Lord of Arcane

Chapter 1792

But it's a pity that even human mages who are proficient in magic duels may not be able to counter the spells of these premeditated elves, let alone the orcs whose understanding of magic is only at the level of primitive witchcraft.

The thundercloud storm did appear very quickly, and its power might be considerable, but if it couldn't hit the target, it would be all in vain.

……

Several golden elf mages immediately disappeared after casting spells, and began to fall downwards, and the next moment, the results of the spells they just cast began to appear——

I saw the top of the towering Spine of the World mountain range covered with ice and snow, as if it had been struck a few times by a pair of huge invisible hands, and pieces of finished ice and snow began to slide down.

At the beginning, there were only some slight rustling sounds, but the sound became louder as it went on, so that the roar was like a tide, almost no less than the thundercloud storm summoned by the orc shaman just now.

Even louder than that.

From the perspective of the orcs at the foot of the mountain, the mass of ice and snow fell, and the mountain trembled. Countless years of ice and snow fell, like a catastrophe.

After experiencing the shock at the beginning, countless orcs started to run south without hesitation. They were decisive and hated their parents for losing two legs.

However, in the tide of fleeing almost all the orc tribes, there are also some countercurrents. Before the snow and ice fell, more than 20 bright and shining totem halos lit up on the lower half of the mountain.

Originally, these big tribes lived on the mountain to show their status more, but now they are facing the sudden catastrophe, and the people below the mountain may be able to escape by luck, but it is almost impossible for those on the mountain to escape.

Even if a few powerful shamans escaped, without the support of the tribe, they could not escape the fate of being annexed or even destroyed in the end.

"Notify the patriarch, the blood sacrifice will begin immediately!"

An old great shaman walked out of the totem temple and issued the highest order. At this critical moment, only elders with both prestige and experience dared to make such a choice.

At the same time, more than 20 large tribes made the same decision almost in unison, and the identities of the decision makers were roughly the same.

The stone knife waved, and countless heads fell to the ground. At this moment, the spirit of the totem became extremely active. Before the blood gushed out from the neck, it controlled the blood to burst out of the body and spread to the totem pole.

Afterwards, a shaman ordered the tribal warriors to take out the corpses and replace them with another batch to continue the slaughter. Generally speaking, large orc tribes would keep a group of small tribes nearby for blood sacrifices.

But now, the natural disaster has come so suddenly, it is obviously too late to use all the people of the small tribe. At this moment, the only option is to let the bottom of the tribe "self" contribute.

Tribal shamans control totems, and totems create totem warriors. Totem warriors are stronger than ordinary warriors, and ordinary warriors are stronger than ordinary tribesmen.

When the shaman ordered blood sacrifices, he acted quickly from top to bottom. When the people of the small tribes who could be found temporarily were sacrificed by blood, their own sacrifices were quickly selected.

……

In mid-air, Easter and his party, who were hiding their figures, saw such a tragic scene, even though they no longer regarded the orcs as beings equal to themselves, they couldn't help feeling unbearable and sighed.

But at this time, under the cover of the thunder of ice and snow falling on the mountain, all the screams, wailing, cursing, and even sighing were inaudible.

"This time, at least two large totems must be destroyed to really hurt them. Get ready and wait until the final impact comes!"

Although he couldn't bear it, Istar knew that the orcs could not be completely wiped out by relying on the natural power alone, and the shaman had mastered the natural power to a certain extent.

Although the blood sacrifice will hurt these large tribes, at least most of the elite tribes can survive. In addition, the large totem halo that forms a line on the mountainside will also block the ice and snow falling on the mountain.

There are even more surviving small tribes below.

And even if there are not many survivors, as long as the totem is still there, the orcs will always be difficult to completely eradicate. In fact, Istar is not willing to completely eradicate the orcs for Ilfaran.

Not only can he not do it himself, but it is also very difficult for Ye Erlan where he is.

If there is only one country and one faction in the Northland, then the threat of orcs can be almost ignored, but there is not only one country in the Northland, and there is not only one faction within a country.

Who is willing to sacrifice for others for no reason, but he can't get the slightest benefit?

……

Soon, the roar intensified, reaching the point where the elves such as Ishtar had to cast spells for protection.

By this time, the accumulated ice and snow on the mountain were already in sight. Countless crazy orc warriors cut their palms with stone knives and smeared blood on their foreheads, hoping to obtain the renewal of the spirit of the totem in the coming collision of heaven and earth. The power of protection.

The shamans also focused all their attention, but not on controlling the totem, but on looking for possible attackers.

Before all this happened, there had been a horn call from the foot of the mountain, and it was suspected that the golden-skinned long ears from the south were attacking again, which was different from the usual attack frequency.

The shamans suspected that it might be the beginning of a decisive battle, so they did not dare to relax their vigilance at all.

But it's a pity that Istar and other elves came prepared this time, and the selection of targets is not unique. Before the catastrophe, even a wise shaman can hardly think carefully.

After a few roars, all the shamans sensed a message——

A totem spirit has fallen!
But at this time, the natural disasters did not allow them to think about it. Except for a few big shamans who dared to manipulate the wind and snow to check under the impact of massive ice and snow, the rest of the shamans could only care about their own tribe and ordered the tribe to continue to fight. blood sacrifice.

……

And on the other side.

Istar and his party were destroying two large totems, and killed several great shamans who were chasing them, and several elf mages who rarely saw blood, and now they had a bloodthirsty impulse.

"How about we destroy a few more totem poles?" an elf suggested.

At this moment, Istar was very clear-headed, knowing what his mission in this line of work was, and after casting a concentration spell, he calmly rejected the proposal just now:
"No need, we've done enough, any more is helping Ilfaran, and you don't want Ilfaran to wait too easily!"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot, so shall we leave now?"

"Not yet, there are too few clues, we must give these orcs more clear hints."

"Master Ista, what you said really spoke to my heart, hahaha!"

Afterwards, several elves acted separately, or left some accessories with certain unique characteristics left behind by the battle, or faced some shamans who were trying to investigate, and let out a few harsh words with their own identities.

About 5 minutes later, the ice and snow slid down to the foot of the mountain, and Istar and his party disappeared again.

It's just that after disappearing this time, they never appeared again.

(End of this chapter)