novelraw Chapter 19 The Thoughts of the Gods
Chapter 19 The Thoughts of the Gods
Seeing the War Hall explode, the five powerful gods were speechless for a moment.
Everyone was dissatisfied with the behavior of this big green guy, but like [Wisdom and Mystery], they dared not have a direct conflict with [War Hall].
Although they are no weaker than the War Hall, and their families are no less powerful than the Orc Empire, none of them are willing to provoke a conflict first.
After all, those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.
Orcs are a volatile race; you don't need to push them too far before they retaliate without hesitation.
In the end, both he and the War Hall suffered heavy losses, allowing other righteous gods who were watching the battle to reap the benefits.
The current state of humanity serves as the best warning.
Ultimately, the meeting between the gods ended in discord, and the fate of the Kingdom of Ruhr seemed to be moving closer and closer to destruction, just as the [Hall of War] had predicted.
However, before the gods departed, [Wisdom and Mystery] gave [War Hall] the middle finger.
"What do you mean by that?"
[War Hall] Raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress the surge of anger.
"This is a gesture that the new God of Light made when he ascended to the throne, and I still don't understand it."
[The Mystery of Wisdom] After saying this, his figure vanished and he left the Pantheon.
[War Hall] remained, his brow furrowed, watching his middle finger repeatedly extend and retract, pondering its possible meaning.
In the end, He decided not to dwell on these trivial matters, but instead rose and walked toward the head of the round table, sitting in the former seat of the "Holy Throne of Light."
A thousand years ago, the Holy Throne of Light was the head of the gods of order and the deity closest to supreme divine power. However, just before ascending to supreme divine power, He insisted on slaying the Gluttonous Dragon and unfortunately perished.
The Hall of War didn't understand what the Throne of Light was thinking, but it knew very well what the Throne of Light wanted to obtain from the Gluttonous Dragon.
And now, that thing is most likely in the hands of the new God of Light.
[War Hall] We must obtain those items as soon as possible; time is running out for Him.
The self-repair of the world of Errol is accelerating every year, and it is expected to be fully restored in a maximum of one hundred years.
At that time, the magic of the world of Errol will return, and the world will once again belong to the golden and silver races, and all my current advantages will be lost.
Orcs are ultimately just a Black Iron race, not even a Bronze race.
In the face of absolute strength, sheer numbers are meaningless.
Therefore, He must obtain that thing before the world of Errol fully heals itself; He must obtain the key to ascend to supreme divine power before that.
My descendants, don't let your ancestor down!
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Orcs, a race of the Dark Iron.
A race with dark green skin, thick limbs, and an extremely violent, bloodthirsty, and greedy temperament.
Adult orcs are about three meters tall and weigh an average of 500 kilograms.
The average lifespan of an ordinary orc is around sixty years, and they reach maturity in about ten years. However, orcs reproduce relatively quickly, giving birth every six months, with three to five orcs per litter.
It is precisely because of their rapid reproduction rate, coupled with the robust physique of their race, that the orcs have been able to expand rapidly outwards, even as the world of Errol is undergoing self-repair and the total amount of magic power in the world has decreased significantly. They have even established an orc empire composed of nearly a thousand large tribes and countless small tribes.
With the world of Errol repairing itself and the total amount of magic power in the world decreasing significantly, the orcs were able to expand rapidly outwards, even establishing an orc empire composed of nearly a thousand large tribes and countless smaller tribes.
And now, this orcish empire has finally set its sights on humanity's last sovereign kingdom.
Blackwater City.
This is a city located on the border of the Ruhr Kingdom, and it is also a key border defense location of the Ruhr Kingdom.
Blackwater City is said to be a strategically important border town, but in reality it is just a small town with a population of only about 6,000, half of which are border garrison troops.
There was no other way; for a small country with a population of only 300,000, the Kingdom of Ruhr was already making a big show by being able to station an army of 3,000 in Blackwater City!
After all, once you cross Blackwater City and head east, that's the territory of the Orc Empire.
At this moment, Kurin Telss, the lord of Blackwater City and the border commander, was in a state of utter panic.
For no other reason than that, even standing on the walls of Blackwater City without using any scouting skills, he could see the densely packed orc army appearing on the eastern horizon.
"Lord of the city, what should we do if the orcs launch an attack?"
The guards beside Kulin also saw the vast orc army and nervously swallowed, asking cautiously.
"What should we do? What do you want to do?"
Kulin glanced at the guard and asked in an icy tone.
"To die, to fight to the death?" the guard asked hesitantly, offering what he thought was the most reliable answer.
Upon hearing this, Kulin shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his weathered face.
"No, our only option is to pray to the great Holy See of Light, that it may grant us a miracle!"
"what?"
The guards gaped in astonishment, never expecting the city lord to give such an answer. After all, it was common knowledge that the Holy Throne of Light had fallen a thousand years ago.
"Otherwise what?"
Do you think that our three thousand men can withstand the orcs' attack with this broken wall?
"Alright, go and notify the others to organize the evacuation of the residents immediately! The sooner the better, after all, humans are on those orcs' menu!"
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, the guard's expression hardened, and he quickly descended from the city wall.
But after a short while, the guard climbed back up the wall and, with a panting royal envoy, came to Kulin, who was hiding in a corner looking dejected.
"Greetings, Lord Kurin. The Great Lord is aware of the orcish attack and has therefore sent us to deliver this item."
The royal envoy very carefully and respectfully took out a 30-centimeter-tall statue from his pocket and handed it to Kulin.
Hmm, this is...
Kulin looked at the idol in his hand, his expression changing repeatedly, because he sensed an incomparably pure and rich power of light and order emanating from it.
The eternal and great Holy Throne of Light seems to have truly bestowed a miracle!
"The great and eternal Holy Throne of Light, has He really reappeared in the world?" Kurin asked excitedly.
He had also heard about the situation in the capital these days.
But he assumed it was just some self-deceiving trick by the Illuminati from the capital.
"No, the great Holy Throne of Light has departed from us. Now, the one who favors us is the successor to the Holy Throne of Light, the eternal and great God of Light, Lord Ai!"
"God of Light... what should I do!"
"Just put the statue where it belongs and protect it."
The rest can be left to the hero summoned from another world by the eternal and great God of Light!
"The hero, who is that?"
"They are warriors summoned from another world by the God of Light for the sake of human revival, to assist us in fighting against our enemies."
They are fearless, they are powerful, and they are willing to dedicate everything to humanity.
Including their lives!