Vol 19 Chapter 32: : The Great Plains of Despair, Mocas

Merit! Merit! ! Merit! ! !
Blood, killing and death, thick as fog, always accompany me!
Desperate the Great Plains, the Hosts are at war. On the battlefield at dusk, the horses neighed, the strong warriors roared, and the fighting to death continued. Zhu Peng wanted to become the patron saint of the elves, but the position of the great elven king was not enough, the elven king in the history of the eastern elves There were more than twenty roles before and after, but in the end only the first generation of Elf King Kerelon Larixin successfully ascended to the position of patron saint.
As the turbulent years and the saint catastrophe continue, there is a battle of hundreds of races on the entire Faerun Continent. It is not that you want to do this, but if you don't release enough blood on the opponent's body, your own race will be difficult to survive and will be destroyed. As a slave.
Like the almost completely destroyed dwarf system, under the leadership of the "dwarf war-god" Garezer-Ironhand, he is fighting to the death with the power of his clan, because Garitzer-Ironhand doesn't have other solutions, I If all the gods of the clan are destroyed, then only if your gods are also destroyed, the power of both parties can be equalized again.
Fighting between dwarfs and dwarves, between humans and orcs, between orcs and elves, between elves and humans, the entire Faerun Continent is completely transformed into a huge flesh-and-blood grinding disc, in which countless heroes grow in blood. From another perspective, this In fact, it is also a rare baptism.
After the cosmic storm, the new generation of gods will be more energetic. If they can lead the world of gods to successfully defend against the fleet of Wizarding World, these energetic new gods may bring the whole world to a better and stronger prosperity. Direction.
On the battlefield where the arrows were flying and the corpses were everywhere, Zhu Peng charged with a long-distance spear prancing horse, and he ran a long-distance assault. He had been fighting for three days and three nights. Other guards and soldiers could take turns to rest. However, Zhu Peng always Tirein stood on the front line of the battlefield.
As long as he is still on the battlefield, the morale of the elf warrior will continue to increase by one, which comes from two powerful legendary specialties: legendary charm and commanding power!
In the past few decades, both the elven gods and the orc gods have suffered heavy losses. The elves of the gods have lost seven gods, and there is also the "God of Elves and Bows and Arrows." The loss of five gods seems to be slighter than the loss of the elven gods, but there are only six gods in the orc gods. After the death of five, only the main Ge Nuxu is still alive. What is more interesting is that the orcs' secret attack The Sagus and the orc of death, Edros, these two guys died together after fighting each other. The hostility within the same system has reached such a level, and it is probably the only one in the whole holy catastrophe.
However, the elves and the orcs also lose the protection of the gods, but in comparison, the orc tribes in the world have the advantage, because the orcs (6) are not as powerful as the elves (12). Now both sides lose their backs at the same time. The support of the gods is of course the orcs gaining a relative advantage.
These strong and fierce guys are no longer content to be trapped in the barren land. They choose to use the stone axe and war spear in their hands to win land under the sun for the tribe's plow.
This kind of thing does not matter right or wrong. When you are barren, you only need the land under the sun. After you have the land under the sun, you will want the beauties of humans and elves, and when you have the beauties of humans and elves. After that, you will want something else...Different races are fighting for survival, right or wrong, posterity said, today you and I just have to kill you!
Zhu Peng rode on a snatched galloping horse, and rushed to the battlefield in a battle. At this time, what he held in his hand was not the artifact "Sword of the King" but a newly captured magic spear. The legendary cursed magic spear of "Guy Burga" is made from the skull of a giant two-headed sea monster. Its immense power will even negatively affect the people who use it.
The gun is the king of the hundred soldiers in the Cold War. Guy Burga is only a legendary gun, but the killing efficiency of driving it on the prancing horse is even better than Zhu Peng using the sword of the king.
Guy Burga has two heads, front and back. If you can’t handle this heavy magic spear, you will be pierced through the abdomen by the other end of the spear when you ride a horse to charge. This is why this magic spear is cursed. However, Zhu Peng did not matter. The ancient Chinese weapons used double-headed guns. The Bagua Gate had double-headed guns. Dong Ping, the double-headed general of the One Hundred and Eighth Generals of the Water Margin, was also a good player.
