Chapter 467
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The war was reignited.
Accompanied by the wild sound of war drums, the orc army swarmed forward like a tide!
Seven hundred years.
It had been seven hundred years.
From the moment the city of Autumnfall was established, the orcs had completely lost this land. In their oldest songs, they also recorded how fertile the land they once had, this beautiful land with an agate river flowing through it. But now they could only struggle in the wilderness of the northwest. Although the rise of Eugene allowed the orcs to return to prosperity, they had defeated the ogres, repelled the lizardmen, and even defeated the dwarven army. They had once again occupied a good piece of land in the Northwest Wilderness.
But!
Eugene was old after all.
It was getting closer and closer to returning to the soul of the ancestors. As a shaman priest who maintained the faith of the ancestors, Eugene did not have as long a life as other spellcasters.
Whether it was Eugene himself or the warriors of the clan, they had all realized this.
A hero past his prime.
They knew very well that after losing this great chief, the blade clan would go back to division and decline, and eventually be trapped in that terrible wilderness again. Because they had no god's blessing, only the most savage land could accommodate them. So when the half-elves showed signs of decline, Eugene did not hesitate to lead the orc army to attack, and even reached some kind of agreement with Yeenoghu, the king of the gnolls in the bottomless abyss.
This was an opportunity!
It was also the only chance for the orcs. They could only rely on Eugene's strong cohesion to unify the whole race and launch a full-scale war to recapture their land.
All the warriors had already joined the war!
In order to prepare for the war, the blade clan had tightened their belts for many years. If they recaptured their land, they could go from one glory to another, and if they were defeated, they would have to face hundreds of years of difficult fate again.
This was a war that determined the future of a race.
Since it had already begun, they would not give up until the last moment.
The future must be created by themselves.
If it weren't for a group of pioneers who defeated the half-elves, the dwarves, and the ogres, the current Autumnfall city would not have been built at all.
The orcs were stupid.
Many of them were not smart enough, but Eugene spent a lifetime teaching them this truth!
They were the pioneers.
They could use blood and death to forge the future of the orcs! Eugene would travel with them! This old orc shaman had been fighting on the frontlines all this time!
Until it fell, the courage of the Orcs would never disappear.
…
On the city wall.
The white figure stopped.
Milan frowned as she gazed at the Half-Orc army that had regrouped. She gazed at the huge Draconic Beast in the distance and spotted a familiar old figure.
Eugene!
[Ascendant] Eugene!
A Level 27 War Shaman, the spiritual leader of the Orcs.
The Time of Troubles was an unprecedented calamity. Not only was there a huge calamity, but there were also many unprecedented opportunities.
Adventurers weren't the only ones who could ascend to godhood. There were also the natives of this world!
[Ascendant] — Eugene.
[Bone Spear] – Eugene.
[Dragon Slayer] Eugene.
[Gladiator] – Eugene.
[Pathfinder] Eugene.
[Erudite] Eugene.
[Frost Giant King Terminator] – Eugene.
…
In Søren's memory, no one who could ascend to godhood as a native was a simple character!
Eugene White Bone Spear!
This old orc who smeared the ashes of the dead warriors of the clan on his body as a totem was definitely one of the most difficult enemies Søren had ever seen!
If it wasn't for its humble origin.
It was just a child of the Half-Orc Gladiator. It was branded as a slave when it was born. It didn't have any divine bloodline at all. Perhaps it had already entered the realm of the gods with its ability.
However.
Even without any divine bloodline, Eugene eventually seized the opportunity of the Avatar Crisis and successfully ascended to godhood!
This was an opponent that couldn't be ignored.
Søren didn't even see any hope of victory for the half-elves today. Because as long as Eugene didn't fall, they had to face countless orcs who were ready to die.
The ancient sacrificial drums sounded.
The eyes of the orcs were red, and they roared into a state of madness. Eugene awakened the souls of their ancestors. Although the orcs didn't have their own gods, their countless sacrifices had produced another kind of power. The souls of the dead warriors did not return to the River Styx. They stayed somewhere in the [Gray Wilderness] in the form of ancestral spirits, waiting for the moment when the god of the orcs was born!
The power of Shamanism was not weaker than any god's church.
…
Dong Dong Dong!
With the wild sounds of the war drums, the orcs were like a tide as they charged forward. In an instant, the orcs' defensive formation was on the verge of collapsing. These orcs who had fallen into a berserk state did not know pain or fatigue.
Before they were exhausted and died, they would always attack frantically!
Søren hadn't seen such a large-scale war for a long time. The last time he saw such a scene, it seemed to be on the battlefield of the Abyss Blood War. Countless demons and devils fought together, and the world seemed to be covered.
This was a battle that determined the fate of the race!
Autumnfall was the last line of defense for the half-elves. If this place fell, the half-elves could only start to go into exile again.
Once they went into exile, it might be hundreds of years.
…
Milan looked down at the battlefield in front of her.
Tens of thousands of orcs were like a torrent of steel that could break through all the defenses in front of them at any time.
In this case.
The power of a person was quite small. Even a powerful legendary figure could be trapped in it. Only the power above the mortal could crush their morale and solve the crisis that was about to break through the city.
"In the name of [Søren]!"
A pure white figure flew up out of thin air. Her voice at this moment became a kind of sacred, directly echoing over the battlefield. Milan's eyes were shining with the brilliance of divinity. She looked at everything in front of her and slowly said: "Follow the ancient contract! In the name of [God of the half-elves] – Søren! Summon ancient allies to help! "
"In the name of God! I will give my allies enough in return! "
Milan's petite figure looked down at everyone in front of her like a deity. Her gaze passed through the space, and she pointed a white and slender finger to the sky. She slowly said, "Oath!"
"[Dragon Clan Covenant]!"
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