Blasphemy: The 13th disaster

In the early morning of the next day, the orc forwards appeared on the mountains opposite the elven underground fortress.

The large group of orc warriors began to advance, rolling down the mountains, and formed a formation in front of the elven underground fortress. At this time, the elves had built a thick parapet at the exit, and hundreds of elven archers were waiting behind the parapet.

The orc leaders stood on the distant mountains, pointing at the peak where the elven underground fortress was located. They were very surprised and didn't understand why the elves, who always hated darkness and moisture, would build a fortress in the heart of the mountain.

The mysterious man headed by took out the crystal plate and looked at it again. Then a yellow-green light flashed in his eyes and shouted: "All the elves are in front of us! Start attacking and prepare for natural disasters!"

The orders were passed to different orc troops one after another. An unusually tall orc looked at the elf behind the parapet, roared suddenly, and pointed his warhammer forward. Two hundred werewolves sounded their trombones, jumped out of the battle formation with extreme swiftness, and rushed toward the elves' position!

The magic long bows in the hands of the elf archers kept flashing, and in the blink of an eye, each archer shot more than three long arrows. No matter how fast the werewolves dodge, they can't avoid such a dense and precise rain of arrows. Following the howl of wolves, each werewolf had several long arrows inserted into its body. It's just that werewolves have tough skin and are covered in well-made plate armor, so the elves' long arrows can only penetrate their bodies for more than ten centimeters at most. This small injury is almost painless for a werewolf who is over two meters tall. The werewolves who had been hit by arrows were still leaping forward, waving the giant curved-handled axes in their hands, covering a distance of four to five meters in one stride, quickly closing the distance with the elves.

The orc frontline commander roared again, and a thousand orc warriors holding shields and axes ran forward, following the werewolf forward!

It has been proven in the battle of Green Sea that well-equipped werewolves are the natural enemies of elf shooters. But that's only for the elves of the Green Sea. Now these elven archers all come from the City of Oracle.

The leader of the werewolf was hit by several arrows. As he rushed forward, his green eyes suddenly became cloudy, and he fell to the ground. Large groups of white foam could not help but pour out of his mouth, and his limbs were helpless. It twitched and stopped all movements in the blink of an eye.

The place where he fell was less than ten meters away from the elf shooters.

Behind him, dozens of werewolves fell down one by one. They only twitched a few times on the ground and then stopped moving again.

The orc warriors following the werewolf were shocked when they saw that the werewolf, who was more agile and fierce than themselves, suddenly fell down, and their pace slowed down a little. It was during this hesitation that the elven archers fired two more waves of arrows, and then quickly retreated to the underground fortress.

After sacrificing hundreds of lives, the orc warriors finally reached the back of the parapet. They looked at the deep hole that was several meters high and bottomless in front of them, and couldn't help but froze for a moment. At this time, the roar of the orc frontline commanders behind them started again, so these well-disciplined warriors no longer hesitated and rushed into the elves' underground fortress.

The expressions of the orc generals and priests on the mountain changed when they saw that the fierce and elite werewolves and orc warriors would fall down immediately if they were hit by arrows. A troll shaman suddenly roared: "Poison! It's poison! This is poison more powerful than the saliva of a swamp dart frog! Are they really elves?"

"They are indeed elves!" the mysterious man said slowly: "We orcs can undergo such big changes under the guidance of the beast god, and the elves may naturally undergo some changes. But no matter how they change, they all escape. There is no fate of destruction! Send my order and prepare to start the natural disaster!"

A long beast horn resounded through the valley, and hundreds of ferocious troll warriors filed onto the mountain. In the hands of every troll warrior, there is a completely ecstatic elf girl. In the biting cold wind, the beautiful bodies of the elf girls were turned blue by the cold, and their lips turned completely purple-gray. And in their beautiful eyes, they are full of shame, shame, anger and fear.

The troll warriors were obviously well-trained. Under the command of several shamans, they pushed the elf girls in their hands to specific directions one by one, and formed a circle around the orc leaders.

The orc generals and priests retreated one after another. Only the mysterious man who had changed into a red robe with gold trim stood in the center of many elven girls. He closed his eyes and chanted the mantra slowly.

