Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 811 The Battle Horn Sounded Directly

Both the Miral River and the Gulf have become thick ice sheets. Luskan, which originally only needed to defend on both sides, has now become enemies on all sides.

Hill looked at the city walls of Luskan again, and finally discovered that at the section where the Mirar River enters Luskan and where it enters the sea, there are two ice and snow walls, but a layer has been added to the outermost. stone.

Hill took a quick look at it just now, and was actually deceived.

It turned out that they had also considered the future.

When the spring blossoms and Luskan starts water transport again, the two city walls will probably melt into the sea.

In winter, it is also very easy to use ice to build such a city wall. Even if there are no undead, a high-level mage like Laila can easily build it.

Hill, who walked around Luskan again, felt that Luskan really didn't need to do anything else.

Then Purvi returned to floating in the clouds above the island where the Snow Palace was located.

The alien whale was extremely determined to stop at this place, he wanted to always be able to admire his beautiful figure below.

Hill, who was sitting on the terrace, looked up at the direction of the Spine of the World. The white mountains towered into the clouds. Although the part above the clouds was not covered with snow, it was frozen for thousands of miles.

Hill has a feeling...it won't be long.

It was hostility that rushed to the face, a madness that suffocated the natural consciousness. The half-orcs on the ridge of the world had no reason at all. They were specially manufactured weapons, and they had nothing but appetite and the desire to reproduce.

They are more like those monsters who lost their minds during Trasil's beast tide, but they will never regain their minds.

These poor creatures were originally created by the orc god Gruumsh to deal with the elves.

After the elves collapsed across the board, they lost their function and were abandoned on this desolate mountain, struggling to survive under the dragon's claws.

It's just because some real half-orcs who are violent and gloomy, the children of orcs and other races, can't find their own living space in the world... Orcs don't just hate elves, they hate humans too.

These half-orcs ended up on the Spine of the World.

The half-orcs' habit of obeying the strong made them quickly become the rulers of the tribes. Under their restraint, the half-orcs at the spine of the world finally had a little restraint.

But this also makes them more dangerous... When there is no food, all the tribes will gather together, choose a recognized king, and attack the mainland under his leadership.

For these half-orcs, either grab enough food, or die enough of their own kind.

If only a small number of half-orcs can't eat enough, generally speaking, they will choose to attack the Ten Towns in Icewind Dale... After all, they are weaker.

But winter came too early and too soon this year... More than half the orcs must be hungry.

They will definitely choose to go south... Last time, they succeeded.

The original place of the city of Aglaia was once a prosperous city-state, but it finally became a victim of the orcs.

Why did those undead die without resting their eyes? They all threw themselves into Baal's temple.It is because their corpses have become half-orc rations.

Seeing this kind of scene with my own eyes, I can't blame them for their last madness of wanting to revenge the world.

It's a pity that Barr is not a good thing either. The end result of putting their souls into that temple is to become the fuel for the other party's resurrection.

However, the obsession with wanting to make the Northland uneasy and make Neverwinter regret letting the orcs in, this kind of obsession is well done.

Neverwinter's status as one of the best cities in the Northland to its present half-dead appearance has a lot to do with the damage caused by the Undead Swamp to passing caravans.

No longer thinking about the sorrows of the past, Hill stared coldly at the mountains under the clouds. The heavy snow falling from the clouds could not block his sight...those dirty gray heads would pop out occasionally.

Orcs were already watching Luskan.

Hill returned to the Magic Tower and asked Liszt to inform Ruth of the changes on the Spine of the World, and asked her to inform the Time and Space Artifact first, and then tell them after Leila and the others finished watching the excitement, that they can start working, and they have to go to work. Stand in the defensive position and get ready.

Whether it is Hill or the undead, they are not very suitable for Toril's rough fighting style. At any rate, they have to arrange the defensive shifts in turn and ensure the smooth handover.

If any problems arise, how to make up for them must be prepared in advance.

No shifts, no rest, months of fighting all depended on a certain powerful hero with his own willpower to fight this kind of thing. Hill absolutely didn't want it to happen in his own city.

Heroes... should only exist in the battle between the weak and the strong. The battle of the strong requires order.

Hill took out his magic book and told Liszt to notify him after he opened it, and he quickly immersed himself in the copying of the magic book.

He knew himself very well, and after the fight, he would definitely not be able to resist going out to watch... um... the intensity of the battle was definitely not what Fran asked him to be, and he would just stay in the study and copy books for nothing serious.

