I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 126: The Wasteland Changes

As the deep winter season comes to an end, the tranquility of the gray haze forest is broken.

To be precise, it was a convoy coming from the northwest that brought some bad news.

Ironhead Wasteland sat in the Oak Hall, his face haggard and his body wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

The right side, where the arm used to be, is now empty.

Originally, Senna would have been the only one to coordinate the exchange of supplies with the wasteland orcs, but seeing Tietou's miserable appearance, a group of executives and the orcs who stayed behind in the garrison gathered around.

"Iron Head, what are you doing..."

Kong Er, who stayed behind in the druid station, looked at his good friend with a sad face.

For a soldier, losing an arm is equivalent to losing his career path.

After all, the healing magic cannot regenerate severed limbs, otherwise the ear that was bitten off by the winter wolf when he was a child would have grown back long ago.

“It’s those small tribes west of Mirror Lake!

For some reason, this group of crazy people started running over the frozen lake to attack us. There have been at least a dozen attacks since the beginning.

Each time the attack comes with a large number of people and their strength is surprisingly strong. Now the patriarch and Broken Tooth are organizing the defense.

We have organized several counterattacks, but once we reach the other side of Mirror Lake, these lunatics seem to have disappeared on the spot. "

"your hands……"

Lian, who has the best relationship with Tietou, asked a little worriedly.

"Haha, my little half-elf friend, my arm has bought the lives of three crazy orcs!"

Senna also looked sullen. After more than a month of getting along, Senna, who was responsible for the handover of materials, and Tietou had a very good relationship.

Although he knew it would have no effect, he still managed to cast a mid-level healing spell and cast it on Tietou.

"Ivan! Sir Ivan!"

An orc girl rushed in from the door in a panic, ignoring the other people in the hall, and ran straight to Ivan.

"Sir Ivan!"

Luna was panting and supporting her knees. She didn't expect that this orc girl, who had a relatively good physique, could pant like this.

Handing her a glass of raspberry juice helped the speechless girl to calm down and prepare to ask why she was so panicked.

But before he could open his mouth, an unfamiliar female voice sounded in Ivan's head.

"Human...pervert...Morgan is in...a very bad condition now...She asked me to pass on a message to you..."

Different from Ms. Morgan's sporty girl accent that is unique to orcs, this voice sounds more like a socialite who is a member of a group buying group somewhere on Blue Star.

"who are you?"

Alvin was very alert to this voice. After all, the Blue Star youth didn't like the gods who always pry into people's privacy.

"It doesn't matter who I am... hurry up... Morgan's power to establish a mental connection is very unstable..."

"You don't even want to tell me your identity, why should I listen to you..."

"How can there be a human like you who doesn't trust the gods!"

The voice in my head became noticeably agitated, as if it was very angry.

"Don't regret it, pervert!"

"Is the signal not stuck now?"

"..."

"Tell me, who are you? And is there anything you can't tell me through Luna?"

Alvin directly asked about the doubts in his heart. He really had no feelings for God, but he was not stupid.

"I am Lal, the goddess of celebration... Don't run! Sit down!

I'm not here to settle accounts with you today...

Morgan is very weak now...but she wants you to go to the Wasteland Tribe...

Then...kill the great chieftain of the wasteland, Tagon..."

"..."

Alvin was a little confused by this string of information.

The goddess of celebration, Laer... uh... the stone that her original body was chewing on when she was drunk was the statue of that person.

This name was well-known, and it scared Ivan so much that his heart started beating fast.

The electric current in memory that made the original body fly high in the sky is not easy to deal with.

But then, Morgan's demands left Irving even more confused.

Who is Tagun?

The great patriarch of the Wasteland Clan, the number one lackey of Morgan, the orc goddess of agriculture, and the shaman who is known to be the closest to the gods!

If I heard correctly, Tietou also said that Tagon was organizing forces to defend his tribe.

To kill her own devout followers at this time was not something that the orc goddess who had been asking questions in her mind a while ago would do.

"Damn it...Morgan's divine power is beginning to fluctuate again...

Our link could be disconnected at any time...

If you don’t believe me…try to accept the core teachings of Celebration…

I can communicate with you directly..."

"Ah ha? So this is your purpose! You..."

"Stop, stop, stop! I don't have time to listen to your nonsense... Accepting the doctrine does not make you my believer...

It's just that I can use you as a coordinate... and talk to you directly in my consciousness...

You can even do such a terrible thing... You are not afraid to establish a connection with me..."

"Who's afraid of whom? Tell me! What is the core doctrine?"

"……Carpe Diem……"

……

Broken Tooth Wasteland led almost all the combat forces of the Wasteland Tribe, staring at the direction of Mirror Lake in full readiness.

On the frozen lake, there were nearly a thousand orcs coming to attack. This was the largest number of enemies since the attack began.

This group of primitive and barbaric fellows were like crazy, their movements were manic and distorted.

Broken Tooth had already seen several invading orcs. He slipped and fell to the ground, and his hands and feet were broken by the hard ice on the lake. The cold ice surface also stuck to his skin.

But these orcs seemed to have no sense of pain. They pulled off the flesh and blood that were stuck to them and continued to charge forward limping.

"Broken Tooth, these orcs have completely degenerated. Put away your compassion."

Chieftain Tagon stood at the back, and with his soul perception ability, he detected that this high-level warrior was feeling shaken and reluctant.

"Yes, Great Patriarch."

Without further hesitation, Broken Tooth raised his right hand and began to command the battle.

"Axe throwing! Front volley!"

Following Broken Tooth's loud command, nearly a hundred battle axes flew out in a spiral.

The huge inertia allows these battle axes to hit the second enemy behind them after removing the shoulder or head of the first enemy.

But orc axe throwers are not good at precision strikes after all.

Although the enemy's formation was very dense, most of the throwing axes were able to hit the target;

But only a small number of flying axes removed the enemy's heads, while the group of attackers with missing limbs were only slightly slower in their movements, their eyes still full of brutality.

"Keep firing, axe throwers!

Shield bearers ready!"

As the second order was issued, the orcs in the first two rows took out their huge leather tower shields.

In the confrontation between the Gray Haze Forest and the Ice Elemental variant, the Wasteland Clan lost many warriors' lives as well as weapons and equipment.

This is a defensive shield that was temporarily put together using leatherworking technology during this period.

Compared to the fine iron shield, it is better than nothing.