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Peak's voice suddenly became incredibly low.

He looked down at the bear-man without fear and suddenly raised the staff in his hand.

"You ungodly ants, you filthy creatures already tainted by calamity, do not touch me."

The moment he finished speaking, Peak's right hand, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, suddenly flipped over.

Suddenly, the Flame Ring burst forth with a blinding red light.

"boom!"

As the Flame Ring lit up, a terrifying red pillar of flame, like a raging fire dragon, erupted directly from the peak's palm, slamming into the bear-man's chest with lightning speed.

"Ow!"

Even with their thick fur and strong physical resistance, the bear-men were incredibly vulnerable in the face of this magical flame.

A piercing scream instantly tore through the street.

The arrogant, burly bear-man was suddenly sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto several innocent stalls behind him.

The flames instantly ignited the fur on his body, and he rolled wildly on the ground in agony.

This sudden scene plunged the entire street, which had been loudly cheering and watching the spectacle, into a deathly silence.

All the orcs' laughter caught in their throats as they stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the black-robed priest who slowly descended back to the ground, radiating an aura of magic.

"Magic...magic power, it's magic power!"

"This high priest is actually a spellcaster with magical powers."

In the orc worldview, power is the absolute truth, and spellcasters who can control magic are terrifying beings who are high above and should not be provoked.

The other orc thugs who had originally wanted to help were now so frightened that their legs went weak and they retreated repeatedly, afraid of getting their hands on the terrifying flames.

Peak stood still, casually dusted off the dust from his robes, pointed his staff at the howling bear-man on the ground, and declared in a sacred and inviolable tone.

"Purification, let this supreme divine fire purify the incurable filth on your body; this is a gift from the gods to the ignorant."

Watching his older brother's Oscar-worthy acting skills, with his compassionate yet ruthless demeanor, coupled with the fire effects, the madman couldn't help but give him a crazy thumbs up in his heart.

"Holy crap, bro, your acting is just amazing. If we hadn't put this together, I almost would have actually believed he was some kind of god incarnate."

Chapter 183 This is a Plague

He suppressed a laugh in his heart, but on the surface he put on an increasingly awe-inspiring expression and retreated behind the peak.

As time went by, it grew completely dark.

At this time, it was just as the various labor camps, mines, and workshops outside Blackrock Fortress were finishing their heavy day's work.

Accompanied by the sound of bugles signaling the end of the workday, hundreds and thousands of low-level orc laborers, covered in mud, sweat, and exhaustion, poured out from the streets in all directions.

After a day of heavy physical labor, their most pressing need was for water.

Driven by instinct, countless orcs flocked to the huge blue stone well in the center of the square.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the street, a group of emaciated figures appeared, walking with difficulty.

They were a group of humans who were treated as slaves.

They dragged their feet numbly.

However, in this rigidly hierarchical orc society, these lowest-ranking human slaves were not even qualified to approach the clear bluestone well.

They could only watch helplessly as the orcs drank heartily, then silently walked to the corners of the streets to those stagnant puddles filled with garbage and even floating with green algae, lay down on the ground, and gulped down the foul-smelling sewage in an attempt to prolong their lives.

Seeing this, the two brothers, Peak and Madman, who were standing in the shadows, exchanged a glance.

Everything unfolded perfectly in accordance with their previous calculations.

Those compatriots who drank polluted water, on the contrary, escaped this plague because of their lowly status.

Just then, the private chat channel flickered slightly.

[Peak: The time is almost right. All the prey has entered the fray. It's time to close the net. When these orcs drink water, you drink too. You have to make the performance perfect.]

[Crazy: Alright bro, just you wait and see, watch how I win an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor]

When the communication was shut down, the hundreds of parched orc laborers had already crowded to the well, picking up rough wooden buckets, broken bowls, and even scooping up the well water with their bare hands, ready to drink it all down.

Suddenly, the madman let out an exaggerated sigh. He walked to the well, deliberately held the earthenware bowl in his hand high, and complained loudly in a voice that could be heard by everyone.

"High Priest, please stop making a fuss. Look at everyone, they're all drinking water normally. Even if you want to preach, you should choose a better time."

"After walking around the city with you for so long, I'm really tired and thirsty. My throat is practically burning. I don't care about any misfortune or anything like that. I need to drink some water to soothe my throat first."

As he spoke, the madman picked up the bowl of water and brought it to his own pig-like snout.

"Stop, you can't drink it."

Peak immediately roared in response, taking a sudden step forward. The movement was so large that it seemed as if the madman was holding not water, but a bowl of deadly poison.

"Put down that bowl. I saw it. The divine revelation showed me the churning death within the water. Calamity is in there. If you drink it, your soul will be completely swallowed by the abyss."

