Chapter 1494
Chaotic Slaughter
Chapter 1494 Chaotic Slaughter
The rust-colored wind, carrying sand and gravel, howled through the dilapidated streets of the gray stone settlement.
Although it's not exactly spotless, you can tell it's been taken care of.
The exterior walls of most buildings are patched together from several different materials, making them look extremely cramped. But occasionally, on a windowsill, you can see a few drought-resistant plants blooming brightly in the oppressive environment.
It was supposed to be an exceptionally clear day, but the gradually dimming light slowly descended through the dust.
Until a dull tremor, like rolling thunder, shattered the silence of the gray stone.
As the metal gate separating the gray stone from the silver moon slowly opened to both sides, a dense mass of silver moon people appeared behind the iron gate, as dense as migrating locusts.
The Silver Moon people have stronger beast souls, and their beast-like features are not as obvious as those of the Gray Stone people.
This is often seen as a sign of the evolution of a higher civilization—moving away from the primitive while retaining the animal form.
But at this moment, some people's skin covered with bluish-black scales bulged with bulging veins; some people's broad palms had claws that grew longer and harder, gleaming with a chilling light; some people's manes stood on end like steel needles piercing the sky; some people's mouths protruded forward, revealing sharp fangs.
They were all dressed smartly, but most of them had hunched backs, showing a certain degree of atavism.
Their spirits were so high they were almost frenzied. Every now and then they would burst into meaningless roars, which, combined with the sound of their footsteps, formed a dull rumble, like a storm that could sweep everything away, like a flood bursting its banks and pouring into the backward slums they had always looked down upon.
It was the first peak of the workday ending, and the streets were full of Graystone Orcs who had good jobs and were rushing home.
Faced with this strange situation, they instinctively stopped and awkwardly moved to the sides of the road to avoid it.
Some astute shop owners hurriedly put down their work, slammed the metal door shut with both hands and feet, and peeked out through the deformed crack in the door.
The orc child playing by the roadside was accidentally bumped or stepped on and started wailing. He was immediately pulled into the arms of a strange adult nearby, who covered his mouth, as if afraid of attracting the attention of the man who looked menacing.
The Silvermoon people usually keep to themselves and never have much to do with the Graystone settlement.
That door is only opened a few times a year, what's wrong with it today?
The gray stone people were baffled, but subconsciously they sensed something was wrong. They could only instinctively press themselves against the wall and hide in nearby houses, letting the massive procession pass through the streets.
Initially, the Silvermoon people were indeed just passing through.
Their ranks were fairly orderly, their eyes fixed straight ahead, their target the more distant human settlements—the Loess Plateau.
But the streets of Graystone were not very wide to begin with. No matter how much the Graystone orcs tried to avoid them, there were times when they couldn't get out of the way in front of the rampaging Silvermoon army.
A gaunt old orc, whose legs were weak, accidentally bumped into a Silvermoon's elbow while dodging.
The Silver Moon Man suddenly raised his hand, and with a swift swipe of his claws, sliced through the old orc's throat.
Fresh blood gushed out.
The sound of a body falling was barely audible amidst the chaotic footsteps.
No one dared to speak, only watching as the abrupt dark red gradually expanded, gleaming eerily in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The Silvermoon people didn't intend to harm the Graystone people. It was just that the turmoil within them caused them to lose their rationality, and their animalistic instincts began to dominate.
By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late; the person was already dead.
Someone in the group rebuked the man for his impulsiveness, saying that their target was humans, not orcs.
Some people think that he's just an old, useless, low-level orc who's going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter? The important thing is to get down to business.
Already caught up in their emotions and on the verge of losing control, the Silvermoon people descended into chaos once more. A fight was inevitable.
Once the switch to killing is pressed, it is difficult to control.
The blood seemed to ignite the bloodthirsty nature deep within the Silvermoon people, and the orderly march began to break down. Some, with a clear goal, resolutely headed towards the loess region. Others lingered, indulging their emotions.
The unfortunate ones caught in the crossfire were the gray stone people on both sides of the street who hadn't had time to hide inside.
When the Silvermoon people used their beast souls to fight so fiercely that the world was in chaos, they had nowhere to hide. Even if they covered their heads with their hands and curled up to their smallest size, they still could hardly avoid the damage from the aftershocks of the Silvermoon people who were blinded by rage and disregarded everything.
Without beast souls, the Gray Stone people's bodies are inherently less robust than those of the Silver Moon people who possess beast souls, making injuries almost inevitable.
Some people had their bodies torn apart, others were kicked to the side, coughing up blood while holding their broken ribs...
But that's still considered good; it was just a few isolated incidents. At least the Silvermoon people weren't targeting the Graystone people. Some were unlucky, but most were quite fortunate.
Even those who haven't been injured yet dare not be careless and quickly find a place to hide, fearing that they might be the next unlucky ones.
The situation immediately took a sharp turn for the worse when the Silvermoon people spotted the humans hiding in the crowd.
This man was a servant of a wealthy family, out to do things for his master.
When there are many people, everyone is crowded together, and he, being short in stature, is blocked behind a group of orcs, making him difficult to see.
The Graystone Orcs, now like frightened birds, scattered in all directions. Humans, with their distinct appearances, became easy targets, attracting the attention of the Silvermoon people, who already harbored great hostility towards humans.
They stopped fighting and started targeting the servants.
Even if you manage to hide inside, it won't help.
The dilapidated gray stone door was like cardboard to the berserk orcs of Silvermoon, crumbling at the slightest blow.
Screams mingled with the cracking of bones, then silence fell. The Silvermoon Man who emerged smugly raised his blood-stained hands, showing off something to his companions.
Thanks to the efforts of some knowledgeable individuals, they learned that people from the loess region also existed in the graystone settlements. Moreover, their quality was higher than that of the people who remained in the loess region.
If that's the case, why bother going to the loess soil and going through all that trouble?
People heading to the Loess Plateau encountered similar situations. People kept splitting up along the road, some committing murder, others looking for more.
The humans in the Graystone District are even weaker than the orcs; how could they withstand such insane torment?
The person huddled behind the door was dragged out by the leg, the leg bone was ripped off, and before the shrill scream could even land, the skull was smashed to pieces by the heavy beast's claws, and brain matter mixed with blood instantly stained the sand red.
Two orcs were chasing the same human. One grabbed the man's arm, pulling him back, while the other, seeing it was too late, extended his claws and slashed from the man's back to his waist, tearing flesh apart. Then, the Silvermoon man in front slapped him, and his internal organs tumbled out mixed with blood.
The poor man didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before collapsing into a pool of blood.
Two Silvermoon people stood on his warm corpse, arguing about who had killed him...
The streets were quickly stained red with blood, and corpses lay scattered everywhere, a motley crew.
The orcs of Graystone trembled with fear, cowering in corners or doorways, watching the massacre unfold but daring not to step forward.
The thrill of killing spread like a plague. The Silvermoon people, who had initially only been passing through, completely lost control.
They stormed into the low-lying houses, smashed doors and windows, destroyed anything movable, and even set the houses on fire.
Amidst the thick smoke, countless figures fled, crying out in despair.
Some who had hidden well could not withstand the scorching flames and fled from their hiding places, only to be met with the waiting orc claws and fall to the ground instantly.
"enough!"
A blue energy blast created a charred crater in the ground, bringing the chaotic massacre to a halt.