Zhu Peng has studied eighteen weapons since he was a child, a hundred schools of martial arts, and also involved in the use of gossip double-headed guns. At this moment, he uses a half-dragon body and a human immortal body to perform his killing efficiency on the battlefield. .
Not only orcs and elves, but dwarves and humans appear from time to time on the chaotic battlefield. Dead orcs are good orcs. This is probably one of the few consensus among the three clans.
Of course, everything is directed towards interests. If the interests are sufficient, it is no surprise that the most elegant elves and the most crude orcs stand together to attack and defend the alliance.
"For the glory of the orcs!"
An orc man wearing black armor and already wounded suddenly stood up. He faced the elven king who was slaughtering wantonly, holding a horse-cutting sword in his hand as if he had completed a home run. The huge horse head was accompanied by blood fog. Soaring into the sky, Zhu Peng fell down and rolled over...
"The Elf King, you are already very tired! Kill you and your troops will be defeated." The strong legendary orc beat his chest with his left fist and burned the final potential of his life. It was originally an orc general, and even more so. Came here with the belief in victory or death.
"You can fight with me to this point!" The opponent's epee slashed, and Zhu Peng threw himself in front of him before he fully slashed his strength, holding his gun and blocking it forcibly.
"You can already be proud... but we are different, native!"
"what?"
Responding to the opponent, the handsome elf sneered like a mockery. The next moment Zhu Peng shook the opponent's horse-slashing sword with his arms like a lever while throwing his spear at the same time. An orc warrior who was about to touch it was suddenly flew by the magic spear. Through his chest, he died instantly.
In the next moment, Zhu Peng slashed diagonally with a sword-drawing posture. Compared to Gayber, it was a single/two-handed sword like the King's Sword, which was more suitable for single-handed masters.
Different from the large army hedging of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people in ancient China, the scale of battle in Faerun Continent is relatively small. Coupled with the infinite height of personal strength, the master will not only have extremely high combat effectiveness, Moreover, the combat performance of the generals even determines the direction of the war and the morale of the enemy and our army.
The main general of the orc is a legendary swordsman. He has the strength to slay Zhu Peng off his horse with one sword. The cultivation base is no longer weak. Of course, he is also bullying Zhu Peng who has been fighting for three consecutive days and nights in the Desperate Plain. It succeeded in the surprise attack, but it also carried the wounds left over from the fighting on its own body. Strictly speaking, the sword gambling just now meant a lot.
Zhu Peng is an elf, he is striving to take the initiative with his flexible pace, switching angles, the orc leader is already injured, and he is a heavy armored swordsman, he will fight and retreat, but the slightly narrow pupils are filled with a kind of beast hunting. Sensitive and fierce, the long swords of the two sides are separated at once. The orc master only feels that the sword he slashed out is like encountering a vortex in the sea. It may be swayed open at any time to expose the empty door. Therefore, it has to Retreat, return later in exchange for space and time to defend with the sword.
It’s just that during this process, Zhu Peng’s physical stamina was consumed more, his footwork was constantly changing, he was constantly looking for new angles of impact, and he was fighting high-intensity on the battlefield for three days and three nights. Even the dragon should feel tired. .
Finally, the orc master seemed to step on the corpse in the process of retreating, and his figure was slightly unstable. At this moment, Zhu Peng caught the opportunity and rushed forward. The orc master hurriedly slashed the weak sword, but After being swept away by Zhu Peng's sword, the heavy horse-cutting sword was thrown away, but at this desperate moment, a sneer burst into the corner of the orc's mouth.
(Success, the victory or defeat is at this moment!) A sharp dagger fell in his hand, the orc master did not hold the horse-cutting sword at all, and when the elf king swept away his sword with that whirlpool-like strange swordsmanship, There will be a momentary gap in the return of the sword to counterattack, and the orc master intends to use this moment of swordsmanship to complete the fight against death with a dagger.
However, when it raised its head and swung its dagger, it felt hot in its chest...Two quaint dark red daggers tore the armor first and pierced his chest.
"One of the three major illusions in life: I can fight back! But the problem is, I've seen your style of play many times." Sweat dripped on his cheeks, and Zhu Peng panted while letting the opponent die. Orcs are indeed a relatively rich warrior race among the Falun hundreds of races, and they are good at defeating the strong with the weak. However, they can't talk about having rich combat experience in front of Zhu Peng, let alone be good at defeating the strong with the weak.
