I am a green-skinned master

She still remembered the look of the giant brain worm devouring the souls of the Eldar in the soul circuit. That look was more greedy and hateful than the most greedy demon.

Unfortunately, the Eldar high-ranking officials who regarded the Tyranids as the primary threat were still a minority, and they were also a minority in the leadership of the Uvis Ark. Her proposal to send a fleet to help the Orks of Octareus fight the Tyranids was rejected again.

Yrel didn't know how many times this had happened, so many times that she was a little tired, so many times that she even impulsively wanted to take the warship of the Malantai Ark and leave alone regardless of orders to implement her battle plan.

Standing at the entrance of the spaceport, she leaned against the smooth white railing and watched the spacecraft coming and going. Her eyes passed over the small space shuttles and fell on the large warships loaded with various energies and star-shaped weapons.

The shiny optical camouflage slowly faded away, and an Eldar cruiser with unfamiliar shape and markings flew into the spaceport. Because its shape was so special and a style that Yrel had never seen before, she took a second look at it.

Soon she also saw a group of people getting off the boat. A little girl in a prophet's robe was walking in front, followed by several followers.

A male Eldar was dressed neatly, and if it weren't for the rune sword at his waist, he would look more like an old poet than a warrior. Another tall red-haired woman was neatly dressed in a set of Howling Banshee armor, even the helmet was held by her, as if she was ready for battle at any time.

Irel, who was well versed in the warrior's path, narrowed her eyes. She could see that these people, except for the prophet who led the team, were all masters who had gone a long way on the warrior's path and achieved something.

Is the eldest daughter of a noble family out to experience life? The people behind are her guards? She really doesn't know her own limitations to choose to learn about life at such a young age, Irel thought contemptuously.

Suddenly, the little girl walking in front raised her head and her eyes met Yrel's.

Irel was stunned. Even from such a distance, with her eyesight she could see the little girl's appearance clearly. She was as beautiful as the bright stars and the gorgeous sun. Especially her eyes, which not only made her feel beauty, but also hope.

For a moment, Yrel was mesmerized by these eyes and seemed a little out of control. Soon, with her mental strength and will, she reacted quickly.

After regaining her composure, Yrel was a little angry. This prophet actually used psychic power on her. This was extremely impolite and hostile behavior!

Iriel, who always has a bad temper and would challenge others to a fight over a disagreement, can't stand this. If someone provokes her, she will teach the provocateur a lesson.

With a slight exertion of force with his arms, Iriel jumped over the railing in front of him as lightly as a bird. As he fell, his toes touched the floating art decorations like a dragonfly.

After relieving the force, Irel jumped down from a height of several hundred meters and landed lightly on the ground. He did this without using any spiritual power and relied entirely on his physical fitness.

She strode towards the little prophet, and stopped about three meters away. She raised her head and said loudly: "Son of the Ark of Malantai, walker of the warrior's path, the warlord Irel Aisharia challenges the offender to a duel. Let the duel of the god of war Cain witness who will win the glory."

Osuvis was a little overwhelmed by this sudden incident. She was very smart. Just now she felt someone was looking at her, so she looked back, and then the person came up to her aggressively and asked for a duel.

Tyranda, the Howling Banshee martial arts master who was protecting her behind her, replied: "Respected Battlemaster Yrel Aishalia, I think you must have misunderstood. We have no intention of offending you.

Perhaps we have just arrived at Uvis Ark and are not familiar with the local customs and practices here. The son of Canaantel Ark, Tyranda Liefeng, apologizes to you. "

Chapter 187 Competition

"Misunderstanding?" Yrel's expression remained indifferent. "Using psychic power to casually charm passers-by, I don't think this is a misunderstanding. Psychic power is a weapon. What's the difference between this and being pointed at with a sword? Do people on the Canaantel Ark greet each other with swords?"

Yrel's words made Parker Pan frown. He had never taught Osuvis that she could use her psychic power to do such things at will. Was it because her psychic power was too strong and it escaped?

Puckpan lowered his head and exchanged glances with Osuvis. After seeing the panic of the little prophet, he was sure that the little prophet himself did not do it on purpose. It seems that more psychic-related courses should be added in the future so that Osuvis can control his power as soon as possible.

