Game of the World Tree Chapter 242: Summon Altar
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The players of Black Dragon Castle did not wait long.
In fact, four or five hours after the first round of the Orcs' attack, players noticed that the Orcs' camp was beginning to move again.
But this time, the entire orc camp was mobilized, and nearly 30,000 troops came out in full force...
The endless orc army began to surround the other side of the Black Dragon Castle along the hillside, gradually completing the encirclement.
However, although the city was besieged, the players in the Black Dragon Castle were not worried because of the existence of the teleportation circle.
On the contrary, they looked at the dark orcs with expressions full of expectation:
"Is the second attack finally about to begin?"
"Good guys! This time everyone has gathered around. Is the decisive battle about to begin?"
“I’ve been on the phone for a few more hours, I’m so anxious.”
"Hahaha! Be content! The players who set up the ambush are still squatting in the Elf Forest and Dark Mountains."
"Pfft...how long are they going to stay there? Aren't they going to spawn monsters?"
"I don't know, it seems they have received a separate mission. They may wait until the decisive battle between us and the orcs is inextricable before they come out to make a surprise attack."
"Holy shit! Are they responsible for harvesting? This is not possible. We have to work hard and kill more orcs attacking the city in a while!"
"Pfft... I've been lying in wait all day, so I have to drink some soup, right?"
"You don't understand this. We fought for so long in the morning, and more than a thousand Orcs died. Those ambushing players all rode Warcraft, and they chased the Orcs. I guess they will be able to catch one at a time. The first time we fought against mercenaries, more than 200 European emperors with crypt spiders became rich!"
"Holy shit! Is it real or fake?"
"Why are you lying to me?"
On the city wall, the players looked at the orcs moving like an endless ant colony and talked lively, as if they were not the ones being besieged.
At this moment, there is a different scene in the orc army...
In the main camp of the orcs, one large, two small and three tall altars were erected.
The altar is painted with complex and mysterious patterns, intertwined into a symbol composed of a curved bow and snowflakes.
Thirty-six Orc priests, led by three Silver Priests, are following the Orc High Priest, and they are constantly bowing to the altar.
Their faces were painted with oil paint and their expressions were fanatical...
The half-orc high priest, holding an ancient book of winter and hunting, prayed devoutly:
"Father God Ural, we worship you!"
"Father God Uriel, all glory belongs to you!"
"You are the master of hunting, you are the master of winter, you are the only heavenly father of the orcs..."
"We are originally the dust of the world, but you have given us great power. We are originally sinners in the world, but it is you who have never left us, so that we have received your grace..."
"Please wash us with your faith and drive away the hesitation in our hearts; please let your light shine on us and give us endless strength..."
Her voice is majestic and sacred.
After the expansion of divine magic, pious prayers almost echoed throughout the entire orc camp.
And all the orcs who heard the prayer could not help but kneel down and began to pray word by word along with the words of the high priest...
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding orc army knelt down and worshiped.
They were mumbling to themselves, some looked frightened, some looked pious, some looked fanatical, some looked confused...
Varies.
And as the orcs prayed, the three altars suddenly began to bloom with radiance!
It is already past noon, and the afternoon sunlight brings a touch of warmth to the bleak late autumn.
However, this trace of warmth was quickly blown away by a gust of cold wind...
"A sneeze!"
On the wall of Black Dragon Castle, a player who had not adjusted the temperature suddenly sneezed.
"Why do I feel a little cold suddenly?"
He tightened the armor on his body, shivered involuntarily, and then turned off his temperature sensing.
"You're right, it's getting colder..."
Another player rubbed his red nose and interjected.
"Look! Heaven! South!"
Suddenly, an exclamation came from the city wall, and a player pointed to the southern sky and shouted in surprise.
For a moment, everyone looked in the direction he pointed...
In the sky, I don’t know when, dark clouds appeared.
These dark clouds continue to gather in the direction of the main camp of the orc army in the south...
At this moment, the sky in the south has turned into a rolling sea of clouds, densely packed and dense...
Not only that, the dense clouds are still expanding and rolling...
The temperature continues to drop...
"This is...the dark cloud formed by the condensed magic power spread in the air!"
Feeling the terrifying energy in the dark clouds, the pupils of Nature Saint Alice shrank slightly.
"Dark clouds made of magic power?"
"I'll go...how much magic does this have!"
The players were shocked.
Under the clouds, in the central camp of the orcs.
There are three silver-gray lights that are shining continuously.
As the light shines, the clouds in the sky roll more fiercely, and the surrounding temperature seems to be lower...
For a time, the players on the city wall were attracted by the flickering light.
"What is that?"
"Let me use [Eagle Eye] to see...huh? It seems to be an altar!"
A shooter player said in surprise.
"Altar? What are the orcs doing?"
Just when the players were confused, suddenly, little crystals floated down from the sky...
"It's...snowing?"
The players looked at each other.
And just as the snowflakes were falling, a sacred and majestic power suddenly burst out from the orc camp!
Three shimmering altars burst into silver holy light and soared into the sky.
The holy light stirs up the dark clouds in the sky, and the dark clouds continue to rotate, attracted by the holy light. The two intertwine and rotate, like two tornadoes composed of dark clouds and ice and snow.
The "tornado" rotated to the extreme...and then suddenly began to be absorbed by the three altars.
Dark clouds, ice and snow, accompanied by strong winds, crazily poured into the altar...
For a time, the three altars seemed to transform into three bottomless pits with infinite suction.
In just a few seconds, the originally dense dark clouds were absorbed by the altar, and the entire sky turned blue again, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion...
However, this calm only lasted less than a few seconds.
After absorbing the clouds composed of magic power, the three altars suddenly burst into bright light again, and then three silver-gray light pillars rose up.
The three silver-gray light pillars intertwined with each other and finally turned into a silver-gray light door!
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I have a cold, I’m short today, sorry.