Game of the World Tree

The players of Black Dragon Castle didn't wait too long.

In fact, four or five hours after the first round of the Orc attack, players noticed that the Orc camp was starting to move again.

And this time, the entire half-orc camp was mobilized, and nearly 30,000 troops came out in full force...

The boundless half-orc army began to flank along the hillside to the other side of the Black Dragon Castle, and gradually completed the encirclement.

However, although the city was besieged, there was a teleportation circle, and the players in the Black Dragon Castle were not worried.

On the contrary, they looked at the black orcs with anticipation in their expressions:

"Are you finally going to start the second attack?"

"Good guy! This time everyone is surrounded, is it about to start a decisive battle?"

"Hang the phone for a few more hours, and it's killing me."

"Hahaha! Be content! The group of players who were in ambush are still squatting in the Elf Forest and the Dark Mountains."

"Pfft... how long are they going to squat? Aren't they coming to farm monsters?"

"I don't know, it seems that they have a separate mission, maybe they will come out to raid when we and the orcs are in a decisive battle."

"Fuck! Are they in charge of harvesting? That's not good. We'll have to work hard in a while to kill more orcs attacking the city!"

"Pfft... People have been in ambush for a day, so we must drink some soup, right?"

"You don't understand this. We fought for so long this morning, and more than a thousand orcs died. Those players in ambush were riding monsters, chasing and killing the orcs, and it is estimated that they would be a good match. The last time they were hired When he was a soldier, more than 200 emperors with crypt spiders all made a fortune!"

"Fuck! Really fake?"

"Why lie to you?"

On the city wall, the players looked at the orcs moving like an endless ant colony, and chatted lively, as if they were not the besieged city.

But at this moment, there is another scene in the army of half-orcs...

In the main camp of the Orcs, three tall altars were erected.

The altar is painted with intricate and mysterious patterns, intertwined into a symbol composed of curved bows and snowflakes.

Thirty-six orc priests, led by the three silver priests, were following the high priest of the orcs and kept bowing to the altar.

Their faces are painted with oil, and their expressions are frenzied...

And the orc high priest, holding an ancient book of winter and hunting, prayed devoutly:

"Father Urel, we worship you!"

"Father Uller, all the glory belongs to you!"

"You are the master of hunting, you are the master of winter, you are the only heavenly father of the goblins..."

"We were the dust of the world, it was you who gave us great power, we were sinners in the world, it was you who never gave up and let us receive your grace..."

"Please purify us with your faith and expel our inner hesitation; please shine on us with your splendor and give us endless strength..."

Her voice is majestic and sacred.

After the expansion of divine arts, the sound of devout prayers resounded almost throughout the half-orc camp.

And all the orcs who heard the prayer couldn't help kneeling down and began to pray word by word following the words of the high priest...

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding half-orc army knelt down and worshipped.

They muttered to themselves, some looked terrified, some looked pious, some looked frantic, and some looked dazed...

vary.

And with the prayers of the orcs, the three altars suddenly began to bloom with radiance!

It was long past noon, and the afternoon sunlight made the bleak Muqiu feel a little warmer.

However, this trace of warmth was quickly blown away by a gust of cold wind...

"Ah!"

On the wall of the Black Dragon Castle, a player who had not adjusted the temperature suddenly sneezed.

"Why do I feel a little cold all of a sudden?"

He tightened the armor on his body, shivered involuntarily, and then turned off his temperature sensing.

"You're not wrong, it's really getting cold..."

Another player rubbed his red nose and interjected.

"Look! Heaven! South!"

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the city wall, and I saw a player pointing to the south sky and shouting in surprise.

For a time, everyone looked in the direction he pointed...

In the sky, I don't know when, there are clouds floating in the sky.

These dark clouds continue to converge towards the main direction of the southern half-orc army...

At this moment, the sky in the south has become a tumbling sea of ​​clouds, and the clouds are pressing together, densely covered in clusters...

Not only that, the dense cloud is still expanding, and keeps rolling...

The temperature keeps dropping...

"This is... a dark cloud formed by the condensation of magic power scattered in the air!"

Feeling the terrifying energy in the dark cloud, the pupils of the natural saint Alice shrank slightly.

"A dark cloud of magic power?"

"I'm going... how much magic does this have!"

The players were taken aback.

Beneath the cloud, on the central camp of the Orcs.

There are three silver-gray rays of light that are constantly shining.

And as the light shone, the dark clouds in the sky rolled even more, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be lower...

For a time, the players on the city wall were attracted by the flickering light.

"what is that?"

"Let me use [Hawkeye] to see... eh? It seems to be an altar!"

Some shooter players said in surprise.

"Altar? What the hell are the orcs doing?"

And just when the players were puzzled, suddenly, little crystals floated down from the sky...

"It's... is it snowing?"

The players looked at each other.

And just as the snowflakes fell, a sacred and majestic force suddenly erupted from the orc camp!

The three shimmering altars burst into the sky with silver holy light.

The holy light stirred the dark clouds in the sky, and the dark clouds kept spinning, attracted by the holy light, and the two intertwined and rotated, like two tornadoes composed of dark clouds and ice and snow.

The "tornado" spun to the extreme... and then suddenly began to be absorbed by the three altars.

The dark clouds, ice and snow, accompanied by the strong wind, madly poured into the altar...

For a time, the three altars seemed to be transformed into three bottomless pits with infinite suction.

In just a few seconds, the originally dense dark clouds were completely absorbed by the altar, and the entire sky became as blue as wash, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion...

However, this calm only lasted for less than a few seconds.

After absorbing the dark cloud composed of magic power, the three altars suddenly burst into bright light again, and then three silver-gray beams of light rose up.

And the three silver-gray beams of light intertwined with each other, and finally turned into a silver-gray door of light!

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Cold, today is relatively short, sorry.