Chapter 862: Dark Nether Formation
Orion stopped laughing and looked at Rolan, his eyes glancing at the Bloodthirsty Trident slung across the boy’s back. It had once been Orion’s own favored weapon.
"You can go to the battlefield," he said finally. "But before you do, I want you to go and challenge every one of your peers among the humans, the blood elves, the dwarves, and the dragons. If you defeat them all, you can report to the Elder of Combat yourself."
It was a test, but also a way for Orion to indirectly increase Rolan’s combat experience and broaden his horizons.
"ntor, your disciple will definitely complete the task you have given ," Rolan said, placing a hand over his chest in a salute, his eyes blazing with passion.
"Alright, go on. Continue your training."
"As you command!"
Rolan turned, the trident on his back looking comically large for his fra. Watching him go, Orion suddenly had the strange feeling of a new generation rising to take the place of the old.
"Daddy, is that your disciple?"
As Orion was lost in thought, Elara, who had been perched on his head the whole ti, suddenly spoke. Her tone held a strange, inexplicable depth.
"Mm. His na is Rolan," Orion said, shaking off his reverie and introducing him to Elara. "He is the most talented young genius of our giant tribe. Back in Blackstone City, in the north, he was always by my side, learning."
"He is very strong," Elara observed. "In his eyes, I saw not a single trace of fear or apprehension. Little brother Pallas is far behind him." When she spoke of Pallas, Elara’s tone beca slightly old-mannish, as if she were an elder disappointed in a hopeless student, despite the fact that she and Pallas were both still just children.
Orion smiled, not offering any judgnt on Pallas. The situation now was completely different from how it had been in the past. The way of life and the values of each generation would naturally be different.
Rolan’s generation had been born around the ti of Orion’s rise. They had caught the tail end of the Stoneheart Horde’s hard tis, when there wasn’t enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear.
They had experienced the territorial wars in the Black Forest, the brutal dark beast tides, the migration from south to north, and even the great North-South War. Compared to the generations that would co after them, theirs possessed a unique sense of urgency. They were younglings who had personally lived through hardship and had only been enjoying a life of comfort for a few years.
Therefore, the temperant of Rolan’s generation and Pallas’s was entirely different. Talent, temperant, experience, style—each had their own strengths, and they could not be judged by the sa standard.
"Mm... so Elara also thinks Rolan is impressive?" Orion asked, playfully patting her on the bottom, trying to understand his adopted daughter better through these small details.
"Very impressive. With the magic Elara knows now, I probably couldn’t defeat him."
"Hahaha... then little Elara will have to work hard! You just heard him, Rolan wants to beco the strongest in the entire Stoneheart Horde."
"Hmph... don’t worry, Daddy. In the future, Elara will be the strongest!" Elara raised a small fist, cheering herself on. She decided then and there that she would skip playing with Pallas today. She would go back and ditate.
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Ti galloped like a horse, passing with each crack of the whip.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month had gone by. Orion sat on his throne, his consciousness imrsed in the Survivor’s Platform, scouring for goods, increasing his resources, enriching the horde’s treasury, and expanding his own knowledge.
"Elf, are you dead yet?" he sent in a ssage. He hadn’t heard from Aerin in a long ti. Ever since he had given her the life-saving artifacts, she had seemingly vanished.
"Godfather, did you miss ? Can you give
so more of those Scarecrows you sent
last ti?" This ti, Aerin’s reply was quick. At the very least, it ant she was living comfortably, free from the anxiety and fear that had plagued her before.
"Is the war on your side over?" Orion asked, completely ignoring her request for more Cursed Scarecrows. Those things were in short supply even for his own people; he had no intention of letting any more of them flow out.
"No, the plague mist is being held back outside the forest by a magical barrier for now, so we Wood Elves have found peace again."
Orion was sowhat disappointed by this answer. If her world wasn’t in a state of crisis, she wouldn’t seek his help, and he wouldn’t get a chance to intervene in her world.
"Prepare more high-tier magical plants and alchemical birds. I have a great need for them over here," Orion said, stating his own demands before ending the conversation.
The opportunity to enter Aerin’s world had not completely vanished, but he would have to wait patiently. He was certain that a plague capable of troubling the entire Wood Elf race had to have a powerful entity or organization behind it.
As Orion was pondering this, a ssage ca in from Julius Caesar.
"Big Boss, thank you for your help! I successfully defended Sacred Sword City!"
Seeing Caesar’s ssage, Orion’s spirits lifted. Compared to Aerin, Caesar was a much more worthy investnt. And in their repeated exchanges, Caesar had provided him with many good things in return.
"If you won a defensive siege, you must have killed a lot of enemies, right?" In war, death was inevitable. Caesar had fought a defensive battle. If the attacking army had been forced to retreat, their losses would have to have been several tis greater than the defender’s.
"Hehe, Big Boss, your eyes are like torches! We killed eight thousand enemies this ti, the harvest was rich. Big Boss, you might be able to use these."
Caesar proactively initiated a trade, sending over a blueprint and ten miniature buildings. Orion was very interested in the blueprint. Based on its quality, it was not sothing that ca from a survivor’s chest, but rather looked like a hand-copied product.
"Nine-Revolving Dark Nether Formation?" Orion picked up the blueprint and began to read it carefully.
[Nine-Revolving Dark Nether Formation]
Type:Battle FormationQuality:Heroic (Copied Version; quality refers to the original blueprint)Description:This formation uses the totem of a Dark Nether Beast as its core. It requires nine individuals holding formation flags or statues to cast in unison. Aided by the totem, the nine can rge and transform into a Nine-Revolving Dark Nether Beast. The beast is savage and bloodthirsty, capable of flight and great speed. Its claws can tear enemies asunder, and it breathes a black fla that can incinerate all things.Note 1:Under normal circumstances, the rged Dark Nether Beast can reach the peak of the Alpha tier. If the formation is cast by nine peak Alpha-tier individuals who also sacrifice one Lord’s Stone, the beast’s strength can reach the lower Legendary tier.Note 2:The Dark Nether Beast persists until the life force of all formation mbers is exhausted.
After a long ti, Orion finished reading the blueprint. He felt that Caesar truly had all the luck.
"Did this blueprint drop for you?" Orion sent a ssage to Caesar. He had never seen a small-scale battle formation like this before.
"Yes, Big Boss! I figured you could probably use it too, so I made a copy for you."
What more could Orion say? A battle formation like this was exactly what the Stoneheart Horde desperately needed.
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