"Dear Si Zhan, this must be a misunderstanding. Our little Osuvis didn't mean it. She has a strong psychic talent, but she didn't control it well, so she offended you." Parker Pan walked up and said politely.

"This is indeed our fault. Poet Parkpan apologizes to you."

Irel's expression eased a lot. She was no longer in a posture that allowed her to fight at any time. She looked through the figures of Puckpan and Tylandra and saw the petite Osuvis behind them. Her relaxed mood became unhappy again.

"When a child who has gotten into trouble hides behind adults, the wings of protection will cast a thick shadow, making the fledgling afraid to spread its wings and fly high." Irel said sarcastically.

In the upper echelons of the Ark, she saw many people who held high positions because of their noble family backgrounds.

It cannot be said that such people lack knowledge and ability and cannot lead the Ark, but in Yrel's opinion, these people lack practicality and adventurous spirit. In this dark age of disasters and changes, only by fighting can there be hope of survival.

As expected, Osuvis, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, heard the hidden meaning of Irel's words. Her face flushed slightly with anger, and she said loudly: "I am not a fledgling, nor am I a child! I am looking for a prophecy and fulfilling my own prophetic path!"

“Pfft.” Yrel laughed. “A child looking for the prophecy of his own mission? Are you two hundred years old? How many prophets and their followers have been running around in this starry sea for the future of our people? How many people have been swallowed up by this cruel starry sea and even their soul stones cannot be recovered.”

"I'm sorry, my words may be offensive. But kid, it's good to be arrogant, but if you rely on yourself, you will have a hard time even in the Ark." After saying that, Iriel stopped smiling and looked at Osuvis seriously. She felt that giving this child a little blow would be more conducive to her growth.

"I found the prophecy of mission! I saw changes emerging among the orcs of Octares, and I also saw that the threads of fate of all races were disrupted!" Osuvis was indeed a child, and he said everything when he was provoked by Irel's words.

Yrel's expression showed a hint of surprise. A prophecy that involved all races could be called a great prophecy. It was definitely a major event that would affect the entire Eldar race. But... judging from the standards of the little prophet and her followers, this prophecy did not seem to be taken seriously.

Yes, who would believe the prophecy of a little child? Every day on the Uvis Ark, famous prophets make some prophecies. These prophecies cover the daily lives of the residents of the Ark and have become a part of the lives of ordinary elves.

So this prophet named Ossouvis may have just had a premonition of something, so he elevated his premonition to the level of a mission prophecy. This adventurous spirit is worthy of admiration, but it is too risky.

"Child, I can feel your strong sense of mission. It's a good thing that you have such a sense of mission for the entire tribe at such a young age, but..." Iriel wanted to persuade Osuvis to give up.

The buzzing sound of the rune sword being unsheathed interrupted her thoughts. The self-proclaimed poet Pakpan drew his sword and said, "I believe in Osuvis, and you should not question her prophecy. There is no point in saying more. Let the competition of the God of War Cain witness the right and wrong, honor and disgrace."

It seemed that it was destined that the competition would go on once it was initiated. Irel narrowed her eyes. She was not a prophet, but she had a feeling that things were moving in a direction she could not predict.

In the arena, Puck Panping raised the rune sword, and Yrel held the long-handled razor horizontally.

Cold rays of light flashed across the blade of the razor. These rays of light were manifestations of high-energy that could make the blade indestructible. Although it was not a life-and-death duel, actual combat weapons had to be used, which made Irel inevitably more focused.

Puck Pan, who was standing opposite Razor, seemed to be strolling in the garden, slowly circling around Yrel.

This was a master who had come a long way on the path of a warrior. Yrel dared not neglect him, and she was a little indignant. How could such a master be willing to be the follower of a little girl?

As soon as she lost focus, the rune sword seemed to cross space and pierce towards Yrel. Yrel could even feel the sharp tip of the sword piercing her armor.

With her excellent martial arts skills, Irilgar blocked the rune sword, and she pushed the razor forward, but Puckpan used the force to jump away.