More than a dozen orc shamans in the periphery also began to chant curses at the same time. Their chants sounded like wild beasts howling, and the spells were short and powerful. As the shamans' spells were completed one by one, the bodies of the elf girls began to glow with the blood-red light of the curse. They no longer shivered due to the cold, the blood temperature all over their bodies rose sharply, and their faces began to show a look of extreme pain. But their necks were tightly held in the hands of the troll warriors behind them, and they could only struggle helplessly.

On the top of the underground fortress, Rogge and Hughes were standing in the wind, looking at the mountains in the distance.

"They seem to be performing some kind of ceremony. This magic circle feels very familiar, and it should be related to some kind of dark magic. Hey, what are these orcs bringing so many elves here for? Is it a blood sacrifice? So let's put it this way , this magic ritual should be quite powerful!" Rogge said slowly as he carefully identified the magic circle built by the orcs on the mountain.

When the fat man saw hundreds of naked elf girls being placed in the magic circle, his face had already turned livid. He has excellent eyesight and has already seen that these elf girls are quite good in appearance and figure. And judging from the bones and muscles, the talent for practicing martial arts is also a plus. Any elf girl among them would be exchanged for a small amount of wealth if put on the slave market, but these crude orcs seemed to intend to use them as sacrifices for magic rituals. How could the fat man not feel heartbroken? When he thought that these elf girls should have belonged to him, the anger in Rogge's chest burned even more.

Even if you don’t use these elves in exchange for wealth, if you train them well, they will become very good shooters. How powerful are a hundred elf archers? For this problem, Rogge, who has been in battle for a long time, couldn't be more clear. What's more, his elf archers are equipped with poisonous arrows.

"Is it possible to rescue them?" Rogge asked Hughes.

"There are many strong people here, so it is not impossible." Hughes said slowly: "But if you want to accomplish great things, you have to pay some price. Saving them will affect our entire plan. Their blood ...will pay for it with enough orc lives."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Hughes's voice. When he saw that only 50,000 of the 200,000 elves in the Green Sea escaped, and when he saw that hundreds of elves were about to become a blood sacrifice in a magic ritual in front of him, his eternal elegance finally revealed a deep anger. meaning.

On the opposite mountain ridge, the elf girls suddenly screamed in unison! The crazy sharp claws of the troll warriors have broken open their chests and taken out their hearts, which have nearly doubled in size due to the curse!

A snow-white girl's body fell. Under the snow-like skin, bright red blood flowed out and spread along the dents that had been carved on the ground. The blood of hundreds of elf girls slowly outlined a huge and terrifying magic circle!

The troll warriors placed their wildly beating hearts on the elf girls’ naked backs. The huge hearts were like monsters, probing out countless blood vessels and piercing deeply. The pale skin of the elf girls.

Dozens of priests and shamans of various races took their respective positions and began chanting different incantations. The mysterious man standing in the center of the magic circle suddenly roared hoarsely and raised his hands upward! So the hundreds of elven girls lying on the ground raised their heads and opened their eyes! Their pupils have turned dark red, as if thick blood is constantly flowing. Following the mysterious man's spell, the elf girls opened their small mouths one by one, and sprayed out thick black mist.

On the peak on the other side of the battlefield, Rogge frowned more and more as he looked. He never thought that the orcs, who were always known for their crude magic, would actually have a magician who could perform such a terrifying magic ritual. After observing for a while, Rogge suddenly said: "I know! The ceremony they held was a natural disaster!"

"Natural disaster?" After hearing this, Hughes was silent for a moment, and finally said: "...Then let them complete this ritual!"

"Maybe you need some help?" A slightly hoarse voice sounded behind Rogge and Hughes.

The fat man was slightly startled. He turned around and saw Adelene, who was dressed in a plain black robe, standing behind him at some point. Seeing that it was her, Rogge felt relieved. If Adelene had evil intentions, she would have plotted against him countless times. The demons and Fatty had a close connection in the past. If Augustus hadn't stopped Elesis, Fatty might have already shown off his talents in the demon world. Although Adelene's origins are unknown, she does not appear to have any malicious intent. And Rogge always felt that she had a very similar aura to Elesis, so he felt a sense of intimacy with her inexplicably.

