Equipment Printing School Mage

Hatusk's mouth opened and closed, spit flying everywhere. "...And just like that, those fools have turned into frozen meat. By next spring, the beasts will probably be much fatter."

Perturabo frowned upon hearing this. He had indeed orchestrated the coup and massacred numerous loyal and courageous orc warriors. But that didn't mean he completely treated his own kind as trash, and he couldn't accept Hatusk's almost playful attitude.

However, Hatusk was now the most powerful warrior and the most determined warmongerer in the Arrow Nation. Perturabo had to show a positive attitude.

After the reckless orc left the church, the drow messenger casually said, "Your control of the wind and snow is truly admirable. The power of the gods truly intoxicates us."

This almost polite compliment, spoken in the common language with a slight accent of the female drow, carried a strange charm.

Perturabo, however, showed unusual alertness at this moment, and immediately asked, "The drow troops you brought with you seem particularly skilled in concealment. Are they followers of Velen or of the goddess Lolth?"

Generally speaking, there are almost no believers who do not recognize the main god of the pantheon, the only difference is the degree of fanaticism of their faith. Outsiders usually do not care about these differences and assume that they are all believers of the main god.

In this context, Perturabo's problem is quite uncommon... and insignificant.

The priest of the Banrui family said almost immediately: "There is no difference. They are all loyal followers of the Spider Goddess."

"...I see." Perturabo said meaningfully.

Just as the two sides continued to fight, the fatal news finally reached the church.

A Gruumsh shaman rushed into the church with a look of terror on his face, leaned close to Perturabo's ear, and whispered something in a very low voice.

Instantly, Perturabo's eyes widened to the size of a mace. "Are you sure? This isn't a joke!"

"I'm absolutely certain!" The shaman who reported the news, clearly well aware of how deadly this matter was, immediately said, "I've examined it repeatedly using divine magic!"

Zhuo Er was obviously quite sincere about this cooperation. Zhuo Er, who had always been fond of secrets, quietly walked aside at this moment and did not try to listen to the secrets of the church.

However, this matter was too serious, so Perturabo had no intention of concealing it. Instead, he immediately said to Zerila Baenre, "We have to bring our attack plan forward again."

"Is it related to that news?"

"Yes. A member of the corpse transport team, secretly a supporter of the Arrows, escaped with Ocampos' body and disappeared in the blizzard. They searched for him urgently, but they couldn't find Ocampos' body—or even the member of the corpse transport team."

"Don't you have any way to find someone in the wind and snow?" Zhuo Er asked almost subconsciously.

"We..." Perturabo licked his lips before continuing, "...there is definitely no way."

"Then we'll have to hurry," muttered Zhuo Er.

In this world, a complete corpse is equivalent to a living person who can be resurrected at any time.

If they are taken away by someone with ulterior motives, the situation may recur.

"—We must attack immediately." The envoy of the Banrui family thought for a moment and said, "In my opinion, once the war begins, anything Ocampos does will be meaningless."

"That's what I think too," Perturabo said firmly. "We should even let the enemy know of our existence!"

The drow disappeared, and Perturabo's expression improved.

Blizzard was their eyes now. The corpse transport team had previously wasted considerable time searching for Ocampos without authorization. If they had known this news earlier, they would have been able to locate Ocampos immediately.

However, it's not too late.

Perturabo quickly left the church, facing the heavy snow and wind, and took a deep breath.

In the shadows of the cathedral, he held high the holy symbol in his hand. "Lord Gruumsh Talos, god of war and storms, destruction and fury, please speak! Is the traitor still in the storm?"

His cry was infused with divine power and turned into a silent whistle, echoing along the magic web among the rocks of the Spine of the World. Even the heavens and the earth could not help but shake, and the castle trembled slightly.

……

...?

Perturabo was stunned for a moment.

Is the Spine of the World really vibrating?

He was shocked.

——On the steep mountain, the snow seems to be really sliding!

Damn it! Those drow seemed to be camped at the foot of the mountain! Hadn't he already asked the gods to bless these drow and protect them from the snowstorm?

"...Wow." Emilia looked into the distance and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Yin just made some slight movements, and the snow above Zhuoer's head began to collapse.

According to his common sense, once this avalanche starts, there is no way to stop it.