So take the time to copy a few more copies, and go back to do business.

Hill's sleepless days of burying himself in his books lasted only three days before he was interrupted by the sound of a horn: it was the signal for the start of the war.

Liszt suddenly appeared: "Sir, the orcs have gone down the mountain. The sentry said that they have divided part of them to the east, and they should go to the dwarf city of Mirabar."

Going to enjoy the friction of the dragon?That city is firmly under the claws of a gem dragon!The battered weapons of the goblins could not hurt the dragon's scales.

And Mirabar is an underground city... Orcs and dwarves are playing lane battles... It's really an initiative to give the dwarves their heads to practice hammers.

Hill thought for a while before saying, "Send Mirabar a warning signal to express our kindness, and tell Laila that you don't need to ask me for similar things. As long as it doesn't hurt my interests, she can choose to be kind to others."

"Yes, sir." Liszt quickly went to contact Ruth.

Hill looked at the magic book in his hand, lowered his head silently, and decided to finish copying the last dozen or so pages.

It was rare to suppress my curiosity, and by the time Hill sat on the terrace, the battle had officially begun.

About the height of a human, but looks stronger.The sloping foreheads, protruding jaws, and rough, scarred skin of boar-tusked goblins suggested where their blood came from.

However, except for the taller and stronger half-orcs standing at the end with strange patterns painted on their bodies, the other ones who had already started to charge towards the city wall had only the desire to kill in their cloudy eyes.

One can tell at a glance that they are not normal people... Half-orcs just have low IQ, not no IQ at all.

The battle scene was intense, but Hill couldn't help but sullen his face.

Those real half-orcs had always taken the lead in the charge before. After all, finding out the loopholes in the city wall and making use of them in time was not something that half-orcs who were insane could do.

Opportunities in war are always fleeting.

Not to mention that for Gruumsh, the lord god of orcs, only warriors who fight bravely and are fearless of death are worthy of him bringing them into the dream land of orcs - the land of orcs.

The orcs or half-orcs who arrived there would no longer face the danger of death and hunger, as long as they fought every day, they would be resurrected with full blood at night, and if they were good enough, they would be rewarded with divine power from Gruumsh.

This time they chose to stand outside the mage's range as much as possible, and did not intend to participate in the battle at all.

Now there are no gods who can send messages...including Gruumsh, and it is impossible for him to send any message to the orcs.

The battle of the undead on Luskan's side ended very quickly, and it was even more impossible for the half-orcs to see much.

But these half-orcs clearly knew where the magic distance limit of the undead was, and they had no chance at all in the early stage.

Hill couldn't help but stand up and observe carefully. With such an accurate judgment, there must be a mage who will make a move, and the level will definitely not be low.

"Liszt." Hill called out to his tower spirit faintly, "Inform Laila and the undead that there is a mage on the opposite side to help."

"Isn't it White Dragon?" Liszt asked hesitantly.

At the beginning, they thought that if the half-orcs really attacked, the biggest possibility would be to cooperate with the white dragon on the mountain range.

Only they, when they are hungry, may not be able to beat the orc tribe.

Hill's anger was not strong. There are people who rape this kind of thing in any world, let alone Toril, where there are a lot of things that are not human.

Hill intends to take a closer look. It is impossible for Bailong not to participate... unless they want to cheat their stomachs by eating the winter's ice and snow.

"No..." There was no such ugly head of Bai Long.

Is it because of those mages?Although Bailong is stupid, his senses are quite keen.

It can only show that those white dragons feel that starving to death is better than cooperating with half-orcs.

Hill hesitated for a while, but the first enemy he thought of was indeed Bane's necromancer followers...

Only they can survive in the thirty-foot freezing environment of the Spine of the World.

Hill was silent for a few seconds, wondering if he should sympathize with Bane. Although his largest church on the mainland, Zhentarim, had been destroyed, there were still many other small churches.

It's just... It's just a temporary slumber. Compared with other gods who can already give some hints to the believers, there must be no reaction from him.

But the necromancer under him, in this situation, the first reaction was to seek refuge with the half-orcs?

Those guys really needed the help of someone with an IQ... and the necromancer couldn't arouse the appetite of those brainless half-orcs, so he was indeed a good partner.

But from being a high-ranking ruler directly down to the level of ruthless and blood-drinking... When Ben wakes up, will he still accept these believers who are mixed with half-orcs?
(End of this chapter)