"Adrenee! It turns out to be you. If you are willing to help, that would be great. But you don't just want to help me. Tell me, what are the conditions?" The fat man is not in a hurry. Busy and authentic.

Adelene smiled softly, and her graceful figure was on full display for a moment, but her face looked as plain as water no matter how you looked at it. She said: "Conditions? With your personality, even if you agree to my conditions, won't you regret it? It seems that you have never taken your promise seriously."

"I am only like this towards people who are hostile. Among my own people, I have always had a good reputation." The fat man said solemnly.

Adelene laughed and said: "Okay, I believe you have a good reputation. If we talk about conditions, then the help I give you this time can be exchanged for your goodwill in future cooperation."

"Okay!" Rogge agreed, but he was thinking in his heart how much the casualties of the elves would be reduced if Adelene joined.

Seeing that Rogge agreed immediately, Adelene did not expose the fat man's thoughts. She looked at the mountains opposite and said calmly: "The orcs can actually prepare for natural disasters. It just saves me a lot of trouble."

She danced her hands, weaving more than ten gestures in the air that dazzled Rogge, and a space gate was formed. After the magic light flashed, Milo stepped out of the space door. There was a new giant hammer in his hand, but it was obviously far inferior to the original one. He looked at Rogge coldly and said nothing.

At this moment, the sky suddenly dimmed. Rogge looked up and saw that there were still thin clouds in the sky, but if these thin clouds were like a layer of gauze, now they were just a layer of iron plate that was completely opaque. Moreover, the thick black with streaks of dark red blood in the clouds continued to spread, covering most of the sky in the blink of an eye.

It was completely dark.

Not long after, the dark sky seemed to be cracked, and streaks of blood-red light began to appear on it. Looking from bottom to top, if there is an extremely huge beast in the sky, its body is already huge enough to cover the entire sky. And those blood-red lines are the wounds on its body.

Cries began to fall from the sky.

In the blood-red lines in the sky, streams of thick dark red liquid actually flowed out, like tears and blood!

Finally, a drop of blood-like viscous liquid fell from the low-hanging strips on the skylight. With a snap, it fell to the open space between the orc army formation and the elven underground fortress, splashing into countless tiny drops of blood.

No one can tell whether this drop of blood falling from the sky actually exists, but everyone can see that the ground where it fell was quickly dyed into a deep black. This indescribably thick black is still spreading outward as if it is alive. In the center of this black area, dark red blood lines have faintly appeared.

But the orc frontline commander did not notice the strange sight between heaven and earth. He just stared at the deep entrance of the elven underground fortress with his eyes, and kept spraying white air from his nostrils. The parapet built by the elves has long been demolished by the orcs, revealing the entrance to the high and deep underground fortress behind it. In front of the orc commander, it seemed that the entire mountain peak of the underground fortress had turned into a ferocious beast, and the entrance to the underground fortress was the beast's wide-open mouth.

After the first batch of a thousand orcs entered the underground fortress, they disappeared into the darkness without any response. He sent a second team of thousands of orcs to respond, but this team of orcs also disappeared without a trace.

The orc frontline commander waited for a while and finally decided not to wait any longer. He raised the three-headed shackle in his hand high, roared, and stepped forward! Behind him, thousands of orc warriors trotted and began to rush towards the elven underground fortress!

The orc commander did not notice that he had stepped onto the black ground with blood streaks. He just suddenly felt a feeling of discomfort and weakness under his feet, of course mixed with a little nausea. However, these slight feelings are simply insignificant to the orcs who have always been physically strong.

But the orc commander heard the cries again, countless slender, weak, and heartbreaking cries. He immediately recognized that it was the cry of the elves. Ever since he stepped into the Green Sea, he had heard countless elves cry. But this time, the cries of the elves fell like a drizzle in the sky, lingering in his ears.

The orc commander suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger welling up from his heart! He roared up to the sky and rushed into the Elf Fortress. Behind him, thousands of orcs roared as well. Like a swarm of wild bees, they scrambled to squeeze into the elven underground fortress!

