Equipment Printing School Mage

Now, there was almost no obstacle between him and the entire Black Arrow Castle. All the orcs who walked out of the door because of the war cry could see the arrival of their main god very clearly.

The ordinary orcs were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears, and the shamans were already prostrating themselves on the ground, reciting the teachings of the Orc God aloud.

At this moment, Gruumsh finally turned his gaze to the orc king who was holding his young child in his arms.

"Ocampos, you fool! I wanted to give you a dignified end." Gruumsh's fangs twitched slightly, his eyes filled with coldness. "But now, you've slipped back to Black Arrow Hold wearing elven gear like a goblin... All orcs are ashamed of you!"

Ocampos, by now, had naturally already donned the full set of gear Emia had crafted for him. The orc's massive frame was now concealed behind the heavy armor, which shone a faint green that even matched the orc's gray skin.

Natural gold, the hardest of the five metals of Emia, is the most suitable base material for warriors of pure strength. Emia's style of equipment is actually quite different from that of the elves.

However, Gruumsh still easily saw the Seldarine background in it. It can be said that the ten-thousand-year war between orcs and elves has never been forgotten.

Gruumsh raised a finger toward the child in Ocampos' arms. "Now, child, leave your traitorous father. Come into the arms of your people."

"...?" Shilok All Arrows turned around in astonishment. "Dad, so you're the traitor?"

Even before Ocampos could reply, the little orc, who had just been reunited with his father, began to struggle in his arms: "Traitor! Let me down! Let me down! I don't like you anymore!"

“…” Ocampos narrowed his eyes and slapped his son, knocking him unconscious.

However, given the orcs' cruelty, this is just the beginning.

Gruumsh clapped his hands, and a small group of orcs emerged from under the ruins of the castle, led by the unruly Hatusk.

They seemed to have just returned from the outside world, and the snow and wind on their bodies had not even been shaken off.

And in this situation, Hatusk, the leader of the team, had an excited and proud smile on his face.

The orc warrior roughly knocked over the orcs who were blocking his way and simply threw the bloody animal skin package in his hand at his feet.

Inside were dozens of orc heads, the oldest of which looked weathered, the youngest still a baby.

And their identities are, of course, all the descendants and paternal relatives of Ocampos.

Ocampos no longer had any hope of luck and roared to the sky, "So, the ambush on me wasn't just a coup, right?"

"Of course. It was a reckoning," Gruumsh said coldly, his huge, single eye seeming to hold a sea of ​​blood and corpses. "How could there be orcs in this world who fear battle? If you do not wish to be king of the orcs, then atone for your cowardice with blood."

"--Me? Cowardly?" Ocampos laughed softly.

He suddenly raised his head and raised his middle finger at the Orc God. "From childhood to adulthood, I have never been afraid of direct combat. I have never ambushed anyone, never launched a sneak attack and then been beaten to the ground with my teeth and an eye blinded. I have never been beaten to my knees and begged for mercy. At least I am not so shameless as to pretend that I have only had one eye after Corellon blinded me!"

"You killed my people, so what? After you die, even if all the ordinary orcs are extinct!" Ocampos said with murderous intent, "I can still rush into your kingdom of God, tear off Rusike's skirt, and make her bear me children until her butt rots!"

In an instant, the world seemed to stand still, leaving only the loud sound of swallowing saliva.

The feud between Corellon and Gruumsh, or the extremely shameful founding war, is naturally the biggest scandal in the orc mythology. Any attempt to explore this past is the greatest blasphemy. Even if the orcs have some doubts in their hearts, they do not have the courage to speak it out.

And right before everyone's eyes, the former Orc King had the audacity to bring this matter up before everyone's very eyes! Not only had Ocampos publicly opened the scar, he had also blasphemed the Mother Goddess, Rusek, with the most filthy language!

A few suppressed retching sounds were heard at the end of the queue. An orc who had just reached adulthood was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, covering his ears with his hands, as if this could block out the treasonous words.

"What... did... you... say?" Gruumsh's voice was like being squeezed from rusted iron, each word carrying a shattering spark. The air around him began to distort, and only the green light in the depths of his single eye danced, drawing a terrifying trajectory in the darkness.

"I! Speak!" Ocampos has completely understood the current situation.

He should have died long ago, as should House Many-Arrows. And the order had come from Gruumsh himself—he was already dead.

So, he said without holding back: "Let me have sex with Ru Sai Ke. She can give birth to eighteen children in ten years. Unlike you, an impotent man, you can only get her pregnant once in tens of thousands of years!"

Hatusk, Gruumsh's rabid dog, was the first to recover from his shock.

"Ocampos, you bastard who blasphemed the God-King!"

With rage as his feet and ecstasy as his arms, Hatusk almost instantly turned into a gray meteor and rushed towards Ocampos.

