Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 389 Brilliant Moment
Xia Houyan sat on a folding chair, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

The zombie shamans standing in line in front of him suddenly spoke in unison, and sang the penultimate movement "Defending the Lion Heart River" of the "Lion Heart River Cantata" that the lord had tampered with from "Yellow River Cantata".

Amidst the singing of "The Dusty Mountains are ten thousand zhang high, and the tea leaves are ripe in the northeast of the wasteland", a certain unscrupulous lord closed his eyes intoxicated, and his demeanor was quite artistic.

——Now, five days have passed since the group of Shuangfengling bums discovered the shocking secret behind a piece of red cloth.

The tense confrontation between the "Scourge Legion (pseudo)" occupying the Temple of Blood and the "Pride of War God" division that surrounded the Temple is still ongoing.

And the members of the Frost Maple Ridge Expeditionary Force, who were joyful and chatting and laughing at the beginning of the occupation, are now ashamed and mournful:

No way, anyone who ate blood tofu for five consecutive days would feel so depressed.

Among all the people, probably only Calvino, the master of spiritual songs, who is keen on archaeology, is still full of enthusiasm as always, copying and translating the inscriptions on the walls of the temple day and night-for this elf magister, this is very important. The first expedition to a foreign land with the army has undoubtedly become a once-in-a-lifetime archaeological research trip.

But no matter how boring life in the temple is, the Frost Maple Ridge Expeditionary Army still has to hold their noses and continue to occupy the cesspit of the Blood Temple:

After all, the federal orcs who were ridden by a group of "rebels" in the sacred place of war would only be [-] times more anxious than them.

Sometimes, the so-called "confrontation" is about who can't sit still first.

So, in order to add a little fun to the monotonous life, Xia Houyan has been busy training the zombie shaman for the past two days, hoping to make the daily propaganda campaign on the terrace more impressive.

And this batch of corpse materials perfectly embodies the superiority of his profession during his lifetime:
The orc shaman of the Glorious Federation, the most important job every day is to sing battle songs. The so-called "shaman" can be said to be a business that relies entirely on its voice;
The result is that even after being resurrected as zombies, these shamans can sing very loudly. Compared with Dave, the zombie bell-ringing clock on the tower of Vincent Palace, it is a world of difference. :
In just five days, Xia Houyan had already taught this group of zombie shamans a whole set of "Lionheart River Cantata" suite, an entire album of "Rock and Roll on the Road to New Territory", plus one hand biting flint good job.

Now, the zombie broadcast on the terrace of the temple is completely free of repetitions every day!

At the end of the game, Xia Houyan even wanted to spend his precious spell quota, resurrect this group of zombie shamans permanently, and then bring them back to Shuangfengling as an art troupe. It is no problem at all to make a dignified debut of "Shuangfengling 48".

And today's rehearsal was as smooth as before.

Seeing that the entire "Lion Heart River Cantata" suite has been rehearsed, Xia Houyan picked up the director's microphone rolled out of paper, and was about to give instructions to the zombie actors under him, when he suddenly saw Chris, the deputy commander of Igor's pioneering army. Mann hurried over.

"My lord!" Chris saluted, and reported solemnly, "The orcs outside, there is movement today!"

……

Through the lens barrel of the dark moon glazed telescope, Xia Houyan saw that the blood-red military flag of "Pride of the God of War", which had been silent for a long time, once again bloomed in the wind of the Great Plains of Dolores.

Under the fluttering military flag, the orc sergeants who had been scattered around the temple had lined up again.

In the hands of the orc soldiers in the front row, in addition to the long knives and battle axes that Xia Houyan was familiar with, there were additional large square shields that were as tall as a man. The metal surface of the shields was overflowing with light blue elemental glimmer.

At the rear of the infantry formation, the "Flesh and Flesh" chariots with teeth and claws have already started. These monsters made of steel are breathing out steam while brewing blazing flames in their barrels.

Wyverns roared in the air, and the orc shaman's encouraging war song echoed in the air.

This time, the momentum of the orc soldiers seemed to be a lot more exciting than the charge and attack ten days ago.

Xia Houyan moved the lens barrel of the dark moon glazed telescope away from his eyes, frowned and asked:
"Here... what is the large metal shield in the hands of those orc infantry? It seems to have elemental power?"

Master Laurie, who is a professional counterpart on the issues of elements and magic, hastily took the binoculars from the boss, and shrank to observe the enemy's situation.

