Zuo Sishen nodded in agreement: "You are right. I am already conducting research on this aspect. If nothing else happens, there will be results in about half a year. In addition, do you have the latest period on hand?

Time, information about the evil dragons that are more active near Amn or Waterdeep? It’s really not possible, but there are traces of large-scale migration and gathering of orc tribes.”

"Information about the evil dragon? Traces of the orc tribe? Why do you suddenly ask this?" Jeffrey was stunned for a moment.

"Because I want to use them to test a special magic weapon."

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose slightly, revealing a chilling smile.

"Well... if you are testing magic weapons, the orc tribe that is gathering in large numbers near the Silver Moon Alliance in the North should be a good choice."

Jeffrey pondered for a moment and immediately selected the most suitable one from the many pieces of information.

Because orcs are bloodthirsty, cruel, chaotic intelligent creatures that only know how to destroy and never produce. In the eyes of most city-states and countries, they basically do not belong to the category of "human beings" like goblins. Therefore, regardless of killing

It doesn’t matter how much.

Take Amn as an example, although slavery is prohibited by law.

But if you want to tame an orc, gnoll, ogre or goblin as a slave and order it to perform various heavy manual labor, most law enforcement officials will not have any objections.

They do not belong to "people" in the first place, so naturally they are not protected by law and cannot obtain the so-called "citizenship".

Only hybrids like half-orcs can be reluctantly recognized by society and receive corresponding legal protection.

This is also the reason why the mage tower breeds goblins and sells them to the Masked Mage Guild without any trouble.

"Are the orcs around the Northland Silver Moon Alliance starting to make moves again?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.

If he remembered correctly, when he went to Waterdeep City last year, he heard the news from merchants that Silvermoon City was besieged by the orc army.

Jeffrey sneered and corrected: "To be precise, they are ready to move every year, but they have never come within 20 kilometers of Silver Moon City.

Except for their numbers, these idiots have no power to confront the mages head-on.

Therefore, the orc army usually just plunders the surrounding villages, leaving thousands of corpses behind and then retreats to the wild forests, mountains and wastelands.

In the Northland area, this has almost become a tradition.

Strong adventurers and mercenary teams even regard hunting orcs as a carnival.

Every autumn and winter, they would go out in large numbers to hunt down the orc tribes, cut off their noses as proof, and bring them back in exchange for bounties."

"Since they know they can't defeat Silvermoon City, why do the orcs continue to waste their troops? Do they really have any IQ flaws? Or do they just want to vent the killing and destruction in their hearts?

Desire?"

Zuo Si obviously couldn't understand the logic behind the orcs' behavior.

In his view, war is about being fully prepared and then launching a sudden attack with thunderous momentum, destroying the opponent's effective forces before they can react, or occupying important cities and strongholds, and even if it fails, destroying the opponent's supply lines.
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But what are these orcs doing?

Do you give life to the troops and adventurers of the Silver Moon Alliance every year to gain experience?

Or do you want to use this method to consume a population that cannot be fed?

Jeffrey noticed Zuo Si's doubts and immediately explained with a smile: "I think you should not waste your efforts to understand the thinking logic of the orcs. Because they are essentially not much different from the abyss demons. They are all a group of people who want to come up with something.

Whether it was organizing manpower to launch an attack or plundering surrounding farms and small towns, it was most likely the chiefs' impromptu initiative."

"Well, it seems that I really can't get along with people from the chaotic camp." Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh.

Due to the habit he developed while living in the high tower of the Floating City, he always wants to figure out other people's thoughts and ideas, and then analyze their personality tendencies, so that he can make some targeted preparations.
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However, the chaotic camp's arbitrary style makes its behavior completely unpredictable.

Maybe the so-called "idiot beats the master" refers to this situation.

Because people in the chaotic camp do things without logic at all, and they don't follow the so-called rules. In many cases, they are not even motivated by interests, they just simply think it is interesting.

"Do you need me to teleport you there?" Jeffrey asked very thoughtfully.

"Of course. I've never been north of Waterdeep."

Zuo Si gave a straightforward affirmative answer.

After all, he just wants to test the power of the "Holy Physics Ball" in actual combat. If it can be teleported directly, of course it must be teleported directly, otherwise it would be too slow to fly over on a dragon.

Without saying a word, Jeffrey grabbed Zuo Si's arm and began to chant a complicated spell.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared from the mage tower in Askatra, and then appeared out of thin air in the wilderness thousands of kilometers away.

Since Faerûn has now entered winter, almost everything in the north is covered in white snow.

However, in the open space in the distance, a huge camp can be vaguely seen, as well as countless tents made of leather, and bonfires burning like stars.

Even the orcs who are said to be able to endure the harshest natural environment, in this temperature of ten to twenty degrees below zero, if they do not keep themselves warm, many of them will probably freeze to death after one night.

