A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Welcome back, Your Majesty."

At the Imperial Council in the Palace of Kalin Port, the political center of the West Coast Empire, Prime Minister Xiaode Tarovin took the lead in standing up and bowing to the emperor sitting on the throne.

Although he is to some extent second to none and even considered to be able to exercise the highest decision-making power on behalf of the emperor himself, he always maintains a humble style without any expansion.

The reason is very simple.

This smart man who took the initiative to surrender to Shane VII and assisted him in successfully restoring the country knew very well that he was not the master of power, but just an agent.

There is only one real master of power, and that is the emperor of the empire sitting on the throne-Zuo Si.

Only with clear authorization can he have the current power and status.

But these things are like castles in the air without any foundation. If they can be granted, they can naturally be taken back.

The underlying logic behind it is also very simple.

It is not that you become a prime minister after you have power, but that you have power after you become a prime minister.

The most obvious example is that the reason why Xiaode Tarovin can command those important officials of the empire is entirely because he exercises power within the framework set by the emperor.

But once he tries to jump out of the framework, all the important officials will unite to oppose or even sideline him.

Not to mention the imperial guards who only obey the orders of the emperor himself and cannot be commanded even by the queen.

Finally, coupled with the terrifying personal strength represented by Zuo Si's series of titles such as the Lord of Hell, the Planeswalker, and the Divine Power, only those who are impatient with life will think that they can fight against it with just a little secular power.

"Nothing big happened during my absence, right?"

Zuo Si smiled and swept across these officials he promoted himself. From head to toe, he gave people a very easy-going feeling, without any majesty and momentum as an emperor.

Because only mortal monarchs rely on majesty, reputation, etiquette and other things to consolidate their status and power, and he no longer needs them.

Xiaode Tarovin responded without hesitation: "According to the latest news from the intelligence network, about a month ago, a chief of the Red Robe Mages was assassinated. The atmosphere in Sel suddenly became tense, and a full-scale civil war could break out at any time."

"Oh? Did Sazastan finally hold back and start to take action?"

Zuo Si's eyes lit up slightly and showed an interested expression.

After all, this is one of the most important parts of the historical process of the continent of Faerun.

It means that the Red Robe Mages have changed from the original parliamentary system to a dictatorship.

In addition, it also means that the influence of the God of Tyranny Bane in the material world has greatly increased.

"Sorry, it is not known about this for the time being.

But what is certain is that the other chiefs immediately returned to their nests and began to form alliances privately after nominating new successors.

At the same time, the governors of various provinces are also secretly recruiting troops and accumulating strength.

Even the Red Robe Mages and their merchant groups and mercenaries active in the empire have returned one after another."

Xiaode Tarovin shook out all the information he had.

Because he knew very well that the emperor he was loyal to had several unknown secret channels in addition to the empire's open intelligence network.

For example, the Zhentarim, the spy organization led by the demon elf assassin-Feid and the elite of the original Shadow Thieves Guild, and the ubiquitous infiltration of the Arcane Mystic Society.

In addition, some merchants in the West Coast Empire would also secretly undertake some functions of collecting external information.

Most importantly, Xiaode Tarovin knew that the Lord of the Symbol had already been taken in by Zuo Si.

So Lagong, who was next to Sazastan at the moment, was fully capable of telling his master what happened inside the Red Robe Mage.

"Besides that? Is there anything interesting or noteworthy?"

Zuo Si continued to ask, tapping the armrest of the throne with his fingers.

"Then there is the news from the Moon Sea. The rapidly rising orc tribes in the Rongma Grassland are expanding at a very fast speed. According to the reports of merchants who have been there, the number of orcs gathered has reached more than 200,000."

While saying this, Xiaode Tarovin raised his head and carefully glanced at the emperor's reaction.

He obviously didn't know the plan against the orc gods, nor did he know that Thrall was a pawn from beginning to end. He only knew that this orc was the only lucky one who offended Zuo Si and could get away with it.

"Two hundred thousand? Are there so many orcs in the Rongma Grassland?"

