Level.
Søren dared to say these two words not only because of his own strength, but also because the army of Mordor itself was the top force in the material plane. The strength of his army was all fought all the way. Before Søren became a god, many pirate leaders followed him to fight all over the world. They had experienced countless battles, big and small. Some of the core elite troops could be said to have survived hundreds of battles. Although there were fewer opportunities for these troops to be dispatched now, their strength to eliminate the indigenous people did not fall behind at all.
Looking at the entire material plane, it was estimated that only Søren's army had a battle every month, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.
These pirates could not be left idle. These guys liked to make trouble when they were idle! (Note: If there was no battle, a group of drunk people in Mordor's tavern would explode more than ten times.)
There were too many unruly guys among the pirates. They were honest in front of Søren, but it did not mean that they would be the same in front of others.
At present, the army of Mordor was divided into two factions.
One was the conservative faction, responsible for maintaining the order of Mordor and taking over most of the more stable jobs. The other faction was the militant faction. Compared to this kind of comfortable life, they preferred a novel and exciting adventure life, so these people were either sent to deal with the indigenous people or sent to perform more dangerous tasks in various places. The conservative faction's life would be more comfortable, and the militant faction's rewards would be more abundant, and their status would rise much faster. (Note: Because of the clergy of [Rogue], many of Søren's warriors had part of the profession of Rogue.)
With the gradual improvement of the rules of Mordor, everyone had found the role they should play in this environment.
Some people began to settle down and live a more peaceful and busy life, while others were unwilling to be lonely and tried all kinds of adventures. The rules of Mordor would provide them with opportunities. No matter what kind of people they were, they could find a way to rise. The recent rapid rise of Ugly Monkey, Jackdaw, Little White Shark, and other rookies were quite eye-catching. Some of them had even caught up with the old pirate leaders.
…
The gate of Autumnfall had appeared in front of them.
Søren's army moved very quickly. Before the enemy could react, they had already approached the city gate. After all, the teleportation location was not far from Autumnfall.
The sudden appearance of the army made the defenders of Luoye City panic. The black flags fluttering in the cold wind made people feel depressed.
"Break the city gate!"
Søren's expression was very cold, and his attitude was not very friendly. This was because he did not come here to express goodwill to the aristocratic council. Wasting time arguing with politicians was definitely not his habit, so before this kind of war of words began, he would use his strength to solve some problems.
Dong dong dong.
The heavy diamond golems stepped forward. The technology of making diamond golems in Modor City had been perfected day by day. If there was enough money and soul crystals, maybe the two legendary witches could make diamond golems close to double digits when the Avatar Crisis broke out next year. At that time, they would really have the momentum of a golem army.
Rumble!
A violent impact sounded, accompanied by a slight tremor of the city wall, a crack appeared on the solid north side of Autumnfall.
The diamond golems were level 21, which belonged to the legendary golems. All of them had more than 35 points of strength. In addition to the advantage of their size, they were more violent than many violent legendary barbarians. Søren directly ignored the panicked defenders on the gate and ordered the golems to break the gate. The two diamond golems hammered at the gate, which was much better than any siege vehicle. In the blink of an eye, the north gate of Autumnfall collapsed, and then the elite troops of Modor City raided in.
"Take the gate."
Søren glanced around coldly. On the other side of the city, there were troops gathering, but he did not care very much. Instead, he calmly said, "surrender! Don't kill captives! Don't hurt civilians! "
"Scarface."
"Yes."
"You take a team to raid the prison and pull out a man named Ryan."
"Understood."
"Sir."
"Yes."
"You take people to set up a line of defense here. Kill anyone who approaches!"
"Understood."
…
A series of orders were issued.
Although Søren came to pick up the civilians, in order to save time, he directly occupied a quarter of Autumnfall first. There were still two months before the New Year. In January next year, the Avatar Crisis would break out completely. At that time, the first batch of the demon army that broke through the barrier would come to the material plane. In just one month, more than 20 towns were destroyed by the demon army, and millions of people died in the endless war. It also opened a tragic chapter for the beginning of the Avatar Crisis.
Time was already in the final sprint. If the politicians were to argue with the aristocratic parliament of Autumnfall, God knows when these guys would allow Søren to take away these civilians.
So Søren was ready to do all this with a more domineering method!
In less than half an hour.
The north gate of Autumnfall had fallen. One-fifth of the city had been occupied by Søren, and the elite pirates took over the city defense everywhere. Part of the reason was that the army of Mordor was really elite. There were too many grade 2 professions. Another reason was that the civilians here had long been looking forward to the arrival of Søren, and there were organizations in the city to cooperate with the action.
"My Lord."
An old man in a gray robe appeared in front of Søren. He bowed his head respectfully and said, "The things you ordered have been done."
This was the archbishop of the half-elf church.
