Chapter Six [Ascendant] – Eugene!
Fire of war reignited.
With the thunderous beating of war drums, the Half-Orc Army surged forward like a tide!
It has been seven hundred years.
A full seven hundred years.
From the moment Leaffall City was established, the Half-Orcs completely lost this land. In their oldest songs, they still record how fertile their lands once were, this beautiful land through which the Agate River flows, but now they can only struggle in the wilds of the northwest. Although Eugene’s rise has led the Half-Orc clans back to strength, driving back the Ogres, pushing back the Lizardmen, and even defeating the Dwarven army, they have managed to reclaim some decent lands in the northwest wilderness.
But!
Eugene is old after all.
He is getting closer to the time of returning to the ancestors’ souls, and as a Shaman who maintains the faith of the ancestors, Eugene’s lifespan is nowhere near that of other spellcasters.
Both Eugene himself and the warriors of the clan have realized this.
The hero is in decline.
They know very well that after losing this great chieftain, the Toothfang Clan will slide back into division and decline, ultimately being trapped again in that terrible wilderness. Without the protection of deities, the wildest lands are all that could accommodate them. So when signs of decay began to appear among the Half-Elves, Eugene led the Half-Orc Army into battle without hesitation, even reaching some sort of agreement with the King of Werewolves from the Bottomless Abyss – Yenogu.
This is an opportunity!
It is the only chance for the Half-Orcs; they can only rely on Eugene’s formidable cohesion to unify their entire race and launch a full-scale war to reclaim their land.
All the warriors have joined the battle!
To prepare for the war’s toll, the Toothfang Clan has tightened their belts and suffered for many years. If they can reclaim their land, they will move from one glory to another; if they are defeated, they will face hundreds of years of difficult fate.
This is a war that determines the future of a race.
Now that it has started, they will not give up until the last moment.
The future must be created by themselves.
If not for a group of pioneers defeating them, defeating the Dwarves, defeating the Ogres, the Leaffall City of today would not have been established.
The Half-Orcs are foolish.
Many of them lack intelligence, but Eugene has spent his life teaching them this truth!
They are the pioneers.
They can forge the future of the Half-Orcs with bl**d and d*ath! Eugene will walk alongside them! This aged Half-Orc Shaman has always fought on the front lines!
Before he falls, the courage of the Half-Orcs will never vanish.
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On the city wall.
A white figure stopped.
Milan gazed at the reassembled Half-Orc Army before her, furrowing her brows tightly. Her gaze fell on a massive dragon beast in the distance, and then she saw a somewhat familiar aged figure.
Eugene!
[Ascendant] – Eugene!
A level 27 War Shaman, the spiritual leader of the Half-Orcs.
In these turbulent years of unprecedented catastrophe, not only have great disasters befallen them, but many unprecedented opportunities have also arisen.
Becoming a deity is not limited to adventurers. It includes the indigenous people of this world!
[Ascendant] – Eugene.
[Bone War Spear] – Eugene.
[Dragon Slayer] – Eugene.
[Gladiator] – Eugene.
[Pioneer] – Eugene.
[Scholar] – Eugene.
[Frost Giant King Ender] – Eugene.
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In Soren’s memory, any being that can ascend to godhood as an indigenous person is never a simple character!
—Eugene*Bone War Spear!
This aged Half-Orc, who anointed himself with the ashes of fallen warriors as a totemic faith, is undoubtedly one of the most difficult opponents Soren has ever encountered!
If not for his humble origins.
Just a child of a Half-Orc gladiator, branded as a slave from birth. Without any divine bloodline, his abilities might have long allowed him to enter the domain of deities.
But.
Even without any divine bloodline, Eugene ultimately seized the opportunity of the Saint’s Cataclysm and successfully ascended!
This is an opponent that cannot be ignored.
Soren cannot see any hope for victory among the current Half-Elves because as long as Eugene remains standing, they must face countless Half-Orcs willing to d*e for their cause.
The ancient war drums sound.
The eyes of the Half-Orcs turned red as they roared into a frenzy. Eugene awakened the ancestral spirits. Although the Half-Orcs do not have their own deity, their countless prayers have generated another kind of power. The souls of the fallen warriors have not returned to the River of Underworld; they remain in the form of ancestral spirits somewhere in the [Gray Wastes]. Waiting for the moment the god of the Half-Orcs is born!
The power of Shamanic teachings is no less than that of any deity church.
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Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the frenzied sound of war drums, the Half-Orcs surged forward like a tide, instantly shaking the defensive formations of the Half-Elves to their core. These frenzied Half-Orcs knew no pain and no fatigue.
Before they were exhausted and fell in battle, they would continue to attack furiously!
Soren hadn’t witnessed such a large-scale war in a long time. The last time he saw such a scene, it seemed to be on the battlefield of the Abyssal bl**d War, where countless demons and devils fought together, obscuring the heavens and earth.
This is a battle that determines the fate of a race!
Leaffall City is the last line of defense for the Half-Elves; if this falls, the Half-Elves can only begin to flee once more.
If they flee, it could be for hundreds of years.
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Milan looked down at the battlefield before her.
Tens of thousands of Half-Orc soldiers surged like a torrent of steel, ready to overwhelm the defenses at any moment.
In this situation.
The power of an individual is quite small; even a powerful legendary figure could be trapped within. Only power that transcends the mundane can crush their morale and alleviate the imminent danger of the city’s fall.
“In the name of myself [Soren]!”
The pure white figure soared into the air, her voice at this moment transformed into something divine, echoing directly across the battlefield. The divine light shone in Milan’s eyes as she gazed at everything before her and slowly spoke: “In accordance with the ancient covenant!… I, in the name of [God of Half-Elves] – Soren!… summon ancient allies for assistance!… ”
“I, in the name of the deity!… shall reward my allies abundantly!… ”
Milan’s petite form loomed like a deity over everyone before her, her gaze piercing through space, pointing a fair, slender finger towards the sky, slowly saying: “Oath!”
—“[Dragon Pact]!”
…………… (To Be Continued ~^~)