Given that they are currently on the top terrace of the Blood Temple, the chief mage of Frost Maple Ridge seems to be quite afraid of being targeted by orc archers-even when investigating the enemy's situation, Master Laurie tried his best to put himself His body is hidden behind a zombie shaman, with only a tortoise-like head exposed for looking into the distance.

Master Laurie's ostrich style has successfully won the disdainful eyes of many pioneering men.

However, individuality is individuality. In terms of magic-related professions, Master Laurie, who is well-informed, has never disappointed the lord.

Master Laurie held up the binoculars, just glanced at the large shields of the orc infantry, and then muttered:

"These shields seem to be made of some kind of demon-repelling metal, probably specially designed to resist the battle songs of our zombie shamans. I remember that the death squad 'Rose Brigades' of the Eastern Army of the Empire was also equipped with similar armor so that they could charge On the front line of the battlefield where magic damage is dense."

"So they are afraid of the carpet bombing of our Thunderbolt Warsong." Xia Houyan nodded, and took the binoculars from Master Laurie, "However, in my impression, the so-called 'demon-repelling metal' is not Is it specially used to counter magic attacks? Is it also effective against war songs?"

"Of course." Master Laurie shrugged, "According to the knowledge of our magician academic community, whether it's the spells cast with Aeolian ancient runes, the battle songs sung by orc shamans, or the dark moon priests of the demon race, Mysteries are essentially manipulating the elemental power in the plane, and as long as it is elemental power, it will be quickly weakened when it comes into contact with the magic-repelling metal——My lord, when you were in the school city, didn't you talk about this? Knowledge class?"

Xia Houyan responded with a blank stare.

"But even though they configured, ah, anti-war song shields, this thing can't completely eliminate, ah, eliminate elemental damage... Even if you use these magic-repelling metals, ah, make a fat boy armor, ah , Could it be possible to survive the intensive magic bombardment? Laughing!" Eldridge, a professional in the Eastern Army, pointed at Jiang Shandao coquettishly, "I say, ah, only magic can knock down armor , if the magic fails to kill these beasts, there is only, ah, one reason, that is, there is not enough magic, ah, not enough!"

"Then our elemental power is really enough." Xia Houyan turned his head and looked at the group of zombie shamans who were broadcasting across the city on the terrace.

In addition to these hard-working wage earners, there are several zombie shaman reserve teams downstairs in the temple:

Should it be said that the Temple of Blood is worthy of being the holy place of the God of War belief? Over the past few days, the occupying forces of Shuangfeng Ridge have searched mountains and seas in the temple and found nearly a hundred dead orc shamans.

A hundred shamans, placed on the whole continent, are enough elemental power to deter any force—even dead zombie shamans.

Xia Houyan reminisces about the past, remembering that Shuangfengling was a magical desert with only two or three magicians in the whole territory, but now his subordinates actually control a shaman composed of nearly a hundred people in addition to the "Northern Blizzard Mage Group". team...

The vicissitudes of the world have changed, and a certain unscrupulous lord can't help but feel a little emotional.

Compared to Master Laurie and Eldridge, two idlers who were busy discussing magic wars, the two pioneer commanders, Juan Clement and Chris Mann, were dedicated to their duties and kept paying attention Enemy across the street.

"My lord, it seems that the orcs can't sit still." Chris pointed to the orderly line of orcs at the end of the temple street, "It seems that they really want to rush again this time..."

"Faith is a weapon, and faith is also poison..." Xia Houyan said with a chuckle, "If the two sides switch positions, and the Holy Light Cathedral in our imperial capital is occupied by orcs... won't you be able to sit still?"

All of Shuangfengling's wretches rolled their eyes wildly.

"If the Holy Light Cathedral is occupied, then I will roast a delicious suckling pig to honor the Pope." Chris Mann curled his lips.

"I bake two," Eldridge added.

Xia Houyan could tell that these people were really tired of eating blood tofu.

"So..." He stretched out his finger, tapped on the marble railing with the statue of the apostle of the God of War, and pondered, "They should still mainly charge infantry, and those 'blood and blood disaster' chariots are at best a scare Human deterrence - it is impossible for the orcs to actually use siege weapons to bomb the Holy Land."

The lord's judgment won the nods of approval from the boys.

"So, are all the defensive measures ready?" Xia Houyan turned his head and asked.