Both sides were masters of the warrior path, rune swords and razors collided and struck each other, the two figures were swift and graceful. Osuvis, who was standing aside, was stunned. Her martial arts skills were not excellent, and her eyes could not follow the movements when watching such a high-level battle.

After a dazzling battle, the two finally decided the winner. Puck-Pan's robe on his chest was cut by the razor, but his rune sword landed steadily on Iriel's neck.

"I lost." Irel said calmly, but there was no regret on her face.

After putting away her weapon, she saluted respectfully to Pak Pan, "Master Pak Pan, a master like you who has made extraordinary achievements is as dazzling as a star in the sky. I admit defeat sincerely. If possible, I hope to become your friend and listen to your wisdom."

"You are too modest, Yrel, I just won by luck. We are fellow warriors, and none of us is a master. I am just older and have walked a little further." Puck-Pan said modestly, returning the greeting to Yrel.

"I am very happy to meet Master Pakpan. I apologize for my remarks just now. I fully respect..." Irel lowered his head and glanced at Osuvis who was turning over Pakpan's robe and carefully checking for any wounds.

"I fully respect the prophecy of the mission of the prophet Osuvisi and am willing to provide assistance. I think you came to the Uvis Ark for a purpose, and as the host, I must do my best to show my hospitality."

Osuvis looked at Iriel angrily, and was scared to death when the razor in her hand pierced through Puckpan's chest.

Puckpan stroked Osuvis' hair and replied, "Of course, thank you for inviting Irelsi to fight. We are willing to accept it."

Chapter 188: Battle of Octaria

Yrel's home was very simple, but fortunately it was large enough to accommodate Osuvis and his party. The long life span made many Eldar multi-talented, and Yrel happily prepared a sumptuous meal for them, not for Osuvis, but out of respect for Master Pakpan.

An elderly master who is proficient in several paths is a highly respected person in any Ark.

After everyone finished their meal, Irel prepared delicious cakes and drinks for Osuvis and her group. As a decision-maker in the Ark, she herself had been allocated a lot of resources.

"As I said before, Prophet Osuvis, is there anything I can do to help you with your mission prophecy?" Iriel sat in front of Osuvis and said seriously.

Osuvis was a little timid. When Yrel was serious, he had a very strong aura. Encouraged by Puckpan's eyes, she explained the reason for the matter. It was because she dreamed of a group of tall, no, huge orcs fighting against endless enemies. Later, she felt that these orcs were closely related to the fate of the Eldar.

So with the help of Pakpan, he set out on a journey to find the mission prophecy on an Eldar cruiser.

"Over the past year, we have been searching for clues throughout the galaxy through the Webway and have seen many greenskin tribes. But there are too many of them, and they are everywhere. I can't tell where the change will begin." Osuvis frowned sadly.

"So we came to Octareus, which is the place with the most orcs in the galaxy. They have also been fighting with the Tyranids recently, so I decided to try my luck. As soon as I entered the star field, my premonition became stronger and stronger. The threads of fate I sensed were so complicated that they involved all races."

When she said this, Osuvis' voice trembled a little. She was very scared because what she saw seemed to be a disaster, an end of the world that would sweep up all races.

After listening to all the details told by Osuvis, Yrel's face turned ugly. "This doesn't seem like a mission prophecy, but more like a doomsday prophecy. The clowns danced the relevant dance... What you said gave me chills down my spine."

"So how has Octarius been doing recently? Orcs evolve because of battles. I once fought an orc boss, and my physical condition was at its peak. It was the most difficult battle I have ever fought. If it weren't for the ranger's covering shooting, I might have died."

When Parker Pan thinks back to the battle with the orcs, he still feels a lingering fear.

"Some major events have happened recently. The battle in the Octares star field was too long, and there were many important processes involved. I can only explain them briefly." Iriel began to slowly explain the entire Octares campaign.

In short, after humans introduced the Tyranids, the Tyranids suffered a major defeat at first and lost a lot of biomass. Later, the Great Devourer learned from the lesson and changed its tactics. It no longer fought head-on with the Orks, but used excellent tactics to fight guerrilla warfare with the Orks to accumulate strength.

