I'm not that kind of orc

At this time, I concentrated all my energy and called out the spirit in the land.

He obviously sensed my movements, and he also connected his consciousness with the ground under his feet.He concentrated his consciousness on the ten squares of land under his feet, focused on defense, and could interfere with any spell I cast on that land at any time.

But I didn't choose to attack him directly, but focused my consciousness farther away.

An explosion-like vibration suddenly erupted on the ridge, and the thick snow compacted by its own weight on the ridge immediately fell apart, and then fell down the slope, turning into a mighty wave of snow, and the kinetic energy of the ice and snow brought out a burst of power Huge blast.

The earthquake I called triggered the avalanche.

Azak, who was pushed uphill by me, naturally bore the brunt.

He felt a huge movement behind him, but he only had time to glance over.

Because I immediately clenched the battle ax in my hand and charged towards him up the slope—in the direction of the avalanche.

He didn't even hesitate for a moment, he forgot about the snow tide that hit him, and chose to charge down the slope with his battle ax tightly.

We uttered a battle cry at the same time, pouring all the strength into our own battle axes and swinging towards each other.

Then, a wave of ice and snow engulfed us.

As the avalanche dies down, everything falls silent.

One second, two seconds, thunder and tremors sounded in the snow.

I heard the roar of the dragon, and the sound of the flames burning through the ice and snow.

The flames pierced the darkness around me, and the sudden increase in temperature dissipated the coldness brought by the ice and snow.

The queen changed into the figure of a dragon again, using her own power to melt the surrounding snow, allowing the rocks to burst out, and dense steam filled the hillside.

This small-scale avalanche naturally couldn't hurt the majestic dragon queen, and Roland, who had opened a crystal red barrier that could protect a fort in advance, was also safe and sound.

I can feel that they turned their eyes to this side at the same time, confirming our situation.

Azak and I were still standing where we were, neither buried by ice and snow, nor swept away by the avalanche's air waves that could destroy houses.

We are all spiritually connected to the elements around us, and as the snow surge and the wind wave that pushes us towards us approach us, the surrounding atmosphere responds to our common call, and the raging wind bypasses us , Fengling built an air barrier around us, blocking the snow tide for us.

Thus, we were all able to focus on the final blow.

The tomahawk in my hand sank deep into his chest.

The battle ax in Azak's hand could not be swung out in the end, because three huge white-haired wargs appeared behind him, biting his wrist, shoulder and neck tightly respectively.

I summon an earthquake to cause an avalanche, not to attack with an avalanche.Although personal power cannot reverse the avalanche, it is relatively easy for a shaman who is proficient in calling the elements if he just guides the power of the elements to protect himself.

My purpose is to cover my summoning of the beast soul behind him by the mighty movement of the avalanche triggered behind him.

When the wave of ice and snow engulfed us, the three beast souls I summoned rushed towards Azak and bit them.

Azak didn't seem to feel the pain, he just lowered his head and glanced at the ax blade embedded in his chest, then raised his face thinking of me.

He didn't know when it disappeared, the cold blue light shining in his left eye disappeared.

He suddenly stretched his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth in relief.

I couldn't help being stunned for a moment, the expression on his face softened a lot at this moment, he looked like a kind old man.

"It's a bold tactic. You even fooled me. You did a good job." He nodded at me, "You won, kid."

It was I who won, in a duel against the legendary orc's greatest hero, my great-grandfather, Azak.

But at this moment, my mood was unexpectedly calm.

I no longer just look at him from a distance, but choose to step forward to be shoulder to shoulder with him or even in front of him.

He paused here, and said softly: "In this way, I can rest assured... I can entrust all the remaining power in this disabled soul to you."

Homecoming (7)

"Entrust...to me?" Azak's words made me unable to react for a moment.

"During the time I used that sword, I learned how to manipulate the soul. Although I don't like the methods of blaspheming the dead at will, if the target is myself, then there is no need to mind." Azak slowly pressed his hand On the ax that fell into his chest.

At the same time, I felt an invisible warm current flowing from the wound on his chest, slowly flowing along the battle ax to the palm of my hand holding the battle ax, and gradually sinking into the depths of my body.

"Don't let go!" Noticing that I had subconsciously slowed down my grip on the tomahawk because of surprise, he reminded me, "I'm transferring all the remaining power of my soul to you now, my Time is running out."

The wound on his chest that was cut by the battle ax did not heal as quickly as in the past, but from this wound, tiny and dense cracks expanded on the surface of his body, making him look like he was about to be shattered Clay puppets. The "Silent Tombstone" was temporarily sealed by Roland's magic circle. Without the protection of the magic sword, his body would not be reshaped.

And now, he is seizing the last moment to use necromancy to transfer the remaining power in his soul to me.

"I..." I was momentarily at a loss.

"Don't refuse my gift, you just need to use this power properly, get rid of our enemies, and protect our people." He told me, his voice was so soft that it would be blown away by the wind and snow at any time, " This is my last wish, can you promise me?"

His reshaped form was crumbling.

He is leaving again.

I felt like maybe I should respond by saying something provocative at some point, but when I opened my mouth, my mind went blank for some reason.

"Yes." In the end, I just put on my most serious expression, looked into his eyes, and replied heavily.

"Azak."

Roland's voice sounded behind him.

I turned around slightly and saw her coming forward, standing less than twenty steps behind me, raised her head, and looked at Azak over my shoulder.

It's rare to see her put on such a serious expression.

Azak set his sights on her.

"At that time, thank you for saving my life." The silver-haired elf solemnly bowed his head towards the dying orc hero.

After a lapse of 70 years, the thank you has finally reached the other party's ears.