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He originally thought that it would take at least a few years for Thrall to develop before some orcs could be pulled out of barbarism and chaos, but now it seems that this process is much faster than expected.

After all, no matter what you do, the hardest part is always from zero to one.

Once the foundation is laid, the rest is snowball-like expansion and development.

In addition, the characteristics of the orcs being soldiers for all people, except for women and children, the rest of the male members are qualified warriors.

A population of 200,000 can at least raise an army of about 30,000 to 50,000.

This is already a very terrifying force in the relatively small-scale battle of Faerun.

As the overlord of the Moon Sea region, Zhentil Castle can only raise a professional army of about 5,000 to 8,000 people at a time.

Shaud Tarovin explained with a serious expression: "There are indeed not so many orcs in the Rongma Grassland, but there are many small tribes of hundreds of people in the Land of Pain further north and on both sides of the Perauville River.

Similarly, the Galena Mountains have always been one of the areas where orcs are most active.

So as long as you have the strength, it is not difficult to gather 200,000 orcs in a short period of time.

The real difficulty is how to feed so many mouths and ensure that those energetic and ambitious guys will not stand up to challenge the current chief.

In addition, in addition to orcs, this chief has also incorporated a large number of barbarians, nomads, goblins, dog-headed people and other races.

Some people even began to call him king or Khan.

You know, in the north, an orc chief with thousands or even tens of thousands of people can already be called king."

"Interesting. So it must be very lively there now?"

Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised, as if he had seen Fuzol Chamberray's anxious and furious look.

After all, the area around the Moon Sea has always been regarded as the backyard of this "tyrant". Even after Bane's death, he did not succumb to the crazy suppression and coercion of Xirik.

It is conceivable how uncomfortable he would be when he found that such a powerful force suddenly emerged in the Rongma Grassland.

And as a voter, this guy should be very clear about what Thrall's behavior of eliminating the belief in the orc gods means.

"It's more than lively, it's simply a huge gunpowder barrel. It only takes a little spark to explode immediately. It's hard to say whether Zhentil Castle can maintain control over the area around the Moon Sea at that time."

Vera's tone was naked and undisguised gloating.

As the controller of the empire's financial power, the biggest difference between her and Prime Minister Xiaode Taroven is that she is younger and more enterprising, and believes that the powerful West Coast Empire should not stop here.

Although Zuo Si has repeatedly made it clear that he will not continue to expand his territory as long as the North is in his pocket,

But there are still some people who think that they can use a series of means to establish vassal states that are politically and economically dependent on the empire, just like supporting Cormier and Sembia, or even let the emperor himself "work hard" to get a few more princesses, and then send the offspring born to the throne.

At that time, the empire can rely on this connection established by blood to bring the entire Faerun continent under its control.

However, Vera obviously doesn't know that the emperor's offspring are not easy to deal with.

At present, except for the dark prince Greya who is still obedient and sensible, the others are more difficult to deal with.

Especially after getting rid of her childhood and growing up, little Annie's personality has become more and more unpredictable, and she has also shown a rebellious tendency similar to that of mortals in adolescence.

If Vera's idea is really followed, all the countries and regions of the entire Faerun continent are replaced by Zuo Si's offspring, there will only be one result-war.

These little things who are born with divine power don't care about the life and death of mortals at all, but regard them as tools and consumables in their hands to compete with other brothers and sisters.

Maybe in the end, the gods and even the god above gods, Io, will intervene.

This is not what Zuo Si wants.

Seeing the ambition in the eyes of the woman who is the finance minister and the next prime minister, Zuo Si smiled and warned: "Don't touch the Rongma grassland, and don't try to control the area around the Moon Sea, because you are not qualified to participate in this game."

"Not qualified?!"

Vera suddenly grasped a key word.

After all, she is a genius with extremely high political sensitivity. She can hear the meaning behind this sentence, that is, "mortals are not qualified to participate."

Not only her, but also this group of imperial officials realized something instantly. Some began to lower their heads and think, while others exchanged glances with others.

But Zuo Si obviously did not intend to explain, but pretended to perform his duties as an emperor, symbolically handling some decision-making affairs and then turned away, leaving a group of important officials to discuss privately what the events on the Rongma grassland meant and whether it would affect the recent hot trade activities in the region.