But just now, he watched helplessly as the snow, which had already been sliding down, suddenly stopped in mid-air. After several minutes, as if time had begun to flow again, the snow suddenly crashed down from the mountain.

This couldn't be a natural phenomenon. This was evident from the attitude of the Orc King standing nearby.

Emiya asked the question again: "Did the Orc Lord's shaman have this power before?"

"I'll say it again." Ocampos's face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of it. "If we had this power, we wouldn't be scattered to every corner of Faerun!"

Ninety-nine Raise the Flag of Rebellion Against the Gods (Part 3)

Not only the orcs in Black Arrow Castle were shocked by the amazing scene, but even Emiya and his group were also shocked.

Among this group of people, only Drizzt has been active in the snowy area all year round. It can even be said that there are very few people like Drizzt who have lived in the winter for more than a hundred years.

Therefore, Trist was the one who best understood how bizarre and terrifying the scene just now was.

They were still several kilometers away from Black Arrow Castle at this moment, so the seemingly stopped blizzard was only a palm's width away - but if they really got close to Black Arrow Castle, they would find that what was being forced to stay in place was a snow-capped mountain that was big enough to swallow up an entire army in an instant!

"Although I have some guesses... I just can't understand this result." Elastrid frowned. "In my understanding, being the Lord of a pantheon doesn't mean you can arbitrarily manipulate the power of your subordinates. The powers of the God King and his sub-gods are relatively independent. Because of this, even if a God King wanted to seize the divine power of his subordinates, it wouldn't be so easy, let alone squandering their power..."

There are precedents of gods devouring their subordinates, and even mothers devouring their children. The most famous example is Shar devouring the God of Shadows, which gave the Goddess of Night control over shadows. With this opportunity, she also gained control of the Shadowfall Underworld.

And now, the Orc Shaman is actually exerting the power of ice and snow, which is a bit unbelievable - how is it possible for Auril to connect with the Orc pantheon alone?

The answer lies in the offense.

"Yin, how did the drow react to this unexpected avalanche?" asked Emiya.

"If we want to attack, we should do it now," Yin replied bluntly. "These drow are very capable—so, the moment they discovered the avalanche, a considerable number of drow priests used the Mantra of Return to leave the camp."

"So, can we create a second one?"

Yin grinned: "Now?"

"No." Emilia said ruthlessly, "When Zhuo Er comes to the door to accuse him, let him go again."

"...Oh..." She rolled her eyes and didn't answer immediately. Instead, she waved at Elaster, "Come here."

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Do the drow look down on orcs?

Just kidding, the drow looked down on all races equally. Lolth's drow's harsh attitude towards outsiders came half from their disregard for reputation and their obsession with torture, and half from the natural arrogance of the elves from ancient times.

So, do orcs like to cooperate with drow?

Just kidding, to orcs, drow look just like other elves: short, skinny, with misshapen ears.

The drow cooperated with the orcs purely due to the situation and interests - and of course, with the help of the gods themselves.

It was also because of this that after forcing himself to smile at the orcs, he was almost killed in an avalanche. Zelari's patience reached its limit.

Therefore, just as the drow rushed out of the camp, the avalanche came crashing down.

The tens of meters high snow swallowed up the drow elves' camp in one gulp, burying all the drow's previous war preparations under the snow.

There were no casualties, but all the drow's plans were in vain—it would take them at least another ten days to prepare for war.

Absurd, unacceptable, outrageous.

Therefore, Zhuoer's reaction was extremely direct - they went straight to the door to demand an explanation.

If this mission had not been facilitated by Rose's own oracle, they would certainly have turned Black Arrow Castle into a river of blood.

However, even if they would never dare to disobey their master's orders, they could no longer maintain that hypocritical elegance towards the orcs.

After struggling to press her soul back into her body, Zelaya rushed back to Black Arrow Castle with her personal guards in a rage.

After a string of Underworld slang, she finally cursed in a language the orcs could understand: "You bastards of Gruumsh, what the hell are you doing!!! We were nearly buried in your snow! Give us a satisfactory explanation, or we'll bulldoze your garbage heap before we bulldoze the humans to the south!"

The Banrui family can no longer withstand this inexplicable non-combat casualties!

At this moment, more than ten minutes had passed since the unusual avalanche. The orc who appeared on the city wall to answer the drow was named Hatusk.

