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"My teacher is not dead!"
"He was obviously dead. He died when he became a lich, right? He just wasn't buried. Forget it, don't worry about these details. Anyway, he was the one who defeated your teacher, right? He is also a strong man, right? We orcs respect all those who win battles fairly.
"So I said, I want to meet him."
Cloche hesitated.
For a moment, there was an awkward silence in the big tent.
Suddenly, Cloche said, "Do you want to break through the gates of Minos and accomplish something that has never been accomplished before?"
"Yes," Asule said, "but we can actually achieve this goal without you. We almost conquered the city wall this afternoon. The next step is to prepare the siege weapons, and when we officially launch the attack, we can use the Wyvern airdrop to coordinate, and we will be able to actually break in. Your so-called ritual was originally just our backup plan."
Cloche was shocked. "Backup plan? Teacher's great ritual magic is actually a backup plan?"
Asule: "It's not only a backup plan, your teacher is also very clear about this. It's just that there are human mages in the army who can make up for the types of spellcasters. We orcs don't have mages, only shamans and witch doctors, and they... are more limited.
"I have told your teacher all of these considerations, and he has no objection. We each get what we need."
Krosh was shocked by what he just heard: "What... You mean, our value is only to supplement the orc army's spellcasters?"
"Right." Asule nodded. "So relax. If a fight really breaks out later, I won't let you face that...what's his name? Planeswalker alone? Look, I'm drinking in the big tent, but I'm wearing armor and carrying all the magical equipment, just to prepare for a big battle with that great wizard!"
As he spoke, Asule smiled wildly, looking like a gladiator about to fight a great battle.
**
In the city of Minos, at Mrs. Williams's ball, Rosalie was skillfully dealing with the nobles.
"Don't worry," she said with a smile, "The Archmage will be here soon after he finishes his work. The orcs left some strange magical devices and runes on the city wall today, and he is studying them!"
A noble lady immediately chimed in: "What on earth is that? If it was placed there by orcs, it must have some evil purpose!"
Rosalie: "According to the little bit I heard, the orcs are using a spell that will make everyone in the city gain 30 pounds!"
The ladies screamed.
Rosalie: "This way, when the orcs stew it, there will be more oil in the soup!"
Everyone immediately realized that this was a joke and laughed out loud to show their respect.
On the other side, powerful nobles gathered around Bernal and asked a similar question: Where is the archmage?
Bernard: "Don't worry, I'm here, how could the Grand Mage not come? In fact, the so-called celebration banquet is a scam. His real purpose is to meet you all. In the future, the Mage Tower behind him may come to Minos every once in a while to select talented children to join the Mage Tower to study!"
This was of course false, but the emperor of Monrovia certainly knew how to fool his courtiers.
While the father and daughter were fooling people, Minos' most loyal heavy armored knights were quietly gathering, with the eldest prince Eowyn and the third prince Audi serving as the commander-in-chief and deputy commander respectively.
There were no noble knights or their followers in the heavy cavalry. They were all experienced citizen cavalrymen of the Knights Templar. Their armor and horses were all provided by the royal family. They were equivalent to the standing soldiers of the royal Melward family of Monrovia.
Éowyn looked at her brother and said, "If we die in battle here, what do you think will happen to our second brother who is paralyzed in bed?"
Audi: "My second brother is a strong man. He might perform better as an emperor than you and me. Monrovia is a place where talented people come from. There are even people who serve as generals in wheelchairs!"
"That is true," Éowyn said, looking up at the sky. "I had a nightmare the day the tower disappeared."
"Nightmare? Then go and take a nap next to the dwarves' boiler. I didn't expect that ridiculous suggestion would actually work." Audi shook his head. "That wizard is such a scary guy. No wonder the Shadow Thief said that the new Duke of Langdon wanted him to stay and assist him."
Eowyn smiled: "I want to keep him too. With his help, governing the world will be as easy as roasting chicken wings!"
Just as he finished speaking, a bean-sized drop of water hit the eldest prince's armor, making a "bang" sound.
Audi laughed and said, "Hey, who spit this?"
Before he could finish his words, a large number of raindrops fell all over the sky, and the noise of the heavy rain covered the voices of ordinary people talking.
Audi: "Oh my god, why is it raining? Get out of the rain!"
Eowyn: "No! We can't hide from the rain! Heavy rain will make the ground muddy, and it will take us longer to reach the enemy camp! But heavy rain will also cover up our traces of movement. We should move out now!"
Audi: "Are you sure? It's just getting dark, and Mrs. Williams hasn't even started her opening dance yet. Everyone is chatting in a group!"
The eldest prince said firmly: "Confirmed! Pass on my order, don't make any noise, keep quiet, and open the city gate!"
When the soldiers guarding the city gate heard this, they immediately opened the bolt, and then ten people pulled a door and slowly opened Minos' last line of defense.
The eldest prince: "Let's go!"
The trumpet player held up the trumpet: "Want to play it?"
"Idiot! I told you to be quiet! Go!"
**
Underground, Flint suddenly stopped and looked at the drainage ditch on the side of the passage: "The water flow has become faster."
Nini came to him and said, "Maybe it's raining on the surface?"
"This water flow looks..." Flint had just finished speaking when an obvious "wave crest" swept across the gutter in front of him. Of course, it was a mini version of the gutter that was of a suitable size.
"Well," the dwarf muttered, "it's really going to rain hard. Rhett Butler! Is there anything wrong with your alchemical explosives?"
