Magic, Evil Gods, and the Fourth Calamity

As the initiator of the exploration mission, one of the first players to reach level 30 in "Otherworld Online", one of the first powerful players to enter the Bronze level, the founder of the Azure Dragon Group, and a real-life tycoon, Hua Kai Fugui has always had a lot of influence in the game.

So when the message "Flowers Bloom and Wealth Arrives" was sent to the group, players kept deducting "1"s.

In less than ten minutes, hundreds of people gathered at the orc palace, all of them captains of player teams, big and small.

Seeing that quite a few people had arrived, Hua Kai Fugui, without any hesitation, took on the role of the leader and began to arrange the next tasks.

Of course, in order to make these players comply with the arrangements, certain cold, hard numbers will naturally be required!

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In the eastern district of Sogoria, in the square in front of the Doril tribe's royal palace, Chief Doril watched the sacrificial ceremony proceeding smoothly, yet felt only the bleeding of his own heart.

Human slaves can be obtained from other orcs, but valuable magic stones or rare monster materials are consumed directly from his treasury.

Now he only hopes that everything Dovagan said was just an exaggeration, and that there might be some treasure in Dovagan's treasury to make up for the loss.

Just then, the scouts Doriel had sent out rushed back, their ugly green orc faces turning a dark green as if they had been frightened.

"Chieftain, humans... those humans are strange!"

The orc recounted his findings in detail, which made Doriel frown.

"Are you sure you didn't misread it? The weakest of the more than 10,000 humans is mid-level Black Iron, and the strongest is low-level Purple Bronze. And there are a full 5,000 humans at the low-level Purple Bronze?"

Although the orc scout also found it hard to believe, these were things they had seen and experienced firsthand.

In his attempt to get close enough to investigate those humans, several of his brothers were killed by them, and he himself nearly died there.

"It's absolutely true, Chieftain! Those humans are like madmen. They kill us orcs whenever they see us, and they're even more ferocious and crazy than us when they fight!"

The Dowa tribe in the western district is almost wiped out by those humans!

The orc scout spoke with lingering fear, recalling the experience as if it were a nightmare.

"..."

Doril fell silent, finally forced to accept reality. He understood that his spies had no reason to deceive him; what Dovagan said was probably true.

Damn!

More than five thousand bronze-level humans!

When did so many powerful beings appear among humans?!

Could it be simply because of the appearance of the God of Light?

Could that demigod have blessed his entire clan?

Doril's thoughts raced, but he quickly calmed down and summoned the high priest of the Doril tribe.

"Your Excellency, how much longer until the sacrificial ceremony can begin?"

"It'll probably take another half hour!"

"Could you speed things up a bit?"

"Yes, but more blood sacrifices are needed!"

"no problem!"

Doriel is now certain that his tribe is no match for those humans, and his only option now is to request the arrival of the demigods.

Therefore, he made a tough decision: no matter the cost, getting through the immediate crisis was the priority.

He ordered his men to bring out the human slaves he kept as blood sacrifices, and continued to collect more human slaves from the city.

For a time, the entire Doril tribe was in chaos, but because the Doril chieftain set an example by sacrificing his own interests, most of the orcs reluctantly handed over their privately hoarded human slaves.

Soon, human slaves were continuously brought to the square, and the orc priests began to use their own methods to speed up the sacrificial ritual.

Pfft!

Under the guidance of the priest, the orcs, carrying large knives, approached the humans and slaughtered them like livestock.

Humans fell one by one to the orcs' blades, and the increasingly strong stench of blood enveloped the entire square.

People cried and trembled.

Some tried to escape but were stopped and killed by the orcs. Others bowed their heads in fear, unaware that they were the orcs' next target.

"Mom...I'm scared...Aren't we going to see Dad?"

The little girl nestled in her mother's arms and asked in a trembling voice. She was scared, but she didn't cry because her father had said that a crying child would bring misfortune to the family and prevent them from being happy.

She didn't want her tears to prevent her family from finding happiness.

"Soon, we'll see Dad soon."

The mother held the little girl tightly in her arms, her body trembling with fear of death as she watched the orc butcher approach.

"Mom...really?"

The little girl mustered her courage and peeked out from her mother's arms, trying to find her father.

Dad said he would come back to save himself and Mom.

But the little girl was disappointed; she didn't see her father.

All she saw was a hideous green monster, holding a blood-dripping sword, standing beside her and her mother.

The large green monster raised its sword, seemingly gesturing something, as if it wanted to cut itself and its mother off together.

The little girl vaguely understood that her mother was actually lying to her. After all, she and her mother were about to be killed by the green monster, so how could they see their father?

However, the little girl didn't blame her mother, because if anyone was to blame, it was her father who had gone out and never returned!

The giant green monster raised its sword, and the little girl instinctively closed her eyes. Her limited life experience told her that this blow would cause her and her mother great pain.

However, the little girl kept her eyes tightly closed, but the intense pain never came. Instead, a thud followed by the sound of a piece of metal hitting the ground caused a considerable commotion among the surrounding orcs.

"Enemy attack! Humans, it's humans attacking!"

Amidst the chaos of the orcs, the little girl opened her eyes in confusion, only to meet the gaze of a hideous face with its eyes wide open in death.

It was that ugly monster that tried to kill her; an arrow pierced its temple and went through its large, green, and ugly head.

The little girl wasn't scared; she just peeked out from her mother's arms again, looking around curiously.

Then, the little girl saw a familiar-looking guy.

It was a guy with a rooster's head on his head. He was standing on a rooftop at the edge of the square, holding a bow and arrow. His long, sharp "chicken beak" was opening and closing, and it was unclear what he was shouting.

"Damn it! Garbage official production, garbage plot!"

I fucking can't take it anymore!

Brothers, let's charge! Kill these orc bastards!

At the command of the wind above the pig's mouth, the players hidden around the square rushed forward. They charged without any strategy, but they were all holding back their energy.

That was the anger of fellow human beings, the resistance to ignorance and bloodlust, and the desire to become stronger.

"kill!"

"Don't steal my kill!"

"For all of humanity!"

"Damn it, I told you not to steal my kills! I only need 1000 more experience points to reach Bronze rank!"

"For all of humanity!"

"Damn it! For all of humanity!"