"Well." Azak smiled softly, "My great-grandson, I will trouble you."

There was finally a gap in the clouds scattered with flying snow in the sky, and the mild sunlight passed through that little gap, casting bright spots on the snow-capped mountains.

"Brock." He looked at me again.

"I'm here." I replied solemnly.

"I am proud of you." Azak closed his eyes, his body gradually turned into dust while being broken, and was carried away by the mountain wind engulfing the snow.

The strength on the blade of the battle ax wrapped in my hand also disappeared, and there was only a local sound, and the battle ax that had been with him all his life lost the hand that held it tightly and fell on the rock.

I glanced melancholy at the tomahawk lying silently on the ground, and turned my head to look at the flying dust being carried by the wind to the vast snow-capped mountains.

Roland followed me and looked in the same direction without saying anything.

Go all the way, Master Ancestor...

I stared blankly in that direction for quite a while, took a deep breath, and calmed down before slowly looking away.

Just when I was about to speak, a hand stretched out from the side, squeezed my ear tightly and pulled my whole head over, the force was so strong that I almost felt that this guy wanted to pull I took it off my ear and cut it with wine.

"You, what are you doing!?" I stared at the person who pinched me in pain and shock, but I didn't dare to act rashly.

It's the queen.When Roland and I bid farewell to Azak affectionately, this guy changed back into a human form, walked to me quietly, and then suddenly laid such a cruel hand on me.

Before I had time to get angry, this guy put on an angry look: "You all wait for me first, what's going on with this development? You just killed him like this?"

His question made me a little stunned: "What? What did I do wrong?"

My great heroic great-grandfather challenged me to a life-and-death duel in order to seek the peace of the dead. I tried my best to respond to him, gained his approval, and finally obtained his power inheritance, and then watched him return to the dust.Such a warm and touching scene full of sincere sympathy between soldiers is enough to add a chapter to the story of the troubadour. What else can this guy be dissatisfied with?

"That guy is the thief who stabbed me. I came outside to take revenge with my own hands! As my contractor, you dare to snatch my head?" She seemed really angry and grabbed me. Twisted his ear, "Since he wants to die, I should burn him until there is no residue left."

Ah, I really forgot... This mother dragon who must pay for her vengeance left her country and came to the outside world mainly because she was stabbed by Azak.

Gritting his teeth and holding a knife, he ran around looking for an enemy who offended him. In the end, the enemy was chopped off by others in front of his eyes.

Roland watched this scene, and interjected in time to save me: "Your Majesty, Brock was able to defeat Azak in a duel because you gave him strength. Isn't this the same as you using your own strength to repay him?" Did you take revenge on yourself?"

The queen frowned slightly after listening to her persuasion, and loosened her clenched teeth because of her anger: "It's true, my people have solved my enemy, and that means I have avenged myself."

Roland didn't cheat me this time. In the past, when she saw me in trouble, what she liked most was to stand aside and watch the fun, and then kicked my hand back for help—of course, this was not bad, for a while. She can also do things that make things worse.

"Besides, Azak was only manipulated to assassinate you." Roland said, pointing in the direction of the cave buried by the avalanche. "The thief who really planned to assassinate you, who offended you? In that cave."

The queen was woken up by her, she lowered her expression, and finally let go of my ears.

I woke up too.

By the way, now is not the time to stand there feeling melancholy, or wrangling.

According to what Azak said, that lich, the culprit behind all the conspiracies, Mudar's phylactery, is placed here.

I leaned over, picked up Azak's battle ax from the ground, and held it tightly in my hand.

Epilogue: Lich's Lair

Getting into that cave took us a while.

Although the snow accumulated at the entrance of the cave due to the avalanche can be melted only by the queen moving her fingers to summon the flames, but the complex traps arranged at the entrance of the cave required Roland to spend a lot of effort to disarm them.The first half of the cave was also damaged to a certain extent during the battle between the undead creatures and the golem stone statue. I first used shaman spells to confirm the condition of the surrounding rock and soil, and then led them into the depths of the cave.

The cave is not long, but the space inside is not small, and the terrain is relatively complicated.

In the deepest part of the cave, we saw a towering pillar-shaped altar, and a small coffin bound by chains was suspended above it. The faint blue cold light formed fine runes and formed several circles around the coffin. around the box.

"The magic power of the undead is concentrated on the altar, so it is indeed the Horcrux of the Lich." After releasing the magic power and detecting it, Roland pointed to the Horcrux on the altar, "But I'm afraid it's not so easy to destroy it. Judging from the sensed situation, there are at least [-] traps and counter spells attached to the chain above. Those five layers of runes are superimposed on the defensive barrier. It takes some time to unravel layer by layer. The coffin seems to be Made of Mithril, we still need to find a locksmith—”

"Don't be so troublesome." The Queen interrupted her mercilessly, raised her hand and pointed at the coffin, and then the Horcrux on the altar exploded on the spot.

There was only a loud noise that almost burst the eardrums, and the flames exploded like festive fireworks.Accompanied by a painful and ethereal howl, the translucent ghost suddenly jumped out of the flames, and then drifted in the air like smoke because of the loss of the container.

The Horcrux was simply and roughly destroyed like that.

"It's done." The queen clapped her hands as if she was done, "I feel much more comfortable."

Roland silently put down his hand pointing at the Horcrux.

"Then, let's go back, I'm sleepy." The queen turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." I called out to her at this time, "This Horcrux is fake."

"Fake?" The queen stopped in surprise.

"Brock, a soul did escape from it just now. I'm sure this is indeed the Horcrux of a Lich." Roland looked at me.