You should know that in the process of Thrall's crazy expansion and development, whether it is steel and weapons and equipment, or daily necessities including food, they basically placed orders directly with merchants in the West Coast Empire, and then waited for large airships to directly transport them.

As for why they didn't buy locally...

On the one hand, the Empire's products are cheaper and of better quality under the blessing of a powerful magic industry;

On the other hand, the surrounding areas of the Moon Sea are controlled by Zhentil Castle. After Fuzor Chambery noticed the problem, he directly cut off land trade.

So this is why Vera, as the Minister of Finance, wants to intervene.

She doesn't want to lose such a high-quality big customer who can also cause trouble for potential enemies.

And by integrating regional resources, Thrall now has a lot of funds that can be diverted.

Not only can the livestock, fur, dried meat, minerals, etc. that were originally produced in the Rongma Grassland be used to pay off debts, but also those captives who refuse to surrender can be packaged and sold to the slave merchants of Thrall, and then the necromancy magic services provided by the other party can be hired to transform a large number of dead bodies into low-level undead and send them to mine or engage in agricultural production in the mines.

This not only liberates a large number of young and middle-aged laborers, allowing more young and middle-aged people to receive military training, but also continuously creates more wealth to achieve sustainable development.

Facts have proved that in the land of Faerun, which is full of magical power, as long as you are willing to abandon morality and kindness to pursue the ultimate interests, any place can rise quickly.

In particular, the low-level necromancy magic that can turn corpses into "perpetual motion machines" can allow people in this world to directly skip the industrial revolution, electrical revolution and information age and directly enter the "humanoid machinery" era.

Because in addition to low IQ and unable to do overly complex work, skeletons and zombies can perfectly perform all forms of physical labor, and can even replace large livestock that need to consume food to feed.

Often, you only need to spend a few hundred or even two thousand three gold coins to buy a mass-produced "control bracelet" newly developed by the West Coast Empire, which can easily control hundreds of low-level undead creatures without intelligence to work around the clock.

This is much more useful than slaves, and there is no need to bear too much condemnation from public opinion and morality.

In some areas, there are also situations where unrotten corpses are more expensive than living slaves.

After all, corpses awakened by necromancy can be used in countries that prohibit slavery, while slaves can only be bought and sold in countries that allow slavery.

In the extremely dangerous mining industry that could collapse at any time, there is no more cost-effective alternative than undead creatures, except for the goblins and werewolves that Zuo Si had created in his own wizard tower.

If they are often maintained in places with relatively sufficient negative energy, some skeletons and zombies can even serve a family for hundreds or even thousands of years.

This is much better than feeding a group of slaves who need to eat, drink, defecate, and may get sick.

If they encounter monster attacks, undead creatures can be pulled out immediately and used as cannon fodder. There is no need to worry that they will run away or even betray because of fear like living soldiers. It is simply killing two birds with one stone.

Some black-hearted mine owners will even pack up the slaves and go to the red robe wizards directly after buying them, and pay them to help transform them into undead and then bring them back to their mines.

Through this inhumane and extreme cost-compression competition, there are no living people in the mines in many areas of the continent of Faerun.

To be precise, all the mining areas that use living people to mine have been ruthlessly defeated by the mining areas that use the undead or more advanced machinery and magic technology, and they have no competitiveness in terms of output or price.

Another very traditional and ancient industry has also been revived - tomb robbing.

However, this time, the tomb robbers' goal is no longer limited to patronizing the tombs of nobles with a large number of valuable burial objects, but they are more inclined to take the route of large quantities and full, stealing the complete corpses of ordinary people and selling them on the black market.

Often dozens of corpses can be dug up in one night, and occasionally there will be fights between tomb robbing gangs for the ownership of a certain cemetery.

It has truly realized "becoming bigger and stronger and creating glory again".

Although the church of the god of death Kelanwo hates this behavior of disturbing the sleep of the dead, it has been organizing people to crack down on it.

However, it has little effect in the face of huge interests.

