This means that even if it is killed, it can be resurrected with a new clone.

Therefore, my fourth natural disaster will not have any fear no matter how powerful the enemy is, but will consume the enemy to death through death over and over again."

"Oh - I understand. Those orcs or hybrid orcs who behave strangely are all your helpers."

The main dwarf god, Moradin, showed an expression of sudden realization, and immediately set his sights on the important town to the east of the Rongma Grassland - Illingul, where Thrall's main force is currently stationed.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the market, tavern and inn, these guys who are incompatible with other orcs are excitedly discussing the upcoming war. There is no trace at all.

Fearful or nervous, they were even quarreling over the best fighting position. Their equipment was far better than that of other orc warriors around them. Basically everyone had at least six or more pieces of magic equipment.

Some even use high-end items with enchantment levels 3 and 4.

What's even more outrageous is that among these orcs and mixed-blood orcs, there are arcane spellcasting professions such as warlocks and mages, and the proportion is not low.

Especially those orcs with strong physiques and muscular muscles wearing tight robes are really full of dissonance.

There were also several women wearing eye-catching golden bikinis and metal armor, which looked exactly like the glorious female orcs in Zuo Si's impression.

They were gathering together to discuss how to have a romantic encounter with the warchief, and they didn't know if Thrall would be able to handle it.

In short, the appearance of these aliens directly makes the entire city's style become a bit abnormal.

"Ha! What a group of interesting and energetic little guys."

Corellon is obviously very interested in the Fourth Scourge.

Because he could feel that these people did not regard everything around them as real existence at the ideological and spiritual level, but regarded it as some kind of false illusion, so they generally held a strangely optimistic attitude.

As a god who leans toward the chaotic and good camp, he undoubtedly enjoys this joyful life like a game.

After a full minute, the Elf Lord proposed with great interest: "I think you don't mind if I join in to experience this game, right?"

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "Of course not. Please give me a ray of your consciousness, and I will put it into the terminal controlled by the master brain to create a clone for you. Then you can happily enjoy the game with them.

It’s a process.”

"no problem."

Corellon separated a small ball of light directly from the incarnation.

After Zuo Si got it, he directly backhanded it to the world where the mastermind was.

In less than ten seconds, Corellon realized that he had entered a virtual world built with terrifying spiritual power, and created a "game character" under the guidance of the other party.

Immediately afterwards, he arrived at Illingur through a huge network of portals.

Just after he came out of the portal, he saw an ugly orc face that was almost kissing his own.

"Ouch! He's actually a newcomer?"

"What? Newcomers? Are you kidding me? Shouldn't newcomers go to a low-level world to practice first?"

"Damn it! What a newcomer! He doesn't even have any armor on him!"

"What the hell is this? Is it a bug?"

"Could it be that there is some unknown PY transaction with the game company's planner?"

"That's it! It must be a sell-out!"

"Let's break up! Let's break up! There's a good chance that this kind of thing won't survive even a minute on the battlefield and will die."

…

Listening to all kinds of judgmental comments and vague vocabulary surrounding him, even Corellon, who has a relatively cheerful personality, couldn't help but darken his face.

Similarly, for the first time, he felt the fearlessness and arrogance of these "fourth natural disasters".
Chapter completed!