South, Burning Fortress, headquarters of the Imperial Flame Dragon Legion. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared with the northern legion, which was dilapidated and withered and almost reduced to bandits, the southern legion was undoubtedly much luckier, although it also went through a difficult situation for decades, but the size, equipment, and combat effectiveness of the legion were still nearly half preserved, and it did not rot into a mess of stinking mud like the northern legion that lacked provisions.

But in a sense, this is unfortunate. The aristocratic lords of the Oro Plain can send military expenses, supplies, and soldiers under the auspices of food and clothing, of course, not because the name of the Yanlong Legion is better than that of the Northern Legion, but because the aggressiveness and combat effectiveness of the orcs living in the southern steppes are far from being comparable to those dwarves who only know how to hold ale barrels. If Oroyosta and the nobles of the Great Plains didn't want to see the wolf cavalry at their door one morning, and they didn't want to mingle with their people and be captured as slaves or even food by those vicious green subhumans, they could only do that. In fact, for more than 50 years from the imperial era to the present, there have indeed been no stops of wars on the southern steppe border.

Deep in the fortress, in the long corridor leading to the Legion's Commander's office, the High Priest of the Temple of War was striding along.

Of course, the Southern Legion today is also quite different from the Imperial Era, at least in terms of its attitude towards the gods, it has completely abandoned the old traditions, not only allowing the temple and the church to spread faith in the army, allowing the establishment of temple altars in various strongholds, and even in recent years, it has vigorously supported the God of War Temple to help the God of War expand its priesthood. Of course, this caused all kinds of verbal disputes with other temples, but it was much better than the previous mutual enemies. And the God of War Palace, which has just been built in the Scorching Fortress, is already the largest God of War altar in the entire continent, and it is very likely to gradually evolve into the center of the God of War Temple over time.

This was a great thing for the High Priest who was in charge of this Temple of the God of War. But now there was not the slightest hint of ease on the high priest's face, on the contrary, there was a heavy look of worry, his steps were great and fast, although he was walking, but it was worthy of the full strength of an ordinary person, his tall and muscular body brought out the sound of the wind, this huge aisle wide enough for several golems to charge side by side seemed to be completely occupied by him alone, and even he was almost a walking muscular golem. Unlike the priests of other temples, who are usually old men, he is of course the best warrior in the field of 'fighting', and even the strongest orc warrior has no upper hand in terms of physique and body.

"High Priestess, are you here too?" At the fork in the road in front, a fat man with a sweaty face was waiting there, and he looked at the high priest from a distance and began to greet him. The fat man's luxurious silk clothes didn't have time to be straightened out, and it seemed that he had hurriedly put them on and hurried over. He was followed by a handsome and soft-faced young man, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, which seemed to be a secretary or something, but the high priest could tell at a glance that the young man's clothes had also been hastily put on.

The high priest ignored it indifferently, and walked directly past the fat man without even slowing down his steps. This fat man is the commander of the 'Night Stalk' department, Baron Aria Jr., who is dedicated to intelligence gathering, and has always won the trust and love of the army commander, and not many people in the entire Southern Army like it. Of course, the High Priest didn't like it either, he was sure that the mansion he had just purchased in Oro and the seventeen lovers and thirty-one bastards had all been investigated by this fellow, but compared to the anger he was now, the little disgust he had before was nothing at all. If he could, he even wanted to just grab this fat man and pinch it into meat sauce, it wouldn't be much more difficult than pinching an orange.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, High Priest, ......" Little Baron Aria hurriedly ran to keep up, even if he didn't fall behind his usual exercises, he could barely keep up with the footsteps of the High Priest, and the secretary behind him was much more difficult, and he seemed to be weak under his feet.

"What the hell is going on? The Legion Elder summoned us suddenly, and there was no precedent like this before...... And I heard that he was very angry, what the hell is going on, can you tell me?" the oily sweat on the face of little Baron Aria turned out not to be tired, but to be nervous. A secret agent who has been engaged in intelligence work may be complacent all day long because he has mastered countless secrets and information, thinking that the world has no secrets in his eyes, and then suddenly finds that there is a crisis that he does not understand at all, and the fear can be imagined.

