The temperature is very cold now, and the river water is even colder, so the corpses that floated over are basically not rotten except for being swollen. However, many of the corpses have been eaten by fish in the rivers and still look very scary.
The refugees and soldiers were indeed too frightened to make a sound at first, but after a while, the first cheer and curse came from the mouth of a man who had lost his relatives to the orcs. Then it became unstoppable, with people constantly responding, and the whistling and cheering became deafening.
Even generals like Baspar and Dansen couldn't help but get excited. No matter how that group of people did it, weakening the power of the orcs was a great thing.
Several days passed and corpses continued to float down the river. Although not as many as on the first day, there were still sometimes more and sometimes less.
At the same time, everyone could clearly feel the boost in morale in the army. Many people learned through military gossip that it was only a team of dozens of people led by the Black Ranger that killed and injured tens of thousands of Wild Beastmen.
Inside the army tent, the marshal of the entire army was drinking hot tea.
"Your Excellency, Baspar and his men only notified you of all the military orders they issued after the fact. They didn't take you seriously at all! How could you be so calm?"
The slightly fat marshal glanced at the so-called military supervisor beside him.
This guy has actually reported to the generals many times.
"Haha, you mean to let me, who actually doesn't know much about military strategy, interfere with the military deployment of actual combat generals?"
"I don't know what you are thinking, but put away your little calculations. I am here to be the marshal to reassure my brother and to balance the discord between the veteran generals. Everyone should have only one goal!"
The prince picked up the teacup and took a sip, then squinted at the military commander.
"That's winning the war!"
"I am already an eyesore as a marshal. If I become more of an eyesore, what if we lose the war? I am on the front line!"
"But the Marshal..."
The prince waved his hand, drank the tea in the cup, and looked up with a smile.
"I can tolerate you giving me a cold shoulder, but who the hell are you? Get lost!!!"
The military commander felt a chill.
"Yes, yes, sir!"
The marshal didn't even look at the military commander who was hastily leaving the military tent.
Fighting for power? Showing off one's authority? Sorry, he really wasn't that interested.
If it weren't for his character, his brother the king might not have let him go after he came to the throne.
Prince Whitley is most interested in all kinds of magical things, from tools to things he sees and hears. To put it in Earth's terms, he has an interesting soul.
"I hope the war ends soon. I heard that Gao Yinsi discovered a magical forest with a gathering place of fairies. I really want to go and see it!"
…
Unfortunately, events will not develop as Prince Witley expected.
One month after the beginning of winter, the western territory of the Biya Kingdom, with the city of Rusbela as the boundary, was completely occupied, and millions of soldiers and civilians died. After the news spread, the entire Biya Kingdom and even the four Soma countries were shocked.
At the same time, traces of the Wild Orcs finally began to appear in the territory of Sogian. One or two cities in the periphery had already fallen and were occupied by the Wild Orcs as bridgeheads.
The orcs from the west almost invaded on all fronts. Decades of peace and prosperous trade had effectively solved the problem of famine among the orcs, allowing them to support a large population.
Some elite scouts who risked their lives to investigate behind enemy lines discovered that groups of wild orcs were constantly moving eastward from the grassland and gathering into huge armies.
The already cold weather and the frosty wasteland could not stop them, and the frozen orcs were directly thrown to the giants as food.
Hundreds of scout teams were sent out, but only one in ten could successfully return with intelligence.
It is currently known that the orc army has exceeded one million, and there are also an unknown number of giant monsters.
The Biya Kingdom to the west and the later Sogian Kingdom were no longer able to resist. The other two Soma kingdoms were also preparing to send troops to the west for assistance, but even though they realized the seriousness of the situation, they were still too far away from them and always felt a little slow.
…
In the Spilnosi Forest, where the fairies live, a group of about three hundred adult Firri fairies gathered together, and other Firri fairies in the town also surrounded them.
"Grandma Sivir, do we really want to participate in the war?"