The most unscrupulous orc in Black Arrow Hold carried his giant axe, brushed off the boogers in his hand, and sneered.

He didn't care whether the drow below the city could understand orcish or not, and roared, "You idiots who dare to camp at the foot of the snowy mountains in winter deserve to die! If you still want to see the sunrise tomorrow, get out of here, or we'll destroy that Mulabula City of yours first after we get down the mountain! When the time comes, I'll hold my battle axe flat, and any drow taller than it will die!"

"You fucking-"

Zelari had long known that Hatusk was an irrational madman, but even so, when Hatusk stood on the opposite side, she was almost driven crazy.

Her face was livid—if a drow's expression could be seen by outsiders—and she waved to her subordinates.

The drow warriors wordlessly took out their crossbows and began quietly loading them with poisoned arrows.

Even though the drow are constantly scheming against each other and are accustomed to hypocritical flattery, this does not mean that they are willing to swallow their anger towards outsiders.

It is intolerable that an orc dares to speak so recklessly.

Zelari had made up her mind: even if they were to cooperate in the future, she would not let this crazy orc survive the first siege.

And Hatusk is even more arrogant than them.

While he was speaking rudely, he had already quietly raised the throwing axe at his waist upside down in his hand.

If this situation had happened at another time, conflict would have been almost inevitable. However, now is different.

One of Hatusk's eyes seemed to have gained some kind of power. It suddenly slipped out of his eye socket, severed all the blood vessels directly connected to it, and floated in front of Hatusk.

The Holy Emblem of Rose on Zelari's chest also glowed slightly purple, and severe splitting pain instantly spread throughout Zelari's body.

The two quarreling parties encountered God's coming almost at the same time.

Rose scolded, "Don't forget your mission!"

And Hatusk also heard the roar of the gods.

How can we avoid the inevitable conflict?

In Faerun, there is still a final answer.

——As long as the gods are willing to look at you, or even convey the oracle to you personally, ordering you to stop doing evil.

This kind of thing should have been a mere rumor in Faerun. Perhaps in every generation, a few lucky individuals would hear the voice of the gods in person. But ultimately, only a few would ever truly experience it.

And now, just for the sake of the stability of the cooperation between the two parties, the gods have descended before them again.

This is almost a unique situation in the history of Faerun!

Both gods have noticed something unusual.

"There's something wrong with that avalanche," Rose said. "It was caused by someone else. It has nothing to do with the orcs."

And Gruumsh gave a further hint: "Ocampos is not dead... he is even within arm's reach!"

One Hundred Black Arrows (I)

Now, Emiya somewhat understood how Silver felt when he was on the enemy side.

His usual tricks, which always worked, were completely ineffective under the almost god-like scrutiny of a third party. The minor chaos stopped almost instantly.

"...It seems like they're heading towards us?" Alestria looked at Yin in astonishment. "How did they do that?!"

"Because I deliberately didn't block it," Yin said confidently. "If even the incarnation of the gods can't detect us, it's extremely suspicious. The enemy is just hostile right now. If they become alert, it will be very troublesome. When it comes to the gods, we must act decisively and without any delay."

If we start fighting from the miscellaneous soldiers on the periphery, then the initiative will be in the hands of the gods.

Even if they were to attempt to kill a god, that didn't mean they had to take the most difficult and risky path. Concentrating their firepower and destroying the avatar with a surprise attack would be enough. While a god was no match for a desolate spirit in a full frontal battle, it wasn't something a mortal could easily achieve.

"Strike directly at the vital point." Emilia frowned. "So, do we need to divide our forces?"

"That's right." Yin gave a rare, clear outline of his plan. "Next, the drow will cast their nets in anger and begin hunting us. One team will lead them in circles across the Spine of the World, while the other will sneak directly into Black Arrow Hold. I can't say which team is more dangerous."

"How did you know the drow were about to begin hunting us?" Alaster asked curiously.

Silver stood on tiptoe with a serious expression and patted the Moon Elf's shoulder. "Because I removed the shield I had placed on you. Now the surging power of destiny within you is as conspicuous as a large silver plate on the plain."

"what?!"

Just like that, before Alestria could react, she was forced to take on the task of a long-distance cross-country run with the drow in the snowy plains.

Emilia sighed and asked Ocampos, "So, Your Majesty, what are your plans?"