The High Priest, of course, knew why the Legion Commander was angry, because he himself was angry. He had no interest in the fat man's explanation. At this time, the legion commander's study also arrived, and the high priest ignored the guards by the door, pushed the door directly, and threw a sentence to little Aria behind him: "You will know immediately." ”

The study was bright in the light of the illuminated crystal, but the thin old man standing behind the desk had a gloomy face, and the air around him seemed to become a little darker. The tall and thin-looking old man, almost one-third the width and thickness of the High Priest, was the commander of the Flame Dragon Legion, Count George Fledonia Doriadi Amos.

Seeing the High Priest and Little Baron Aria come in, and then the panting Baron's secretary, the gloomy Count of Amos spoke: "Close the door." ”

The little secretary, who was standing unsteadily, hurriedly put down the documents in his hand, turned around and closed the door. The heavy wooden door that could accommodate the golem in and out made a soft click as soon as it closed, and then the magic array inlaid on it automatically operated, blocking all sounds in this room, without the Count's consent, even if the most professional eavesdropping props and high-level exploration arcane arts were used outside, they didn't want to hear any noise inside.

Then the little secretary had just turned around, and he saw Count Amos come to the little Baron Aria in two steps over a distance of more than ten meters, and slapped him on the fat face.

There was a loud crack, and the top commander of the Night Stalker unit was like a rag doll thrown by a child, spun in the air and flew several meters away, and then rolled all the way through the carpet until it hit the wall, and a dozen teeth scurried around the space of the study like broken stones when the rock was smashed, hitting the walls and furniture with a Gragra sound.

The coldness on the face of the regiment commander did not dissipate half a point because of this slap, but a trace of suppressed violence was stimulated from the depths of his eyes, and he raised it casually as if he was looking for something to throw out and smash, but in the end, his hand fell on the head of the little secretary who was stunned next to him. There was a louder but dull 'snap', and the young and handsome little secretary who was just a little weak in his legs exploded into a splash of blood-red juice like a tomato that had been punched.

"What's going on?" the blood-stained Legion Commander was still gloomy and gloomy, but fortunately the violence had dissipated, he squinted at the Night Stalker Commander in the corner of the wall who was trying to stand up, and asked.

Little Baron Aria struggled with all his strength to stand up against the wall. Half of the fat face that was originally fleshy was already swollen like a pig's head smeared with oil, and he didn't care about the dizziness of nausea and vomiting, only a huge panic and fear occupied all his thoughts and feelings, looking at the gaze of the regiment commander, if he hadn't left all the urine in the little secretary's mouth during the fun just now, he would have been incontinent by now.

He's the one who wants to know what's going on. He had never seen the regimental commander so angry, was his embezzlement of military funds known? Or was the last time he secretly sold prisoners of war to slave traders found out? Or was he aware of his thoughts about the heroic and lovely grandson of the regimental commander? But he only thought about it, just thought about it, and did not take any action, and he would not dare to give him another ten thousand dares.

And even if it is these things, Lord Count Amos, who has always been very deep in the city and has no joy and anger, does not seem to be so angry.

"Forget about this crap and don't feel it. The Legion Commander tilted his head and said to the High Priest beside him, "Tony, tell him what happened." ”

"Yes. "Standing beside the Legion Commander, the High Priest is as conspicuous and burly as a bear standing next to an ape. But in the face of the orders of the legion commander, he obeyed as if he had been tamed by the animal tamer for a lifetime. Glancing at the trembling and embarrassed fat man, the high priest was sure that if the embarrassed appearance was seen by the other people in the legion, he didn't know how many people would applaud, but the anger in his heart did not decrease by half a point, and explained to him in a deep voice: "The priests of the main priesthood can feel that a new secondary god is being born rapidly, and the location is in the northwest of the continent, near the Argus Mountain Range. And this speed can't be a slow accumulation of faith by rituals, and the only explanation is that someone used the Eleven-Ring Arcane, the Divine Law of Oroglin. ”

"The entire magic net is vibrating slightly, this is indeed the arcane above the ten rings. For more than fifty years... I hadn't felt anything like it in more than fifty years...... "The thin Count of Amos looked north. Although he is not a clergyman, as a person who has served as a high-ranking member of the Legion since the Imperial Era, his arcane attainments are not much worse than any existing archmage. He looked down at little Baron Aria again, and anger burned slowly in his gloomy eyes. “... In this day and age, it is no longer possible to make an eleven-ring arcane scroll, and even the Age of Empires itself cannot have many of them, perhaps this is the last one in existence...... I told you that any information about this thing is a top priority, but I haven't heard anything until this arcane scroll is activated...... So the intelligence force that I spend millions of dollars a year on is just a bunch of rubbish, or are you spending all your money on those young squires?"

