Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 272 The Delicious Powder of Great Xia

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The sounds of gasping for air rose and fell amidst the faint crackling of the torches.

All the orcs were trying their best to visualize that scene.

The more I imagined it, the more my heart fluttered.

With a single strike, tens of thousands of demon soldiers were wiped out.

Along with the seventh-tier peak Morpheus, he too was reduced to ashes.

Is this a weapon?

No! This is a power that only gods can possess!

It took the old patriarch a long time to recover from the indescribable shock.

He looked at the tank in front of him, then looked up in the direction where the demon leader had fled, a hint of extreme resentment flashing in his eyes.

If... if they also had that kind of weapon...

He looked up abruptly, staring expectantly at Warwick, his voice trembling as he said:

"That weapon...that weapon that could blow up Murphy!"

"Did we buy it?"

All the orc leaders held their breath, their eyes blazing with burning desire.

Warwick paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"The people of Great Xia say they won't sell that kind of weapon."

call……

A profound sense of loss enveloped all the orcs.

The old patriarch was stunned for a moment, the fervor on his face gradually faded, and only deep regret remained in his eyes.

Yes, how could such a divine weapon be sold so easily?

If we had it, that damned demon leader would surely be dead today!

He looked at the tank again, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

This is the most powerful weapon they have access to.

But in the hands of the Great Xia people, there seems to be something even more terrifying and incomprehensible.

Just how much strength does this alien human race called "Da Xia" still hide?

The old patriarch suppressed the turmoil in his heart; he knew now was not the time to think about these things.

He said to Warwick:

"You've done a great job."

"How should we use these weapons?"

Warwick grinned and said casually:

"Father, it's very simple!"

"The people at Daxia are very kind. They taught us a set of operating procedures and simple maintenance methods. As long as you're not stupid, you can learn them in a few days!"

As he spoke, he pulled Alistar aside to give a live demonstration.

"etc."

The old clan chief raised his hand to stop him, his gaze sweeping over the clansmen in the valley who were either wailing, bandaging themselves, or looking around blankly.

"Save lives first, then rebuild homes," he said in a deep voice.

"Once we're settled, I'll gather all the soldiers together, and then you can teach them!"

"Yes, Father!" Warwick nodded.

The order was quickly relayed, and the entire valley sprang into action once more, but this time it was not a battle, but a fight for survival.

A half-orc priest in charge of statistics approached the old chieftain, his voice heavy with sorrow.

"Chieftain... Over 6,800 of our people are seriously injured, and over 10,000 are slightly injured!"

"Four thousand three hundred and twenty-one people died in battle."

The old patriarch swayed slightly and closed his eyes.

The sheer number of casualties gripped his heart like a giant hand.

This tribe was once the most powerful force in the Barbarian Bone Mountains, with a population that once reached as many as 500,000!

Four seventh-tier experts are enough to make any force dare not underestimate them.

Two hundred years of war, however, was like a merciless, blunt knife, constantly cutting into the flesh and blood of the tribe.

The rate at which babies are born is far slower than the rate at which babies die.

Now, only a little over 100,000 remain.

Four-fifths of their people perished on the path of fighting against the demons.

This is a proportion large enough to bring any race to its knees!

The old patriarch opened his eyes, which were covered in blood vessels.

His cloudy eyes could no longer shed tears. He waved his hand, his voice hoarse:

"Bring out all the healing scrolls and holy water; prioritize treating the seriously wounded!"

"Use the Fountain of Life... too!"

"Chieftain, that's..." the priest exclaimed in shock.

"Use it!" the old patriarch roared.

"As long as one is alive, there is hope!"

"As for minor injuries, you should have the clan priests treat them with herbal medicine."

"Arrange for those fallen warriors to be buried to prevent a plague. Later, we can organize a memorial service to commemorate them."

After silently giving his instructions, he personally led the team to extinguish the still-burning wooden house and clear out the collapsed ruins.

The surviving tribesmen followed silently; the men carried stones and timber, while the women and children collected the remains of the fallen.

As night fell, the flames in the valley gradually died down, replaced by bonfires and the sound of low sobbing beside them.

The battle left everyone exhausted, and the extreme food shortage only made matters worse, causing many to fall into a deep sleep.

Once you fall asleep, you won't be hungry.

Warwick looked at the sallow, emaciated faces of his people, then waved to Alistar and the others.

"All uninjured warriors of rank 5 and above, follow me!"

"Where to?"

"Let's go hunting! Let's give our people a good meal!"

"Yes!" Alistar responded loudly and began selecting personnel.

Then, Warwick looked at another seventh-tier Talos and said:

"You stay here to protect your people; I'm afraid the demons will return."

"No problem, leave it to me, Warwick."

Warwick nodded, and he led the group away into the mountains in the dead of night.

……

The next morning, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

A burst of lively cheers rang out in the valley at dawn.

"They're back! Commander Warwick and the others are back!"

"Food! It's food, lots of food!"

Countless figures emerged from the mountains and forests, each carrying a huge prey.

Deer, goats, wild boars... piled up like mountains.

The most notable one is Warwick.

He single-handedly carried a mammoth, over fifteen meters long and resembling a moving mountain, and descended from the sky, landing with a thud in the open space in the center of the tribe.

The earth trembled!

The orcs, who had just been woken from their sleep, lit up instantly when they saw this scene.

"Hey! What are you all standing there for? Come on, prepare the food!"

Upon hearing this, the orcs skillfully drew their daggers or various weapons and began skinning and butchering the animals.

Soon, hundreds of huge bonfires and soup pots were set up throughout the tribe.

Large chunks of meat were skewered and placed on the fire, or cut into pieces and thrown into a pot, with wild vegetables added.

All the orcs were drawn by the aroma of the approaching food and gathered around.

They made gurgling sounds in their throats, and saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths.

A skinny werewolf boy, starving, secretly tore off a small piece of raw meat and tried to put it in his mouth, but his mother slapped it away.

"Chris, follow the rules! Wait until the leader says we can eat!"

Warwick felt a pang of sadness as he looked at his wounded people, their eyes filled with longing.

After I left, these people suffered.

If he were in the tribe, there certainly wouldn't have been so many casualties.

However, without his trip to Daxia, he wouldn't have been able to bring back those weapons and equipment.

He suddenly remembered something and laughed. He believed that having this thing would make his people happier.

He took out boxes of large, transparent jars from his spatial ring.

"Alistar! Get someone to distribute these 'delicious powders'!"

"Just like the people of Daxia, for grilled meat, sprinkle it evenly!"

"For soup, grab a handful from the whole pot!"