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Chapter 92: Saving a King Easily
"Boom!"
Another corpse tumbled down the cliff, mixed with a large amount of floating snow and landed heavily next to the resting place of this temporary team.
Even though the cabin was soundproof, the team held their breath and waited quietly for the vultures, who were nowhere to be found, to drop corpses one after another.
After an unknown amount of time, the captain suddenly spoke up, "I wonder if you've ever heard this story: a young man was resting in a room on the second floor of a hotel. After entering the room, he took off his boots with two thuds. In the morning, he was complained by the guests downstairs, who claimed that the noise he made when he dropped his boots was too loud. That same day, the young man returned to the room and after dropping the first boot, he remembered his promise and carefully placed the second boot on the floor.
"The next day, the same guest knocked on the door again with red eyes: Why didn't you throw the second boot? I waited all night and there was no result!"
However, most people did not laugh with him. The wizard raised his head and asked, "Now, should we go up?"
What greeted them from above might be a small corpse-dumping team, or perhaps an entire army.
"Maybe we should use magic to detect it first?" said the captain.
The wizard sighed and said, "The problem now is that the orcs are clearly fighting among themselves. What I'm asking is, should we continue to advance? If the orcs are just preparing for war, then there's not much we can do except leave. But internal strife is something completely different."
Having said that, the team all looked at Drizzt Do'Urden at the same time.
The Kingdom of Many Arrows and Mithril Hall were so close that Mithril Hall could even be considered the kingdom's only neighbor. When it came to matters of this magnitude, they still needed Mithril Hall's advice.
"...In fact, the Kingdom of Many Arrows has a good relationship with Mithril Hall. The stable trade relationship that has lasted for a hundred years has never gone wrong." Trist hesitated and said.
"Well, let's be fair," the captain said. "We don't mind doing a little more, but if the extra work is beneficial to the employer, then we should get extra compensation."
"That's not a problem." Trist agreed straightforwardly.
As the king's most important friend and son-in-law, he was well aware of Mithril Hall's wealth. Even if the reward for a small group of adventurers were multiplied several times, it wouldn't be a burden at all. If this price could continue to ensure stability on the border, it would be a very good deal.
"So be it," the wizard sighed pessimistically. "Hopefully we can return safe and sound, and hopefully these orcs can get louder... Clairaudience!"
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"This is the last batch for today."
The atmosphere among the orc corpse transport team was not very lively.
Leaving the warmth of their caves in such a cold winter, dragging the bodies of their compatriots and throwing them into the snowy mountains to become food for wild beasts... Perhaps orcs from other places wouldn't care much about this, but the orcs of the Arrow Nation were definitely not that kind of savage.
In just a few days, the Arrow Nation had nearly reverted to being a barbaric people. For an entire day, the closest thing they had to civilization was piling the bodies of their former compatriots, now traitors, onto carts and hauling them away.
The reciprocating carts once again carved long ruts into the thick snow. The leading team leader exhaled heavily: "...This should be the second-to-last batch."
This nightmare-like task was finally coming to an end, and all the orcs relaxed a little.
An orc who had been doing no work before walked forward silently and began to push another batch of corpses down the mountain.
Each corpse had been beheaded, some still had frozen blood on their bodies, and their limbs were mutilated.
However, just as the orc was hastily dragging down a body that was incredibly strong even for an orc, his movements were suddenly stopped by the captain: "—Wait, why is the head still on this body?"
This corpse also lost its left arm, and its body was covered with hideous wounds and black scorch marks. Perhaps this severe winter helped stop the bleeding, allowing him to survive a little longer in this difficult world.
However, these scars were all over his body, and covered with ice crystals, so his face was difficult to recognize.
The captain was about to say that, as per the requirements, they had to cut off the heads of all the corpses. Unexpectedly, before he could finish the second half of his sentence, the orc carrying the corpse shuddered, picked up the body without hesitation, and rolled it down the snowy mountain. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the vast sea of snow.
It was at this moment that the other members of the team saw the tattoo on the back of the corpse.
Those were three crossed arrows pointing upwards.
The Arrows family's tattoo.
An orc finally realized something and exclaimed, "That corpse is Ocampos! Wasn't his arm cut off by the bishop himself?"
Ocampos Arrows.
The current king of arrows, or the one who just stepped down for extremely bloody reasons.
"Traitor!!!" The captain finally reacted and immediately ordered, "You, you, you, go back and report to the bishop. Everyone else, follow me! We can't let the traitor escape!"
Skiing in the snow is an extremely dangerous sport, but for a naturally ferocious race like the orcs, the danger is completely within acceptable range.
In such blizzard conditions, even the rocks had long been buried deep. Perhaps as retribution, the orcs' bloodied bodies were precisely those of the dead, frozen as hard as stone in the bitter winter, and then thrown down the mountain by themselves.