"I... I—" Little Baron Aria trembled like chaff. Of course, he made a lot of money from it, and Count Amos must know it, as a nobleman in the imperial era, the count is certainly not a dead brain who can't rub sand in his eyes, but the bottom line of His Excellency the Legion Commander is also very clear - money can be greedy, but things must be done. And the current situation is not as simple as one or two things messing up, and Baron Aria Jr. is also very aware that this eleven-ring scroll has a vital role for the entire Southern Legion and for Count Amos's plan, and he didn't get any news about this scroll in advance, and it would be light to treat him for a dereliction of duty, even if the legion commander immediately punched him into a pulp like his little lover.

Fortunately, although little Baron Aria is greedy for money, although he likes to train some beautiful and cute young men to play special games, he does not just focus on these things. With so much military spending every year, he controls the intelligence force of the strongest legion in the mainland, and he has indeed put in a lot of effort. The information about the Northwest went through in my mind at a rapid pace, and under the tremendous pressure, the speed of my thinking increased tenfold and hundredfold as usual, and I actually thought of the words in just a few breaths: "This... There's definitely something wrong with that...... Earl, please think about it, this is the territory of the Northern Legion, and it is absolutely very abnormal that such an arcane prop, which may be the only remaining arcane prop on the mainland, has been used there quietly! Those muddy troops who can't receive hundreds of thousands of augins for a whole year, and need to rely on selling equipment and materials to rob villages and blackmail nobles to make a living, will they allow an arcane prop worth at least millions of augins to float in front of them?"

"It is impossible for the Divine Law to be used separately from the Church and the necessary rituals, and to want to play it under the noses of the Northern Legion and the Temple Churches on the West Coast is definitely not something that ordinary churches can do...... Recently, there has been only one Avengers Church on the West Coast, which is dominated by Westerners and worships the god of vengeance, operating in private. What can a bunch of Westerners do? In the eyes of most people, they are just a bunch of cautious businessmen, weak and deceitful unbelievers and cowards, and fat sheep who can cut meat and shear their feats at any time in the eyes of the Northern Legion! How could they get their hands on such precious arcane props? It is impossible for them to excavate the relics of the arcane, they may have money, but how can this thing be bought with money? There must be a conspiracy behind this! There are some people with superb means and clever calculations who are manipulating behind the scenes! This matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface!

Count Amos's eyes narrowed. Although his expression was still as cold as ever, the irrepressible anger and murderous aura slowly dissipated. He didn't feel the strangeness of this, but he didn't think much about it in his great anger and disappointment, and he wasn't interested in learning about that place on the West Coast, and now he heard Baron Aria Jr.'s words and slowly noticed other aspects

"What's the use of talking about that now. The high priest snorted. In fact, the most disappointed and angry thing is that if the God of War Temple can get this scroll, he can completely stabilize the currently relatively weak God of Fighting God Domain, and he can also try to expand the realm of the priesthood from simple 'battle' to a further 'war', which is also the reason why the Yanlong Legion has been vigorously supporting the God of War Temple. And once this attempt is successful, the God of War Temple will directly become the most powerful sect in the Church of the Lesser Gods, and those doubts that say that they have taken the wrong path will immediately disappear.

But now it's all a little distant. The Legion Commander was right, it was unlikely that many of these arcane scrolls, which could only be made during the Imperial Age at the peak of arcane civilization, had survived, and if they had hoped before, it had become rather slim now.

"Huh?" At this moment, the high priest was startled and looked up.

"What's wrong?" Count Amos frowned. He didn't feel anything unusual, and this was the central core area of the Scorching Fortress, the most powerful military fortress on the entire continent, and it was unlikely that anything could sneak into this place secretly.

"There's... Something wasn't quite right......." The look of astonishment on the High Priest's face grew wider, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened wider and wider, not even noticing the drooling from his proud golden beard. He stared to the north, as if he wanted to look through the layers of protected iron fortress, a profound wave that only a clergyman could feel was rising in that distant place.

Poof, as strong as a muscular golem, as if the high priest who could carry a mountain at any time suddenly knelt down.

Northwest Frontier, Ash Valley Township.

The fire rose, the ground was bloody, and then there was a deathly silence.

It's not that there is no one, but everyone is so quiet that they forget everything but breathing. Because they are witnessing the birth of a deity.

