Heavy chunks of ice fell to the ground like meteorites, knocking the originally dense and tall weeds into pieces.

Grindelwald cast a spell to hold up a small protective umbrella for the horses staying outside, preventing them from being injured or killed by the hail.

At the same time, a bonfire was successfully lit in the tree hole, and potatoes, onions and fresh meat were stewed in the pot on the shelf.

These three ingredients are the most commonly eaten by people who have been adventuring in the wild for a long time.

On the one hand, it is cheap and can be supplied in almost any village. On the other hand, it is easy to store and there is no need to worry about it rotting and deteriorating due to bumps and bumps.

After a while, the aroma of the food wafted out.

Vanswijk skillfully took out a seasoning packet from his pocket, first sprinkled some refined salt and MSG produced in the West Coast Empire, and then added some dried chili to enhance the taste.

After all, in this humid weather with constant rain, nothing can beat the cold and keep warm than eating something spicy.

“It tastes great! There’s nothing better than a bowl of delicious and spicy stew at a time like this.”

Grindelwald swallowed the slightly hot food in his mouth and showed a very satisfied expression.

"It should be paired with a sip of strong wine."

With that said, Dumbledore handed over the metal wine flask in his hand.

Grindelwald took it without saying a word, raised his head and took a sip. Then he exclaimed with gleaming eyes: "Sambia's special fire whiskey? You, an old drunkard, actually hide such a good thing? I

I thought I drank them all on the boat crossing the Dragon Bay!"

"How is that possible! Of course, good things should be saved and enjoyed slowly."

Dumbledore snatched the wine bottle back and handed it to the handsome elf priest next to him.

Being cared about by his beloved, Vanswijk suddenly had a faint blush on his face, and his eyes were full of affection. He picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.

The three of them just took a sip and quickly consumed all the food and liquor.

Just as the atmosphere was heating up, and a restricted action scene was about to take place, the bad weather outside suddenly changed strangely.

I saw a huge figure vaguely emerging from the dark clouds above my head.

Before they could react to what was happening, an extremely thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky.

boom!!!!!!!

The dazzling light and the violent shaking of the ground immediately frightened the horses and ran away.

Immediately afterwards, a huge rift suddenly opened out of thin air, and thousands of orc warriors poured in from the other side.

There are so many of them that they look like a tidal wave.

"This...is this?!!"

Dumbledore stood up suddenly and extinguished the bonfire as quickly as possible, then poked his head out of the tree hole and looked out.

This was the first time he intuitively felt how terrifying the supernatural power of this world could be.

Especially the huge crack that tore apart the space, it was like splitting the heaven and earth from the middle.

"This is divine power! Incomparably chaotic and evil divine power! The orc god Gruumsh is angry!"

Vanswijk expressed his feelings in a trembling voice.

As a priest, he is naturally very sensitive to divine power, not to mention that the other party did not make any cover-up at all.

"Angry? Why?"

Grindelwald asked with a serious face.

Vanswijk shook his head slightly: "Don't ask me, how could I know. Whether it was Tyr, the god of justice that I believed in before, or the god of love and beauty that I serve now, they all hate the chaotic and evil orc pantheon.

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Just when Grindelwald wanted to ask for more information in this area, Dumbledore suddenly pointed at the mighty orc army in the distance and said: "No! Look! They are coming towards us!"

Following the direction of his finger, one could clearly see the orc army pouring out of the cracks, advancing towards the defense line where the tree hole was located at extremely fast speeds.

In particular, the orc cavalry riding wargs will use the keen sense of smell of canines to grab out the creatures hidden in the grass, tear them to pieces, and devour them.

Obviously, it is basically impossible to avoid it simply by relying on invisibility.

"Oh - this is not good."

Grindelwald subconsciously pulled out the small silver metal statuette hanging on his belt for emergencies.

Now he finally understood why the man who called himself "Codelin" was willing to offer such a sky-high commission of five thousand gold coins as a deposit.

"What should we do now? Use teleportation magic to retreat?"

Vanswijk was obviously extremely nervous, and the arm holding the mace was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Because he is an elf!

