545: Get rid of death, redskin orc.

“What’s going on!?”

“Where are the bodies?”

Aila leaned against the city wall, looking down, her eyes filled with confusion and terror.

In the battle just now, the Divine Emperor’s generals and Imperial Guards had annihilated at least twenty thousand Orcs.

A second ago, the battlefield was littered with dismembered limbs and rivers of blood.

But now… there wasn't a single corpse, and the ground was clean.

It was as if the battle had just been an illusion, as if it had never happened!

However, some of the Tiance Imperial Guards, who were arrayed and waiting, had decreased.

There were over a thousand before, but now, there were only about eight hundred.

This indicated that the battle just now was not an illusion!

“What exactly happened?”

Aila looked at Elder Tylan, who also looked bewildered, shaking his head slightly, unable to understand the situation.

At this moment, Xun Yu, who had been standing behind, stepped forward and looked directly at the black-purple Demonic Eye hanging in the sky behind the battlefield.

He gazed at the Demonic Eye for a moment, then said, “The problem is with that Eye.”

These words suddenly enlightened Aila and Elder Tylan.

They then realized.

In this War, the Orcs were just pawns.

The true enemy was the Demonic Eye, which possessed an evil power stronger than a God… the Orc camp.

“I… I’m not dead?”

“That’s not right! Why am I still in the tent? Wasn’t I on the battlefield?”

“Could it be, that was just a nightmare?”

The Orcs who had just died on the battlefield, inexplicably appeared in their own tents.

They all looked dazed, feeling as if they had a nightmare, yet it felt incredibly real, and their consciousness was somewhat confused.

“Children, welcome back from the nightmare!”

Just then, outside the tent, the Great Shaman’s voice rang out.

“Back from the nightmare!? So, it was a nightmare after all?”

“So, everyone had the same nightmare?”

“Then this is clearly not a nightmare!”

“Go ask the Great Shaman what’s going on!”

The Orc soldiers who had fallen in the nightmare rushed out of their tents.

They saw the Great Shaman Arnodan standing on a high platform, holding his staff horizontally, raising it above his head, as if performing some ritual.

An Orc soldier asked, “Great Shaman, what was that nightmare about?”

“That’s right! My body was clearly torn apart by that whirlwind, so why am I back in the tent?”

“Everyone had a nightmare, so it definitely wasn’t a nightmare, we truly died just now!”

“Who brought us back to life? Was it the Great Shaman?”

The undisciplined Orcs started chattering excitedly.

Amidst the noisy clamor, the Great Shaman Arnodan maintained the posture of holding his staff high, not saying a word.

Only when the Orcs quieted down did he slowly open his eyes and say, “Yes, you did die, but the almighty God granted you the chance to live.”

At this point, the Great Shaman Arnodan pointed his staff at the black Demonic Eye in the sky and said, “The Demonic Eye transformed the fact of your death into a nightmare.”

“Turning death into a nightmare! What an amazing Divine Power!”

Most Orcs didn’t know much about the Demonic Eye.

Upon learning that it could transform their own death into a dream, they were all incredibly shocked, and turned around, cheering towards the Demonic Eye in the sky.

“The Demonic Eye is the Orcs’ supreme totem!”

“No! It is the supreme being of the Myriad Worlds!”

“Yes! We will follow the Demonic Eye’s footsteps and spread War across the Myriad Worlds!”

The tyrannical Orcs roared in unison, their ferocious eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

Being able to turn death into a dream meant that under the Demonic Eye’s corruption, the Orcs were immortal!

How could this not excite them, how could they not go mad, given their inherent love for slaughter?

At this moment, the Great Shaman shouted to the Orcs:

“Children! This opponent is extremely powerful!”

“But with the Demonic Eye’s great power, we can wear them down to death!”

“Now, without fear of death, you can fully unleash your killing desire!”

“Children, enjoy the slaughter to your heart’s content!”

Arnodan’s shouts, like a chant, were extremely inflammatory.

And the Orcs, encouraged by him, also had bloodshot eyes, letting out bestial roars.

Their green skin began to slowly change color.

Initially yellow, then orange-red, finally turning reddish-brown.

At this moment, all Orc warriors entered the Primal Rage state!

This was the Orcs’ racial talent, innate.

Primal Rage did not directly increase attributes, but rather unleashed potential!

After activating “Primal Rage,” an Orc with only 2-star potential would be boosted to 4-stars!

Of course, this talent also had side effects.

After activating Primal Rage, the Orcs would be controlled by their bestial nature.

They would become hungry and enraged beasts, losing their ability for rational thought.

But now, rational thought was no longer needed.

They only needed to swing their battle axes at the enemy’s heads, and even defense and dodging became unnecessary actions.

“Go, children freed from death, go kill all the Elves!”

The Great Shaman pointed his staff towards Moon Viewing City, ordering another attack.

The red-skinned Orcs, in Primal Rage, rushed out like wild beasts, running towards Moon Viewing City.

The War drums became more rousing, the roars more frantic.

The Aura of this wave of attack was even more ferocious than before.

The green torrent that had previously overwhelmed everything also turned into red lava, seemingly wanting to engulf everything.

Meanwhile, on a hill.

Mafa Nu Feng, the traitor of the Elf World, looked at the surging torrent, his eyes filled with astonishment.

“Turning death into a dream, this kind of Divine Power… is too terrifying!”

“It seems the plan of watching from the sidelines needs to change.”

Marfa thought to himself, then turned to look at Moon Viewing City.

After the War began, he had told all the Night Elves not to join the battle.

After all, the Orcs’ goal was to slaughter the Elves.

Just on this point, Marfa could not possibly trust the Orcs.

He planned to conserve his strength and only intervene to clean up the mess when the Orcs and the Divine Emperor fought to a mutual destruction.

But from the current situation, the Divine Emperor’s chances of winning were getting lower and lower.

He had indeed sent many powerful combat forces to support the battlefield.

But facing immortal and endlessly raging Orcs, there was no chance of victory.

“After this War, the Elf World is definitely finished.”

Marfa looked at the Demonic Eye in the sky.

He was a human.

Whether the Elf World perished or not had nothing to do with him.

He was only curious, what were the chances of success if he were to ambush the Demonic Eye?

... [Retired Emperors: My gums are swollen, it hurts so much, half my head is throbbing... In the name of your Imperial Son enduring the pain to fight, please send some love, Orz...]