The mask on the face of the Vengeance High Priest had shattered, revealing a fleshy, rugged and hideous face underneath, and now this face was full of solemnity and sacredness, looking intently at the churning and tangled light and shadow in the void above in mid-air, which was the breath that rose up after the mask was shattered on his face. The vast beliefs, entangled causes and effects, and laws that were once frozen in that mask have been freed from the constraints of material entities and have begun to evolve towards a higher level and deeper existence.

The light and shadow suddenly turned to the picture of the previous revenge cultists cutting off the heads of their enemies, more of a blurred number of figures killing, fighting, coming and going in an instant, but the evolving category of light and shadow is basically a mask magnified a hundredfold, every change of light and shadow in each picture brings out a poignant, violent, angry atmosphere, and this breath is becoming weaker and weaker, or more and more sublimated from the fluctuations that are easy to be manifested into the deep laws of collusion and self-contained system order, and begin to connect with the origin of the world.

Even the sluggishest, already drunk dwarven warriors could not make the slightest noise, and all could feel a deepest throbbing in their souls, and the world around them was pregnant with a subtle, but radical change.

Except for the two people, only two people were still whispering in extremely low voices. Their voices were so low that they were on the edge of the distance, and no one else noticed even in the silence.

"You have to be careful, if anything changes, it should be about the time for a long time. We are not clergy, and our senses in this regard are far less acute than theirs. So you have to be careful. "Sir Adari was the only one who was still calm, having lived through the war of fifty years ago, and was nearing the end of his life, and there was little more to make him excited. "As soon as you get the chance, you grab that Westerner and leave. They shouldn't have time to pay attention to you. ”

“...... Good. Stephanie took out a bottle of alchemy that boosted her spirit and drank it, the bitter taste went straight to her head, and she recovered her depleted mental power a little. The essence of spiritual power involves the soul level, and no matter how clever the potion is, it is only activated for a short time, and the side effects are not small, and she will never use it in ordinary times. But this is clearly not the usual time.

If she could, she really wanted to spend the whole day slowly reliving the feeling of activating the eleven-ring arcane scroll just now. The almost innumerable arcane circuits seemed to be constructing a new world of its own system and cycle, with indescribable beauty, transformed into a long river of arcane equations, extending from the superficial and outermost ring of the magic web to the deepest depths that her perception had not yet reached, connecting the fetal movements of the entire world.

She had imagined countless times what the legendary arcane arts created at the peak of the arcane civilization would look like, whether they were so complicated that they required hundreds of archmages to build circuits together, so large that they cost tons of gems and hedrons to consume, until she actually came into contact with them, and she realized that it was not just simply large, complex, but also breathtakingly beautiful. With her current level of arcane knowledge and perception, the eleventh ring arcane is too profound, even if she releases it herself, she can't talk about how much she can learn from it, but just tasting the unspeakable beauty of this arcane art, she feels that it is an irreplaceable enjoyment, and she is still addicted to it, and the bitter alchemy potion not only replenishes her mental power, but also pulls her attention back.

The scrolls are perfectly crafted, and the auxiliary arcane that the two vice-guilds attach to the outer layer of the eleventh ring arcane scroll is no less than a few seven-ring spells stacked together, which can fully guarantee that this legendary arcane that originally required several archmages to work together to open can now be used by an ordinary high-level mage. Stephanie was sure that even if she didn't make a move, the Westerner mage would probably be able to do it. This made her admire the two vice presidents again, but also a little worried about the next action.

Stephanie's eyes looked at the strange Westerner mage at the feet of the High Priest in the distance. This person must be brought back. Originally, according to the agreement with the high priestess, she could take him away at any time as long as the ritual was successfully completed. Purely from the point of view of the agreement, Stephanie is not worried that these Westerners will dare to break the agreement, even if they really have a newly born secondary god to support them, they have not yet had the courage to tear their faces with the revival meeting.

Stephanie's fear is that what will happen next will be beyond everyone's expectations, and even more than she can grasp. She didn't know the specifics of the West Coast A2 project, which was directly planned by the two vice-presidents and commissioned by Sir Adari, and even the old sir didn't know the changes and consequences that this plan would cause. Her appearance here with Old Sir was purely accidental. However, Stephanie knew very well that the two vice presidents had spent so much effort to transform and waste such a precious arcane scroll, and it was never really just to sell it for millions of dollars.

"It's coming. This is ......" The old knight's eyes suddenly flashed in his muddy and stiff, almost dead thing. (To be continued.) )