Some regional lords simply collected the "death tax".

No matter what the reason for the death, if the family wants to bury the person, they must pay a sum of money, otherwise they must hand over the body to the lord.

The lord will be responsible for cooperating with local mages or red robe mages.

It can be said that this thing has formed a huge and complete industrial chain and interest group, which cannot be stopped by just a few god churches.

Moreover, as many gods oppose the large-scale use of undead as there are gods who support it.

The mortals living in the material world have the final say.

Judging from the current situation, unless a large-scale low-level undead creatures go out of control and kill people, this group of people who have tasted the sweetness will not give up the benefits they have obtained.

Of course, these changes in concepts are exactly what Zuo Si wants to see.

At this moment, he has just completed a long-awaited reunion with his nominal wife and the empress of the empire. He is lying on the bed with his upper body naked, flipping through the information just sent by the "Viper" maids.

"What are you looking at?"

Aisha, who was exhausted in excitement and joy, tried to keep herself from falling asleep, and struggled to turn over and asked.

"Nothing, just a few detailed information about the Seale and Moon Sea area."

Zuo Si answered casually.

"Is there going to be another war?"

Aisha waved to the maid standing not far away, who hurriedly came forward with a silver pot chilled by magic and poured a glass of slightly alcoholic iced fruit juice for her mistress, without any tension or shyness at seeing the naked bodies of the emperor and the queen.

As the person with the highest status in "Viper", serving the emperor and the queen is her main job. According to the ancient tradition of Kalinshan, she has to join in to help cheer when necessary.

Such "small scenes" are no longer strange.

After drinking two cups in one breath, Aisha finally replenished a lot of water that she had just lost. She smoothed her hair that was wet with sweat in the passionate collision, put down the empty cup and said without looking back: "Do you know that Annie has come back?"

"Annie? When?"

Hearing his daughter's name, Zuo Si immediately put down the information in his hand, his face full of surprise.

He simply couldn't believe that the little thing who had been hiding from him all day had the guts to sneak back to visit his mother.

"Just a few hours before you came back. And...and there was a slightly younger boy with you, and you called him brother."

Although Ayesha's tone was obviously hesitant, she still chose to speak out.

Because she knew that her husband had many lovers outside, it was normal for little Anne to have half-brothers and sisters.

In fact, according to the traditional concept of Kalinshan, the number of Zuo Si's lovers and children can even be described as pitifully few.

After all, in this country where two-digit wives and concubines of nobles and wealthy businessmen are just the beginning, and three-digit wives are barely qualified. If a family does not have more than twenty or thirty male heirs, it is considered "thinly populated" and may be wiped out at once. The disaster will be extinct.

Especially when choosing a family heir, the concept of most Carlin shirts is to use quantity to make up for the lack of quality.

Only by having many children can the smartest, most courageous and talented ones be selected to lead the family to continue.

Some will also deliberately provoke competition among their heirs, asking them to determine the strongest one by killing each other's ways of raising gu.

Therefore, Aisha has long been mentally prepared for this situation, and she does not reject it in her heart. This can be glimpsed from the close relationship between her and Yalusel.

The long-term concept of a big family has made her accustomed to "having fun alone is not as good as having fun together". Maintaining the stability of internal relationships is more important than anything else.

But after having little Annie, she began to worry more and more that her increasingly lawless daughter would eventually annoy her husband.

"Ha ha ha ha!

How dare she come back to visit you after she snatched away my newborn brother in front of me?

good! good!

As expected of my daughter, she is really courageous.

It seemed that she really felt that her wings were stiff. "

Zuo Si immediately burst out laughing, laughing and clapping his hands.

The Viper maid who was serving the mistress next to her was obviously frightened. She knelt down on the ground with a plop and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Her forehead was pressed against the ground, not daring to make any eye contact.

You don't need to ask to know that she obviously thinks that the emperor is laughing out of anger and is a precursor to his wrath.

Even Ayesha trembled involuntarily and carefully looked into her husband's eyes. After a while, she softly asked, "Are you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?

Just because little Annie took her newborn brother away?

Or did you successfully escape from me?