After Zhu Peng swung his sword to cut off the head of the orc sword master, the crazy orc finally collapsed and retreated. The elves and half-elves on the battlefield roared and shouted: "My King Suodo!"
The Great Elf King is indeed not a position suitable for appearing in a world with gods, but when the stars fall, it can indeed regain the morale of the people. At this moment, Zhu Peng deeply understands that Angus is hosting himself. The significance of the enthronement ceremony.
In this century of darkness, where the gods are silent, for a hundred years, the elves need a powerful king!
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"My lord Corellon-Larixin!"
"You are the King of War, you are the Lord of Hosts, and you are the protector of the elves!"
"Your humble believer Berchali Nosadiq prays for your response! ... I pray that you will grant magic to help the elves race! ... Orcs, humans, and dark drows are forming a coalition attacking our city! ... Without magic... we have suffered heavy losses!"
"Great Lord!"
"Your humble believer prays for your help!... The blood of the elves is being slaughtered, you are the protector of the elves!"
"My lord Corylon-Larisine! Oh, my lord Corylon-Larisine...please have mercy on your blood." The sound of prayer gradually turned into a cry. In the solemn and magnificent temple, a person was wearing The elf in the white robe knelt before losing the idol of Shenghui, crying bitterly.
In the human world similar to the Middle Ages, the speed of message transmission is very slow. Even if there is faint news as Shenghui weakens, for diehard believers, if you dare to "humiliate" their gods, they also directly dig holes. Buried your impulse.
It is difficult to become a high-level pastor without a strong and persistent belief, but sometimes, this belief will indeed become a mist that obscures the eyes.
"Charlie, why are you still here? The frontline needs warriors. The orcs once again launched a charge. All grown-up men must take up weapons and fight on the frontline." A man in armor walked into the temple, low and hoarse. The voice echoed in the room.
The white-robed elves kneeling and praying did not pay attention to him.
"His Majesty Larixin is dead. It is of no use for you to kneel and die here." As he said, the man in armor walked towards the idol, and the next moment he waved his one-handed hammer to the "Elven Patron God". The stone statue of Ruilun Larixin was smashed to pieces.
"...What are you doing!?" There has been no movement, but Charlie Nosadiq, who knelt there and prayed silently, got up like crazy at this moment. He rushed to the armored man, that hideous. The look in his eyes was terrifying, as if to eat people.
"Very good expression, but wouldn't it be better to deal with orcs, humans, and drows?" As he said, the armored man pushed up his visor, revealing a very old cheek.
"Charlie, I am your baptist, your chief priest, and your predecessor. I have served your Majesty all my life, and the respect for him is not inferior to you... But your Majesty Larixian carries the will of the guardian spirit, open it With your eyes, look at the women and children crowded in the temple. We are a priest. Your Majesty is dead. Have you lost the faith that protects women and children and the weak?"
"The reason why the gods are gods is their will, not these stone-carved things." With the roar of his teacher, Charlie looked back in a daze, but saw the woman supported outside the temple. And children, if the city falls, if they fall into the hands of orcs, humans, or drow, dying immediately may be the easiest end.
"Remember when you asked me when you were young, why the priest should learn combat skills? I told you at the time that it was to protect your majesty's glory at the last moment... Now this time has come, put on your armor and pick up your nail head Hammer, fight for the last will of His Majesty Larixin!"
Part of the fierce battle in the city has even fallen. The elves and half-elves have to fight more violently and difficult street battles with the enemies who rushed into the city. This is different from the battles in the cold war era on Earth. Even the Han nationality against the Huns, There is also a lower limit of humanity that is lower than the wheel, but in the race for hegemony in the Falun continent, worthless babies and young children will be stabbed on spears or used as rations. If adult men and women do not Being killed will never be because of kindness, but only because of value.
Without the advantage of defending the city, it is more difficult for the elves to deal with strong orcs, large numbers of humans, and drow warriors with superb martial skills during street fighting.
It’s just that every time when the front line collapses, there will be elven priests wearing heavy armor and holding a mace. They are better equipped and firm-willed. Even if the drow warrior cuts off their arm with a single knife, they will thigh the opponent’s thigh as a companion. It is precisely because of these priests who inherited the guardian will that the line of defense in the street fighting area has never collapsed. Of course, this was also because after the city was broken, the three forces began to mistrust each other and were unwilling to pay more casualties.