The other side is the orcs who regard the elves as their mortal enemies!

Once he falls into the hands of these violent beasts, what he will face is not just torture and death, but even his soul after death may not be able to enter the kingdom of gods.

"No! We can't just give up halfway! Gellert, you take Vanswijk and go first, while I stay behind."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a frightening light, and he made a very decisive decision.

"Are you crazy?"

Grindelwald turned his head sharply and asked sharply.

But Dumbledore grinned and asked, "Do you look like I'm crazy?

No, I'm rational.

Precisely because this matter may involve a battle between gods, I am never willing to give up.

After all, as long as you give up this kind of thing for the first time, you will have to do it countless times.

When a person is used to retreating whenever he encounters danger or trouble, can a great adventure still be called an adventure?

So I want to follow the example of most adventurers in this world to face dangers and difficulties and create my own legend."

As close friends, lovers, and soul mates who have known each other since they were young, Grindelwald understood almost instantly what his old friend wanted to express, and asked solemnly: "Even if you pay for it with your life?"

"Well, yes, even if it costs your life."

Dumbledore's face began to smile with excitement and anticipation.

"Hahahaha! Okay! In that case, I will stay with you. Vanswijk, you go first."

Grindelwald laughed and slapped the elf priest on the butt.

But what’s interesting is that although Vanswijk was very frightened, he did not choose to escape alone. Instead, he subconsciously clutched the Holy Emblem of the “Fire-Haired Lady” and said in an extremely firm tone: “If you don’t leave, neither will I.”

Go. Whether it is Tyr, the great god of justice, or Suna, the god of love and beauty, they all teach their followers never to abandon their friends in the face of danger."

"But this time I might really die!"

Grindelwald stared into the clear eyes of the elf priest and issued a warning.

"It doesn't matter, then let us die generously like the heroes in the bard's stories."

After that, Vanswijk began to pray to the goddess he believed in, and then the sacred energy spurted out from his body, giving the three people the blessing of not being afraid of the fear in their hearts.

The light produced by divine magic is undoubtedly very conspicuous in the darkness.

The warg cavalry who rushed at the front first noticed someone in the tree hole, and then howled one after another.

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Under the transmission of this unique wolf message, two to three hundred wolf cavalry quickly gathered, followed closely by the orc warriors without mounts.

"Humans? Elves? Kill them and sacrifice them to the great Gruumsh!"

The leading orc raised the spear in his hand and took the lead in charging.

In the culture he has been exposed to for a long time, both elves and humans are weak and born to be conquered and enslaved by themselves.

Because only weak races would hide behind city walls and fortresses, not daring to face the cruel wilderness, and survive by growing crops, something that only lowly slaves could do.

A truly strong man should abide by the law of survival of the fittest, with only the strongest warriors qualified to become the leaders of the tribe.

Those who are weak should be bullied severely and obey the strong unconditionally like humble slaves.

It has to be said that in terms of self-awareness of self-strength, the orcs as a whole have the same beauty as the barbarian tribes with missing brains and incomplete cerebellum development.

After all, if they are as powerful as they boast, why is the richest and most extensive land in Faerûn always occupied by humans, elves, dwarves and gnomes who represent civilization?

Why are the orcs constantly driven into inaccessible wilderness, forests and mountains?

Because they prefer the beautiful natural scenery there?

Give me a break!

Anyone who has lived around mountains and forests or rivers and lakes knows that the bullshit advertising slogan of "beautiful scenery surrounded by mountains and rivers" is a fucking lie.

Being close to mountains means there are a lot of birds, small animals, spiders and insects, and being close to water means there are so many mosquitoes that they can suck you dry.

Therefore, these guys do not live in areas with harsh environments voluntarily, but are driven there by the continuous squeeze of living space. It is civilization that ruthlessly defeats barbarism, and it is also an all-round crushing of organizational capabilities and productivity levels.

If it weren't for the support of gods behind them, the orcs would have been killed long ago if they had to be productive but not productive, and they needed organization but not organization. They basically relied on robbing weapons, equipment and food. If they swarmed into a battle without any discipline, they would have been killed long ago.
To be continued...