In the distance, the orc army's battle formation was still strict, but the eyes of the soldiers were gradually turning dark red. It became increasingly difficult for them to suppress the agitation in their hearts. Only under the command of the commander could they restrain themselves from rushing towards the elven fortress to kill them all.

On the mountain ridge, the mysterious figure raised his head to the sky, still chanting an extremely long spell. Around him, the blood of the elf girls had drawn a complete huge magic circle. They were already dead, but in the hands of this terrifying warlock, death was just the beginning.

On their naked backs, huge deformed hearts were beating wildly. The snow-white bodies seemed to be still suffering tremendous pain after death, twisting constantly. And they all raised their heads desperately, looking at the mysterious figure standing in the center of the magic circle, their empty eyes constantly shedding blood and tears, and they kept crying.

The mysterious figure slowly turned around and suddenly roared out the last note of the spell! A ray of blood-red light soared into the sky from his thin body, reaching into the sky!

The sky was completely dark, and the only thing that illuminated the whole world was the dark red blood light.

The earth was silent for a moment, and the only thing that echoed in the wind was the cries of the elf girls, which were amplified a thousand times!

And the orcs are excited! They roared into the sky involuntarily, their eyes completely filled with blood!

This is a natural disaster, a natural disaster triggered by the blood and souls of hundreds of elf girls!

Under the scope of natural disasters, all darkness, chaos, bloodthirsty and even undead powers will be increased, while light and holy powers will be suppressed, and all creatures belonging to the light and holy camp will continue to be affected by natural disasters The intrusion of the curse will continue to drain power and life!

The scope of the natural disaster was so vast that it enveloped the entire elven underground fortress. Although it also affects the discipline of the orcs, what the elves will suffer will be a weakening of strength and vitality, and the magic that the elves are good at will be greatly suppressed, but the curses and bloodthirsty that the orc shamans and priests are good at will be greatly suppressed. Magic will be enhanced.

On a battlefield where hundreds of thousands of warriors are fighting to the death, this will become a factor that determines the success or failure of the battle, not to mention that the elves are already at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.

The natural disasters activated with the blood of elves will also have special bonus effects on elves.

A drop of blood fell from the sky, fell on Rogge's face, and spattered a small blood flower. A thick tongue suddenly stretched out, rolled up the blood flower, and then put it back into his mouth.

"So... this is a natural disaster!" Fatty murmured after savoring it for a long time. He spat out a thick mist of blood and then lowered his head, his eyes turning blood red.

He clenched his fists, and the muscles on his arms were squirming crazily, as if there were countless strange and tiny creatures hidden under his skin.

The fat man looked at the orc warriors at the foot of the mountain who could no longer suppress the impulse in their chests and began to howl uncontrollably, and said calmly: "It's time to kill..."

Rogg suddenly tore off the clothes on his chest, raised his head to the sky, roared wildly, then took a big step, jumped down from the top of the mountain, and pounced on the densely packed orc warriors below!

An unusually tall werewolf suddenly felt something was wrong. He immediately raised his head and saw the fat man leaping in mid-air. He opened his huge mouth and wanted to call on the troll hunters to throw spears to kill the intruders in the sky.

At this moment, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the werewolf's extremely sensitive ears. Just when he was about to look around and find the source of the extremely clear sound of bow strings, he felt a flash of green light in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, the werewolf clearly felt that the wind with infinite curse power was passing through his brain! Why did the wind pass through his head?

The werewolf never gets another chance to find the answer to this question. He suddenly fell straight down, and a **** hole several centimeters in diameter appeared on his forehead.

At this time, the fat man had already landed in the crowd of orcs with his boundless power. The power of his leap from the peak was so fierce that the two orcs who unfortunately were at his feet were immediately trampled down, and their entire chests were crushed. The fat man's eyes were blood red, and his moves were like lightning. He snatched a giant curved ax from a werewolf's hand, and then hit the ax handle with his backhand, smashing his huge wolf head into pieces. The fat man smiled ferociously, wielded his giant ax, and dismembered several orc warriors around him in the blink of an eye.