No, no, no, I am not that stingy, but I am sincerely praising her.

You have to understand that when a child lives in the shadow of his parents since he was a child, he usually develops subconscious fear and obedience.

But little Annie is obviously not like this.

She was not really afraid of me, and believed that the reason why I was able to educate and punish her in the past was entirely because I was stronger than her.

As long as she becomes stronger than me or close in strength, she will naturally no longer need to obey my discipline.

Although this kind of rebellion is troublesome, it proves that she has the psychology and thinking of a strong person. "

Zuo Si explained with a happy "old father" smile on his face.

As a parent who considers himself to be quite enlightened, he never requires his children to obey him. He even thinks that there is nothing wrong with being rebellious, but only if he ensures that he abides by certain bottom lines.

Especially for the complete care of my daughter, the main reason is that after two mental growths, she will no longer twist others into twists and turns just out of curiosity as she did when she was a baby.

And according to the report from the Prince of Darkness, Graya, little Annie did not cause any big trouble in the moon world, except for a very small amount of inflation caused by mass production of currency.

"are you serious?"

Ayesha's eyes widened and she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, I am serious. But considering that little Annie has been a little swollen recently and even wants to fight with me, it is still necessary to give her an impressive lesson. Don't worry, in this regard I'm an expert."

"Do you need my cooperation?"

Ayesha immediately showed an expression of eagerness to try.

"No need, just continue to play the role of a loving mother. Also, don't leave the palace unless you have something to do recently."

After saying this, Zuo Si seemed to suddenly notice something, so he stood up suddenly, put on his clothes and walked straight to the balcony, squinting his eyes and looking up at the sun that seemed to be flickering slightly in the sky.

The next second...

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

An indescribable violent explosion caused the entire continent of Faerûn and even the planet Toril to witness an incredible spectacle.

The star symbolizing Lathander, Lord of the Morning, suddenly flashed across the sky like a meteor, and then hit the surface of the sun, causing a spectacular prominence phenomenon.

Before anyone could react to what was happening, a figure slowly emerged from the prominence.

In just a few seconds, the blurry figure gradually became clear.

It was a man with silver hair and a short silver beard, a slightly thin figure, and his skin always glowed with a soft golden light.

He holds a dazzling scepter in one hand and holds a huge golden code in the other. He wears a wide and elegant purple and black robe, dotted with golden stars and silver moons.

"My name is Amaunata! I am the ancient god of the sun, the god of contracts, and the god of law. Anyone who believes in me and follows my teachings will be blessed."

The words have not yet been spoken!

This figure turned into a stream of light and became a star, and its position just replaced the previous Lord of the Dawn.

There is no doubt that after two years of toiling around Faerûn, the Heretic Sect of the Rising Sun, supported by Lathander, finally succeeded in bringing the ancient sun god back from the star realm, but the price was that the Lord of the Dawn himself was completely destroyed. Devour.

"As expected of the Great Evil God Lathander, every time he makes a big splash. No wonder there are always conspirators claiming that he and Cyric are both good and evil madmen, and their minds are a little abnormal."

Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly and he complained.

After all, there are not many gods who can kill themselves by doing great things, and the Lord of the Morning is one of them.

Not to mention the mortals were shocked by this saucy operation, even the gods were all confused and confused about the situation.

Only a handful of gods who knew Amaunata and had a good relationship sent congratulations immediately, while the rest were watching silently.

As for the Rising Sun heretics who caused all this, they started reveling like crazy, thinking that they had completed the mission assigned by the gods.

Little did they know that the god they believed in and served was now gone.

Of course, strictly speaking, such a replacement that perfectly covers the priesthood, camp, and title will not actually have any impact on mortals.

After all, when the Rising Sun Heresy was first promoted, it was claimed that Lathander was the ancient sun god Amaunator, so the beliefs could be seamlessly connected.

The only problem is that Amaunata's alignment is actually Lawful Neutral rather than Lawful Good.

This means that his teachings and style of conduct are not as vigorous as Lathander, who represents the rising sun, and he also does not like the reckless impulse of young people.

But none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.

