Chapter 215
These damned, lowly bastards! It was because of them that I was forced to leave my lord's side. They are utterly unforgivable!
She gripped her staff tightly, a dangerous aura brewing within her.
A few minutes later, Hellscream's squad had assembled.
This time, he brought a total of 100 orcs, 30 wolf riders, 100 Dretch, and 10 Infernal.
With Leina and Gorehowl added, taking down this stronghold is more than enough.
Even if a special situation occurs, Shen Xing can send Fried Chicken to lead other generals to provide support as quickly as possible.
Next, they led more than two hundred soldiers into the fog in a grand procession.
Shen Xing Control the team's information in real time through white dots on the minimap and the communication device in his hand.
Chapter 153: Sweeping the Camp, a Great Harvest! (7000)
An hour later, the three generals met up next to a thicket of bushes.
"Hellscream, you've finally arrived!" Gorehowl gripped the communication crystal, excitedly looking at the bald orc beside him.
"Where are the enemies?" Hellscream asked in a deep voice.
"Right to our left, about two kilometers away, there's an abandoned mine. Those guys are hiding there."
Gorehowl replied, "I just approached a little to investigate, but worried about being discovered, so I immediately retreated."
Looking in the direction he pointed, a thick fog obscured the view of the Gorehowl had mentioned.
"Hellscream, let's make our move!"
Gorehowl glanced at the troops behind them, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. "The three of us combined, along with the troops sent by the boss, are enough to completely raze this camp to the ground!"
After saying this, he mounted the blood-red giant wolf, preparing to lead his army to attack.
"Wait," Hellscream suddenly called out to him.
"Waiting for what?" Gorehowl asked, turning his head.
"As the lord said, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated,'" Hellscream said calmly. "Even if we have determined the enemy's strength, we cannot let our guard down."
"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated..." Gorehowl, repeating, "I see. As expected of the lord, to be able to utter such philosophical words."
Instead of launching an attack, he pressed on, asking, "So what do we do next?"
Hellscream for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I remember you have the ability to incite war, and you can do so from a great distance?"
"You mean [Declaration of Strife]?" Gorehowl replied, "It can indeed be activated from a great distance, but right now, through the fog, I can't see where those guys are at all."
"It's okay, I have a way."
Hellscream spoke, he took out a brass monocular telescope from his pocket, but the Stone Eye at the end had been removed by Shen Xing.
"Oh! It's the Lord's magic telescope!" Gorehowl's eyes lit up. "With it, I can see through the fog and unleash skills on enemies from several kilometers away."
He looked at the bald orc beside him with a sigh, "I have to admit, Hellscream, you are indeed smarter than me!"
Hellscream shook his head. "I simply often receive the Lord's teachings and keep his wise words in mind."
"His words constantly inspire me, helping me to think calmly and maintain my determination to never give up."
"I see..." Gorehowl nodded in realization, "Looks like I'll have to get the boss to teach me a lesson more often from now on."
As he spoke, the man picked up his binoculars and aimed them at the distant fog.
Eye of Insight, activate!
"Buzz..."
A magical halo swirled on the lens, piercing through the thick fog and clearly revealing the figures in the mine.
Then, Gorehowl raised his right hand, and a ball of dark red light condensed in his palm.
—The Declaration of Strife, it has begun!
The red light traveled two or three kilometers and silently landed in the center of the Skinners' camp.
At first, they continued to eat heartily, seemingly without any abnormality.
Just seconds later, one of the Skinners suddenly turned red in the eyes and glared menacingly at his companion.
"Naji, why do you eat more than me?" He suddenly stood up and snatched the meat from the other man's hand. "You bastard, you never do much work, but you eat the most!"
"Get out of my way!" The Skinners wasn't going to tolerate him either, and slapped him across the face. "This is food given to me by the adults, what right do you have to protest?"
"How dare you hit me! You're asking for it!"
The Skinners pounced on him, and the two locked in a fierce struggle, tearing at each other.
The other Skinners watched this scene with impatience in their eyes.
"You two idiots, if you want to fight, go outside the camp. Don't spoil everyone's fun here!" a Skinners with bull horns on his face yelled.
"What did you say?"
The two Skinners, their eyes bloodshot, glared at the man as they wrestled together. "Believe it or not, we'll tear you to pieces!?"
