Game of the World Tree

The elves of the Elf Forest have a legendary queen of crypt spiders!

This matter is no longer a secret among the high-ranking orcs.

In the actions of the Elf Legion in the past ten days, this terrifying crypt spider has appeared frequently.

Although it did not directly attack the orcs, it repeatedly emerged from the ground, directly destroying the walls of the orc tribes, causing many tribes' magical defense barriers to fail before they could function...

It can be said that the elves can easily break through the stronghold of the orcs, and this crypt spider played at least one-third of the role!

And without a doubt...

This time, it must be the crypt spider who has shot again!

I am afraid that it entered the underground like the previous action, and opened up the underground passages to the various tribes!

And those reduced elves probably bypassed Sandstorm City in this way and directly invaded the Orc tribe behind!

Thinking of this, the oracle king Bazin's mood became even heavier.

As a gold professional, he is all too aware of the horror of a legendary monster.

This crypt spider is simply invincible underground!

In front of it, the ordinary orc tribe is like a piece of paper...

Unless it is a complete defensive barrier like Sandstorm City, otherwise, no one under the demigod can stop its rampage underground.

"Damn...how did the elves conquer such beasts?! If I remember correctly, the crypt spiders are extremely arrogant, and they can't tolerate being driven by a weaker existence than themselves!"

"It can't be... the one from the Forest of Spirits directly surrendered, right?"

Bazin's face was gloomy.

Of course, everything has flaws.

If there's one thing Bazin is happy about, it's that crypt spiders are so terrified of sunlight...

If they fight on the ground, their combat effectiveness will be drastically reduced.

Otherwise, facing a legion with legendary monsters, the Oracle King Bazin really doesn't know how to deal with it without the support of a legendary powerhouse...

With this thought in mind, the half-orc king has already made a decision in his heart.

Can't go on like this!

If the elves are allowed to act, I am afraid that the surrounding tribes will suffer!

We must send troops. The number of elves in the army is not as good as our own. As long as they are eliminated, a legendary monster who fears the sun will not be able to cause too much harm to the half-orc tribe on the surface...

Thinking of this, Bazin looked solemn, and ordered to the left and right:

"The order goes on, all the legions are ready, take a day off, gather the troops tomorrow morning, and launch an active attack on the elves!"

However, just after Bazin gave the order, an old voice stopped his messenger:

"Your Majesty, no!"

Bazin turned his head, his expression became more and more gloomy:

"why?"

"High priest, you have to give me a reason! The tribes around us are not a small number! Are you letting the elves wreak havoc?!"

Bazin growled.

It was the new chief priest of the Orcs who stopped him!

Seeing Bazin's suppressed anger face, the high priest sighed.

He drew a bow symbol on his chest, and then said frantically:

"This... is the oracle of the Father God!"

"Father God has sensed the familiar fluctuations of divine power on the side of the elves. The one from the forest of elves... is likely to have come. Therefore, the army must not move at will until we complete the mission of the true god!"

When the Oracle King heard this, his expression was gloomy and uncertain.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"But, those tribes around..."

"Your Majesty!"

The High Priest interrupted Bazin.

He slowly shook his head and said meaningfully:

"Some sacrifices are necessary for the Father's plan."

"The future of the orcs is ultimately bound to God the Father. As long as God the Father can become strong enough, even if there is only one of us orcs left, there is still a way to rise!"

"Father... is our future!"

The chief high priest looked serious and firm.

And then, he added:

"Of course, the news of the elves attacking other tribes must be kept secret from the residents of the city and the various legions for the time being, so as not to shake the hearts of the army..."

Sandstorm City is a nearby central city, and it is inextricably linked with the surrounding orc tribes. Many city residents, as well as soldiers stationed in the army, their hometowns are even these tribes...

If you let them know, that's not good.

Bazin and him looked at each other for three minutes, and finally sighed:

"Hey……"

"Then... just wait."

...

The Orc executives finally made the decision to wait.

