Capítulo 87: Chapter Eighty-seven: A Bloodbath Triggered by a Sneeze
In the outside world, Wang Hui's true form opened its eyes.
His directive for the divine kingdom to pursue military supremacy was a decision informed by the intelligence received from Nalan Xie.
Currently, the foremost combatant among the three clans was still the divine envoy Hu Yan Wu, whose capabilities were estimated to be equivalent to six body refinements, with his strength surpassing even that.
The slime Gulu Mi was slightly inferior to Hu Yan Wu in direct confrontation but possessed a more diverse range of abilities.
Third was the five-time body-refined Hu Yan Longzhuo, noted for his fierce combat style, though his impulsiveness and recklessness were his drawbacks.
Following them were the four-time body-refined elites such as Zuo Qiu Yue, Zuo Qiu Tang, Hu Yan Gui, and Nalan Huazi.
Team leaders, generally refined three times, commanded the mid-tier, while ordinary warriors had undergone two body refinements.
When comparing this to the Storm Kingdom's navy, only their knights and sorcerers, considered elite, could match the three clans. The majority of their soldiers paled in comparison physically; the two sides were not on the same level of physical prowess!
If one were to compare the military strength of the clan world and the Gulf World comprehensively, the latter had the advantage in total troop numbers and high-end combatants. However, the Gulf World was far from united, with frequent conflicts and tensions among the four kingdoms.
In contrast, the three clans stood united under Wang Hui's leadership, like a sharp blade poised to pierce the bloated Gulf World!
"With the strategic objectives of the divine kingdom outlined, its execution now rests on the actions of Nalan Xie and the others. It's time I address my own affairs..."
Wang Hui turned his gaze to the northeastern Gulf World, at the border between the Storm Kingdom and the Thunder Kingdom. Under the cover of night, the area was dimly lit by countless points of light—torches carried by the advancing Thunder Kingdom troops!
"Ah, not content with seizing two towns from the Storm Kingdom, are they..."
Wang Hui narrowed his eyes in observation. Due to the poor visibility of the miniature world at night, he had to open the glass dome's top and lean down for a closer look.
Compared to the well-equipped Storm troops, the warriors of the Thunder Kingdom donned an eclectic mix of gear. Leather armor, chain mail, plate armor—a ragtag bunch indeed.
Yet they were noticeably larger than ordinary micro-humans, averaging around 1.9 meters in micro-scale height. Their bodies were covered in dense fur, fangs protruded from their mouths, and various tails swayed behind them...
Orcs!
Wang Hui spotted some unusually hulking figures within the ranks, their size even more exaggerated than that of adult brown bears in the micro-world!
"Poorly equipped, lacking discipline, yet undeniably dangerous."
Sweeping his gaze across the Thunder army, Wang Hui sought out the high priest's presence, aiming to pinpoint a location for a future descent to directly seize... er, reclaim the divine artifact rightfully his!
At the same time, within the Gulf World.
Nearly twenty thousand orcs marched beneath the night sky, grunting with each step. They had little regard for military regulations, some swigging from flagons of alcohol as they walked, others unabashedly sharing crude jokes, their laughter ringing out.
Some, at odds with one another, began shoving and fighting within the ranks, leaving each other bruised and battered, only to reconcile after a few drinks and hearty backslaps...
A figure clad in a gray, floor-length robe, stooped and diminutive, appeared inconspicuous. Yet the rowdy orc warriors were careful to maintain a respectful distance, their occasional glances tinged with deep veneration.
"Esteemed High Priest, your chariot is ready!"
Several strapping wolf orcs approached to report, prompting the slight figure to lift his hat brim just enough to reveal a wizened, profound face: "No need, I enjoy the camaraderie of marching with everyone."
The Thunder High Priest—Saliman!
The "T"-shaped staff in his hand bore an ancient eye-shaped pattern, glowing faintly with whispers that set nerves on edge...
The wolf orcs felt their fur stand on end, quickly bowing and retreating to instruct the chariot to follow at a respectful distance.
A moment later, a towering figure over 2.2 meters tall, with deep brown fur and imposing horns, strode forward.
Upon his shoulder rested a colossal double-headed hammer, each step resounding with a "boom boom," evoking a sense of earthquake-like tremors.
Known as the "Thunderhammer," the first warrior—Kaien!
Though he and the High Priest ranked just below the king in status, Kaien spoke to Saliman with marked deference.
"High Priest, as you predicted, the Storm Kingdom seems entangled by that mysterious divine kingdom, and Gage remains absent. It appears we can continue our advance unimpeded!"
Kaien's voice rumbled like thunder, enough to cause pain to ordinary ears.
"You regret not facing that Storm Knight again, don't you?"
Saliman chuckled softly, his raspy voice offering a gentle reminder:
"Remember, as long as that old Belmou remains, truly vanquishing the Storm Kingdom will be difficult.
This war aims to reclaim the three regions they seized from us years ago! Only one remains, so stay vigi—"
Before he could finish, a deafening roar resounded from the heavens!
Achoo!!!
Suddenly, a fierce gale descended from above with astonishing speed!
Caught off guard, the leisurely marching orc army found many warriors swept into the air, only to crash back down, grievously injured!
The heavier figures barely maintained their footing, yet even they bled from their noses and mouths, their heads throbbing!
"Unyielding Fortress!"
Kaien bellowed, stabilizing his massive frame upon the earth, his aura shielding over a dozen nearby orc warriors.
Beside him, the High Priest remained calm amidst the unexpected assault, commanding, "All priests! Ground Bind!"
His voice, though not loud, reached the ears of the robed priests within the army. They promptly drew small wooden staves from their sleeves, planting them into the ground to cast a spell, causing an earthen glow.
[Totem of Ground Bind]!
Hundreds of priests simultaneously acted, anchoring thousands of warriors firmly to the ground, resisting the onslaught from above.
Curiously, the wind swiftly subsided as unexpectedly as it had arrived.
"Damn it... who dares ambush us? Show yourself if you have the guts!"
"Storm Kingdom bastards! I'll wipe you all out!"
"For the Thunder! Charge!"
The orcs, regaining their composure, cursed loudly. With their torches extinguished, the pervasive darkness only added to the chaos.
Kaien had to run about, rallying morale, while High Priest Saliman wore a contemplative expression.
Judging by its potency, the recent attack resembled a ninth-tier spell, [Hurricane].
Yet why was there an absence of magical energy?
As Saliman pondered, another loud blast erupted from above!
Achoo!!!
And once more, the winds raged.
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