Not only did he manage Søren's church, but he was also the archbishop of the original god of the half-elves and rogues. Now that Søren had become the god of the half-elves, he naturally changed his camp. However, because of the re-establishment of the church, although he retained the position of archbishop, the real power had been transferred to the high priest [Butterfly] and other young priests. Now the old priests were concentrating on training new successors, especially those who were talented, such as Søren's young Chosen.
"Very good."
Søren heard the words and nodded slightly, then said, "You are responsible for negotiating with them. Tomorrow we must take these civilians away."
As a god, he naturally had his own rules.
With the passage of time, Søren gradually began to adapt to the perspective of a god. The Avatar Crisis provided him with a buffer, so that he would not directly change from the mentality of a mortal to that of a god. Instead, he would adapt little by little like now.
The old man bowed and nodded, "Understood. I'll do it now. "
At this time.
On the other side of Autumnfall, there was a burst of footsteps. It took half an hour to assemble the army. This speed was not fast, but it was not very slow either. It could only be said that the army of Autumnfall was transitioning to an elite force after the war with the orcs.
"Formation!"
"Get ready to fight!"
The giant stuck out his tongue and licked the blade. A bloodthirsty expression appeared on his face. His huge and burly body and ferocious face gave a lot of pressure to many people. The people nearby didn't dare to get close to him, afraid that they would be accidentally killed. Because he was about to break through the realm of legends, the giant's bloodline had a slight mutation. The further improvement of his strength was easy to cause accidents because his agility and balance were not high enough. Recently, when he drank, he always accidentally crushed the wine glass. A gentle pat could break someone's bone, so no one dared to approach him during this time.
To be honest, the giant actually wanted to fight with the enemy in front of him, but he didn't know if they dared to fight with the army of Mordor. Søren's order was to occupy the north gate of Autumnfall. They were not allowed to take the initiative to fight with the half-elf army, but if the other side dared to launch an attack, they could directly counterattack. To be honest, the giant felt that this was a bit troublesome. It was better to send more troops over and directly take down Autumnfall. At that time, whether they wanted to empty Autumnfall or occupy it, they could do it.
The giant didn't know what Søren was thinking, but Søren must have a deep meaning.
Maybe he didn't want to waste his strength on fighting with the half-orcs.
Rumble!
There was a violent explosion near the prison of Luoye City, followed by a flurry of fighting. Then Scarface was seen carrying a man covered in blood and flesh toward this side.
"Your Excellency!"
Scarface carefully put down the man on his back. The reason why he was so careful was because the other party was too badly injured. He was afraid that he would accidentally kill him.
At this moment, his back was covered with blood, but it was not his own, but the man on his back.
"Damn it!"
Scarface glanced at the badly mutilated man on the ground and muttered, "These guys are really ruthless. I'm afraid only old pirates with years of experience would be able to do something like this."
"Ahem."
His back was covered with whip marks, and not a single piece of skin was left intact. More than ten branding irons were left on his chest, and the skin on his chest was almost completely charred. His face was severely beaten, and it was so swollen that it was almost impossible to recognize his original appearance. His legs and arms were clearly fractured, and what was even more shocking was that his hands, from his pinky finger to his index finger, had all been cut off, and only four of his ten fingers were left. If it was an ordinary person with such injuries, they would have died long ago. He was completely relying on his tenacious vitality and willpower to survive until now.
"Ahem!"
A trace of blood overflowed from Ryan's mouth. He struggled to open his eyes and looked at Søren, murmuring, "My … My Lord! You're finally … here … "
Søren's face was pale.
He exuded a cold chill, and even Scarface next to him could not help but shudder, and quietly stepped back a few steps.
Søren was rarely so angry.
As a pirate leader who had followed Søren for a long time, he knew what would happen when Søren showed such an expression.
Someone was definitely going to die!
…
Søren was very, very angry!
However, his expression was very calm, but the temperature around his body dropped a lot, and the nearby pirate leaders could not help but shiver.
Ryan had obviously been subjected to extremely cruel torture!
From the moment Søren agreed to accept the civilians of Autumnfall, this young warrior had been labeled as a member of the half-elf church. He was equivalent to serving Søren's believers, and representing him to come back to reorganize these civilian believers, then lead them to the sea, and finally be sent to Modor by other people.
In other words, he was equivalent to a messenger sent by Søren to Autumnfall.
"Limb Regeneration!"
"Greater Restoration!"
Holy light appeared in Søren's palm. As a god, he had the ability equivalent to a level 20 priest, but he needed to use some divine power to cast divine spells.
Clayon's injuries were gradually recovering, but his mind was still quite weak after the torture.
Søren looked at the young warrior in front of him, nodded gently, and said slowly, "Have a good rest."
When Søren turned around.
There was a clear murderous intent in his eyes, and a trace of anger hidden in the depths of his heart!
God's grace was like the sea! God's power was like a prison!
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