Peak stretched out his hand, pointing at the well, his expression of heartache and impatience perfectly portrayed.

However, upon hearing these alarmist words from the black-robed priest who had just displayed such power, the beastmen gathered around the well were taken aback.

Then, instead of anyone becoming suspicious, a burst of even more unrestrained laughter erupted.

Although they feared the magic of the highest level, these simple-minded orcs had their own stubbornness when it came to things that defied common sense.

"Hahaha, High Priest, your magic is indeed powerful, but your ability to read feng shui is really nothing to brag about."

A minotaur laborer with horns on his head wiped the sweat from his brow and mocked loudly.

Madman immediately turned around, spread his hands in front of the group of orcs, and asked loudly.

"Don't you all agree? This well has been here for at least several decades. What could be wrong with the water?"

"That's right, don't listen to this old charlatan's nonsense."

A werewolf laborer loudly echoed this, even deliberately provocatively throwing a large wooden bucket into the well and drawing up a full bucket of water.

"I've been drinking water from this well since I was born, and my grandfather also grew up drinking this water. This water is cool and thirst-quenching, how could there be any plague here?"

The other orc went even further, sitting down on the edge of the well and shouting loudly.

"You two pig-headed outsiders are really something. You don't believe me? Fine, we'll show you, our so-called high priests, how the men of Blackrock Fortress drink this plague."

As soon as he finished speaking, the minotaur took the lead, grabbed the edge of the wooden bucket, tilted his head back, and began to frantically pour water into the gaping maw.

With someone taking the lead, the hundreds of orc laborers around them, who had been thirsty all day, could no longer hold back.

They all raised their vessels and gulped down the cool well water.

Watching the orcs frantically drinking water, Peak, hidden behind his mask, couldn't help but twitch his lips violently twice.

The madman standing by the well also had a glint of triumphant ruthlessness in his eyes.

Without further hesitation, he raised the rough earthenware bowl in his hand, tilted his head back, and poured the spiked well water into his mouth without leaving a single drop.

The beastmen who had finished drinking the water wiped their mouths and let out a sigh of relief.

The minotaur who was leading the group slammed the empty wooden barrel to the ground and pointed at the summit, laughing loudly.

"Look, this water is so sweet, how could there be any disaster? We hundreds of people drank it, and we're still as lively as ever. Could one punch kill a cow? Hahaha."

Madman turned around, wiped the water off his chin with his sleeve, and helplessly shrugged at Peak.

"High Priest, you see, I told you you were being too sensitive. I drank it too, and I feel perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong with me. Don't force yourself, come and have a couple of sips to quench your thirst."

At this moment, the peak resembles a clergyman enraged by the broken prophecy.

He rushed forward in three strides and swung his staff fiercely.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Peak slammed the empty bowl in Madman's hand to the ground, shattering it into countless pieces.

"Foolish, beyond redemption."

Peak pointed at the madman's nose and roared in a trembling voice.

“What you have drunk is not water, but calamity and death. The seeds of plague have already taken root in your bodies. The gods have abandoned you. Come, come with me. Do not stay in this cursed place.”

As he spoke, Dianfeng grabbed Dianfeng's wrist and made as if to forcibly drag him away from this place of trouble.

Chapter 184 O Great God of the Crown Thief!!!

While struggling symbolically, the madman gave a wry smile to the beastmen around him.

"High Priest, please don't pull me! I'm not leaving, I'm really fine! Everyone, please be the judge..."

Peak's tyrannical actions thoroughly enraged the orc laborers around him who had just drunk their fill of water and were in a comfortable state.

They were already short-tempered, and given their special affection for the well, they couldn't tolerate the old sorcerer from outside repeatedly cursing their life-sustaining water source as a plague.

"Stop right there, you old geezer."

"You think you can just curse us, break the bowl, and walk away? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"We must get this straight today. How exactly did this water become a plague? If you don't give a clear explanation, even if you have magic, you won't be able to leave this street alive today."

The crowd was immediately outraged.

Hundreds of burly orc laborers swarmed around them, forming an orc wall that blocked the Peak and Madman brothers in the middle of the street.

They clenched their fists, their eyes fierce, as if they might pounce on the two men and tear them to pieces at any moment.

Faced with this tense and inescapable encirclement, Peak suddenly stopped pulling back.

He slowly turned around, scanning the angry faces around him with a cold, indifferent gaze, as if looking at a dead man.

"Explain yourself?"

A cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"I don't need to say anything more, because calamity has already begun to knock on the door."

"You're still pretending..."

The minotaur who had led the drinking was about to step forward when he burst into a tirade of curses.