之外都能闻得到。
兽人诸神那边只要前边死的人达到一定程度，立刻就会在后方的草原上开启传送门运送更多的炮灰投入其中。
第四天灾这边同样也毫不示弱，死了就直接换个新的克隆体复活并再次穿过传送门继续战斗。
一方是“我的信徒无穷无尽”，一边是“不管我死多少次都可以立刻复活”。
如此可怕的相互消耗，简直让本地土著感到头皮发麻。
也许最开始的时候，萨尔领导下的兽人还会因为看到玩家们英勇战死到最后一刻而深受感动，一个个仿佛打了鸡血一样死战不退。
可很快他们就意识到不对劲。
明明是刚才已经死了的家伙，尸体还躺在旁边呢，可突然又冒出一个一模一样的。
更离谱的是，随着时间的推移，这种现象已经不是极个别而是被越来越多的人注意到。
还有的在一个地方更是死了好几次，导致同样的尸体至少有七八具之多，连本人看得多了都感觉心里有点发毛。
“大酋长，那些家伙似乎有点不对劲，他们好像拥有不死之身。”
正在给伤员治疗的萨满嘴角抽搐着提醒了一句。
“啊，我知道。别担心，他们是站在我们这边的。如果没有他们的帮助，光靠我们这点人早就崩溃了。”
说罢，萨尔高举手中的毁灭之锤凝聚元素的力量，紧跟着纵身一跃砸向天空。
还没等其他人反应过来，头顶黑压压的乌云便开始闪烁刺眼的电光，随后轰鸣的雷声席卷大地。
才一眨眼的功夫，数以千计的兽人大军便在雷暴撕肆虐下化为灰烬。
那宛如神明一样的强大力量马上引起了城墙上所有人的欢呼。
最早那批更是像看待神祇一样注视着这位传奇酋长，甚至是跪下来向其虔诚的祈祷。
得到源自于信仰的力量，萨尔能感知到自己身体里有某种东西正在孕育，这便是无数野心家梦寐以求的神性。
只有当凡人信徒将其视作真正的神时，才会产生如此不可思议的效果。
曾经博德之门阴谋背后的沙洛佛克就曾经尝试使用这种方法来成为新的杀戮之神。
不过以眼下这种程度显然还远远不够。
他需要在战争中淬炼这些兽人，让他们不断强化现有的信仰、鉴定意志，最终凝聚成为一个全新的族群。
毕竟只有血与火才能铸就民族之魂。
“来吧！让这场暴风雨来得更猛烈一些！伟大的元素将帮助我完成最后的蜕变！我要终结这个宇宙兽人的野蛮与混乱！我要带领他们走出一条截然相反的道路。”
萨尔一边用只有自己才能听见的声音低语，一边疯狂释放着从元素位面获得的力量。
他眼下就像是暴风雨中的灯塔，一面矗立在城墙之上的旗帜，夜空中明亮的星辰，为所有本地土著指引者方向。
只要他还没有倒下，这场战争就能一直持续下去，直至最后一个人死光。
就在整个费伦大陆乃至神界都在关注这场战争的时候，一个全身上下覆盖着伤痕累累黑色盔甲的身影突然骑着马出现在天空之上，开始向战争双方赐下祝福。
不用问也知道，能干出这种事情的就只有战神坦帕斯了。
很显然，这场声势浩大的兽人内战吸引了他的目光。
尽管兽人有自己的军神，同时也是格乌什的副官——依那伏。
但萨尔一方却已经脱离了兽人诸神的信仰，所以坦帕斯完全有资格和充足的理由插手。
不过他的这种举动显然激怒了对方，一柄染血的阔剑在半空中若隐若现。
可坦帕斯显然并没有将这个对手放在眼里，反而径直冲到左思的面前，大笑着举起酒壶说道：“棒极了！你又为我带来了一场精彩绝伦的战争。从第一次见到你的时候，我就知道你就是战争的使者，无论走到哪里都会把战争带过去。”
“瞧您这话说的，好像我是个残暴嗜血的战争贩子一样。其实我骨子里是一个和平主义者，对战争没有一丁点兴趣。从来都是别人先主动招惹我，我才不得已之下被动反击。”
左思摆出一副受害者的模样替自己辩解道。
但任何人听到这番话都只会感叹，不愧是阿斯摩蒂尔斯看重的魔鬼亲王，睁眼说瞎话都不带脸红的。
“和平主义者？哈哈哈哈！对，对，对，那我就祝愿你能把和平带到更多的地方。”
说罢，坦帕斯举起酒壶一饮而尽，脸上浮现出赤裸裸毫不掩饰的戏谑。
对于他而言，战争不光是自身力量的源头，同样也是一种乐趣。
而左思已经在短短几年时间里发动了不知道多少次战争，简直比任何一个战神的选民、牧师都还要称职。
如果不是得到过明确的拒绝，坦帕斯早就想将其拉到自己这边封为首席选民。
There is no way, because all the tyrants, ambitious people, conspirators and warmongers in the entire continent of Faerun combined are not as capable as Zuo Si in causing trouble.