A young elf looked at the white-haired Sivir. The oldest elf in the town was standing in front of the group of 300 people. Like the others, he carried a dark-glazed longbow and several quivers, and had a long sword and a short knife on his waist. He also wore iron-studded armor that only protected his vital parts.
"Yes, Grandma Sivir, is it because of the prophecy spread by the Soma people?"
Many people in the town looked at the more than 300 elderly people with concern and reluctance.
Sivir gently touched the head of her grandson Nono, and then looked at the blue-haired Fieri fairies around her.
"This is not just a war between the Wild Beastmen and the Soma people, but a war that threatens the survival of the entire world. The Great Forest is already showing signs of uneasiness!"
Sivir recalled and looked at everyone seriously.
"There is a reason why the Soma people have been able to stand out and dominate the world over the years. This prophecy proves this point. Some of their miraculous sages had already predicted all this, so the Kingdom of Biya was able to evacuate hundreds of people at the most critical moment and preserve enough manpower."
"But this doesn't necessarily mean that the Soma people's prophecy is true. Maybe someone from their group just discovered the movements of the Wild Beastmen's army!"
One goblin objected in a low voice, and some goblins nearby echoed him.
Sivir sighed.
"I know you think this is a war between the Soma people and the wild beastmen and has nothing to do with us...but..."
Sivir stroked the hair on her chest.
"I have personally been to the grasslands and some other places of the Wild Beastmen. Many of them have been contaminated by a terrible thing. They are not after the wealth of the land and food, but to exterminate the tribes that gather all the spirits. The unrest in the Great Forest also confirms this."
Then she looked in the direction where the star had fallen before.
"The point is, the most seemingly absurd part of that prophecy... may have come true!"
In fact, Xiweier had secretly watched the process of Gao Yins and others leaving the forest to prevent them from returning to the town to cause trouble. Naturally, she also knew that they did not take Riva's body with them.
Out of guilt, Sivir once returned to the place where the stars fell and wanted to bury Riva's body, but the body was gone, and there were no signs of being bitten or dragged by wild beasts. Instead, she found the afterglow of a campfire.
After ruling out the possibility that it was not the Fairy of Firri or Gao Yins and the others, who found Riva's body and took it away? Could there be someone else in the forest that he didn't know about?
This is what Sivir had been thinking until she heard a prophecy circulating among the Soma people in the country of Bia.
At this time, Shiver looked at her puzzled tribesmen and spoke softly with emotion.
"The savior will die and be reborn under the witness of the Dawn Star... The star-seeking Soma I killed before might be the one in the prophecy."
Sivir spoke the second half of the sentence in a low voice, and then spoke again.
"Not only us, I will also contact other fairy tribes. If we don't help the Soma people now, then once they fail, no one will come to help us!"
"And I don't want to go looking for those Soma royal powers. In order to confirm the prophecy, I will go directly to the person with the greatest possibility!"
"Do you all know the legend of how only twenty people defeated an army of more than 100,000 wild beastmen and saved millions of Biya people?"
"Black Ranger?"
"I know! The Black Ranger. They say he's bigger than a troll!"
"I heard he has four hands, each with a sword!"
"No, no, last time I went out in disguise, I met some fleeing Biya people. They said that the Black Ranger could make the mountains and rivers obey his command!"
"How can it be so exaggerated..."
Sivir couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hahahaha…hahahahaha…some things can only be believed if you see them with your own eyes! But the name of that Black Ranger…is the same as the one I remembered!"
"Lord Sivir, have you really seen the Black Ranger?"
"Grandma, do you think Black Ranger is the one in the prophecy?"
"Are we going to look for him?"
…
Seeing that the Fieri fairies were getting excited, Sivir's thoughts drifted to the stars in the sky.
Everything in the world has its reason for existence. The stars and the savior may also be attracted to each other. Is it the stars that call the savior to come, or the savior who takes the initiative to find the stars? What would have happened if he had not stabbed the savior in the first place?
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