Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 385 On Every Sad Temple Street

The "Pride of the God of War" division's first round of attack on the Blood Temple completely failed.

When the orc soldiers covered the shaman group withdrew from the range of the zombie shaman on the roof of the temple under the sound of the bugle ordering the retreat, and finally wiped out the chasing zombie fighters, on the long temple street of Bloodthorn City, Shocking scorched marks, pools of blood and corpses have been left behind.

General Durst Lone Stone, who was watching all this from the distant headquarters, felt as cold as the ice and snow of the Chilling Bone Mountains.

He hadn't received any detailed casualty reports yet, and it would probably take more than two hours for the soldiers of the divisions and regiments who had withdrawn from the battlefield in embarrassment to regroup, summarize the wounded, and count the losses;

But just based on visual inspection, General Durst Lone Stone knew that at least four to five hundred, or even six to seven hundred soldiers of the "Pride of the God of War" division died in this unsuccessful charge.

Ten minutes earlier, he had had to order the soldiers to retreat.

He couldn't just watch more children of the "Pride of the God of War" dedicate their lives to this ten-mile long street like a moat.

So he chose to retreat, chose to protect the remaining orc soldiers, and then gritted his teeth to swallow the bitter fruit of the fiasco just now.

But if just now, if Durst Lone Stone's heart can be hardened a little bit, then can the elite "Pride of the God of War" who are not afraid of death really continue to use human lives as a step to carry the team into the blood temple that they have been thinking about?

——General Gushi didn't want to think about this kind of assumption.

Also, there is never room for assumption and remorse in war.

He only knew that if he insisted on continuing to attack just now, even if the "Pride of the God of War" could really enter the Blood Temple with the crowd tactics and wipe out all the rebels of the Scourge Legion, the personnel that this elite division will encounter The loss would be completely unimaginable:

Not only will they completely miss the next offensive against the Empire in the north and in the Burning Crystal Canyon, but it may even be doubtful whether the title "Pride of the God of War", which is full of war glory, can be retained.

Therefore, Durst Lone Stone cannot allow his division to pay such a price for a religious building occupied by the rebels.

——At least, after giving the order, he tried to convince himself in this way.

Even so, at this moment, looking at the soldiers of the "Pride of the God of War" who had just withdrawn from the battlefield and were urgently receiving shaman treatment, General Durst Lone Stone also defied the normal state of unrestrained and wild, showing an expression Desolate, unhappy.

At the same time, like a great irony, the anti-war singing of "AMANI NAKUPENDA NAKUPENDA WE WE" by the zombie shamans once again rang out on the terrace of the Temple of Blood and spread throughout the city.

Just now, it was the same group of zombie shamans who harvested the lives of countless orc soldiers with the inhumane "Sayatis Thunder and Lightning Chant", but now, they sang a song of compassion in the name of peace in front of the corpses all over the ground. Lament;
General Durst Lone Stone silently clenched the hilt of his command sword at his waist.

Several adjutants standing behind the general looked at each other with the old lion-heart shaman beside them, speechless.

The BGM of zombie shamans calling for peace is getting harsher.

Finally, an adjutant asked falteringly:

"General... Then shall we... continue to attack the Blood Temple?"

The orc adjutant has "you" written on his left eye, and "隹" written on his right eye, adding up to a dilemma.

There was also an orc adjutant with the same tangled face, who whispered:

"General...how about we besiege the temple and not take the initiative to attack...The loss of such a strong attack is really too great..."

The officers of the "Pride of the God of War" present nodded, but most of them looked a little embarrassed.

In any case, continuing to bite the bullet and charge towards the temple like this is something that any sane commander cannot accept—God knows how many shamans and zombies who have been resurrected into zombies are hidden in the shadow of the blood temple. warrior!

In the absence of heavy weapons and elemental power to open the way, braving the cover of the enemy's blitzkrieg and trying to rush through the pioneering land of several kilometers... This is a stupid thing that will be remembered forever in the history of war!
At present, it seems that to deal with this occupied temple, the most classic way is actually the best way-surround but not attack!Just trap these "scourge legion" in the temple and starve to death, and let them sing "AMANI NAKUPENDA". A group of zombie shamans sing day and night, and they can really sing that hundreds of thousands of civilians in Bloodthorn City will not succeed. ?
But the reason why the adjutants are a little embarrassed is precisely because although "suspending the offensive" is the most correct decision in terms of tactics, it is the most wrong in terms of strategy and politics. If a group of traitors are not dealt with, what is the belief of the federal orcs?Where is the blood?Where is the honor?

Therefore, although the officers of the "Pride of the God of War" basically agreed, their eyes still pointed to General Durst Lone Stone with a gloomy expression:

"Whether or not to continue attacking the Blood Temple", this far-reaching decision can only be made by the division commander.