And each war is not a small-scale fight, but is enough to affect the situation and historical direction of the surrounding areas.
Thanks to these frequent and large-scale wars, Tempus's power and influence are constantly increasing, and he is about to replace the Dark Sun Cyric and take the top spot of powerful divine power.
So he was full of good feelings towards Zuo Si from beginning to end.
If there really was a war of gods against the orc pantheon, he would definitely come to help without hesitation.
"So you came all this way just to tease me?"
Zuo Si looked at the most powerful man among the gods in front of him and smiled helplessly.
Because he knew what the other person said was right.
Although his actions were not originally intended for war itself, the result was that wars were triggered one after another.
To some extent, no one in the world is more suitable to be the chosen one and messenger of the God of War than him.
Tempus shook his head vigorously and responded, "No, I just became very interested in this unique war.
Especially those little guys whom you call the fourth scourge, who are always exuding a frenzy for fighting and killing.
He is simply a natural born warrior and is lovable.
By the way, are you really not going to become my chosen one? Then we can join forces to launch a war that will sweep across the entire multiverse and conquer endless time and space."
"I'm sorry, but I have no interest in starting a war to conquer the entire multiverse. You'd better not think about it. Besides, some time and space are really not suitable for gods to enter."
Zuo Si bluntly rejected the war god's proposal.
What a joke! He is not a fool. He would work for Tempus for nothing and help it gain greater power by launching an unprecedented war.
What's more, the philosophy he believed in always regarded war as the ultimate means and would never easily put it into action.
Tempus sighed with regret. "Well, you can come to me anytime you figure it out. Also, if the orc pantheon gets tired of playing and wants to break the rules, I'll be happy to join your camp and teach them a lesson."
"Thank you very much. If that day comes, I will let you know."
Zuo Si politely placed his hand on his chest and bowed.
Tempus threw away the empty wine jug in his hand, then rode away on his beloved warhorse without any reluctance.
Because his personality is so straightforward, he likes those warriors who will start fighting directly when they disagree with something.
There is no doubt that the appearance of the God of War has made the already pessimistic situation of the Orc gods even worse, and they dare not even think of any crooked means.
Geumsh even quickly promoted several voters and sent them all over in an attempt to win by numbers.
But unfortunately, Thrall, who has begun to conceive divinity, is not a vegetarian.
He had long since established contact with the inner elemental planes through the Hammer of Destruction.
When facing a powerful Chosen One, directly summon the power of the four elements of fire, wind, water and earth to deal a devastating blow to the enemy.
You can even directly open a portal to summon elemental creatures at the level of lords and princes to help in the battle.
The open space outside the city gate was completely turned into a deep pit in the fierce battle.
After a few days, Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Van Swick finally arrived and joined the ranks of the defenders.
This meant that Geumsh's original plan to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop completely failed, and instead the most brutal tug-of-war began.
Before long, a slope was built from the city wall to the ground using the bodies of dead orcs.
Now, even without using any tools, we can rush directly to the city wall through this slope of corpses.
The only problem is that the corpse doesn't feel good to step on. It's easy to step on air and fall into it because of the rotting corpse below. The pungent stench, flies, and maggots are crawling everywhere, which can make any normal person vomit bile at just one look or smell.
In some places, the corpses have even mutated into undead or semi-undead creatures the size of mountains.
It can be predicted that in the next few years or even ten or twenty years, the land here will become extremely fertile.
But the interesting thing is that in such a harsh battlefield environment, no infectious diseases or plagues broke out on either side.
You don't need to ask to know that this is all thanks to Zuo Si and Talona.
Otherwise, the mountains of rotting corpses would have turned the surrounding area into a horrific biological and chemical testing site.
It is estimated that the reason why the orc gods have no intention of retreating is that they want to use a similar method to kill Thrall and his followers.
After all, the orcs also have a god of death and disease - Idros.