"It's all ready!" Clement replied respectfully, "My lord, all the measures you ordered have been taken, and the news has been sent out through Master Laurie's Achilles Magic Cube and Winter Embrace Pigeon... …Now, we just have to wait for the orcs to attack."

"Okay, then wait!" Xia Houyan smiled, and slumped into the reclining chair behind him, "What does an ancient imperial proverb say?" All human wisdom is contained in two words: waiting and waiting. Hope 'ah!"

All the natives of the empire racked their brains, but they couldn't figure out where this "ancient imperial proverb" came from.

The lord didn't care about dropping a foreign bookbag at all, he waved his hand and said:

"But at the moment of the war, the atmosphere doesn't seem right... order down, let the group of zombie shamans change their discs!"

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"The song they sang...why is it different from before?" At the other end of the Temple Street, an adjutant of the "Pride of the God of War" put down the binoculars in his hand and looked at his colleagues around him in amazement.

At this moment, what reverberates over Bloodthorn City is no longer the moving tune of "We Are the World", but replaced by a passionate and magnificent "Bloodthorn Song"—the zombie shamans on the terrace, He is complaining hoarsely about the evil deeds and tyranny of the Orc Federation, calling on all the sons and daughters of the God of War to pursue freedom:
"Go forward, sons and daughters of the god of war, rise up quickly!
The hour of glory has come!
Overbearing tyranny against us,

The blood-stained banner has been raised!

Behold, on Temple Street,

Ferocious soldiers are roaring!
They exploit your property,

They lied to your brother!

Take up arms, citizens of Bloodthorn!
Organize, allies of the Scourge!

go ahead!go ahead!
The filthy blood of tyrants,

Will irrigate the land of the plains of Dolores! "

Amidst the passionate tune, even many officers of the "Pride of the God of War" who were not determined enough could not help but look around in a daze, feeling an urge to put down their weapons and raise their hands to surrender.

However, there are only a few orcs who are free to listen to songs.

More orc officers still clustered around General Durst Lone Stone, discussing fiercely about the plan to attack the Blood Temple.

——After that disastrous failure ten days ago, today is the last chance for "Pride of the God of War" to justify itself.Today, this elite team of the Federation not only wants to recapture the holy land that belongs to the God of War, but also must pay the smallest price to win the battle!
Only then can General Durst Lone Stone, with a clear conscience, use the heads of the rebels from the "Scourge Legion" to comfort the orc shaman masters in the temple and the spirits of the soldiers who died in battle!
Therefore, this time, the "Pride of the God of War" must not be as reckless as it was ten days ago; they must come up with a meticulous and efficient attack plan!

Now, there is a senior federal staff officer wearing a wolfskin military cap who just came from the north to support Bloodthorn City. While drawing a line on the map of Bloodthorn City with a charcoal pencil, he pointed out in a hurry:

"General Lone Stone, it is completely irrational to attack the Blood Temple from the front! I understand that now with those 'Unicorn Shields' that have just arrived, the damage that 'Saiyatis Thunderbolt' can do is already gone." It is much smaller, but the frontal attack will still be covered by the enemy's firepower! At present, the best plan is to feign a frontal attack and then sneak attack from the side!"

General Durst Lone Stone, who has put on a heavy steel armor and can go to the front line to fight at any time, narrowed his eyes behind his thick steel helmet:

"Oh? What kind of sneak attack?"

The face of the senior staff officer has been stained with a strong war fanaticism:

"General! I have brought an elite assassin team from the north, and I have found out the underground waterway of Bloodthorn City from the city lord! Once the Blood Temple starts to attack, this assassin team will pass through the underground sewer of Bloodthorn City, Quietly enter the alley on the east side of the temple, and then take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and enter the temple from the side! General, you don't understand the principle of capturing the thief first, as long as you can kill that man' Master Ner'zhul, then all the undead, zombies, and skeletons outside will instantly disintegrate! This is the most efficient and reasonable attack plan!"

General Durst Lone Stone pondered for a moment, nodded and said:
"That makes sense. But is the assassin team you brought with you sure to be able to complete the task of beheading and assassinating that 'Master Ner'zhul'?"

Upon hearing this, the senior staff officer immediately thumped his chest loudly:

"General, don't worry, there is not a magician on the mainland who can escape the blade of our 'Masyaf Squad'! I assure you, if this plan fails to kill that son of a bitch 'Master Ner'zhul' , I'll come to see you!"

(End of this chapter)