Chapter 362： Mother Goblin

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Looking west.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and tall old trees protruded from the green sea, pointing at the sky like spears and hammers.

The cold wind before autumn also dyed it a little orange, looking around, it was full of Xiao Su's feeling.

"What's not quite right..."

Looking at the seemingly endless western forest, the orc prophet Ragnar felt a sense of unease in his heart, but he didn't know where it came from.

He returned from roaming with the allied orc army.

In the past half a month, they destroyed many foreign territories, and relied on the soul crystal to obtain many powerful fighters and equipment from the ancestral land.

On the way, they also absorbed the Blackstone tribe, and now the number of coalition forces has exceeded 15,000!

Along the way, I have never encountered an enemy that can be resisted a little bit.

Whether it was the black dwarves of the high-level race, or those believers who were spurned by the ancestral land, they could not stop the attack of the orc alliance.

Now if the half-orc territory in the border area between mountains and forests can be wiped out, no matter whether it is forest, grassland or mountain, it will open the door to the orc coalition forces.

It can be said that it is just around the corner to control this area.

But just now, Ragnar suddenly felt something bad was about to happen.

As an orc prophet who is proficient in the mystic department, this bad premonition often indicates that something unfavorable to him is about to happen.

"The west......"

Ragnar frowned, thinking of that human territory involuntarily.

That human territory is not weak, especially that extraordinary army.

But in his impression, the half-orc territory is hundreds of kilometers away from the human territory, so it shouldn't have the ability to affect the war here.

Ragnar hesitated for a moment, in order to prevent accidents, he decided to make a prophecy.

It believes that its intuition is not wrong. Even if it is not the human territory, there should be other factors that will affect the next battle situation.

Standing in the tent, Ragnar directed several orc priests to prepare for the prophecy ceremony.

However, considering the upcoming battle, Ragnar is not prepared to spend too much to make a large-scale prophecy.

The flame rose from the pot, and various materials were poured into it one after another, and wisps of strange-smelling green smoke quickly filled the entire tent.

Ragnar slit his wrist with a bone knife made from ribs.

Then the sprayed blood was thrown into the green smoke.

In the eyes of outsiders, after Ragnar self-harmed, he fell into a sluggish state.

The eyes were rolled up, revealing more of the whites of the eyes, and the body trembled, as if having an epileptic seizure.

But in Ragnar's eyes, it is currently shuttling through the chaos, following the guidance of the prophecy to pursue the uneasiness in his heart.

It didn't take long for its consciousness to capture the picture revealed by the prophecy.

The sun was shining, and the orc territory had been reduced to ruins.

The victorious orcs ushered in a human army.

The picture paused, and the human army was surrounded by the orc coalition forces.

The human lord led the army to fight desperately, trying to break through the siege of the orcs and escape.

At this moment, Magatha, the lord of the Blood Chain tribe, suddenly appeared next to the human lord.

Before the soldiers beside the human lord could react, they dragged the human lord into the shadow barrier.

After losing the lord, the human army was in chaos.

Eighteen human hero units with astonishing combat power jumped out of it, trying their best to slaughter the heroic orc warriors, and forced them in their direction.

The screen froze again.

After recovering, the human army that had just fought disappeared.

Only the leaders of the eighteen human beings were left, their bodies flickered one after another, overcoming the siege of Augma, Bago and Novalu, and suddenly appeared in front of him...

The screen is interrupted.

The prophecy ceremony is over.

The rising flame seemed to be able to breathe, and instantly sucked away the green smoke that filled the tent.

"Cough cough cough!"

The orc prophet Ragnar's face was pale, and he coughed painfully while clutching his chest.

After a while, it straightened up, took out a potion and took it.

"The uneasiness in my heart comes from tomorrow."

"Those humans also came to the half-orc territory, but we preempted them..."

"Even under the siege of the orcs, the whole army was wiped out, and I was accidentally assassinated by a human. The result...is unknown."

In the result of the prophecy, there was no picture of his own death.

Ragnar also felt that he would not be easily killed by a human.

Although it is not good at fighting and does not have a strong body, its life-saving ability is not bad.

The faint throbbing in his heart could at most indicate that he had been severely injured.

Moreover, knowing the result, Ragnar has the ability to avoid such unfavorable things from happening.

Even at a lower cost, all those humans can be wiped out!

"See if Magatha is back?"

"If you come back, let it come over for a while, I have something to discuss with it."

"By the way, call the lords of the other three tribes."

Ragnar gave a few instructions to the outside of the tent, and then an orc priest claimed to be the one and left here quickly.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the tent, and three burly orc lords walked into the tent one after another.

It was Ogma from the Magic Hoof Tribe, Bago from the Red Banner Tribe, and Novalu from the Black Stone Tribe.

After the three came in, they sat down on their own, and Orgma, the leader, sniffed the smell in the tent.

After seeing Ragnar's slightly weak expression, he asked with concern:

"Prophet, did you just make a prophecy?"

"What is the result of the prophecy?"

"Will it affect our next battle?"

When the lords of the other tribe heard this, they immediately cast their gazes at Ragnar.

Looking at the three of them, Ragnar felt a little complicated.

In the last scene revealed by the prophecy, a human hero unit actually passed Orgma, Bago, and Novalu one after another to come to him.

If there is nothing tricky in it, Ragnar himself does not believe it.

The coalition forces are indeed expanding, but there are also more and more contradictions.

What's more, the orcs are a race that believes in the law of the jungle, and there were constant disputes in their ancestral land.

As a prophet, he can bring the four tribes together, but he is still a member of the Blood Chain tribe.

There are some things that are just not fair.

Looking at the three orcs Ragnar said calmly:

"Let's discuss together when Magatha comes back."

Hearing Ragnar's words, Bago leaned back and said with a sneer:

"Who knows where that crazy woman went!"

"We're about to start a war, and it can't even see a shadow!"

"As a lord, he always likes to do sneaky things..."

"Okay, Bago." Orgma glanced at Ragnar and interrupted Bago, "The battle hasn't started yet, just wait at the Prophet for a while."

Before the words were finished, a figure with a strong smell of blood suddenly appeared in the tent.

Then, a hoarse female voice sounded.

"Bago, you look like a goblin aunt picking out mice."