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“Storm of Vengeance.”
[Storm of Vengeance · 9th Circle Divine Spell: You create a storm of acid, ice, and hail that destroys everything in sight.]
A ninth-circle divine spell, and also the highest-level divine spell a priest could cast. And this was not just the magic of one priest, but a divine spell cast by Morgan and Erica together. Its power was even close to the tenth circle.
Muhre’s face became very ugly. He could ignore the damage of this large-scale divine spell and not put up any defense… but his clansmen, his followers, those weak half-orcs could not bear it.
Faced with this divine spell, the solution was also very simple. As long as you hid in a sufficiently sturdy house, you would not be harmed… but the half-orcs did not have one. Their houses were all tents made of wood and leather. On this vast, bitter, and cold plain, they had nowhere to hide.
Under this scale of divine spell, only the strong warriors could survive. The women, children, and the elderly could not hold on.
“You.”
Muhre wanted to curse, but he saw the coldness in Shelley’s eyes. It was the calm and coldness of taking another’s life without any hesitation. He had no doubt that as long as he cursed, the divine spell in the sky would descend.
Muhre waved his right hand, and another new bone war spear appeared. He glared at the arrogant man in the sky and said in a low voice, “What do you want?”
You madman, what are you doing here?
Since Shelley had not immediately let the priestesses cast the divine spell, it meant that he must have some demands.
Shelley let out a sigh of relief in his heart and said with emotion, “Thank goodness he’s not a brute who would just come up and kill someone without a word.”
Melee Professionals were prone to that kind of reckless brute.
What’s the problem? Just beat them up. You have a hidden story? You’re one of us? Beat them up first. If you survive, you’re a good person. Decrypting? Just be reckless.
The pain of having a carefully designed conspiracy ignored was the pain of every wise man.
Shelley shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression and said, spreading his hands, “What do I want?”
“Didn’t I already make it very clear?”
With that, Shelley looked at the only remaining ancestral spirit beside Muhre. The meaning in this action was self-evident.
Muhre forcefully clenched the bone war spear in his hand, waved his hand to dismiss the ancestral spirit, and asked seriously, “You want to eliminate me?”
Shaking his head, Shelley made a gesture to the sky and then said with a big laugh, “Oh, of course not. I was just kidding.”
His eyes narrowing slightly, Muhre felt the magical power of the divine spell in the sky stop running. He said in a low voice, “Then what do you mean?”
Shelley descended from the sky and walked slowly to the front of Muhre. The distance between them was only five meters. This distance was extremely dangerous for Shelley, but his expression was not at all nervous.
Muhre observed this man he loathed…
Young. That was his first impression. He was truly too young. There was no sense of maturity left by the passage of time on his body. It was genuine youthful vitality. And then there was his beauty, a stunning charm that was hard to resist. Even with his willpower, he was dazed for a moment.
“A charisma of over 35 points, the effect is not bad.”
Shelley did not seize that momentary opportunity to attack, but smiled at this extremely burly old half-orc.
Shelley looked at the half-orcs who were looking at him and said, “Protect the border of Ir.”
“I need a promise from you.”
Muhre did not relax his guard in the slightest. He waved his hand to signal his people not to come forward.
“What promise?”
“Not to attack the half-elves in your lifetime…”
“Impossible! Are you provoking me?”
Muhre was furious, almost crushing the war spear in his hand.
Are you playing with me?
But Shelley’s expression did not change at all. He still had a smiling face and said, shaking his head, “How could I provoke you, great God of Half-Orcs?”
Seeing the bulging veins on Muhre’s body, Shelley knew when to stop.
“Alright, then how about this…”
“The half-orcs will not take the initiative to invade the half-elves.”
“This, you can accept, right?”
Shelley’s words made Muhre fall into thought, carefully considering the pros and cons.
If Shelley had asked Muhre not to attack the half-elves from the beginning, Muhre would definitely not have agreed. But Shelley first gave him a thunderbolt, and then took a step back. He would feel that this choice seemed to be acceptable.
Human nature always likes to compromise. For example, if you say, “This room is too dark, we need to open a window here,” everyone will definitely not allow it. But if you say you want to tear down the roof, they will be willing to open a window.
So Mr. Zhou Shuren is forever a god.
“I can accept…”
Looking at Shelley with a disdainful gaze, Muhre regained that aura of life and death, a vast and wild aura.
“But do you have the right to make the decision?”
Shelley didn’t care about his performance at all. He shrugged and then snapped his fingers.
Snap.
A light suddenly shone from Shelley’s body in front of Muhre. When he reappeared, Shelley had a scepter and a crown on him.
“The crown of the God of Half-Elves? You…”
Smiling, Shelley did not explain. Then his expression became serious, and he said earnestly, “The words of a god will all become regulations.”
“Words will have power.”
“Under the witness of all the elements and the gods.”
“I, now as the High Priest of the God of Half-Elves, sign a contract with the God of Half-Orcs.”
Two teams of angels in armor descended from the sky and looked at the two of them from mid-air.
Rank, divine portfolio, all became power. A pseudo-god, an agent of a god, the two of them were barely qualified to enter the sight of the gods.
Looking at Shelley’s invitation, Muhre held his breath and walked to the front of the angels together.
If he were a lone legendary, he would definitely fight Shelley to the death. But he was not. He was the great chieftain of his people, their… god.
He chose to compromise.
“I, in the name of the God of Half-Orcs…”
…
Shelley stood beside Catherine and turned to smile at Muhre, “Oh, by the way, let me give you a little extra hint.”
He pointed his gaze at the two mountain peaks in the distance and said with a wrinkled nose and a smile, “What is that place? It has a very disgusting smell.”
Muhre’s expression was hard, showing no reaction at all.
Shelley laughed at his reaction and waved his hand, “In that case, we’ll see each other again.”
Watching the dragon fly away, the surrounding half-orcs finally dared to approach Muhre. One of them, a middle-aged half-orc who was even more burly than Muhre, gritted his teeth and said, extremely angry, “My Lord! Are we just going to let this damned human go?”
“If it weren’t for us…”
He was halfway through his sentence when he found that Muhre’s gaze had swept over him. He could only shut his mouth in frustration.
Looking at the two mountain peaks, he smiled faintly, “Let them go. We have other things waiting for us.”