It can even be said that Amaunata's return is out-and-out good news for him.

Not only is there one less troublesome potential enemy, but there is also one more ally to win over.

Because in terms of bureaucracy, contracts, law, order, and governing rights, both sides basically have the same views.

And as the sun god, he doesn't hate the undead like Lathander.

It is foreseeable that for a long time to come, the gods will remain cautious about the return of the ancient sun god.

Because they were not sure whether the "big job" Lathander suddenly performed this time contained any huge dangers.

You must know that a lot of gods died when he caused the Tribulation of Dawn last time.

Just as Amaunata successfully attracted the attention of the entire Faerûn continent, a multi-party game was quietly unfolding on the military grassland in the north of the Moon Sea.

"Great Chief, the latest news is that our advance team has successfully crossed the Galena Mountains and entered Vasa."

An orc scout walked in from outside the house and presented a piece of paper full of small words with his hands, his eyes full of respect and admiration.

"So fast? Didn't you encounter any resistance or trouble?"

Sal asked as he took the paper and looked at it carefully. He found that there were not only detailed reports on it, but also a marked map.

It not only shows the distribution of various racial tribes, but also some regional topography that is not shown on the big map.

This undoubtedly provided an important reference for the subsequent conquest of this land as a rear area.

The scout grinned and replied: "Don't worry.

In this land, no force can stop our warriors.

What's more, Vasa had already exhausted its potential in previous wars and had almost no population.

In a few months at most, you can be crowned king there and establish the first-ever orc nation. "

"Don't be too happy. This matter is not as simple as you think."

Thrall was obviously not as optimistic as his men.

Because he has been educated by human elites since he was a child, he is not an ordinary orc who lacks knowledge and insight. He understands how huge external threats everything he does faces.

Neither Zhentil Keep, the overlord of the Moon Sea, nor people like the Harpers who claim to be just and kind would allow the emergence of a well-organized orc nation that could be passed down.

Most importantly, so far there has been no reaction from the orc gods.

The feeling of having a sharp sword hanging above your head but not falling down is really terrible.

"If anyone dares to stand in your way, I will personally chop off his head with the ax you gave me."

The scout pulled out the +2 sharp ax hanging from his belt and waved it vigorously to show his loyalty to his chief.

Because in his opinion, he was able to conquer so many tribes and absorb them and manage them in an orderly manner, without ever having a riot or starving to death. He was simply a born king.

Moreover, Thrall's combat power is also extremely amazing. No matter whether the opponent is a dragon, a giant, or any other terrifying and ferocious monster, he will take the lead and inflict a devastating blow to the enemy every time.

You must know that shouting "Brothers, follow me" and "Brothers, come on me" in a battle that may lead to injury and death have completely different effects on morale.

When the soldiers see that the commander is not afraid of death, they will naturally become brave and rush forward to fight.

But if the commander just stands behind and gives orders, and does not move forward at all, the soldiers will naturally consider whether it is worth it to work for him.

Obviously, Thrall is a typical example of the former.

And this kind of leader with charisma is the easiest to be supported, respected and worshipped by his subordinates.

The most important reason why he was able to transform the concepts of so many orcs so quickly is not those means or the ideas he spread, but to lead by example to make these orcs who naturally worship the strong believe that there is a future to follow the chief.

If it were in the past, Thrall would definitely control and cool down this fanatical personality cult to a certain extent.

Because he understands that although personality cult will bring huge prestige and power, and can carry out drastic reforms, it is not good for the long-term development of a race.

But now, instead of pouring cold water, he secretly fueled the flames.

The reason for doing this is simpler, that is, to prepare for the next gathering of faith and deification.

After a period of understanding, Thrall basically understood that in this world full of gods, the best way to get a certain race out of the influence of the original pantheon is to become a god himself.

As for being beaten up by the orc gods after being deified, he was not too worried.

Because the orc gods had provoked too many enemies.

He believed that with Zuo Si's mind, he would never miss this golden opportunity.

So he had to solve two things, one was to establish a country, and the other was to gather faith.

This was the relatively simplest and least professional way for mortals to be deified.

