Chapter 134 The Orcs' New Reinforcements
Chapter 134 The Orcs' New Reinforcements
Chapter 134 The Orcs' New Reinforcements
The Crimson Plains were once the territory of the Elves.
The gods perished in battle, and the ancestral lands of the elves were reduced to a blood-red plain by the orcs.
Of the elves, only one in ten survived.
The few remaining ones huddled in a corner, barely clinging to life.
They live in constant fear of orc invasion.
When the orc army appeared.
In the sanctuary of the elves, thousands of elves were driven to despair and committed suicide.
The orcs were defeated when the undead launched a counterattack.
Only then did the elves cautiously send out their messengers.
They attempted to communicate with the undead.
But soon the spirits were seen leaving.
They did not take control of this new territory.
I don't know where they went.
The elves were once again plunged into fear.
Inside the temple.
The remaining golden elves gathered together.
"The orcs have been defeated, the undead have left, what should we do?"
It was the elven priest who spoke.
"The orcs will not give up after their defeat. The strength of the Sunset Empire is definitely not just a single legion. It is a vast empire with powerful experts in the field. So what if they lose one legion? Soon, thousands of new legions will appear. Neither the undead nor we can defeat the orcs."
"Yes, the orcs are strong, and we are in the middle, the weakest. The reason we were not wiped out is because the orcs need us. Now that the orc army has suffered a crushing defeat, when the new legion arrives, they will not be the permanent legion of the Scarlet Plains. They may not need us here, and may even think that we are colluding with the undead, which led to the annihilation of the orc army."
"This...this...the danger of our clan being wiped out is imminent, what should we do?"
"Migrate! Migrate immediately!"
Upon hearing this, a sense of desolation appeared in the eyes of the many elves.
"Migration, it's easier said than done, but where can we go?"
"Yes, without the protection of the gods, in this world that has become a forbidden land of darkness, they will soon be assimilated by the forbidden land and transformed into monsters in the darkness."
"To pledge allegiance to a god?"
This proposal was previously considered treasonous and would have been punished by burning at the stake by the temple.
But ever since the gods of the elven race died in battle, the remaining elves have discussed it countless times.
"Without a new god, the elven race is now entirely subservient to other races on the continent."
At this point, an elven priest slammed his hand on the table.
"Damn it, the orcs are brutal. If only we could have some space, we would be willing to become their vassals."
A collective sigh rippled through the crowd.
The Elven race did try to find its own way out.
In dire circumstances, every life will seek a way to survive.
But the orcs were too brutal.
The elves who sought refuge were killed by all the golden-blooded and adult males.
The female elf was imprisoned and then sold.
Only a few elf infants remained to reproduce.
This forced the elves to resist.
Later, the orcs of the Scarlet Plains saw that the elves were putting up fierce resistance.
This was the only temporary measure taken in some elven servants to join the army.
But once all the elves surrender, the servant's fate won't be much better.
"Great Elf God, I beg you, grant my people a way to survive."
In front of the enormous altar.
The original statue of the elven god of the silver moon has long been mottled.
The gods did not respond to the sacrificial altar, no matter what offerings were made.
Even when the elves were on the verge of extinction, it was still the same.
The elves, kneeling on the ground, pleaded with tears of blood.
There has still been no response.
"Is my race doomed to extinction?"
"Are the royal spirits, whose lineage has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, truly headed for extinction?"
Outside Ironstone City.
The orc disguised as an undead is walking towards the city.
At the city gate, the officers guarding the city bowed to the orcs.
The leader of the orcs was Simon.
The next patriarch appointed by the Ironbone Clan.
Although they were defeated, the Ironbone family remains the owners of the Crimson Plains.
And after news of the defeat reached the Sunset Royal Court.
Many orcs couldn't help but secretly criticize Simon's arrogant attitude.
"Even defeated generals are so arrogant."
But no one dared to say that they were merely the garrison of a small Ironstone city.
Even if the Ironbone Clan was defeated, they were still high-ranking nobles blessed by the gods, and were definitely not something that lowly orcs could discuss.
Simon, who had entered Ironstone City, also known as the Undead Field, summoned the garrison there.
Do you have any latest news from the royal court?
Having fought his way through the Dark Forbidden Lands, Field naturally knew that various forces protected by the gods could communicate remotely through temples once they suffered a crushing defeat.