"Hatusk, I really hope you can become the Orc King." Ocampos raised the giant sword coldly and held it across his body.

Fast, beyond imagination. Facing the axe that threatened to crush him into pulp, Ocampos didn't even retreat a single step. He thrust his left foot forward, his entire body springing out like a taut bowstring. His right arm, harnessed by the twisting force of his waist and abdomen, thrust forward. The dark green blade ripped through the air, emitting a sharp buzzing sound. Before the axe reached its apex, it had already precisely impacted the hideous lines on Hatusk's chest.

Sparks flew like fireworks, and the thick iron armor caved inward like paper under the sword's edge. The bear's eye on the breastplate was shattered by the sword's tip, and the tremendous impact caused Hatusk's charge to suddenly stall. But this brief obstruction only caused the sword's trajectory to deviate by less than an inch - the sharp blade still effortlessly tore through the gaps in the armor and pierced his thick muscles. Hatusk groaned, and disbelief and fear flashed in his eyes. He used his last bit of strength to chop down the axe, and the axe blade smashed into Ocampos' shoulder with a tremendous force. However, when the crisp sound of metal clashing was heard, he despairingly discovered that there was not even a shallow white mark left on the armor made of natural gold.

"Crack." Ocampos's wrist flicked lightly, and the blade churned through flesh and blood with a teeth-grinding sound. Hatusk's axe clanged to the ground, his thick arm drooping limply, and a hoarse whine emanated from his throat.

"——In this way, this stupid country will definitely be on the verge of death."

This scene shocked all the orcs present. The orcs who were originally eager to try couldn't help but feel a little timid.

Hatusk was notorious in Black Arrow Hold, but everyone also acknowledged his bravery. If a madman like this, who was only good at fighting, couldn't even last a single round against the Orc King, wouldn't the others have suffered an even more miserable death?

"...a bunch of useless people." Gruumsh sighed in deep disappointment. "Has the Kingdom of Many Arrows become like this? Are they afraid to charge forward because they can't win?"

"At least they haven't kneeled down to beg for mercy." Ocampos, whose patience had reached its limit, sneered mercilessly, "At least they're braver than that one-eyed orc!"

"--very good."

However, Ocampos is not the only one who has reached the limit of his patience.

Gruumsh's single eye shone with murderous intent. "Then I truly wish to witness how much courage remains in you without those foreign weapons and equipment."

"Snapped."

Gruumsh snapped his fingers at Ocampos as if to crush him.

Ocampos, who was just in a fighting state, suddenly froze in place as if the pause button had been pressed.

Emiya actually saw clearly that an invisible shadow was slowly torn out from Ocampos's body. As the last shadow left his body, Ocampos' body lost its last support and collapsed.

he died.

"...Silver?" Emilia said in confusion.

"His soul was taken away by his own Lord God." Yin sighed deeply. "...If he weren't an orc, I could still find a way. The Lord God's control over his descendants is too strong. I can't squander my strength here now."

However, Yin only realized at this moment that something was wrong with Emiya's condition.

He almost instinctively placed his hand on the sword of death at his waist, breathing heavily, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"…Emia?"

Emya was trembling.

This was the first time he had witnessed a soul being ripped out alive by an external force. Even though countless enemies in the Twilight Realm had died from the same cause as Ocampos, Emilia had never witnessed this scene.

And now, having witnessed firsthand how the soul-stripping process worked within the Demonic Web, he finally understood the true nature of the secret.

Previously, Emiya had tried her best to increase the power of the weapons she made, but still encountered a bottleneck that was completely hopeless to break through.

Relying on the strength of their materials, they can cut through iron like mud and are invincible. The Holy Avengers made from these base materials can even be said to be the pinnacle of weaponry. However, this is only the strength of the material itself.

Once Emilia wanted to make the most original weapon, the Moon Blade, his finished product always had an unbridgeable huge gap with those Moon Blades with a long history.

At the same time, Emiya has always had an unanswered question: If the upper limit of the Moon Blade is so high, then why not let it reach its peak state from the beginning?

Corellon obviously knew the source of this gap, but no matter how Emilia hinted at it, Corellon never gave in, and his attitude was unprecedentedly firm.

Now, Emiya finally knows the answer to this question.

It is indeed impossible to achieve perfection from the beginning by relying solely on runes and enchantments. It lacks an important source of power.

The Moon Blade is a treasure passed down through generations of Moon Elf chiefs. However, its power only increases when the position of chief changes.

The reason for this strange enhancement is so simple: it will extract the souls of dying elves and store them in the sword.

Therefore, if you want to obtain a stronger weapon, you just need to extract the soul into the weapon.

What the hell is this answer?! Isn't this a casting method only demons would use?

Emiya thought of the black arrow in the dimensional cave, and her blood ran cold.