The old lion-heart shaman looked at General Gushi with a troubled face, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

In fact, according to the mind of this old shaman, how could the temple of the majestic God of War be placed in the hands of a group of orc traitors who enslaved the undead?But the sacrifice of the soldiers just now, the old Lionheart Shaman also saw it in his eyes. He felt that there was no reason, just for a little religious enthusiasm, and asked a group of children to take huge risks to go forward...

Therefore, the burden of making a decision was completely placed on General Gushi.

This battle warrior in his prime, leaning on the wooden railing of the street vendor's gate on the Temple Avenue, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, as if to expel the dirty air in his chest.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of a person for no reason, a person he hadn't seen for a long time.

That person's name was Gullit Gale, and he was the head of the "Hammer of Purgatory" division.

On the front line of the Central Plains in the north, as the second of the seven elite divisions of the Federation, the "Hammer of Purgatory" and "The Pride of God of War" often fought openly and secretly because of things like fighting for military exploits, training matters, and tactical deployment. From the perspective of General Durst Lone Stone, the representative of the senior military officers of the Young and Strong Faction, the overly traditional and conservative head of Gullit Gale Division is no different from a dead bone in a tomb.

The last time General Durst Lone Stone saw Gurlit Gale was at the farewell dinner before the "Hammer of Purgatory" division was ordered to go south and set off to attack the empire. It has been almost a year now——

——In the past year, it seems that the whole world has been turned upside down.

Taking the "Hammer of Purgatory" with [-] elites to the south, the head of the Gullit Gale Division who went to sneak attack on the empire through a secret tunnel, did not hear any news after he left.

Some orc officers said that the "Hammer of Purgatory" division had successfully turned the southern border of the empire upside down, killing human corpses everywhere;
However, some orc officers also said that the "Hammer of Purgatory" division has not sent back any news so far, and the entire army may have been wiped out in the empire...

In the beginning, the vast majority of top federal military officials believed in the former view:
After all, the "Hammer of Purgatory" is the elite of the most valiant soldiers of the Federation. Gullit Gale is a veteran veteran who has been famous for a long time, and the entire sneak attack is through a secret passage in ancient times-no matter how you look at it There is no reason for the "Hammer of Purgatory" to fall into the sand in the mere human empire;

However, with the passage of time, there was still no news of the "Hammer of Purgatory", as if it had completely disappeared in the mysterious tunnel where even most high-level military officers did not know the exact location;
On the other hand, the human army on the battlefield in the Central Plains is sticking to the Burning Crystal Canyon and fighting more and more courageously. In any case, it doesn't look like the southern border was overwhelmed by the invasion...

Finally, the orc generals had to start considering the most absurd possibility:
Gullit Gale and his "Hammer of Purgatory", have they really been defeated by the Human Empire on the other side of the Dust Mountain?

But... why? !

In any case, they couldn't and didn't want to admit that the human empire had the ability to completely wipe out an elite division of the Federation when a large part of the eastern border fell, and they didn't even return a single living orc to the Federation!
In the end, even some orc generals came to a consensus:
Gullit Gale and the "Hammer of Purgatory" must have already treasoned and defected to humans or turned to the south to join the demons. They were definitely not wiped out by a group of weak humans within the borders of the empire because of defeat.

Sometimes people are really good at lying to themselves when things go beyond what they can handle.

But for some reason, seeing the Bloodthorn Temple Street covered in corpses and blood and bones everywhere, General Durst Lone Stone thought of General Gullit Gale who disappeared without a trace, and thought of the general in the army. Those colleagues have different speculations about the truth of General Gale's whereabouts.

Ten days later, how would they evaluate Durst Lone Stone of the "Pride of the God of War" division?

General Gushi felt palpitations because of this question that suddenly popped into his mind.

He was afraid.

"Master Shaman..." General Durst Lone Stone looked at the old Lionheart Shaman beside him, opened his mouth and said, feeling his lips tingle, "We...we can't attack anymore, the price is too high .Now, it is more appropriate to besiege the Blood Temple first and not attack rashly."

When the old Lionheart Shaman heard this long-anticipated decision, he didn't say anything, but nodded sadly.

He knew that for the orcs of later generations, his name would be hung on the pillar of shame forever: he, as one of the sixteen chiefs of the Blood Temple, a majestic lion-heart shaman, not only threw away his colleagues Gave it to the rebels, turned into zombies, and even allowed the "never fallen" holy land of war since the establishment of the Federation to fall into the enemy's hands and be occupied by a group of traitors for a long time...

This is a sin that can never be forgiven for a devout God of War believer.

But looking at the "Pride of the God of War" soldiers howling all over the floor, looking at the low-level shamans who are rushing to heal their injuries, looking at the corpses at the end of the street and the staggering zombies...