After a long period of maneuvering, the Great Devourer finally accumulated enough strength, and his main hive fleet finally arrived at the core galaxy of the Octares Orc Star Domain, the Octaria Galaxy, and launched a full-scale attack on the main star.

The long battles with the green-skinned orcs made the Great Devourer more and more cunning and shrewd. He constantly provoked infighting among the orcs, thereby obtaining a large amount of biomass, which became the basis for him to squander biomass in Octaria.

The war was extremely difficult and brutal, to the point where rivers of blood were not enough to describe it.

In the end, the Great Devourer still gained the upper hand, and just as he was about to capture the main star of the Octaria system, the Ork boulder that fell from the sky disrupted his strategy.

Bonebreaker, who claimed to be the prophet of Gomao II, descended from the sky with his army. Led by a new and waaaghier boss, the orcs' fighting power increased exponentially, directly defeating the attack of the Great Devourer.

“This was the First Battle of Octaria,” Yrel said, taking a sip of water from his cup.

"Do you think this orc boss known as Bone Crusher is the orc boss you predicted?" Parker Pan asked Osuvis.

"He is indeed very strong, he is very similar, but I am not sure." Osuvis shook his head and continued to ask Yrel: "What happened later, did Bonebreaker still lead the orcs to attack the Tyranids?"

"Later, to everyone's surprise, Bonebreaker led most of the strongest orcs to leave Octarea and headed for a planet called Armageddon. That planet used to be the capital of the Orc Empire. It may have a special meaning to the orcs, which made the strongest Bonebreaker at the moment willing to give up the Octares star field to go there."

"After he left, the Tyranids caught their breath, and Octares was suppressed by them again. Judging from the current situation, the orcs are very pessimistic, and the Second Battle of Octarea has begun." Osuvis's tone dropped.

"The new Orc Overlord, also known as the Great Demon King, is still fighting. The Tyranids in the entire star field are suppressing the Orcs with a biological fleet of millions. The Great Devourer has too great an advantage. If there is no external force to intervene, the Orc Great Demon King will not be able to hold on for long."

"Respected Irel Sizhan, you seem to feel regretful about the defeat of the orcs? Aren't not only the orcs, but also the Tyranids hostile aliens to us? Their deaths should have nothing to do with us." At this time, Tyranda interrupted. She was very sensitive to emotions.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Because I hate these Zerg even more. They destroyed my home. I wish the orcs would kill them all." The hatred in the tone of Irriel, who had just been polite, seemed to make the atmosphere several degrees colder.

"But judging from the current situation, the orcs will eventually become food for the Tyranid swarm, and the size of the swarm will only grow. Unless some external force intervenes to help the orcs, like us..."

Help the orcs? This idea was too bold. Not only Osuvis, but also the usually steady Pakpan was surprised. It seemed that the Eldar had not cooperated with the orcs since the War in Heaven. How could Yrel have such an amazing idea?

"I want to remind you, Irel Si Zhan, even if you wish to cooperate with the orcs temporarily, their boss may only think about whether your head is suitable to be hung on the rack behind him. They are too violent and barbaric. I have countless examples to prove this." Parker Pan said seriously.

"I know Master Pakpan." Yrel replied politely, "Now, I feel that it is no coincidence that Prophet Osuvis came here. She reminded me that I should dare to pursue and do what I think is right."

Yrel smiled, a terrifying smile, "We don't need to cooperate with the orcs. We can quietly guide the orcs from behind and help them gain an advantage."

Chapter 189 Chess pieces, chess players, or chess boards?

"Excuse me, respected prophet, did you predict that I would stand on the side of the orcs and help them become stronger?" Irel still maintained that smile and asked softly to Osuvis.

Osuvis lowered her head, as if she was afraid to look Irel in the eye. She closed her eyes and sensed for a long time before saying, "I... I don't know, but... since I boarded the Uvis Ark, I always feel like I'm being pushed by something."

"Yes, it seems that we feel the same way. I just went to the spaceport to relax, and then we met. I have a suggestion, respected prophet. I will take you to the Uvis Ark Council, where you can expound on your mission prophecy."