In the face of a momentary stalemate, some vicious humans came up with crooked tricks. They captured some half-elves and elf girls who wanted to abuse them in front of the defensive elves. Their white bodies were played and scratched like toys. The cries of the girls only stimulated the tyrannical madness of the demons around them.
Because of this kind of tactics, a group of defensive half-elves and elven warriors really rushed out with blood through their pupils. As a result, they were instantly torn apart by the weapons coming up around them. They couldn't defend the city, and the street fighting was just a stalemate. , Of course, it is more difficult to rush out. This is not a battle result that can be changed with a moment of courage.
"Beautiful women, you should take good pity in your arms. Ugly orcs should be expelled to the wasteland to suffer. Disgusting humans, kill them all... Anyway, these guys are like weeds. One piece will soon be another piece that grows crazy." With the whispering that almost enveloped half of the city, the few human soldiers who were insulting the elf girl were cut off in rows by a wind blade, and a spring of blood spewed out in an instant. , The next moment the robes on their bodies were torn apart, covering the red boys in the center.
It’s not that I’m too deeply involved in the drama. I really think of myself as an elf. After all, Zhu Peng’s deity is human, but humans are also divided into different planes. They have been educated by the universal morality of the 21st century for a long time. There was no objection to the killing, but for the soldiers so insulted the defenseless women and children, it made him feel that the other party had lost the most basic sense of honor of the soldiers. Perhaps this kind of psychology in this era is a kind of moral hygiene, but it is quite in line with Zhu Peng. The identity of the elf king at this time.
The lingering sword aura whistled around him like a tornado, tearing the surrounding enemies apart. At this moment, Zhu Peng is not in another battlefield. He is full of energy today, and he is full of energy for the middle and lower ranks. The warrior, just controlling the magical sword aura of the whole body, is wanton slaughter on one side.
The power of the eastern elves on the Faerun continent radiates to the surroundings with the sanctuary forest as the core. Therefore, there are also cities and villages where elves and half elves live together. Since this time, Zhu Peng has led the elven cavalry forces in the south and north wars, guarding The city is protecting the migration of civilians. Just half a month ago, he joined forces with dwarves and humans to sniper the orc army in a plain. After a short break, he helped here again. Zhu Peng, who had already recovered halfway, took the lead and came here. This is a city named "Mocas".
Holding the sword in his right hand, holding the scabbard in his left hand, his figure shuttled across the sword, and soon large swaths of blood overflowed under his feet. Zhu Peng almost trampled on the corpse to rescue the elven strongholds one after another. It is not like here. In the Great Plains of Despair, the elite of the orcs gathered and reached almost 100,000 people, and it was also a street battle with complex terrain. From the beginning of the shot to the collapse of the enemy's coalition morale, Zhu Peng hardly felt much pressure.
The left hand holding the scabbard horizontally pushed forward, and a row of more than 20 orc warriors with axe and shield were almost blown up. Humans have begun to rout, and the drows are shrinking. At present, only the orcs are still maintaining their fighting spirit. , The simple mind sometimes wins unexpected victories for them, but sometimes it makes them more unnecessary casualties.
"So protecting this place, is there any important person in it?" The cyan sword air vortex centered on the sword of the king shrank slightly, and Zhu Peng strode into the church building.
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In the deep cathedral, the dilapidated door was blasted open by Zhu Peng. Although the Elf King is not the exclusive advanced profession of the Swordmaster, the natural domain's bonus to sword aura is still quite high, even quite compatible. Zhu Peng's water-wood-holding pill attribute, after his success, Zhu Peng felt a sense of dust floating even in the battlefield. This immortal phenomenon was mistaken by the elves for the personal style of the Elf King Suoduo... The cognition is not wrong, because the entire Faerun Continent may have only one example of Zhu Peng's successful holding of pill since history and even in the future.
After the invasion and occupation of the Wizarding World, the old page is turned, and history is about to open a new era.
In the depths of the cathedral, a slender woman was looking up at the tall idol. After hearing the noise behind her, she turned slightly to one side, revealing a beautiful cheek with distinctive drow characteristics.
"In the Battle of the Desperate Plains, Master Inanimate Sword King killed one hundred thousand orcs and drove 37 tribes back to the wilderness. Haven't your murderousness been restored? The remaining species on earth: Zhu Peng!" When he said this, strange rays of light radiated from the eyes of this elf, and the mental power was launched, as if a siege hammer hit Zhu Peng's mind.