Can he still ask a group of poor young people to go back to battle and continue to die for the God of War?
What else can this old lion-heart shaman do?
He thought for a while, and then got the answer.

The old Lionheart Shaman took off his necklace with the coat of arms of Andrea "Frostheart" engraved on it from his neck.

This string of necklaces was left to him by his shaman teacher before he died 60 years ago - the former chief of the Blood Temple, who was once considered to be the lion closest to the Dragon Flame shaman level for hundreds of years. Heart shaman, before he died, he earnestly told his little apprentice:
"Frostheart" Andrea's battle song inheritance of purging evil and saving souls will never be broken.

Yeah, never stop.The old Lionheart shaman patted General Durst Lonestone on the arm, and stuffed the necklace into the general's hand covered with iron chain mail.

General Durst Lone Stone didn't react, but in the next second, the old lion heart shaman left the general, stepped out of the shadow cast by the buildings on the side of the street, and came to the center of Temple Street, where countless wounded soldiers came Among the losers.

Then, he turned around, leaning on crutches, one step after another, towards the Temple of Blood at the other end of Temple Avenue, where zombies were still singing songs of peace on the terrace, his steps were as pious as if he was performing a battle. pilgrimage.

A final pilgrimage.

General Durst Lone Stone realized what the old shaman was going to do. He frowned tightly and wanted to say something, but his voice stuck in his throat.

The other officers and low-level shamans on the street also realized something in an instant.Some of them stood up in panic and ran towards the Lionheart Shaman, trying to stop his old but determined steps.

But the old lionheart shaman just sang the battle song calmly.

The phantom of "Frostheart" Andrea floated in the air, and the pure white halo of "Andrea's Purification Song" also enveloped all the surrounding orcs, firmly fixing their footsteps on the temple street. On the golden yellow stone bricks, you can't move even an inch.

——In the entire Haven Continent, there are no more than three shamans who can condense the elemental power of the "Song of Purification" to the extreme level of not only driving away evil power, but even delaying all movements of the target.

"Frostheart" Andrea's battle song inheritance of purging evil and saving souls will never be broken.

Leaning on crutches, the old lion-heart shaman walked past shaman apprentices who looked sad and angry but couldn't move, wounded soldiers who stared in astonishment, and division officers who burst into tears.He left the main formation of "Pride of the God of War" and walked straight towards the Blood Temple at the other end of the street, as frank and frank as if he had entered the land of no one.

The zombie singing of "AMANI NAKUPENDA" was still echoing in the air, but this singing sound was much weaker against the slightly hoarse singing of "Song of Purification" by the old Lionheart Shaman.

And the old lion heart shaman chanted the battle song while walking through the streets full of corpses, blood, and flesh and blood.His gaze was firm, even beyond the group of corpses that had just been summoned by necromantic magic, he stared straight at the golden and emerald dome of the main porch of the Blood Temple, as if he could see through the building structure, looking at the pit of mercy overlooking the temple. Colossus of all beings.

Step by step, the old shaman arrived at the gate of the temple.

His figure was also submerged in a group of zombie orcs.

The sound of vibrations in the air suddenly sounded, and the spherical aura of "Andrea's Purification Song" exploded fiercely around the position of the old shaman, knocking into the air and shattering countless rushing zombies, and also made his thin, shriveled The figure reappeared in the field of vision of the "Pride of the God of War" soldiers.

But then, another round of zombies rushed over.

The aura of purification once again bloomed like the scorching sun, and the corpses were blown away again.

Another round of zombies strikes.

The aura of purification blooms again...

Every time, the aura of "Andrea's Song of Purification" erupts is smaller and weaker than the last time, but the corpses that persist in rushing towards the old shaman seem to be endless and endless.

In the end, the figure of the old shaman was once again overwhelmed by the tide of zombies;
But this time, no halo appeared again;
The figure of the old shaman disappeared forever among the turbulent corpses.

Under the crimson sky of Bloodthorn City, on the golden and blood-colored Temple Street, there was silence, only the creaking sounds of zombies crazily gnawing their flesh and blood.

"Frostheart" Andrea's battle song inheritance of purging evil and saving souls will never be broken.

Durst Gushi silently clenched the shaman necklace in his hand, and after half a minute, he turned to the adjutant beside him and said quietly:
"For the record, on June 470, [-] in the federal calendar...the seven chief Lionheart Shamans stationed at the Blood Temple...all died in the line of duty. They all died in the Blood Temple, and all died to defend the glory of the God of War. They death without shame."

Adjutant Su Rong nodded.

"And now..." Durst Lone Stone took a deep breath, "...we wait. We surround the Blood Temple and wait. We wait until the traitors in this building are dying, and then, I will personally tear that 'Master Ner'zhul' to pieces together with his bastards!"

(End of this chapter)