A gust of fishy wind suddenly rushed toward Rogge from behind! A six-meter-long two-headed giant lizard knocked away several orc warriors and charged toward Rogge viciously.

The fat man snorted coldly, turned around, took a step forward, and instantly stood between the two heads of the giant lizard! When he raised his hand, there was a two-meter-long blade made of shadow on his fingertips.

The long blade is swung from bottom to top!

Rogg stood on the spot, pointing to the sky, but the long shadow blade disappeared at some point. The two-headed monitor lizard could not stop its momentum and rushed dozens of meters behind the fat man before stopping. As soon as it stood firm, it let out a mournful cry, its huge body split into two pieces, and slowly fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the astonishment of the orcs around him, the fat man quickly finished chanting a short spell. Then, all objects within ten meters around him were dyed with a faint layer of black, and there was always the ferocious look of demons in the air. The face appears, and as he moves, this barrier will follow him. Under the natural disaster, this layer of black is almost invisible, but any orcs who enter this area will be constantly harassed by various curses. In the blink of an eye, dozens of orcs are either confused or confused. Suffering from fear, more orcs were cursed with weakness, and their combat effectiveness plummeted.

The fat man raised his head, looked at the mysterious man on the mountain, and smiled evilly. The mysterious man was also looking at him, his yellow and green eyes full of anger, and even his body couldn't help but tremble under the anger. The fat man recognized the natural disaster, and the mysterious figure also recognized the magic that Rogge cast at this moment, the dark barrier. The dark enchantment will continuously attack the victims within its range with the power of darkness. Although the magic resistance of the orc warriors is good, they are extremely weak when resisting magic such as curses.

Under the natural disaster, all dark magic has been greatly strengthened.

Rogg raised his hand and pointed at the mysterious man, the blood in his eyes faded, silver light appeared, and he smiled and said: "You are mine!"

This ordinary sentence mysteriously spanned the distance of a thousand meters and sounded equally calmly in the mysterious man's ears, as if Rogge said it right next to him.

After saying this, the fat man suddenly reached out and grabbed a troll beside him. Under his brute force, all the bones in the troll's body were groaning, and he was forced to bend down by Roger, stretching his neck in front of the fat man. An invisible air blade cut across the troll's neck, and a large stream of blood was marked like an arrow! Rogge opened his mouth and swallowed several mouthfuls of the troll's blood, his eyes filled with blood again.

He is furious!

The fat man raised his head to the sky and let out a trombone sound. With a force of his hands, he actually tore the troll's head off from his body! Under his raging anger, the power of the dark enchantment increased exponentially.

Rogg's figure gradually became blurred, and his position became erratic. He slaughtered orcs of different races along the way and began to attack the hills!

"Those who have entered the realm of the gods must lose all mortal emotions; those who are about to become gods must first abandon all emotions and use this as the key to open the realm of gods." On the second page of the Book of Hero So said.

Roger knew that the quickest way to abandon all emotions is to first experience all kinds of extreme emotional changes.

Only by experiencing the world of mortals can we wash away all the glory.

At this moment, the orc commander who invaded the elven underground fortress finally came to the end of a long and wide corridor after crossing countless corridors and turning corners, and saw his first An enemy, a charming female magician. But his heart filled with anger could not appreciate this beauty, and he only wanted to tear the delicate body in front of him into pieces.

The sudden burst of beast roars echoed in the long corridor. The orc commander took the lead alone, followed by hundreds of elite orc warriors, roaring and rushing towards the beautiful female magician. The orc vanguard commander only saw the pair of green eyes, but not the rapidly expanding fire in front of her hands.

The next moment, indescribable magical flames filled the entire corridor! These magical flames are almost colorless and transparent, but the temperature is surprisingly high, and the aura contained within them is very unique, and they are not suppressed by natural disasters at all!

This is a flame from an alien plane, which can only be attracted by the magic gained through plane meditation.

When the orc vanguard commander ran ten meters in the flames, his armor was already red, his green skin began to scorch, and blisters bulged under the scorch. When he ran twenty meters away, he suddenly howled and sprayed a huge fireball from his mouth! He ran another ten meters before falling down and turning his whole body into a huge torch!

