This is a magnificent hall, standing on the Guangming Mountain, the top of the temple complex! On the circular dome is the intricate and gorgeous patterns drawn and carved by the best craftsmen in the mainland, telling the great exploits of the gods in the creation of the world. If someone is careful to observe, it may develop in these carved patterns, hiding layers of magic patterns. If it is under the starry sky at night, accompanied by starlight and moonlight, the magic circle will emit bursts of rhythm, making the entire dome transform into a real night sky like stars, which is shocking!

This is the most magnificent hall on the Bright Mountain, and it is naturally inhabited by the crown of Pope Marchus. At this time, the priests who served the Pope were standing outside the main hall, and none of them entered it. Inside the main hall, Pope Magus sat on a throne made of gold, his face expressionless, staring at a man standing in front of him.

The man was wrapped in a black cloak, and his face could not be seen, but the two sharp eyes that could be seen from the inside of the cloak could tell that this person was not simple. The two of them seemed to be arguing over something, and they were at a stalemate with each other for a long time.

"It is very difficult for me to do something that I have to do, Your Majesty, and that you do not want to fulfill some of my small requests. I still insist on what I ask...... If you don't agree to my terms, there will be no miracles. The masked man said lightly, very calmly, as if he decided that the Pope would not disagree.

"Laponmore, aren't you ashamed to bargain for humble gain as an oracle?" said Pope Magus coldly, his face unusually pale. It is clear that the devastation suffered is far from healing.

"Margus, don't put on your hypocritical face in front of me. The God of Light has chosen you as the Pope, and I have been appointed as the so-called oracle. Although it sounds like I'm more revered than you. But everybody knows that I have to pay a lot more than you do. The masked man Lapon Moore sneered: "For the first time, the haunted old Hebrewonian wolf Abraham died, and we know that his breath has completely dissipated. The reason why such a great enemy was finally annihilated was because I borrowed the power of the gods and inflicted heavy damage on it, making it difficult for it to recover. ”

"The second time, the king of giants in the eastern heath hills, Deidalot, died in an unknown manner. That's because I used the power of the gods to sneak up and hit hard. The third time, you traveled to the mainland and did not return, and the three dragons sneaked into the Bright Mountain. I almost broke through the [Bavarian Valley] Heavenly Dome Protection Circle, but I borrowed the power of the gods and killed them all, preserving the core power of the Holy See. ”

"Your power is yours. And my power is borrowed from the power of the gods. Although it sounds like I want to be much more powerful, much more glorious. But who knew that I was at the cost of my life? To the gods, I was just a tool that could be replaced when I was broken, and none of you really cared about my feelings. So don't use that set of hypocritical words against me! I don't have much life force anymore, and maybe if I borrow the power of the gods again, I will run out of oil and die. And I still have my own people and relatives in my hometown, and they want me to pay with my life. Then you have to show enough sincerity. ”

With a gloomy face, Magus glared at Lapon Moore in front of him. But all he saw in the oracle's eyes was that he didn't care. Yes, what is there to fear about a person who is about to die? It is human nature to desperately seize any opportunity to fight for the benefits of his relatives and clansmen.

"Laponmore, I can give your family 100,000 gold coins, and a large area of fertile land, enough for them to squander. As for the kingdom you want...... Hmph, no way. "Pope Magus was angry because he felt that Lapon Moore was unbelievable. He actually wants to fight for his people to rule a kingdom. Just kidding, a tool that is just thrown away when it's used up is not worth the effort at all.

"My conditions are there, you can do it. If you don't agree, then don't let me deal with the orcs!" the god made Lapon Moore laugh firmly, and said leisurely: "Oh, I heard that the orcs have produced two great heroes, called Baroque and Caius, right? It was heard that Evangeline's army was nearly completely wiped out, and that Adriadus had seized the lands of five provinces. Plus the dragons to the south are an even greater threat...... Tsk, at times like these, it is very necessary for the venerable Pope to stand up and calm the restless emotions. However, the great Margus was badly wounded by an old orc, and it seemed that he was very badly wounded, and it was far from a complete recovery in a year or two. Oh, what can I do?"

The strange words of the divine envoy made the Pope unable to suppress his anger several times, but the injuries on his body were very serious, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth under the influence. Swallow hard, silently. After being silent for a long time, he had to agree to the conditions of the divine envoy Labonmore: "I promise you that I will give your family a kingdom." But you have to remember that Lapon Moore, the baroque of the orcs must die. If you can't, your family won't get anything, and I'll take everything they already have. ”

"This is my problem, and I don't need you to worry about it. Swear in the name of the god of light, Margus...... I have a slight concern about your credibility. Lapon Moore insisted that he must put the shackles on Margus. Otherwise, if you kill the orc Baroque yourself, and die of exhaustion of life force. If the Pope suddenly repents, there will be no place to cry!