After an extremely thrilling and bloody skiing trip, the makeshift pursuit team landed on the same platform.
The abnormality here naturally attracted the attention of the orc team.
This spacious platform was littered with corpses, but a large area of several dozen square meters in the middle was completely empty - even the snow was inexplicably lower.
But one thing is certain: whatever happened here, it is now deserted.
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Bruno Warhammer knew that adventurers were very efficient, but he never expected that their efficiency would be so high.
They had just set out this afternoon, and he had just fallen asleep when his servants knocked on his bedroom door: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Mr. Drizzt and the group of adventurers are back! Mr. Drizzt said it's urgent and he must see you right away!"
Bruno immediately began to put on his armor, and asked, "Do you need to wear armor?"
"No, that's not the case."
That's good news.
Bruenor Warhammer hurried to the reception room. Drizzt Do'Urden, the renowned ranger, was covered in snow that was slowly melting, leaving water marks all over his body. He looked a little anxious, and when he saw Bruenor, the frown on his face didn't relax.
"Bruno, we're back. But the news isn't good."
The dwarf king, however, sat down next to Drizzt with a carefree attitude, as if his two boots had dropped to the ground. "The worst that can happen is a war with the orcs. Dwarves don't like war, but they're not afraid of it either! There's no need to panic."
"Just listen to me first." Drizzt took a deep breath. "We're not sure what happened to the Kingdom of the Arrows... We didn't succeed in approaching the capital of the Arrows."
"The defense is so tight?" Bruno didn't think that this elite team would be forced back to Mithril Hall in just one day.
"...We accidentally rescued two seriously injured and unconscious people. The accompanying priest only left them with a breath of air. What to do with them may be a huge problem." Drizzt's face was quite grim. "If necessary, I would suggest handing these two people over."
"Drizzt, you're crazy." Bruenor scratched his thick beard. "Why are you hesitating so much? Who did you rescue? Orc slaves? Mithril Hall doesn't tolerate them. They want slaves, and all we can give them is hammers."
"If it were just a slave, I wouldn't be so hesitant now." Trist observed his surroundings, leaned over slightly, and whispered a few words.
"Yeah... there's internal strife, alright, that's within the acceptable range." Bruno nodded repeatedly. "If the new power intends to fight a battle outside to establish its authority, that's entirely within our imagination."
Then, Drizzt dropped his second boot. Bruenor's face suddenly turned as dark as Drizzt's.
"—What do you mean you rescued the King of Arrows?! What do you mean he's in Mithril Hall now?!"
Well, now we don't have to worry about whether the Kingdom of Many Arrows will attack us. If the news leaks out, the Kingdom of Many Arrows, which just completed a coup, will definitely attack us!
The Ninety-Three Gods Unite as One (I)
The Silver Fire can grant the Chosen a myriad of powers, and one of the most powerful is its ability to grant nearly endless vitality to the mortal body.
The biggest benefit of this feature is that you can work overtime without feeling tired.
...At least for Emiya, this is indeed an advantage.
Even though Emiya and her own simulacra had been forced to operate at full capacity, they had been completely pinned down in the Sharptooth Forest by countless tasks during this period of time and could not move.
He was unwilling to use simulacra to deal with human interactions. Ultimately, the work of creation was left to his own simulacra, and he himself had to take charge of the negotiations with various parties.
The battle in Silvermoon City had a devastating impact, and all factions sensed an impending reshuffle on the continent. Consequently, the communication channels provided to the electorate were completely overwhelmed.
Everyone was talking about his name, and he also had countless new nicknames - some long-lived races still remembered that the notorious Mistra Chosen could hear others calling him, so they gave him a lot of nicknames when discussing Emya.
Unfortunately, the magic network's ability to capture this kind of information is stronger than these outsiders guess: even if it is just a nickname, as long as the direction is clear, Emiya can still hear it.
After all, the names Xinbu and Silinxi were actually nicknames. Xinbu's real name was Alasiya Silverhand, and Silinxi was her family name. However, since her family was extinct, she was the only and last Silinxi.
White Robe, White Iron Mage, Cannon Mage, Mage King, Teller of the Dead... In just a few days, Emilia had acquired countless new nicknames.
In any case, the clamor gradually died down as the night deepened - in Faerun, even bad guys have to sleep.
Likewise, his allies would stop sending him messages. However, the absence of messages was a good thing in itself. If it was truly urgent, Emiya would receive the message even in the middle of the night.
A quiet night means that the day has passed peacefully.
The bad news is that as someone gets closer and closer to being a god, the sleeping habits she had just developed over the past few months have been abandoned again.
So, the forest had rested, but she had not.
For countless years, the only unlucky person was her Seraph-servant, Miss Metatron. But now, there are a few more unlucky people on the list.
The silver-haired girl quietly emerged from space, then landed behind Emilia, put her arms around his neck, and rubbed her cheek against him: "I guess you've been bombarded with all kinds of messages all day?"
