Arcane Lord

But it is a pity that even human mages who are proficient in spell duels may not be able to counterattack 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 does appear very quickly, and its power may be considerable, but if it cannot hit the target, it is all in vain.

…

After several golden elf mages finished casting their spells, they immediately disappeared and began to fall downwards. The next moment, the results of their just cast spells began to appear——

The top of the towering Spine of the World Mountains, covered with ice and snow, seemed to have been struck a few times by a pair of huge invisible hands, and the finished pieces of ice and snow began to slide away.

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

Even louder than that.

From the perspective of the orcs at the foot of the mountain, along with the massive amounts of ice and snow falling, there was also the shaking of the mountain. Countless years of accumulated ice and snow sliding down, it was like a catastrophe that caused the earth to collapse and the earth to collapse.

After experiencing the initial shock, countless orcs began to run south without hesitation. They were so determined that they only regretted that their parents had given them two less legs.

But in this wave of refugees that spread across almost all the orc tribes, there were some countercurrents. Before the snow and ice fell, more than twenty bright and shining totem haloes lit up halfway up the mountain.

Originally, these large tribes could better demonstrate their status by living in the mountains, but now they are facing a sudden catastrophe. The people under the mountain may be able to escape with 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 would not be able to escape the fate of being annexed or even destroyed.

"Inform the clan leader and start the blood sacrifice immediately!"

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

At the same moment, more than twenty large tribes almost made the same decision at the same time, and the identity of the decision-maker was also roughly the same.

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

After that, a shaman ordered the tribal warriors to take out the corpses, replace them with another batch, and continue slaughtering. Generally speaking, the large orc tribe would raise 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 choice is to let the bottom of the tribe contribute "on their own".

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 issued an order requesting a blood sacrifice, he quickly acted from top to bottom. After the blood sacrifices were made to the people of the small tribes that could be found temporarily, his own sacrifices were quickly selected.

…

In mid-air, East and his party, who were hiding, saw such a tragic scene. Even though they no longer regarded the orcs as beings equal to themselves, they couldn't help but feel unbearable and sighed for them.

But at this time, all the screams, wails, curses, and even sighs were inaudible under the cover of the thunder of the ice and snow falling from the mountain.

"This time we must destroy at least two large totems before we can really hurt them. Be prepared and wait for the final impact to strike!"

Although he couldn't bear it, Ishtar knew that the orcs could not be completely eliminated by relying solely on the power of nature. The shaman had mastered the power of nature to a certain extent.

Although the blood sacrifice would strain the muscles and bones of these large tribes, at least most of the elite tribesmen could survive. In addition, the large totem halo connected in a line on the mountainside would also block the ice and snow sliding down the mountain.

Even more of the small tribes below survived.

Even if not many survive, as long as the totem is still there, it will always be difficult to completely eradicate the orcs. In fact, Ishtar is not willing to completely eradicate the orcs for Elfaran.

Not only could he not do it himself, but it was also difficult for Yeerlan where he was to do it.

If there was only one country and one force in the North, the threat from the orcs would be almost negligible. However, there is not only one country in the North, nor is there only one force within a country.

Who is willing to sacrifice for others for no reason without getting any benefits for themselves?

…

Soon, the roar became even louder, reaching the point where Ishtar and other elves had to cast spells for protection.

By this time, the ice and snow falling from the mountain were already in sight. Countless crazy orc warriors cut their palms with stone knives and wiped the blood on their foreheads, hoping to obtain the renewal of the totem spirit in the upcoming collision between heaven and earth. Much protection.

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

Before all this happened, there was a bugle call at the foot of the mountain. It was suspected that the golden-skinned long ears from the south were attacking again. This attack frequency was not the same as usual.

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

But it is a pity that Ishtar and other elves came prepared this time, and the target selection was not unique. Before the catastrophe, even a wise shaman would find it difficult to think carefully.

After several roars, all shamans perceived a message——

A totem spirit has fallen!

But at this time, natural disasters no longer allowed them to think too much. Except for a few great shamans who dared to control the wind and snow to check under the impact of massive ice and snow, the rest of the shamans could only look after their own tribes and ordered their tribesmen to continue. Blood sacrifice.

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And on the other side.

Ishtar and his party were destroying two large totems and killing several great shamans who were chasing them, as well as several elf mages who rarely saw blood. At this moment, they felt even more bloodthirsty.

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

At this moment, Ista was very clear-headed and knew what the mission of his line was. After casting a concentration spell, he calmly rejected the proposal just now:

"It's not necessary. We have already done enough. If we do more, we are helping Ilfarang. You don't want Ilfarang to have an easy time waiting, right?"

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

"Not yet. There are too few clues. We must give these orcs clearer hints."

"Master Ishtar, your words really touched my heart, hahaha!"

Afterwards, several elves acted independently, either leaving behind some jewelry with certain unique characteristics due to the battle, or confronting some shamans who were trying to explore, and uttering a few harsh words with their own identities.

Almost five minutes later, the ice and snow slid down to the foot of the mountain, and Ishtar and his party disappeared again.

But after disappearing this time, they never appeared again.