Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 311 Chapter [-] Come, Sweet Death
For hundreds of years, the Land of Broken Soul has not been completely surveyed and mapped, so no one has the time to give every river and mountain here a warm name.

Even the name of the territory "Frost Maple Ridge" is an ancient place name that was dug out from the pile of old papers by the imperial etiquette officials before the Igor family moved.

You know, the last time the empire confiscated land in this dead wasteland to build princes, the grandfathers of this generation hadn't even been born yet, so who knows what the name of the new territory on the land of cracking souls should be.

In the same way, apart from a few important landmarks, these wild mountains and barren slopes around the Land of Splitting Souls have never had names;

——Even the "Phoenix Terrace", "Tongque Terrace" and "Cat Heart River" in the Shuangfengling area were named after the establishment of the territory, and belonged to the crystallization of the wisdom of the lord and the people.

However, in just a few years, the small valley where the "Hammer of Purgatory" division of the Glorious Federation is currently stationed will get a name that shines through the annals of history because of this classic battle - "Red River Valley"!
——Take the meaning of blood flowing into a river and a piece of bright red.

But, among the people of Shuangfengling who are most adept at taking pleasure in other people's misfortunes, this place has a common name that is more popular among the people:

Big grave!
The reason is simple: if you look from south to north, this valley is just sandwiched by the hills on the east and west sides. It really looks like a cross-section of a dug grave!

It stands to reason that whoever puts the camp in such a place during the war basically waits to be bullied by the enemy from the back slope to the top of the mountain, and then takes advantage of the reverse slope to condescend and pour down firepower with cheese sandwiched between two breads!
Although the orcs' tactics are rough and reckless, the officers of "Hammer of Purgatory" are not free to eat, and no one would usually set up camp in such a goddamn suffocating place;
However, the unaccustomed "Hammer of Purgatory" orcs must find a place to escape the blizzard!

Due to the lack of vegetation and severe climate changes, the airflow on the wasteland has always been known for its changeable and unpredictable wind direction;
As a result, if you want to avoid the blizzard, it is not enough to find a single leeward hillside—maybe it is safe in the first half of the night, but when the wind direction changes in the second half of the night, the storm will go against the hillside towards you. Scroll is back!

Therefore, the orcs of "Hammer of Purgatory" had to choose this mountain valley with barriers from east to west, as a haven for the army to camp and rest.

It was only natural for Orc officers to do this:

The entire "Hammer of Purgatory" invasion was a surprise attack planned under top-secret conditions, and the process of them using secret passages to sneak across the Dust Mountain should not be known by any human beings——

——Since no one knows, why worry about the safety of camping?
It's important to take shelter from the wind, you guys!
It is precisely because of the high degree of trust in the top secret of the operation that the "Hammer of Purgatory" division did not even send sentries to the mountains on both sides: as we all know, the cold wind on the top of the mountain is the most bitter and piercing. After staying overnight, the sentinels of the "Hammer of Purgatory" might freeze their battle damage alive!

So that night, almost all the "Hammer of Purgatory" soldiers huddled in the warm valley nest.

There is a saying that when viewed horizontally, it becomes a ridge and a side becomes a peak, and the distance and height are different;

If viewed from the side, the entire orc division looks like a corpse buried in a pit;
And if you look down from the sky instead, what about the "Hammer of Purgatory" that trapped itself between two high mountains...

Like a living target for pure stupidity.

And the ghosts of the ancient elves released by the strategic treasure "Youyou Yellow Book" in Shuangfengling saw exactly such a scene.

Since ancient times, the orcs have not been the opponents of the elves. The Glorious Federation in the east of the mainland was able to rise quietly just by taking advantage of the disintegration and decline of the great elf empire.

And after thousands of years, the ghosts of the ancient elves, who were ruthlessly resurrected by the lord, actually seem to have a lot of experience in "dealing with the orcs":
The condescending ghost of the ancient elf did not swoop down and burst out the ghostly magic power in the spirit body like in the previous exercise, but slammed on the brakes after running a certain distance, just suspended over the valley, and then condensed a magic power around him. Countless deep-cold ice crystals soaked in the ghostly atmosphere shot towards the "Hammer of Purgatory" camp in the valley!
The poor "Hammer of Purgatory" orcs have been mentally weakened by the blizzard in the human territory for the past few days, so they didn't even notice the screams made by the ghosts of the ancient elves when they flew. Another gust of wind.

The price of this negligence is undoubtedly painful.

The pure magical strength of every ancient elf summoned by the master-level necromantic magic "Spiritualization" is enough to rival a serious high-level mage!
And the unlucky federal orcs, without knowing it or responding, were occupied by a full eighteen necromancers——

Although it is not as good as the B-52 and can't drop the little boy, this formation of "Yu You Huang Shu" can easily fire a round of magic cannons on the ground!

Countless magic ice crystals, like the sword of Damocles falling suddenly, fell fiercely towards the barracks on the east side of the orc camp, with sharp piercing sounds, screams of dead souls, and whispers of death. In the orc tent, a piece of ice crystals splashed everywhere, blood flowers bloomed, flags were broken, and mourning was everywhere!
Everything happened in an instant.

Some orcs were still packing their luggage in the tent, and their chests were pierced by the falling ice cone in an instant!

Some orcs were patrolling in the barracks when they heard the shattering sound of ice crystals falling to the ground not far away, and then they were knocked to the ground by a huge blade of ice, and then their legs and hands were severed in the second round of shooting. , Broken neck!
There are even more orcs who were chatting, farting, and laughing at Yanyan with their friends a second ago, but after a second, there is only a headless torso covered in ice slag, and the broken neck is still swollen. Arterial blood is nourishing one after another!

Three rounds, the low-altitude magical bombardment by the ghosts of the ancient elves only lasted for three short rounds;
In the first round, the neat and dotted orc tents turned into a mess of ruins;

In the second round, the ground of the valley covered with white snow was first completely smashed by the falling ice crystals, and then the ghost magic power contained in the ice crystals stained the ground with black magic energy pollution;

It wasn't until the third round that the horns of the orcs' enemy attack, the screams of countless orcs, the explosion of limbs and torso, and the flow of scorching blood, the symphony of all kinds of sounds shook the valley full of news of death. Sky!

Here, the god of death dances with the god of war, and the dead and ghosts live together!
On the other side of the high mountain on the west side, when the ferocious sound of copper horns crossed the mountain and pierced the eardrums, the artisans accompanying the advance team of the Igor Pioneering Army had already filled the special shells filled with "Fujimoto tree fuel" into the eardrums. into the magazine of the Cromwell Annihilator.

The east wind passed by, and the first round of red sun after the blizzard bloomed wantonly among the thick clouds in the land of broken souls.

The Duke of Shuangfengling, the "Chairman of the Southern Military Affairs" Xiahou official, unsheathed the command saber, and pointed at the sky obliquely, implying that within this day, the saber will not be sealed——

Thus, a ball of fire wrapped in flames drew a breathtakingly beautiful parabola in the air.

(End of this chapter)