It's just that without the support of the half-orc army, the activities of the elves are more presumptuous...

In the next three days, several bad news came into Sandstorm City one after another.

Several other orc tribes located behind Sandstorm City were also attacked.

Like the previous two tribes, the elves still emerged directly from the soil. They were so powerful that they easily destroyed these tribes...

In just a few days, eight tribes have been pulled out by the elf army around Sandstorm City.

The minimum number of these tribes is 3,000, the largest is as high as 7,000, and the total population is close to 50,000...

Even if the Oracle King Bazin had expected such a loss, he still couldn't sit still.

"The output of the tribes around Sandstorm City accounts for nearly one-third of the entire Death Desert... If this continues, even if we win, I am afraid that it will be stagnant for at least 20 years!"

He said to the high priest worriedly again.

"Your Majesty! Forbearance! At this time... we must endure! The final winner must belong to us!"

The high priest comforted with a solemn expression.

However, his slightly trembling beard also shows that his heart is not as calm as it appears...

However, even this apparent calm did not last long.

Because after a few days, the news of the elves destroying the surrounding tribes finally spread in the city...

And along with it, there is also the decision of the top orcs to stand still.

Not only that……

When the news intensified, it eventually turned into a rumor

The high-level Orcs are afraid of the elf army. In order to delay the attack of the elves, they gave up other Orc tribes!

The upper echelons of the Orcs... have fallen!

They become selfish and cold-blooded, cruel and timid!

When this rumor spread, Sandstorm City, which was still somewhat stable, suddenly fell into a commotion!

Even the troops stationed there were a bit chaotic...

Orcs fear the strong.

They... despise cowards!

"Bastard! Which guy leaked it! Who spread the rumor!"

Looking at the information in his hand, Bazin looked angry.

And the orc soldiers who delivered the message could only kneel on the ground, trembling and afraid to speak.

This time, even the Chief High Priest standing aside fell silent.

His face was also very ugly.

Because these rumors are getting more and more outrageous, and now there is still a hint of a clue to the true god, there are voices in the city saying... This is God Father's plan to abandon some orcs!

Although...not inherently wrong, there are some things that should never be said, because it can seriously affect the faith!

"It can't go on like this! If it goes on like this, I'm afraid we don't need the elves to take action, and our side will be lively!"

Bazin said in a low voice.

The high priest also gritted his teeth:

"Damn... how did it leak out?!"

And at this time, new news reached the ears of the two orc executives...

"Report! Your Majesty, High Priest! We have caught the criminal who spread the rumors!"

said the half-orc warrior of the order.

Bazin's expression froze, and then he said angrily:

"who is it?!"

"It's not our people, but the black market merchants in the underground world who came to do business!"

The soldier replied.

"merchant?!"

The Oracle King Bazin and the Chief High Priest were stunned at the same time.

"That's right! And... after we tortured, we heard more news from them!"

"It's the elves... who made them spread rumors in Sandstorm City at a high price!"

Elf? !

The Oracle King Bazin was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became angry:

"Despicable! Shameless...!"

However, the half-orc soldier's words are still not finished:

"Not only that... we also inquired about some elves' information!"

Spiritual information?

Bazin narrowed his eyes, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said:

"What is it?"

"The elves... seem to be buying magic materials everywhere, and according to black market merchants... those materials seem to be used to build the teleportation circle!"

Teleportation Array?

The Oracle King Bazin frowned.

"They want to build a teleportation circle? Impossible, right? His Majesty the Father has banned space teleportation..."

he muttered to himself.

However, he stopped halfway through his words.

I saw his body suddenly tense, and his face turned from red to white, from white to blue...

He clenched his fists, sweat beads began to float on his forehead, and his eyes became more solemn than ever...

At this moment, he seemed to understand something, and his expression changed slightly.

Then Bazin approached the chief high priest.

At the same time, he found that the chief high priest was also looking at him.

The expressions of the two are almost identical...

"These damn, sly long ears!"

They cursed almost in unison.