"I understand, and Your Majesty must understand, I understand. The Marquis's words sounded awkward. But the tone and voice are also very serious and cautious. The meaning of this is very clear. Especially if both parties know it. The current situation is indeed different, the successive deaths of Esquil and the Tammik knights mean that there are not many people around the Pope who can use them, and the hilt of the Dark Star has been born again. At this time, calculating and suspicious of each other is just a waste of time and energy. The Pope's meaning of saying such a thing in such a separate conversation is already very clear. For people like everyone who are scheming and deep, what kind of covenant and affection negotiation is nonsense. It can attract everyone to come together. The only thing is a common goal.

"Good. It's good that you understand. The Pope smiled and nodded. In this case, there is no longer a question of trust or distrust, and the relationship between us for the common goal and the common interest is always the most solid. Now that the other side has already taken a stand, the Pope can be sure that this is already a reliable ally. "You have no ambition for power. I, on the other hand, have become paralyzed by power..... Or rather, I've got a good grasp of power. From His Majesty Deken, I know that a person's ambition must not be too big, otherwise he can only be swallowed by himself in the end. The Pope touched the arm of his large chair and smiled. "So I'm happy with where I'm now. ”

"Your Majesty is a saint and knows the way to advance and retreat. The Marquis bowed. Sometimes it's not hard to get to a high position, but it's hard to know where to stop. There are many examples of constantly climbing and finally falling to pieces. And never less.

"I also knew Archibad's prophecy, and I didn't pay much attention to it at first. However, the establishment of Oufu and the recent series of events have puzzled me a little. But no matter what happens, at least I'm not going to change the world. The Pope was still sitting in that chair, and his expression did not change. But the voice was no longer that calm and faint. His vision is not sharp but dignified and majestic, not as good as the mountains and the sea, and he is the most powerful old man in the mainland. "It doesn't matter if it's the orc city-state or the legendary Necromantic King. Don't even try to change this continent out of my hands. It's not just my will. It is also the will of countless believers on this continent. ”

"Now, we might as well have a good conversation. I know you must know a lot of things that I don't know, and maybe more things than I can do. And these things may not be of much use when you have them in your hands. But let's discuss it. But it's not without the possibility of exploiting it......"

"Thanks to Your Majesty's love, I must know everything. The Marquis nodded, without the slightest hesitation. It was impossible for anyone outside the Pope's study to overhear any conversation, but it was not difficult for the Pope to know that he had summoned the new Cardinal Inham into his study and had been secretly discussing it for an afternoon. So a day later, the news was already in the hands of Cedros.

The message was still sent from domesticated dragon flies. This method of sending is already the speed limit in addition to teleportation magic. After reading the letter from Celeste in the city lord's hall, Cedros tied a knot on his brows, and after a long silence, he found a scorpion lizardman herald and said, "Tell Lord Porugan that the capture of domesticated cattle should be put in the first place, and the rest can be slowed down." Kindness..... Also, let Lord Porugan temporarily take over the position of the lord of the city. I'm going to go out. ”

The depths of the Scorpion Swamp are no longer as savage and calm as they once were. An avenue plunged from the edge of the wild highlands into the depths of the swamp, and the outermost swamp had been transformed into fertile land. Large swaths of crops grow here. Except for the combined power of the Ofudi Lizardmen and the other orcs, no one else could do such a difficult and vast task in a treacherous place that was otherwise a forbidden area. Not only can the plants adapt to the soil of the swamp, but they also grow so fast that they can produce large berries and tubers in almost a month.

And these pieces and berries were not for the orcs, who were now food on the highlands. Everything here is for the breeding of brute cattle. The Wyvern had already lost almost as much as it had lost in the last battle with the Church Alliance. It seems unlikely that it will be replenished in a short period of time, so the focus of domestication has now been on the capture and domestication of wild cattle.

The road is almost reaching the deepest part of the swamp, where the trees are getting denser, the miasma in the swamp is getting heavier, and the environment is getting worse and harsher. If it weren't for the Lizardmen of Oufu, there would have been a swamp Lizard that had lived here in the first place, and no matter how much manpower and material resources there were, it would have been impossible to penetrate so far.