The Black Arrow doesn't look special in terms of material, but it seems to have had a brilliant record in the past.

Now, the answer is obvious: it may be able to directly extract the victim's soul.

...Where will its upper limit be?

"It seems like you have some ideas." Yin looked at Ocampos's body and sighed, "Well, let me do it this time."

Emiya was still brainstorming and didn't react to what Yin said for a while.

Then, Yin floated gently in front of him.

She looked up at Gruumsh, her body suddenly radiating a brilliant silver light. "While I warm up, you go get ready," she said.

One hundred and five silver (one)

Ever since meeting Yin, he had spewed tons of outrageous words every day. However, at this moment, Yin's words once again brought a powerful mental shock to Emiya.

For the first time, Silver will appear as the main character.

It's not like Yin hadn't taken action before, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, she never took on the direct pressure. Even though Emiya, who was theoretically much weaker than her, would occasionally step in, she never officially took the lead in the battle.

There is no doubt that the biggest reason why she would fight is only one: Emilia can't win.

He was still too young. As a nine-ring wizard, he was not qualified to challenge a powerful incarnation of divine power alone.

He lowered his brows slightly and glanced at Ocampos who had collapsed to the ground.

The orc king probably had some idea of ​​his own fate, but he still came back.

The Orc God scolded him for not being brave enough, but when he really became brave, the Orc God was unhappy again.

"Just think of it as after-sales service." Emilia murmured.

This was the first time he saw an ally wearing weapons and equipment he forged die in such a violent way.

Then, he also had to give a small return gift to the person who started it all.

"Come on, what you become in the future has nothing to do with me, but you will not die with your father." Emilia picked up the still unconscious little orc, "...anywhere door!"

Emya's reputation had long been considerable. Even though Gruumsh's primary concern was his former First King and former enemy, he couldn't just sit back and watch a Nine-Ringed Mage come and go as he pleased.

Gruumsh thrust his hand into the ruins.

The mountain of rubble suddenly exploded and scattered.

The black arrow that hadn't been taken away by Emiya and his group whizzed out of the rock ruins that were already more than ten meters high and fell into Gruumsh's palm: "Boy, don't even think about it..."

Gruumsh wanted to say that the castle had been unleashed by the evil dwelling spell, but right before his eyes, Eimia of Lunya brazenly led the Son of the Blasphemer through the portal.

The place where he reappeared was the mysterious cliff behind Black Arrow Castle.

The crossbows left behind by the former orc kings had long since turned into ruins, sliding down the cliff in the previous earth-shaking destruction, leaving only small fragments in the ruins.

However, Geumushi's almost demonstrative attack had already flattened the entire back half of Black Arrow Castle to the ground.

——So, Emilia on the cliff could now easily overlook the entire battlefield.

Gruumsh's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Of course, he understood the danger of that terrain. Even though he didn't know Emiya's plan at the moment, it was not wise to allow a wizard who was good at creation to observe from the high ground.

—But it would be even more foolish to be distracted when facing Mistral, who could shake the whole of Faerûn with just a breath.

Then, the priests who were originally crawling on the ground raised their heads in some confusion, obviously hearing something.

Their main god was not interested in King Halrua, who was notorious in the continent of Faerun. Instead, he was wary of the little girl who seemed to pose no threat.

All the resistance the priests had felt towards Gruumsh naturally disappeared, and they almost immediately stood up and began to try to move towards the cliff.

Then, the girl's clear voice, along the channel through which Gruumsh usually delivered his oracles, blasted directly into the priests' ears: "Whoever dares to move again will die first."

The orcs were accustomed to fighting and rarely heard such sounds.

The murderous intent in the voice was not violent, but extremely pure.

She had no interest in killing, but also no resistance. Giving a final warning before striking was a small measure of mercy she had learned in her second life.

But Gruumsh remained surprisingly silent at this time. He neither ordered the orcs to move on nor stopped them. Instead, he watched them leave silently.

The next second, Gruumsh suddenly raised his head.

The dark clouds in the sky disappeared and the sky became as bright as day.

Thunder roared down from the sky in an instant.

Yin wasn't joking, nor was he bluffing.

All the orcs who tried to get up and leave were devoured by the beast named Thunder the moment they stood up.

Blazing white electricity flowed through their limbs and bones, tearing flesh and scorching bones and blood wherever it passed. The orc priests who died in agony fell stiffly to the ground one by one, turning into dust all over the ground.

"They're watching you," Yin said calmly, as if she hadn't been the one to instantly slaughter nearly a hundred priests. "How strange! I've been wanting to ask this for a long time—why did Gruumsh's priests gain control of storms and winter? If they had gained control of mountains and rocks, it would have been easier to understand."

"Are you really just a GU what? Are you really just a GU what?"