Chapter 1321： Spread and smoldering (1/2)

As the warchief and the general expected, the defense line on Wolfridge Mountain still cannot stop the wave of distortions surging from the wasteland. There are overwhelming arrows of corrosive energy and countless deformed creatures that are not afraid of swords and pounce from the direction of the mountain. In the position, even the brave mountain warriors and champion warriors have to fight and retreat to give way to the line of defense under their feet.

The warriors of the tribe do not lack courage and fighting wisdom, but they do not have enough sophisticated weapons, not enough soldiers, not fully prepared positions, and no backup. Their only advantage is the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack terrain of Wolfridge Mountain. , But in the face of the enemy's tireless characteristics and endless numbers, this only advantage will soon be exhausted.

In fact, not only Morakot and Camilla, but many commanders in the tribal army have known this situation for a long time: several loopholes appeared in the magnificent wall, the pressure from the wasteland continued to flow, and the tribal warriors could not be in the group. The eastern foot of the mountain barrier blocks those monsters, then they cannot block these more and more enemies in other places. Unless the loopholes in the direction of the magnificent wall are blocked, the direction of the war will be on the day the mountain barrier falls. It is doomed.

But even so, the warriors of the tribe will still choose to continue the battle until the day when the entire army is annihilated. This is the stubbornness engraved in the bones of the orcs. Since ancient times, they have not been the one who will be defeated by desperation. Race, invincible enemies will not let them bow their heads, they will only choose to die on the way to charge.

"This will not be an end..."

The cold wind brought a pungent smell, and the quiet red jade forest seemed to perceive this disturbing breath. The surrounding towering old trees rustled in the wind, the old orc Morak and his own An elite team walked through the forest. He raised his head and looked at the dim shadows deep in the dense forest. He muttered softly to himself as he listened to the sound of killing that seemed to be faintly coming from the wind.

The ancient dense forest will not respond to the old orc’s self-talk. There are only the slight sound of leaves being blown by the wind and the rustling of snow falling in the woods. At this moment, the sun has risen, and the morning light penetrates the gap between the canopies. Sprinkled into the clearing in the forest, under the hazy and illusory brilliance, some cyclones that are hard to judge by the naked eye are quietly converging between the thick snow and the soft soil.

The soldiers felt the scrutiny gaze coming from the air, Morak waved his hand gently, so the soldiers following him immediately stopped, and he raised his head to look at the end of the clearing in the forest, his gaze fell on a strangely shaped piece On the boulder.

The boulder stands abruptly among a circle of smaller stones. The irregular surface of the boulder is engraved with dark red fine lines. Several rough natural spars are inlaid on the top of the stone, like some weird eyes Morakot. Watching this stone until the invisible wind rolled up the snow and dead leaves to block his sight, then the wind gradually stopped, and several figures appeared in the "stone circle".

They wore thick cloaks, and their entire bodies, including their faces, were hidden inside the cloak. The surface of the cloak was slightly agitated from time to time, as if underneath their clothes were not flesh and blood but a large amount of amorphous smoke and dust. These figures held them in their hands. It looked decayed and fragile, like a weapon that shattered at the touch of a touch. The cracks on the surface of those weapons were filled with a pale blue gleam of death icy breath flowing out of them.

"Forestman," Morak stepped forward from among the silent warriors, looking calmly at the "human" shadows wrapped in cloaks, "I am talking to you on behalf of the warchief."

"We know what you came from, the spirit witch told us all the wars that took place in the East," one of those silhouettes said, the voice did not seem to come from flesh and blood at all, but like a distortion tremor that relied solely on air resonance. , "It's useless... I didn't expect you to be able to hold it so soon."

Morak's nose twitched, but the expression on his face was still flat: "You will soon realize how powerful the ‘tide’ is."

"Perhaps, but we don't care about it," the leader of the forest ranger seemed to smile, but Morak and the soldiers heard nothing but a hollow wind. "We only care about what your'warchief' promised. The condition of... we ignited the sea of ​​red jade, and she let us die. This is the whole content of the transaction... Is my understanding wrong?"

Morakot quietly watched several figures in the stone circle, and in the corner of his sight, in the shadows deep in the jungle, there were more sights and shadowy shadows watching over here. Those were the red jade forest sea. "Forest Watchers", a group of people who were defeated by the orcs in the war thousands of years ago and driven into this magical forest. They were cursed by an oath and were trapped in a state of immortality forever. Little-known existences from the outside world.

They are not undead, but they are not living people. They are the sad ones who were blessed by this land and abandoned by this land. They were the masters of the orcs thousands of years ago.

But their rule was overthrown by their own slaves a thousand years ago, and now there are only a group of "cursed people" who have almost forgotten the past.

The land of Ogure is ancient and barbaric. In this era, it may not be as "advanced" and "civilized" as other countries in the world, but in this mysterious land, there are still many strangers hidden in it. The ancient secret of imagination, everything in the sea of ​​red jade forest, is just a small wave in the long history of this land, and now, this wave has come to calm down completely.

Morak took out the beast tooth pendant from his arms and displayed it in front of the leader of the forest guard: "The promise of the warchief is unquestionable like mountains. This is the last debt between you and the living world, Spirit Witch We have injected the contract into it, and I will leave it here. When the flames in the sea of ​​red jade forest ignite, this thousand years of evil fate is over."

In the gloomy dense forest, countless eyes were instantly focused on the beast tooth pendant, Morakot could feel the almost substantial desire and scorching heat in those eyes, and this pressure made him feel even after the battle. The fluff was slightly erected, but he still maintained an unhurried and indifferent posture, and calmly took a few steps forward, placing the pendant on a stone at the very edge of the "stone circle".

The leader of the forest ranger moved almost immediately. He drifted through a distance of several meters like a plume of smoke, and stretched out his arm made of ashes and smoke to touch the pendant, but his fingers had not yet touched the pendant. On the surface, a burst of blue flame burst out from his fingertips, forcing him to step back and rush to extinguish the flames.

"The contract hasn't been completed yet, you can't touch it," Morak seemed to have expected this, and said to the forest guard with a calm expression, "you don't have to touch it, as long as the forest sea starts to burn, it will naturally return to the dust. ."

The leader of the forest ranger "floats" back to the spot without saying a word. In the darkness under the hood, there seemed to be two icy eyes falling on Morak, and it was only a moment later that it came from the dark shadow of the hood. A hollow voice: "I hope you are really ready... When the red jade forest is burned, there will be no retreat for you."

"A thousand years ago, our ancestors had no way out when they decided to launch a counterattack," Morak said lightly. "We are all used to it."