At this point, the Orcish royal court must have learned of the battle on the Scarlet Plains.
And new orders must have been issued.
It's even possible that a new legion has already set off.
This speed is extremely fast, and it's normal for the various subordinate forces of the gods in the Dark Forbidden Land.
The wars between gods were frequent, and any race that was weaker or slower in transmitting information during the wars was almost wiped out long ago.
To have survived to this day, every race has developed various technologies related to warfare to their peak.
The orc general guarding Ironstone City bowed and replied.
"Received, Your Excellency."
"When the defeated soldiers fled back, the news was relayed back to Blood City."
"But I haven't received any new orders."
The commander of Ironstone City was very cautious.
When the battle was lost, news came back that the Crimson Duke and Lord Simon had both died in the battle.
And now!
Suddenly, another man named Simon appeared.
This made him have to be careful.
If it weren't for my own weakness and inability to defeat the opponent, I wouldn't have been able to open Ironstone City.
"Um?"
Simon tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"Do you doubt my identity?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
The commander of Ironstone City hurriedly knelt down.
Field had already anticipated this, and these tricks were no match for him.
You must remember when millions of undead entered the Central Region.
The undead army's disguised identities were so convincing that they even fooled the gods.
A mere orc silver-race guard.
Field took out a stone that emitted a white light.
"Bloodline Identification Stone"
He casually tossed it to the Ironstone City garrison commander.
"Hurry, the enemy could come again at any time. I need to know the family's next plan."
The Ironstone City garrison commander was overjoyed to receive the appraisal stone.
This can be used to identify bloodline; only by dripping blood on it can one prove whether someone has pure orc blood.
When placed in a temple, it can also distinguish between friend and foe.
Basically, once the bloodline identification stone has been used, the identity can be identified.
"Then I apologize for offending you."
"Please, sir, grant me a drop of blood."
Field casually flicked a drop of blood onto the identification stone.
A roaring war boar appeared.
This is the true nature of the Iron Bone family.
It's no secret among the orcs that their ancestors were a war boar clan from the grasslands.
Once this is identified, the identity can basically be confirmed.
"So, do you trust me now?"
Field said calmly.
"Trustworthy, trustworthy, how could I dare to doubt you?"
"snort."
Field gave a cold laugh.
"Should we send another one to the temple?"
"According to the rules..."
"Um?"
"No...no more, this bloodline identification is enough."
The commander of Ironstone City was no fool.
As long as you have this bloodline identification stone, you can have it identified anytime.
There's no need to go too far. After all, the identity of this adult in front of us has already been confirmed. If we offend him too much, we'll be the ones who suffer the most.
They immediately began to speak.
"When news of the defeat came back."
"We reported it immediately."
"Just before you entered the city, some news came back from the royal court."
"The emperor is unaware of the defeat, the empire's territory is vast, and now a divine war is imminent."
"The Sunset Empire borders the territory under the command of the God of Machines, and there are reports that the other side may provoke a war."
"The emperor personally led a large army to that place."
"Currently, the upper house of nobles is acting as the ruling body of the empire."
"After deliberation, the Noble Council decided to leave it to the Ironbone family to handle."
"After the new patriarch of the Iron Bone Clan took over, I heard that he discussed with the Mad Blood Clan about launching a joint attack."
"The message from Blood Moon City is to defend the city and wait for reinforcements to arrive."
Upon hearing this, Field tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
When will the reinforcements arrive?
The Ironstone City garrison commander shook his head.
"That's a military secret. My rank is too low; how could I possibly know?"
He paused, seemingly wanting to say something more, but unsure whether to.
"Say what you want!"
Field said sternly.
"Yes."
"I once served under the Berserker Blood Clan."
"The Berserker Blood Clan's fighting style is to strike unexpectedly."
"I'm afraid that some of the Berserker Blood Clan's legions have already entered Blood Moon City directly through the teleportation array."
Field looked into the eyes of the orc before him.
He had intended to continue gathering information about the Berserker Blood Clan.
But then I thought, asking too many questions might arouse suspicion.
He nodded slightly.
"Then let's follow the instructions from Blood Moon City."
"I'll stay here for now and help you defend the city."
"We'll make plans once the new patriarch of my Iron Bone Clan arrives."
"Go down."
"Yes, ma'am."
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Wait until the other party leaves.
Field secretly passed on the message through the spirits around him.
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