"My lord, they say that this is already the limit, and if you go any deeper, you may invade the territory of the swamp god. The orc lieutenant listened carefully to the words of the leader of the lizardmen, and then translated them to Lord Porugan.

Lord Porugan nodded disapprovingly at the massive head, the hair on his head still messing up like a forest, and it looked worse than the orcs next to him.

"Ah, I guess it's the legendary Hydra, but personally, I'd love to see the monsters that only exist in this illustrated book....."

The orc lieutenant waved his arms anxiously, his ugly face condensed green. "My lord, that's the legendary god of the Lizards, don't mess around. ”

"Alright, okay, I don't know. The book says that this is as difficult to deal with as the Beamon Behemoth, so I don't have time to provoke it. Lord Porugan waved his hand impatiently, and then hesitated a little. "But if you can steal a few Hydra eggs to hatch like those two little Beamons, it must be a great combat power when you grow up....."

There was a boom. Over there, the body of a huge bull fell to the ground, splashing with sludge and sewage. The ogre's huge axe slashed between his head and neck, and even the dwarven axe and the ogre's great strength could not decapitate the brute bull in one fell swoop. The countless other scars on the bull's body were the main cause of his fall.

"There's also the oldest brute bull, everyone be careful..... "Before the roar of an ogre warrior could finish, he was knocked out by this old brute who had entered madness. The ogre, who is already a mountain of meat compared to humans, does not have the slightest advantage in size in front of this monster, and yesterday a werewolf was already half of his ribs shattered, and then burned beyond recognition by the corrosive gas spewing from the mouth of the brute bull.

An ogre warrior on the side let out a loud cry and rushed up and hugged the neck of the old brute bull whose scales had become pitch-black. But the two huge eyes of this brute bull, which were also pitch black, lit up, and a faint black magic faintly emanated from the eyes and swept over the ogre's body, and the ogre, who was so energetic that it was about to explode, suddenly convulsed, and then fell down softly as if Ichipo had been emptied of his pocket.

"Damn, it's actually a brute bull king, kill it quickly, I told you to be careful. Master Porugan roared. An oddly dressed ogre roared. He was holding something like a large staff, and as he finished roaring in the ogre's unique language, several werewolves and ogres flashed with red magical light. Magic is not just the prerogative of highly intelligent races such as humans, and the bloodthirsty magic used by these ogre wizards is not weaker than that of high-level magicians.

A burst of magic spells came out of the mouth of a werewolf, and a thunderbolt of ice struck the head of the bull, and the huge bull's head was instantly condensed with a large cloud of ice, and then the werewolf rushed forward with a long knife of strange material in his hand, and the long knife pierced through the ribs of the bull, and hot blood spurted out, this is a weapon made of the fingernails of the Beamon beast, and there are magic inscriptions engraved on it, which can break through the scale armor of these beasts more than the axe of the ogre. The hot blood spurted out of Tongjin with a scorching smell, the smell of the fire magic attached to the knife burning the internal organs.

The brute let out a wail that had been sealed by ice. Before he had time to struggle, the weapons of the remaining ogres and werewolves had already fallen on his body, blood and scale armor flying wildly, and under these few orcs like chopping trees and wood, no matter how thick the scale armor of the brute bull was, no matter how strong its vitality was, it fell to the ground suddenly.

The most combat-ready adult bulls had already been killed, and the rest were all caught with injuries of varying severity, and several juvenile bulls and female bulls were immediately driven and captured by the orcs. The capture of wild cattle is in this kind of tough way, and only by killing the strongest wild cattle can it be possible to impress the wild cattle they made. Even with the fighting power and efficiency of the orcs, this kind of work often involves casualties.

The ogre, swept by the magic in the eyes of the Bull King, was dead. The death gaze of this rare monster was issued as soon as one

Even a two-legged wyvern will be killed on the spot. Several of the surrounding ogres wailed and carried away the corpses of their companions.