"Tear me apart? Come on, I'm not afraid of you!" The man was also provoked to the point of bloodlust, and he grabbed the bone knife beside him and charged forward.
The three of them wrestled and rolled around the entire camp.
The other Skinners, their spirits dampened, also turned bloodthirsty and joined the fray.
As the battlefield expanded, more and more Skinners joined the fray, and the situation became increasingly chaotic.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and they tangled together like wild beasts, attacking everyone around them with their teeth, claws, or weapons.
The entire camp was instantly thrown into chaos, with the sounds of flesh being torn apart filling the air.
Several Skinners even had their throats bitten off and their hearts pierced, dying instantly.
In the center of the camp, the gray-robed man looked at the chaos before him, his expression instantly darkening.
"What are you all doing? Stop it!"
A deep roar echoed throughout the camp, carrying a unique penetrating power.
However, those Skinners used to stop immediately upon hearing his rebuke were unmoved today.
In fact, their bloodlust drove them to fight even more ferociously!
Unlike typical mind control skills, [Declaration of Strife] does not take effect immediately after being cast.
Instead, it will subtly stir up the resentment and dissatisfaction deep within everyone's heart and amplify them infinitely.
This method is even more terrifying than direct control of the mind and body.
Because you know perfectly well what you're doing, but you're completely powerless to stop the surge of violence welling up from the bottom of your heart, and you even think it's normal.
That's the scariest part.
Damn it!
The gray-robed man cursed angrily, then raised his right hand, a ball of gray light condensing in his palm, and pressed down sharply.
"Boom!"
A terrifying pressure, as if it were a physical force, crashed down, suppressing all the Skinners in the entire camp to the ground, rendering them unable to move.
Even so, they still struggled to twist their bodies, glaring angrily, as if they wanted to kill each other with their eyes.
About half a minute later, the madness in the eyes of the Skinners gradually faded, but they still felt indignant.
"Damn it... Timothy attacked me first, he's the one who started this conflict!"
"You're talking nonsense! Nash bit my neck first!"
"Damn it, you bunch of mad dogs!"
They argued incessantly, blaming each other, as if they were about to come to blows at any moment.
The gray-robed man watched this scene, a barely perceptible hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
Ultimately, they were just a bunch of mixed-race bastards who had never undergone bloodline purification and couldn't even control their own emotions.
This situation is not uncommon for these Skinners; otherwise, they wouldn't have been driven out of the city.
However, such large-scale collective loss of control has occurred relatively rarely in the past.
The gray-robed man sensed something was amiss, but after carefully sensing his surroundings, he found nothing unusual.
He shook his head, realizing he was being too paranoid.
Several kilometers away, Gorehowl was holding binoculars, observing every move in the entire camp.
"Hellscream, my [Declaration of Strife] has taken effect." Gorehowl turned and said, "However, only a few died, and the others only suffered minor injuries."
Hellscream asked in a deep voice, "Have they noticed?"
"No." Gorehowl shook his head. "The Skinners are back in their seats."
Upon hearing this, the bald orc seemed to ponder, "They didn't even notice anything amiss. It seems these Skinners aren't very bright; they're much dumber than us orcs."
"In that case, let's continue to weaken them and inflict more damage."
"Once they truly realize it, we'll annihilate them in one fell swoop, minimizing our losses."
Hearing Hellscream's strategy, Leina frowned slightly, a hint of anxiety flashing in her eyes.
But in the end, she didn't say anything more.
"No problem, watch me!"
Gorehowl responded, then raised its right hand and unleashed another wave of [Declaration of Strife]!
The same scene played out again in that camp.
Dark red light patterns spread out like ripples on water, silently spreading across the Bonfire and seeping into the bodies of every Skinners.
Soon, they were fighting again, their eyes bloodshot.
Moreover, this chaos erupted faster and more violently than before!
The Skinners were already seething with anger because of the previous riot, which had been forcibly suppressed by the gray-robed man.
At this moment, the spark of Wrath was reignited and instantly burned to its maximum intensity.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
The sounds of sharp teeth tearing and gnawing rose and fell, and pieces of flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Several Skinners had their blood vessels bitten open on the spot, and they staggered to the ground, clutching their throats.
"Damn it! What are you bastards doing now?!"
The gray-robed man Roar, but he immediately covered his mouth and knelt on the ground, praying incessantly.
He sensed something was wrong; he seemed more irritable and agitated than usual tonight.
What's going on?