At the same moment, on both sides of Zhu Peng, there was a man in gray robes holding a spiral bone spear, and a human warrior holding a sword in both hands launched an assault at him at the same time. Many spells were simultaneously covered on the body of the elf, surrounded by magic circles. Many of these technologies do not even belong to Phelan.
Although those magic array traps can only restrain the demigod elf king for a moment, they are enough. The bone spear of the gray-robed man and the long sword of the human warrior slashed on Zhu Peng's body almost at the same time. The moment the smile on the face of the elf witch bloomed, Zhu Peng's body suddenly shattered and turned into a halo of mixed colors.
In the next moment, Zhu Peng's real body just walked in from the entrance of the cathedral.
The natural domain ability makes Zhu Peng highly compatible with the surrounding nature, the attribute increase perception is doubled, the magic resistance is increased, but it is a perceptual interference for other people. Therefore, Zhu Peng blasted the door with his sword aura. The three of them had a cognitive illusion, and they rushed to launch a long-awaited joint attack, but they blasted on the air phantom.
Seemingly ill, brought a bunch of phantoms to the gray-robed man and the human warrior to get close, swinging the sword diagonally, the two of them crashed and threw away like they were hit by a cannonball, with various defensive formations and strengths around them. The field collapsed, and even the human warrior was embedded in the wall, wounded and vomiting blood.
And the drow was deceived close by a flower in front of her eyes. Zhu Peng instantly pressed one hand on her throat, and slammed it against the wooden cabinet in front of the idol with a flick of his arm. The drow only felt The bones of his whole body were broken in an instant, but his body's many defensive spells and life-saving equipment were all suppressed by the domain power, and none of them were stimulated.
The bright blade of the King's Sword pressed against the female elf's left eye, and Dora the Shadow Sorceress gasped and stared at Zhu Peng's eyes, and found that the man's eyes were really full of interest in piercing it down!
"...Cough cough, the martial arts combat power of His Highness Wusheng really is not comparable to those of us, and the shadow spy wizard Akali-Dora admires it."
"Obviously knowing that the elves of Faerun Continent are covered by me, and you dare to form a coalition to fight over. It really embarrass me... Do you know how miserable the person who didn't give me face last time died?" Accompanied by the words, the bright and sharp tip of the King's Sword slowly pressed down, piercing into Dora's left eye, blood spreading and flowing, but the drow wizard did not dare to move.
"Wusheng, don't forget our mission~EbookFREE.me~ During this period of time, you have rescued the elven gods everywhere. The above are already very dissatisfied with you. Now you are hurting your colleagues. Are you really planning to betray your Majesty?" A human warrior clutched his chest and vomited blood and buckled his hat. As a result, he looked up and saw Zhu Peng slamming a sword gas with his hand. He rolled to one side and dodged with an explosion, looking at the wall that was directly penetrated. The Advent of the Bourbon knew that he almost died just now.
"How can I do things? If you don't need these stray fishes to point out, you are not satisfied with me? After returning to the wizarding world, I will personally ask who is not satisfied with me." When the words came to this, Zhu Peng drew his sword. With an eyeball on the tip of the sword, the next moment he raised his foot and kicked Akali Dora into the rock wall.
"As for the three of you, each of you left me an artifact or five pieces of legendary equipment, or you will die here. You are welcome to continue to fight the city of the elves next time, and you are welcome to continue to say hello in this way next time. …Recently, I’m tired of killing the natives of Faerun. I miss the pleasure of killing five hundred spy shadows back then.
Muttered, but the other three people present shudder, knowing that the Unborn Sword King is terrible, but only true After contacting, I knew how terrifying this man was.
Twenty minutes later, Zhu Peng walked out of the cathedral with the harvest of the trip. Only one artifact was harvested and it was auxiliary. The other two gave a total of ten pieces of equipment and news equivalent to the legend.
The relationship between The Wizarding World is quite complicated, both collaboration and competition. The three of them are not really trying to point out Zhu Peng’s way of doing things, but to provide a plan to hunt down the powerful divine power... …The initial siege and raid can only be regarded as a special greeting. It is impossible for the Wusheng Sword King to be unable to stop an attack of this level. If it can't stop it, then death will die.
Ps: These two chapters are not well written, and we are trying to adjust