With a gloomy face, Magus swore an oath in the name of the god of light, and Lapon Moore was satisfied. Stay no longer, turn and leave. He can only complete this mission, and then he will die, so naturally he has to fight for the interests of the family.

Not long after the envoy left, the acolyte, who was waiting outside the main hall, walked in, and the Pope's confidant, Father Meinwalling, who was in the highest position, stepped forward and bowed: "Your Majesty, wait for your orders." ”

"Pick the right five people to enter the Oracle's Altar today. Margus said. Lapon Moore goes to kill the orc Baroque this time, and he will also run out of strength and die. It's time to prepare for the next descent ceremony. Fortunately, the so-called oracles are consumables, and if they were all as insatiable and disgusting as Lapon Moore, Malgus would be.

"Do as you command, Your Majesty. Main-Walling replied respectfully, and left. Magus continued to instruct the other priests, and after a busy time, everyone left, and the Temple Paladins closed the main hall again and guarded it outside. Margus dragged his wounded body and reverently crouched on the altar of light in the center of the hall, and began the long process of repair! ―――――― in any case, he didn't expect that the damn old orc Radaman actually had a trace of divinity in his power, although it was extremely weak, but it was not something that Margus could fight. In addition, he was careless and underestimated the enemy, and his injuries were even more serious. If it weren't for the protection of the artifact on his body, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to escape back to Guangming Mountain alive.

Fortunately, the old orc has exhausted all his strength, and he has run out of oil and lamps, and he will not live long. But the two young orcs Baroque and Caius, who had risen suddenly, had to make Magus pay attention. Most of the power of the Holy See is contained by the dragon clan and the giant clan who are about to move, and they can't spare much strength to deal with the beast clan for the time being. The only way to do this is to decapitate the orc leader and plunge them back into chaos. After buying time, I am going to deal with it slowly.

Lapon Moore can only use his divine power once, and he needs to choose between Baroque and Caius. Without any hesitation, the Pope chose the Baroque. The reason is simple...... Being able to kill nine blackfriars in the Holy See Inquisition in one battle, such a young man, his strength is so strong that he has to be guarded, it is better to eradicate it as soon as possible.

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Unaware of the approaching mortal threat, Baroque was taking the woman and child to meet the High Priest of Radaman. It was still an ordinary rock-walled cave, and the old orc did not come out, but waited in the cave with a smile.

The last time Baroque saw Radamaman, he almost thought he was mistaken! The last time he saw Radman, the old orc had a wrinkled face, thin and short, as if a gust of wind could blow it away. But at this moment he actually became much taller, his body was strong, and his muscles were as solid as a strong man. His complexion was complete, and he didn't look like he was going to die at all.

Radamane didn't explain anything, but smiled and said, "Ah, our hero is here and brings his children. Great, let me see it, old fellow. Hilda hurriedly handed the eldest in her hand to the high priest, Celine was a little restrained, but Baroque shook her hand, gave her some courage, and walked over with the second child in her arms.

"Oh, what a cute elf! Although they have the appearance of human beings, there is no doubt that they are Baroque blood. The high priest was holding a child in one arm, and at first he was surprised by the black hair and eyes of the two children. But that's all, he didn't feel any so-called evil aura. On the contrary, through the mysterious power of the high priest, you can feel the blood relationship with the Baroque from the two children. It is undoubtedly the child of the Baroque.

"High Priestess, my children don't have names yet, and I hope you will give them this honor and give them a name!" Baroque said suddenly, but the old orc was not surprised in the slightest. Because from the time Baroque came with the child in his arms, he expected this.

Nodding without hesitation: "Ha, I want to thank you for giving me this honor, Baroque, these two children will be the most outstanding people." Since you don't mind, then I'll give them a name. ”

The old orc groaned slightly, and then spoke: "The eldest is called Norero, and the second is called Nuel! In the name of the spirit of the sky, the great totem, the spokesman of the ancestors on land, and the white-robed high priest, I bless you......" The old orc gently kissed the foreheads of the two children, and a little gentle light emanated on the foreheads of the babies, and then merged into it! This is exactly what Baroque asked for, the blessing of life from the white-robed high priest! )