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"Do you crave power?"

Artes raised his head and looked at the tall figure shrouded in flames in front of him.

It is a shadow as strong as a mountain. Two pairs of thick horns extend upward from the monster's head to form a shape that resembles a crown. Behind it is a majestic black wing like a sky. With a scarlet light, it pierces through the haze, which is breathtaking.

Artes has become very weak.

Blood loss, hypothermia, non-healing wounds on his chest and abdomen, and long-term malnutrition made him look horribly pale now.

But I don't know why, an inexplicable force poured out from the bone marrow.

The will that burns like fire supported him to get up from the ground and stand in front of the shadow.

"Um!"

Artes nodded.

He noticed that there were other miners standing beside him, with a determined look on their faces.

"Hahaha, very good!" A vigorous laughter came from the shadow, "It's not bad, three hundred years have not worn away your pride, but you must think about it, a gift, a gift Discipline."

"You have accepted my gift now, then, in the future, you must follow my commandments."

"Of course!"

"As long as the aliens can be expelled, it's no big deal to sacrifice one's own life."

"We're fed up with the kind of life we ​​used to be."

Voices in twos and threes came from the team, and people said loudly.

Make a decision without hesitation.

"very good."

Garen raised his hand, and countless streams of light spilled from his fingertips, sinking into the bodies of those miners.

The Big Bone Mine is a rather harsh environment. There is no sunlight, sufficient nutrition, or even a good rest. The lives that survive in such an environment are tenacious enough. In other words, their vitality is stronger than ordinary people.

After obtaining the Radiance of Galen.

Artest felt like his blood was burning, and the severe pain almost made him faint in an instant.

But he understands.

This is a trial, if he can't survive it, then the only thing waiting for him is death.

He gritted his teeth, blood oozing from the gaps between his teeth, and the skin all over his body was as red as boiled prawns, but in the severe pain, Artest's life potential was also completely activated, and the long and narrow wounds on his body healed quickly. , the muscles expand in constant rhythm.

The whole process took more than half an hour.

When the ceremony was over, Artest fell to the ground limply, gasping for breath.

The first thing he felt was exhaustion.

Then, every second of the feeling of rebirth enveloped his every cell, and unparalleled vitality flowed from his veins, and he had never felt as strong as he is today in the past thirty years.

Looking up, the stalwart figure has disappeared.

Instead, it was a girl with long brown hair and gray-blue eyes.

She silently watched the new radiant race, the huge radiant beast lying beside the girl like a docile cat.

"Congratulations."

Cressia said softly, "You will be honored for your choice today."

"thanks."

Artes recovered well, but his lips were still a little dry.

He thanked him a little unnaturally. The girl in front of him looked slender and thin, but on the battlefield, he could easily smash a heavily armed super-heavy orc into meat sauce.

Therefore, standing in front of the dragon tooth soldier girl, Artest instinctively feared.

Fortunately, there were companions standing up from the ground next to him one after another, with the same joy and refreshment on his face.

Clacia clapped her hands, and behind her, the Cylons took out food and supplies from the warehouse and distributed them to the people who survived the disaster.

The things that have happened in the past two days are too much and too magnificent, even more colorful than the experience of Artest's half life. Even if things come to an end for a short time now, it is still difficult for Artest to recover from those experiences.

With a pale face, he took the food and water from the Cylon people and thanked him softly.

The slender girls responded with friendly smiles.

On the contrary, Artest was a little overwhelmed. He had never seen such a beautiful woman. After the food was distributed, he found a shady place to sit down.

Artes raised his head.

Look at the azure blue sky without a trace of dark clouds.

He just slapped himself with a slap. He clenched the food tightly, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his red eyes filled with tears.

"I'm still alive, it's great..."

...

"This is impossible!"

The high priest slammed the golden scepter on the ground and sternly refused the request of the orc prophet.

"Lord Cassiris, the reason you made such a decision is because you didn't witness the face of that monster with your own eyes." The orc priest's face was filled with fear, he waved his arms, collapsed, and retorted loudly. , "That monster, he is bigger than a mountain, and the fire sprayed from his mouth is enough to change the landscape. When he is angry, the night becomes as bright as the day. He is a natural disaster walking in the world, far beyond our ability to match."

"I understand what you're talking about."

The Orc High Priest Calixis has deep eyes, like an abyss.

He is tall, and his rough skin is simply covered with a long robe, and large muscles are exposed.

That well-developed muscle is enough to rank among the best among the beastman tribes full of monsters, and the exuberant vitality burns like a flame, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Restricted zone-level life is very powerful, yes. But a hundred years ago, when this land was still a swarm of insects, we did not fail to defeat the existence of the same level. In front of the ancient Star God, the restricted zone-level life was not enough. A fragile baby."

The old prophet looked up.

From his perspective, the high priest in front of him was like a stone statue, with no expression on his face.

Behind him stood two rows of orc warriors holding long swords, their eyes were sharp, and their bodies exuded the aura of keeping strangers away.

The Prophet was stunned by that invisible aura.

He stammered, "But more than a hundred years have passed since that war."

"Are you questioning the existence of the Star God?" High Priest Calixis' voice became cold.

"No, it's not."

Prophet Perun put his head on the floor and explained quickly, "I mean, we can end this war in a more secure way, let the beast go, and release our goodwill, In this way, the rest of the gods will not be disturbed by unnecessary wars."

"madness!"

The High Priest said, "Once a war begins, its end is no longer a matter of unilateral will."

"What's more, those outsiders are descendants of Terraria themselves. They came this time to retake their land. We only have the choice to fight to the death."