Rhett Butler turned around and gave a thumbs up.
Nini suddenly raised her head: "I have a feeling that the teacher has arrived at the enemy camp."
"What? You are so close that you can sense each other? Then Elizabeth deserves to lose!" Flint teased.
"I'm also a prophecy type, don't you know?" Nini said, "but the teacher forbids me to disable the protection type."
Flint: "In that case, let's speed up!"
**
Xiaobai braved the heavy rain and landed on the large parade ground in front of the military tent in the orc camp.
There are already a large number of orc warriors lined up in the rain, and the whole atmosphere is quite solemn and murderous.
In the sky were a group of wyverns circling in the rain.
In this atmosphere, the king turned over and got off the griffin.
He only had a Rain Shelter spell, which was a small trick developed by the Professor of Life Magic in the Mage Tower. Although it was just a trick, it could effectively prevent the heavy rain from wetting the mage's spellcasting materials.
There are a lot of powdery materials in the wizard's spellcasting materials. When they get wet, they turn into a lump and become unusable.
With his only trick of sheltering from the rain, the king walked towards the orcs' central camp under the gaze of 10,000 orc warriors.
The curtain of the central military tent was lifted, and a very handsome-looking orc walked out of the tent, followed by a large group of ferocious orc warriors.
"Welcome!" the orc said loudly.
King: "Oh, please ask this slave to inform your overlord. I need to see him for something."
The wizard's words echoed over the orc camp. The entire camp was so quiet that only the sound of the rain was making noise.
The next moment, all the orcs roared angrily, and the sound even overwhelmed the thunder in the sky.
Wang: "Huh? This reaction?"
He looked at the orc carefully.
"You are actually the Overlord himself?"
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Chapter 134 Listening to the Orc Overlord Talk about the Past
The king looked at the excited orcs around him and shrugged.
Xiaobai was still pretending to be a griffin, so he acted frightened and made uneasy neighs, imitating the scene perfectly.
The orc raised one hand, and the excited orcs all quieted down.
King: "Wow, you have trained the orcs so well, and it seems that you didn't use any lich magic. You are quite good, orc!"
The orc smiled and asked, "You charged into the battle alone, but you didn't know I was an orc. Why didn't I believe you?"
"Ah, it's my bad habit. I don't remember unimportant information or information that I have a preconceived notion about. This time it's the same. I have a preconceived notion that the orc overlord should be very big and green, so..."
Wang smiled apologetically.
What he said was true. This was indeed information that he had overlooked. Maybe someone had mentioned it during a previous intelligence summary, but he had forgotten about it.
Wang: "You are a half-orc, which makes things easier. At least one of your parents is human. Have you ever lived in human society?"
The mage's task is actually just one: to attract the orcs' attention. So whether he starts a fight or chats with the orc overlord, the result makes no difference, as both serve to delay time and distract attention.
The orc said coldly, "I have lived in the human world for eighteen years. I spent the first seven years serving the fighting slaves in the arena, providing them with food, bandaging them, scrubbing their bodies, and throwing the poor creatures who were beaten but survived the audience's 'trial' out of the arena dormitory to fend for themselves."
The so-called trial in the arena means that after the fight, the audience decides the life and death of the loser. Thumbs up means life, thumbs down means death.
In fact, when it is actually carried out, there is no such thing as the exact number of people with thumbs up. At that time, you can roughly judge by listening to whether the audience is cheering or booing.
But even if they survived, the defeated slaves were almost dead. The arena would not keep idle people, and would not use healing scrolls or healing potions to treat the disabled.
Once you become disabled, your best luck would be to stay in the arena and work as a laborer, doing odd jobs.
The orc continued, "When I was eight years old, the owner of the arena gave me a dagger and asked me to participate in the group fights. I only had a dagger and a loincloth. But I survived time and time again."
Wang: "Oh, then you must have won enough prize money and redeemed yourself!"
The orc laughed: "You really believe the stories in the bard's poems! There is no such thing. The fate of a gladiator slave is to fight to death in the arena. Even if you win all the games, you can never be redeemed.
"Rather, as you get older, the owner of the arena will start to consider giving you a glorious, dramatic death. After all, the arena doesn't want an old man."
Wang: “Oh, and then?”
The orc came to his senses at this time: "You want to listen to my stories about the past in the heavy rain? What are you doing here? Didn't you say you had something to ask me? Tell me!"
King: "I'm here to tell you something, about the spell 'Orem's Soul Focus'."
Wang noticed that one of the necromancers raised his head. Judging from his position, he should be the leader of the necromancers in the camp.
The orc frowned in confusion: "What kind of spell is this?"
"That's the spell that the lich wanted you to help cast. Do you understand my explanation? This spell extracts souls, but it doesn't just extract souls within the spell's range. It actually affects the entire area, and will extract the souls of all intelligent creatures in the area."
This is a lie! This is indeed a spell that accurately extracts souls within the ritual range of the spell. But Wang temporarily slapped his head and thought that the knowledge of the Nine Rings spell was so rare in this plane, and the knowledge of the Legendary spell might be even rarer.
Moreover, the body of the lich who studied this spell has been killed, and the current apprentices may not understand the essence of this spell. Even if they understand it, it still requires persuasiveness, right? The words of the nine-ring wizard who can kill the lich are naturally more persuasive than the words of the apprentice of the lich who was killed.
However, the effect of this sentence was better than Wang imagined.