Irel's words made Osuvis excited, but her mood was immediately brought down by Irel's next words.

"But please believe me, no matter how good your words are, no matter how much they value and are moved, they still won't do anything. I pushed for the Uvis Ark to pass through Octareus to pay attention to the orcs and the Tyranids, the two great enemies of our race, and it took hundreds of years."

"Any ruling political system is like this. They pursue stability and hate risk. But don't be disappointed. They will give you a right, which is to recruit followers on the Ark." When he said this, Iriel smiled. In an instant, everyone present understood, and they all looked at Iriel in surprise.

"In the Ark's military system, the refugees from the Malantai Ark account for a large proportion. After all, when the Ark was in the most dangerous time, military personnel with stronger physical fitness were more likely to survive. And I will bring them to join you and become your followers."

"We can go to the core system of the Octareus star field alone and play a key role. Dear prophet, is this in your prophecy?"

Osuvis was speechless due to the pressure from Irel's aura. Pakpan came over and gently blocked Irel's sight with his body, which made Osuvis feel better.

"Calm down, feel with your heart, and choose with your heart. Even if you don't believe in yourself, you must believe in me who chooses you." Parkpan said gently to Osuvis.

Osuvis took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and mobilized her spiritual energy, trying to sense the thread of fate and touch the prophecy she had predicted.

The thread of fate is a very vague concept. For those who don't understand it, it is just a very mysterious concept and it is hard to tell whether it is true or false. However, for truly powerful psychics who are proficient in this field, it is clearly visible.

It's like looking up and seeing a mountain in front of you. The mountain is right there and cannot be ignored. However, it is very difficult for psychics to understand their fate, just like the poem, "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu because I am in it."

The prophet in the mountain cannot see the whole picture of the mountain, and on top of the mountain, there is a well-known evil god making trouble, so predictions are even more difficult.

After an unknown amount of time, Osuvis opened her eyes. There was no more confusion in her innocent and somewhat timid eyes, but they sparkled like stars.

"I agree with Yrel's proposal. I sense that this is part of the prophecy."

As she finished speaking, everyone laughed. Yrel laughed because his goal had been achieved, Tyranda laughed out of doting, and Puck-Pan laughed out of relief that the prophet he had high hopes for had grown up.

A relatively large Eldar fleet will set off. Although the number of this fleet is relatively small compared to the Greenskins and Zerg, its combat effectiveness is extremely strong. Some warships still carry weapons preserved from the War in Heaven.

The perspective moves away from the Eldar and moves upwards, overlooking the entire Octares Orc star field. Brutal wars are taking place in this star field every day, and the advantage of the Great Devourer is growing bigger and bigger every second.

But the calm Great Devourer did not relax at all. He felt that the threats from all sides were growing stronger and stronger, and the unstable factors were increasing.

He will deploy a large number of Zerg fleets in the north of the star field, because the psychic brain worms used for reconnaissance have discovered the presence of the Eldar in the north.

Since the Eldar are good at camouflage and difficult to detect, it is impossible to determine their exact number, so more Zerg fleets must be deployed to deal with emergencies.

There is an area in the east of the star field that is even more troublesome. A Zerg fleet stationed there encountered a Necron fleet and was annihilated.

These metal enemies are what the Great Devourer hates the most. Fighting against them will result in a loss of biomass regardless of whether you win or lose.

These abominable metal skeletons are extremely powerful. Their main forces are fighting against the main forces of the Zerg in the outskirts of the galaxy, causing considerable obstacles to the Zerg's devouring of the galaxy.

Therefore, in this area in the east, some powerful Zerg fleets must be reserved to prevent the continued invasion of the Necrons.

The south and west were fine, as they were areas intersecting with the human empire, so there was basically no pressure. The Great Devourer was also preparing to send some tentacle fleets to attack the salients of the human-controlled area, to contain them while perhaps expanding its sphere of influence.

A variable appeared on the southern battlefield, a suddenly rising orc clan. The loss of two Zerg fleets forced the Great Devourer to spend some computing power to consider whether the situation in the south would continue to deteriorate.