"I'm used to it." Emilia said.
"You'll have to get used to it, even if you're not used to it." Silver's body slowly rose as if swimming. "This is the life of a god. Answering every believer's prayer is an extremely painful task—because many believers truly regard prayer as a wish-making technique."
"...God." Emiya sighed, and then, as if she had thought of something, she pulled Miss Yin into her arms and asked, "What have you been doing secretly these past few days?"
In fact, according to Emiya, the preparations needed for Silver were almost complete. However, she seemed to be planning something else. Emiya was currently unaware of the details of this plan.
"I'm paying attention to the details in the world." Yin said seriously.
"for example?"
"For example, whether Elastrid is pregnant."
“Oh…oh…ah?!”
"I'm just kidding." Yin's face didn't show any joking at all. "Actually, I'm monitoring the movement of divine power in the magic network. It's difficult to understand the specific movements of other gods."
Emiya could only pray that she was really joking. He had no faith in Yin's moral bottom line.
But Yin was clearly serious about the latter part of his sentence: "If the gods were active in their own kingdom, it would be difficult for me to detect any clues. However, recently, the intensity of their activities in the mortal world has skyrocketed."
This is no small matter.
Emya turned serious. "Is that so? But reports from all sides indicate no significant increase in the intensity of the fighting they encounter. Elturgard is advancing remarkably smoothly on the battlefield even without the gods' divine intervention. Those gods only dare to resort to superficial miracles to harass us."
"Because those gods who suffered heavy losses in the Hazy Realm no longer dare to directly provoke us. So, they pick on the weak," Yin said. "Over the past period of time, the demigods active in Faerun have been in dire straits. Many powerful gods have torn off their pride and eaten whatever they could, just to get more food before the war. Only our alliance, relying on its tough attitude, has kept those bad guys away, and some have even conceded to us, giving us some breathing space."
It took Emiya a moment to react before she finally realized what earth-shattering thing Yin had casually said: "--Those evil gods went to swallow up the smaller churches?"
"It's indeed quite strange," Yin said frankly. "It's not uncommon for the big fish to eat the small fish among the gods. But there's one interesting thing. Many gods don't use the traditional annexation method: they take in faces, break into the kingdom of God, infiltrate the church, and tamper with doctrine.
"They used a very strange variant of magic to achieve their goal." Yin said softly, "They tried to use the Avatar spell on these demigods."
"...Incarnation technique?!" Emilia's already faint sleepiness disappeared in an instant, "Which incarnation technique?"
"Of course it's the Karsus Avatar." Yin said, "It was probably given to them by the All-Knowing One."
"He's crazy?"
"I don't understand," Yin said. "You should discuss this with Odin. He'll probably understand the intricacies involved. But what's certain is that many gods have already conducted experiments—tsk tsk, they've used immense amounts of divine power to forcibly fill the gaps in the materials. This is probably the most extravagant magical experiment in history. With so many complex and expensive materials, they chose to use divine power to forcibly fill them."
"Will you be able to make ends meet?"
"If you don't master the Avatar spell enough, Karsus's Avatar spell is actually..." Yin said with difficulty, "very, very unnecessary. It can't be used to gain a greater advantage with a smaller one. Instead, it's a spell that's perfect for bullying the weak. Even so, if a powerful god wants to use the Avatar spell to directly swallow up a much weaker god, a single spell won't be enough to solve the problem."
At this moment, Emiya suddenly shuddered. "...In other words, in the most ideal case, the Avatar spell is actually a snowballing spell?"
The stronger you become, the more powerful targets you can devour, and each cast will feed you more, eventually becoming stronger and faster.
"...I suddenly have a guess." Emiya's eyes deepened slightly. "This situation is ultimately too idealistic. The gods who obtained this spell may not have fully understood the underlying game plan... What if a god squanders his divine power and puts himself at a disadvantage in the subsequent competition..."
Then he would become a meal for his former allies.
From this perspective, a piece of news suddenly becomes of special value.
"I need to contact His Majesty the Warhammer of Mithril Hall." Emiya took a deep breath. "The Kingdom of Many Arrows... may become an important observation window."
The Ninety-Four Gods Unite as One (Part 2)
Ocampos Many-Arrows. This family might be the most bizarre orc family on the entire continent.
They weren't so eccentric as to despise the flesh; quite the contrary. The leader of the Many Arrows had always been the most powerful warrior in the entire kingdom. A Many Arrow with only brains and no brawn could never become king.
The relative peace of the Many Arrows Kingdom can be attributed to the right timing, location, and people: the orc subspecies in this land is inherently relatively peaceful, lacking a violent drive for killing. Successive Many Arrows Kings diligently managed the kingdom, bringing it increasing prosperity. However, there was another crucial factor.
The location of Zhongjian is remote, and the surrounding countries are too powerful and have tight defenses.
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