"Or, you are afraid, that beast made you lose all will to fight, so you chose to turn your back on the glory of God."

"I…"

Prophet Perron gritted his teeth, "I don't."

"Then, are you willing to accept the power of the Star God and show your fangs towards that beast."

Perun wanted to refuse, but the warriors behind the high priest had already set their sights on him. The cold and terrible pressure made him have no doubt that if he chose to refuse, a dozen spears would pierce him instantly. body of.

"I would."

"Very good." A smile appeared on the prophet's face, "Go back."

Peren's heart moved a little, but he quickly realized that the words were not meant to him. Because, after the great sacrifice was finished, the warriors behind them hid in the darkness and disappeared.

"Are you ready?"

Perron nodded and took a deep breath.

In the next instant, his face flushed, his facial features twisted and twitched, and his mouth seemed to be penetrated by invisible tentacles.

It was an indescribable experience, the surging force penetrated from the outside to the inside, squeezing the soul little by little to the edge of the body. The next moment, invisible steel needles seemed to be attacking from all directions, piercing through the skin, rolling and stirring in the body, from the brain to the internal organs, from the muscles to the bones.

"That's all you need - strength!"

The high priest said faintly, "At the same time, this is also a test."

The Prophet used the greatest will to endure, tearing his chest with both hands, a drowning sound came from his throat, a powerful force penetrated his body, and his blood vessels were stretched to the blue and black, and finally burst, Perron couldn't bear it. He let out a painful roar.

His old skin was tense, and then torn like a piece of tissue paper, peeling off from his body in chunks, revealing bluish-black muscles.

Like a suffocating fish, he curled up into a ball, knowing that his eyes had completely burst, and half of his face had been fooled by the whitish, mud-like tissue.

--he died.

"Perron failed."

The high priest stood up with a scepter and looked indifferently at the indistinguishable piece of minced flesh in front of him, he placed his hand above the flesh and blood, and levitated, "However, you have proved your piety, your sacrifice is meaningful."

The dark green psionic energy gathered under the palm of the high priest, like a rolling hurricane.

He withdrew his hand, the spiritual energy on his body was rapidly growing in a visible way, and at the same time, the rough skin of the high priest became smooth like a baby.

On the contrary.

It was the body of the Prophet Peron.

It felt like years had passed in less than half a minute.

It became rotten and decayed, and the foul-smelling corpse water flowed out from under the carrion, defiled the floor of the temple.

"Clean up this place."

The high priest said lightly, and soon a samurai came out of the shadows.

There was another golden-armored orc warrior in the appearance of a leader who came to the high priest and asked, half-kneeling, "What should I do with that beast, kill him?"

The high priest closed his eyes and thought for a while, "No need for now, just drive out the assassins sent by the alien races."

"clear."

The golden-armored orc responded with a loud voice, and then strode out of the temple.

...

It took two days to reorganize the participating troops.

Garen set off again.

He set off from the Big Bone Mine and aimed at Quinn, the central island of the Santorini archipelago.

The island is the largest in the archipelago, with fertile land, endless plains and superior waterways, and was the center of maritime trade in the Golden Age.

And now, it is the origin of the orcs.

If the message provided by Adam is not wrong.

Then, the most likely location for the Star God should be Quinn Island.

Orcs are not particularly difficult characters to deal with, but the star **** standing behind them can drive away the swarm king who was entrenched here in the past, which is obviously a very powerful character.

That's the real opponent.

However, what makes Garen feel strange is that.

Even when the orc tyrants were killed, the beasts were still stubbornly resisting.

Not only did they refuse to release Nero, but they also rudely drove the Dragon Fang soldiers out of the city who were negotiating. Fortunately, those orcs also followed some etiquette in terms of diplomacy, and did not choose to take action against the negotiators.

if not…

Garon rises into the sky, and the vast sea is dotted with islands.

This corresponds to the Storm Sea in the Warp.

However, the environment of Santorini Islands in the physical universe is quite good. Under a clear sky, the water is calm like a mirror. It is a pity that the sea shows an unhealthy gray-blue color. Most of the islands and reefs have lost their life.

Leisurely and leisurely, Garen's flying speed is not fast, and the huge figure is hidden in the sky above the clouds.

Avoiding a thundering cumulonimbus cloud, Garen reached his destination.

sink, dive.

During this process, Garen's stature was also shrinking, and finally he turned into a half-dragon and appeared outside the orc king's capital.

It was a tall city. From the details, it was still the kind of disorder that the orcs presented as a whole. Metals of various colors were stacked together to form fortifications, and there were colorful fortresses on the city walls.

But if you put it as a whole.

The city wall as high as 100 meters still gives people an indestructible visual impact.

Quinn Island is the largest island in the Santorini archipelago. Of course, there are also the most numerous orc tribes living here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ During the century-long war, artillery fire has repeatedly destroyed the city. Smelted until it became what it is today.

Moreover, after the orcs refused to negotiate under the pressure from the outside world, thousands of indigenous tribes, large and small, all gathered in the royal city, posing as if they would die in a decisive battle and would never give up.

And before Galleon arrives.

McNea has already stationed a large army in front of the Orc King City via the Inquisitor battleship.

The Radiant Legion, the Arthas Legion, and the liberated native slaves made the combined army even larger than it had just arrived.

As the two sides gather more and more strength.

The atmosphere around the royal city also became more and more depressing and tense, and with the arrival of Garen, this atmosphere was directly pushed to the peak.

at dusk.

The orcs took the initiative to attack the coalition forces. If nothing else, this war would be the final battle.