Except for him, none of the hundreds of orc warriors in the corridor could rush past the distance of 20 meters.

Froya's face turned pale for a moment, and she fell back weakly. A pair of delicate hands stretched out and supported her.

Mora smiled softly in Froya's ear and said: "The next step is my business, you go and rest. The goddess said, let me take good care of you!"

After saying that, Mora moved without moving and floated towards the corridor that was still burning with magic flames. There seemed to be a world of ice around her, and wherever she passed, the demonic flames immediately went out. Hundreds of well-armed elven warriors poured out from the corridors on both sides, crossed Mora, and killed the orc warriors on the opposite side! They were shining with a faint divine radiance. This light was faint and persistent. It seemed weak, but it was able to suppress the power of natural disasters!

Outside the underground fortress, the sound of a bowstring suddenly sounded again on the battlefield. Only this time, the sound of the strings lasted for a long time and did not echo among the peaks.

In response to this sound of strings, a beautiful green light lit up on the top of the mountain. That was the light of the Elf King's bow!

Xius's long hair was flying, and the Elf King's bow bloomed with dazzling light in his hands. And his right hand had turned into a phantom. In an instant, countless magic arrows poured down from the Elf King's bow, like a gorgeous meteor shower, piercing the darkness of the natural disaster and falling towards the blockage. Orc warriors on the corridor.

Large swaths of orcs fell silently, and each victim had a **** hole several minutes wide on his forehead! As if by a miracle, a clearing was suddenly cleared at the exit of the underground fortress. The next moment, countless elven warriors swarmed out of Mora, who was as if he had emerged from the dust.

Milo's eyes turned purple and he just stared at Hughes. He couldn't understand for a moment. Every time Hughes shot an arrow, he used a power close to the holy realm. However, he shot more than hundreds of arrows, and the power used in each arrow was exactly the same!

Adelene suddenly smiled and said to Milo: "Don't just look at it, we have to fulfill our contract! Before the natural disaster is over, hurry up and take action! The last time we cooperated was a hundred years ago Is that what happened before?"

The next moment, her figure appeared in the crowd of orcs as dense as ants. It's just that Adelene didn't cast any terrifying destructive magic. She reached forward with her right foot, slightly, and started dancing!

All the orc warriors within a few dozen meters of Adelene suddenly seemed to be going crazy, completely forgetting to kill the enemy, and instead followed her movements and danced one after another!

Adelene slowly walked between countless tall and ferocious orcs, dancing with unparalleled grace. It seemed that the world shrouded in natural disasters was also full of vitality because of her dancing!

It’s just that she doesn’t just dance. With the countless graceful gestures of her delicate hands, all kinds of strange and weird curses that have been fully strengthened by natural disasters are thrown at the surrounding orcs like a violent storm. go!

She danced swaying all the way in front, while Milo, who was surrounded by purple and black demonic ice flames, followed her gracefully, waving the giant hammer in his hand, knocking out everyone who was not following Adelene. The dancing orc warriors were smashed into pieces. This battle was really indescribably easy for him.

Those orcs who dance, this dance will never end until the end of their lives.

On the other side of the battlefield, it is another extreme. As soon as Mora waved her hand, countless powerful ice picks poured out, and the power of the spell she cast seemed to be completely unaffected by natural disasters. Occasionally, she would slightly open her lips and blow out a piece of ice breath containing endless chill! This ice breath affects a very wide range. Although the lethality is not very good, the movements of the orc warriors within the range of the ice breath will become extremely slow. Facing the extremely agile elf warriors, it can be said that they are helpless. At this moment, there are nearly 10,000 elf warriors following Mora!

This is not all the nightmares of the orcs, the sharp blades hidden in the darkness are truly deadly.

In the dark corners of the battlefield, there will always be a water-blue brilliance or a five-color halo flashing through. After each brilliance, many orc warriors will always fall down inexplicably.

The mysterious man on the mountain has turned from anger to rage, from rage to shock.