As long as you establish a country and leave your own bloodline to rule, and then protect it through several crises and difficulties to obtain the people's heartfelt faith and worship, in principle, you can shed your mortal identity and gain divinity.

And as long as you gain divinity, you can use these orc believers to tear apart the orc priesthood of Gruumsh, so that it can no longer monopolize the faith of the orc race.

As we all know, the reason why civilization can continue to expand and squeeze the living space of the barbarians is that civilization has a stronger organizational production capacity, so even a slave society can beat those primitive tribes.

Thrall has a personal experience in this regard.

Because during the period when the old tribe collapsed and the new tribe was established, the orcs who poured into Azeroth were basically beaten to the ground by the Alliance, and they were completely lacking in the bravery and ferocity when they destroyed the Storm Kingdom before.

This situation occurred, on the one hand, because the demon blood in the body faded, but more of it was the result of the collapse of the organizational structure.

When the new tribe was re-established and actively began to rescue compatriots in the shelter, the combat effectiveness of the orcs was quickly restored.

So as long as this orc kingdom is established, it will continue to erode the latter and eventually drive the orc gods out of this world, just like the crushing advantage of human civilization over the barbarian tribe.

Just as Thrall watched the scout leave and stood alone in front of the map thinking about the next plan, a golden figure suddenly fell from the sky.

The invisible pressure made him feel breathless.

When the golden light gradually dissipated, the tall and thin elf figure inside was revealed.

"You are... Corellon, the main god of the elves?!"

Thrall's face changed slightly, and he obviously recognized one of the most powerful gods in the continent of Faerun.

"Hello, orc from another world.

To be honest, I have been secretly observing you for a while.

I have to say that Soth's vision is really good.

Not only do you retain some orc characteristics, but you also perfectly integrate human thoughts and cognition.

If you continue to develop like this, you may really be able to lead the orcs to find a completely different path."

Corellon gave a very high evaluation with a faint smile on his face.

Because even among his people, there are rarely geniuses like Thrall who have extremely high personal charm and outstanding political level.

Especially the kind of system construction that is not rigidly applied and adapted to local conditions is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Hearing this, Thrall was obviously relieved, and asked with a wry smile: "You came all the way down to incarnate, didn't you just come here to praise and encourage me?"

Corellon shook his head slightly: "No, I'm not that free.

In fact, I came here today to warn you.

Although Soth contacted many allies to interfere with the shielding of the orc gods' divine power perception, they still discovered you, the alien, and your treasonous behavior.

Be careful, it may not be long before the chosen people of Gruumsh will lead the army to find you.

A fierce battle is inevitable at that time.

And according to the rules of the game between the gods, many gods, including me, cannot intervene, so you can only rely on yourself to overcome the difficulties."

"I'm exposed?"

Thrall's pupils suddenly dilated, and his heart beat wildly.

Because he understood that the gods of this world were completely different from those powerful creatures in Azeroth who claimed to be the demigods of the wilderness. Even the weakest demigods had the power to destroy the planet, and it was definitely not something that mortals could easily touch.

An unexpected event like Grom Hellscream killing the demigod Cenarius would never happen in the continent of Faerun.

"Yes, you and your tribe are exposed to the sight of the orc gods.

From what I know about Gruumsh, he can't stand such a provocation and will react as quickly as possible.

So you don't have much time left.

Finally, I hope you can survive this.

Otherwise, if you fail, Soth and I may consider another plan.

You know, he never mind using some extraordinary means when dealing with enemies."

As the last word came out, Corellon left a meaningful smile, and then the entire incarnation disappeared without a trace.

I'm afraid the outside world would never think that as the god who hates orcs the most in the world, he would come here out of thin air to talk to an orc chieftain.

"Huh-well, it seems that the easy days are over, and the next thing to meet is a storm."

Sal let out a long breath, his eyes quickly became firm and sharp, grabbed the warhammer on the table and raised it high above his head, feeling the powerful elemental power contained in it.

Since it has established a connection with the elemental plane, the power of this weapon has been upgraded. It is now a truly powerful artifact and also his most trusted comrade and partner.