"Haha, victory must belong to our half-orcs! I don't believe in the 30,000 army, or the most elite and powerful warriors in our half-orc tribes, and I can't deal with the mere decline of the elves!"

Lionheart King Imsh said proudly.

The chief high priest glanced at him and shook his head slightly:

"Jushan also thinks so, but now there are no more cave tribes in the world."

"Hmph! A mere elves must be unable to resist our legion! Even if the god of death gave them a certain ability to resurrection!"

Lionheart King Imsh sneered.

After saying that, he looked into the distance with a little disdain in his expression:

"It's great that the elves gathered warriors of a scale of thousands of people after being hunted by us and humans for so many years. And with their remaining little strength, they are no match for us at all!"

"A 30,000 army, each of them can drown them if they urinate! Even if they are the followers of the God of Death, their souls will completely collapse after being resurrected a few times. I don't believe that those elves can still be resurrected!"

"Not to mention that we have a backup plan!"

After hearing Imsh's words, the chief high priest shook his head and his expression gradually became serious:

"King, don't underestimate the power of the gods!"

"The power of the elves is indeed weak, but the existence behind them is a new god who has not yet left the Segus plane and ascended to heaven!"

"And the new god who has not yet ascended to heaven has mastered the highest level of priesthood. Even if His family has few relatives, his strength is far from what we can compare to."

"As long as the divine power is not used up, then He will be almost invincible in the material world, otherwise Lord Walker would not have fallen in the Forest of the Elf."

After hearing the words of the chief high priest, the Lionheart King Imsh suddenly stopped.

Looking at the female orc high priest in front of him, his expression was a little surprised:

"What you mean is that this faith war, maybe this evil god will take action against us personally? Stop our killing of the elves?"

"If the one behind them is forced to force themselves, they may indeed attack directly with the body of the gods and destroy the rules."

The chief high priest's expression was very calm.

But after saying that, her expression became very fanatical again:

"Of course, if the other party really attacks us directly with the body of a god, that's what the Father God's Crown wants to see."

When he heard this, he seemed to have thought of something, and the expression of the Lion Heart King Imsh changed slightly.

His face was not very good, even a little pale, and his hands were slightly squeezing, and his sharp nails were almost embedded in flesh and blood.

"You mean you mean"

When he spoke, he gritted his teeth.

"There are all ants under the true god!"

And at this moment, the chief high priest's whispered in Imsh's ear, waking him up suddenly.

The Lionheart King Imsh shivered, and then he realized that he had already sweated coldly before he knew it.

He wanted to say something else, but after seeing the smiley expression of the chief high priest, he stopped talking.

"King"

Just when the Lionheart King Imsh was in amazement, the chief high priest's words came again:

"How do you think of us half-orcs?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, the chief high priest continued to say:

"We half-orcs are just the lowest-class Black Iron race after all, and our racial potential is not even as good as that of humans who are not even the Black Iron race!"

"For the past thousand years, the magic power of the Seges world has been low, and the God of Father has gradually become stronger, which has enabled us to truly gain a foothold in the Seges world."

"But now the magic power of the Seges world has begun to rise, and the strength of the Father God's crown has fallen into a bottleneck."

"The magic power returns, and those sleeping existences will wake up one after another. The Segs continent, which has been calm for thousands of years, will be in chaos."

"The foundation of our half-orcs is still too weak. If we want our race to truly grow into a powerful race like orcs and even humans!"

Speaking of this, the chief high priest's expression became more and more fanatical:

"That is to allow our Father God's crown to obtain a stronger clergy and become a more noble existence!"

"Do not do anything for this! Even if we sacrifice our lives!"

The pupils of the Lionheart King Imsh shrank slightly:

"This is gambling!"

"Of course it's gambling!"

The chief high priest's tone was calm, but his eyes were unprecedentedly hot:

"We won the bet once two thousand years ago and got the Death Desert."

"A thousand years ago, we won the bet once and got the Dark Mountains and the Elf Forest."

"If we win this time, we have the hope of becoming a truly powerful race! On an equal footing with orcs, humans and even dragons!"

About fifteen kilometers south of Heilong Castle, on a relatively steep hillside.

This is a straight line of 300 kilometers from the World Tree, and it is also the limit distance that players can move at present.

The once bare hillside is now building a brand new and simple lookout.

And in the observation deck, three elves were bored surrounding a bonfire.

"Ah Yeh!"

Demacia sneezes, wrapped the quilt seized from the human caravan, and cursed:

"Really, the weather system of this game is too exaggerated, it's so cold!"

"After all, it's autumn! And it's still inside the mountains, the most attractive thing in the Elf Kingdom is lifelike! Besides, you can turn off the temperature perception!"

A low-level player laughed.

Demacia shook her head:

"If the pain can be turned off, if the temperature is turned off, there will be too much fun."

After hearing his words, the two players thought.

One of them hesitated for a moment and asked curiously:

"Boss Demacia, the task of setting up posts on the edge of the map for monitoring is so boring, why do you have to take it?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Another player around the bonfire also nodded repeatedly:

"This is the most boring task in the activity mission. For those of us who have not yet reached level 11, the experience is considerable, which is quite good. But Demacia boss, you are at level 21, right? This experience is not enough to be one-third of the experience bar, right?"

After hearing the words of two low-level players, Demacia's face suddenly collapsed.

He sighed and shook his head helplessly:

"I can't play games at the end of the semester and I failed six subjects. As a result, my god it's time for our school to have another summer primary semester this year!"

"It will be held in a few days, and the make-up exam will be scheduled for the primary semester. If I fail this time, I will have to re-exercise it. If I re-exercise the six sects in one go, I will die, and even attendance will kill me."

"College student?"

The two players were curious and authentic.

"Yeah, freshman."

Demacia sighed.

"I'm not reviewing while doing tasks."

He took a picture from his own vision and sent it to his two mission teammates.

When seeing the courseware pp in the screenshot, the two teammates instantly cast sympathetic eyes.

"But then again, the thinking acceleration technology in the Elf Kingdom is indeed very powerful! Especially when reviewing homework, writing papers, etc., don't be too efficient!"

One of them sighed.

The other person shook his head:

"How many people who enter the game can be patient and use their thinking to speed up their learning? It's okay to watch videos, but they really learn, that is, just hug the Buddha's feet temporarily. Oh, cough cough cough, boss Demacia, I'm not talking about you."

Demacia's face turned dark.

He was about to say something, but suddenly his expression changed, and a pair of pointed ears suddenly stood up:

"Did you hear any sound? It seems like footsteps"

"sound?"

Two low-level players were stunned.

"No, is it background music? It's very nice to hear from the Dark Mountains."

Demacia:
To be continued...