"How many orcs are there?" Zuo Si asked in an uncertain tone.

Jeffrey glanced at it and quickly replied: "At least fifty thousand to one hundred thousand, maybe more."

Hearing this number, Zuo Si was obviously surprised: "Can the barren land in the North support so many orcs?"

"According to Silvermoon City's official records, the orcs have assembled a huge army of more than half a million at one time.

Some scholars speculate that there are at least three to four million orc tribes living in the North.

But the problem is that orcs are a race that will never engage in production, so they simply cannot feed such a large population by hunting and fishing alone.

Therefore, some people think that these orcs are very likely to be similar to the Battle of Orc Gate that took place in the Mulhorand region. They should all come to Faerûn from another world through the portal.

Of course, the above statement is not supported by actual evidence.

But the terrifying numbers and reproductive capabilities of the orcs are indeed a headache for these city-states dominated by humans, elves and dwarves."

Jeffrey poured out all the information he knew about the orcs in the North.

After all, compared to the cowardice of the goblin gods, the orc gods are quite fierce.

Especially as the main god of the orcs, Gruumsh was the first god-killer in Faerûn, who killed the sun god of the Mulhorand pantheon in battle.

Zuo Si undoubtedly heard the hint in the other party's words, touched his chin and asked meaningfully: "Do you think if I kill all these orcs, will their gods descend into saints or incarnate?"

"It's hard to say, but I think it's better not to take this risk." Jeffrey advised cautiously.

"Relax, I didn't say I wanted to drive them all away. What's more, even if the orc gods come down and incarnate, what will happen? I don't have gods as a backing."

After that, Zuo Si took out a sealed metal box from his bag and put out all the dozen "Physics Holy Balls" he had made.

Before Jeffrey had time to react, he saw high-speed rotating iron balls with spikes and blades flying straight into the sky above his head, and then getting bigger and bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

, until they become terrifying iron balls with a diameter of two meters.

When these spheres with astonishing lethality flew to a high enough height, they quickly hit the location of the orc camp like meteorites under the cover of night.

An orc warrior who was patrolling seemed to notice something and raised his head to look at the black night sky.

Just a second later, he heard the sound of howling wind, and then saw a huge black iron ball appearing in front of him out of thin air.

I saw that the high-speed rotating blade did not encounter any resistance at all, and easily tore through the hard leather armor, and tore open the chest of the orc, and blood, minced meat and bones suddenly flew everywhere.

In less than half a second, the orc's upper body was completely separated from his lower body, and he could basically be pronounced dead on the spot.

But if you think that’s the end of it, you’re totally wrong.

As the iron ball got closer, the sharp spikes all over the surface began to grind his whole body into pieces like a millstone, turning into a cloud of blood flying in the air.

There are no words to describe this bloody and brutal scene.

What's even more frightening is that as more and more iron balls fall, the entire camp turns into the same purgatory-like scene.

No matter whether it is the orcs who are responsible for standing guard or the orcs who are sleeping next to the campfire, no one who blocks the path of the iron ball will survive.

In addition, those bonfires that were blown away would inevitably ignite all the surrounding tents, forming a spectacular sea of ​​​​fire as far as the eye can see.

In addition, the orc army is originally composed of countless small tribes, with no systematic command at all, and the response speed to emergencies is slower than a snail.

Suddenly, there was a situation of bombing the camp.

After all, anyone who is not a fool will immediately choose to run away after seeing those terrifying iron balls spinning at high speed, instead of rushing forward to test whether his body can withstand such a terrifying attack.

In a short time, thousands of orcs died under the indiscriminate pursuit of the iron balls.

Moreover, most of the corpses of the deceased were dismembered beyond recognition, and not even a single complete body piece could be found.

As a powerful high-level mage, Jeffrey has seen many tragic killing scenes, but never has the scene brought about by these inconspicuous iron balls been more shocking.

Because this is not magic at all, but the purest physical attack.

The cutting effect produced by self-rotation is somewhat similar to the blade on a chariot. As long as the speed is fast enough, it can easily cut through anything it touches.

It is this effect that creates the chilling bloody killings before our eyes.

In addition, there is another impact with automatic tracking and extremely fast speed, which is very easy to be ignored.

You must know that the impact force of an iron ball with a diameter of two meters due to its own weight and speed cannot be resisted by anything.

Even if it hits the ground, it will cause a slight earthquake within a certain range around it.

A strong orc who seemed to have a warrior or barbarian level just held up his shield and tried to block one of the iron balls.

As a result, he was smashed into the air like a tattered rag doll, then fell down and died with a bang, without even having time to scream.

Let alone flesh and blood, even the walls of the castle may not be able to withstand this.

In fact, the iron balls on some breaker construction trucks that are specially used to demolish houses are only about two meters in diameter. Basically, they can easily smash reinforced concrete walls when they are shaken.
To be continued...