He really couldn't figure out why there were so many tyrannical beings among the elves who were already struggling. Moreover, the always pure elf would actually collude with a being with powerful dark power. This was absolutely beyond his imagination. The natural disaster that was originally used to deal with the elves has instead become a weapon in the hands of these powerful dark beings. What shocked him even more was that many elf mages actually began to cast curses during natural disasters, and each curse was both destructive and vicious, no less powerful than a dark mage!

It seems that these elf mages are not dark elves!

He suddenly felt that the world seemed to have become incomprehensible. Of course he didn't know that these were elf mages who had followed Rogge for a long time.

All he can do is to crazily activate the natural disaster circle and continuously bring curses to the heads of the elves. But every time he activated a curse, the extremely fierce beings on the other side would cast several times the curse on the orc warriors. The main point of the struggle between the two sides has been all focused on how to weaken the other side's warriors. However, although the power of the elves has been weakened by natural disasters, the extent of the weakening is surprisingly small. The orc warriors are different. Once they are cursed by natural disasters, their combat power will be reduced by at least half.

In this great showdown of curses, the loser turned out to be the orcs with the characteristics of chaos, bloodthirsty, and darkness, and they turned out to be the party that launched the natural disaster! If the mysterious man's curse is like a torrent, then the curse from the elves' counterattack is like a tsunami!

The earth suddenly trembled, and amid the rumbling and roaring sounds, dragon-like and demon-like orc war beasts known as the servants of the beast **** rushed into the valley, roaring towards the elves. But the black curtain in the sky suddenly tore open a big hole, and a large swath of sunlight poured down. Accompanying the sunshine were bursts of dragon roars. Two giant dragons came out of the sky and pounced on the orc war beasts one after another.

In the void, Wella sat on the Dragon Soul Battle Gun, watching the two sides risking their lives to fight, and suddenly felt very bored.

At this moment, the mysterious man is already independent from the center of the natural disaster array. Seeing that the battle situation was not going well, the orc generals around him had already rushed down the mountain and personally led the orcs to fight the elves. All the orc warriors who were close to the elves were greatly reduced in combat power. They could only rely on the accumulation of countless corpses to exchange for an elf's life.

The mysterious man cast another curse, and suddenly his heart moved. Where did the fat man who was the first to jump off the mountain and kill countless people go?

The answer came immediately.

A sharp blade made of shadow quietly passed through his neck.

"If you have the ability of Achilles, then I will admit it!" The fat man looked at the head rolling on the ground and sneered. Before the hundreds of troll warriors guarding him realized something was wrong and came to attack him, the fat man had already lifted up the mysterious man's head, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

The cracks in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, and large swaths of sunlight passed through the darkness and fell on the battlefield littered with corpses.

The natural disaster of losing the presiding mage is coming to an end.

"Is the natural disaster about to end?" All the powerful men on the Elf side looked up at the sky and thought to themselves.

The elves retreated into the underground fortress like a tide, and the strong men also fought back from the orcs. ~IndoMTL.com~ In the center of the battlefield, two giant dragons had torn the servant of the beast **** into pieces. They looked around, trying to find the next victim. Suddenly, they seemed to have received a call from somewhere, so they soared into the sky. .

The natural disaster ended, and the war also came to an end due to the active retreat of the elves.

The orcs who lost their leader were at a loss for a while, but they still numbered more than 100,000. Generally speaking, their power was much stronger than that of the elves. Therefore, they still chose to camp and block the exit of the elven underground fortress. Whether to fight or retreat would have to wait until the priests consulted with the high priest Ogenheile for instructions.

But that night, countless orc warriors suddenly became weak and developed high fevers. They suffered from vomiting and diarrhea and had no rest all night. By dawn, thousands of orc warriors died of the torture. The orc generals and priests were shocked and angry. They had no choice but to retreat to the central mountains first.

"Not enough killed!" In the underground fortress, Rogge said bitterly while inspecting the injured elves with Hughes. In any case, the loss of 150,000 elves in the Green Sea exceeded the limit of what he could tolerate.

"Why do you have to worry?" Hughes smiled and comforted Rogge: "These orcs will not die. There will definitely be quite a few orc warriors who have survived the disease. But the seeds are still in their bodies. They will bring the plague back to the Orc Empire for us."