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Chapter 3 Breaking Attack: "The stupid orcs were originally the lowest rank among the servants of the Lord God of Darkness in this plane. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As for the little things that believe in darkness, such as goblins and underground gnomes, they can't be considered servants of the Lord God at all. The orcs of the western part of the continent still abide by the tenets of the Lord God, but these orcs in the Central Mountains have turned their backs on the faith of the Lord God of Darkness, and judging from your report, they even want the world to admit their ridiculous wisdom. ”

Feuerbach's deep voice echoed in the study, and the slightly sarcastic cold tone seemed to make the temperature of the study drop a little. But Rogge was relieved. He knew that the orcs could have been classified into the chaos or dark camps, and he was worried that the orcs had something to do with the dark god that the emperor believed in. Now it seems that the vast nascent orc empire of the Central Mountains has been broken out of the dark camp.

Out of the darkness, could it be that the orcs want to find the light?

"Your Majesty, judging from the rescued elves, the orcs must be holding a major ceremony in the orc hall. I think it's time to teach these dirty and stupid guys a lesson. What's more, there are still tens of thousands of elves in the hands of orcs. These elves could have served the Empire as well. ”

The Emperor pondered for a moment, and finally said, "It will take two months to open the passage to the south, and there is plenty of time. You can do the orc thing, and tell Sara Winge directly what you need. ”

Rogge hesitated, then stopped.

Feuerbach said, "If you have something to say, just say it." The Lord of Darkness is forgiving. ”

Rogge thought for a moment, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, does the Lord God have any oracles for our actions this time? The sudden rise of such a huge orc empire in the Central Mountain Range will never be for no reason, I think there must be a fairly large force behind the orcs, and it is not impossible to even have a god standing behind them." I tried my best to find out the location of the Beast God Temple, but I am afraid that there are still some powerful beings hidden in the Beast God Temple. During this time, theologians in the church had searched all the texts they could find, but none of them could tell us exactly what kind of god the beast god was. So just in case, I wonder if the Lord of Darkness can give me more guidance. ”

Feuerbach closed the book in his hand, stood up, and walked over to the map of the Reich hanging on the wall. Despite the indescribable darkness hidden in his body, his right leg was still lame, and the marks of war had not been erased by his dark powers.

The Emperor pointed to a grassland west of Yanjing and said, "We believe in gods, but we should not rely on them. You see, the empire originated from a small tribe in this grassland, and for hundreds of years, successive emperors have expanded a small tribe to today's great empire, without resorting to the power of the dark lord god at all, although each generation of kings is the most faithful believer in the lord god. Faith brings us nothing but faith and courage! So if you want to do it, let it go. Asking the gods for prophecy at the end of the day will not only not help you, but may also affect your own beliefs. You must know that any prophecy can only see part of the destiny until the final moment comes, in fact, no one can know what the real destiny is. ”

Feuerbach walked up to Rogge, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "God is not omnipotent. You can do this well!"

After coming out of the Emperor's study, Rogge was led by the waiter to a side hall and waited for the old steward. The fat man was thinking about how to ask Sarawinger for help, and when the door opened, the old steward had already walked in silently.

Rogge stood up and looked at the boss with a look of surprise on his face.

Today's boss is dressed differently than in the past, he has changed into a short robe that is convenient for movement, his rickety back is straighter, and he looks much more energetic than before. But that's the difference between being lifeless and being slightly angry.

Rogge's gaze fell on a dilapidated suitcase in the old steward's hand, and asked respectfully, "Lord Steward, Your Majesty said that you would arrange some manpower and equipment for me......

Sara Wenge said slowly: "The empire is now fighting everywhere, and there are not enough people! I really can't send anyone to you......"

"Then the equipment is .......," Rogge looked respectful.

"Nope. ”

"But......" Rogge didn't expect the old steward to refuse so neatly, and he was a little unwilling, his eyes staring at the suitcase in Sarawenger's hand. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sense any magic in this box.

The old manager still said undeadly: "This is not a trivial matter, since Your Majesty asked me to assist you, I can rest assured that others will not be able to do it, so I have to run by myself." ”

"You're saying you're going to attend in person?"

Rogge didn't believe his ears and asked. But then his face turned happy, rubbed his hands excitedly, and said: "What should I say about this .......! I really didn't expect it, I didn't think of it! Hehe, haha!"

Seeing Rogge so gaffe, the old manager's deadwood-like face couldn't help but smile slightly. Whether it's true or not, this sycophant is still very useful.

"Lord Rogge, I'm ready, let's go. ”

Rogge hurriedly said, "Okay, Lord Steward, please come with me, we are going to leave from the Grand Temple of the Holy Church tonight." ”

Miro was a man of many talents, and he was a master of architectural design. However, born in the Demon Race, his understanding of design, decoration, and materials is very different from that of humans. He was the author of the Holy Church's temporary Grand Temple in Ludangang, and in many places it is wonderful, while others are extremely eerie. Among the many structures, Miro used an extremely fast-growing creature from the Demon Realm to replace the brick and stone civil structures commonly used by the Terrans.

In this respect, elves and demons have something in common, but elves use plants, and demons use demonic beasts.

Rogge and the old manager took a carriage and entered the back of the main temple directly from the side, and the whole car passed through the two magic arrays before stopping. Their journey may seem smooth, but it is actually not an easy one. If the entire rear of the Great Temple is seen as a huge demonic beast, then the entrance to the carriage is the large mouth of the demonic beast.

Rogge respectfully led Saravinge through the room into a lavishly decorated hall. There are four or five sets of sofas in the hall, which are extremely luxurious and comfortable, and all the powerhouses on Rogge's side have gathered here at this time. As soon as Rogge and Sarawenger entered, all eyes were on them.

Looking at the strong people in the room, Rogge couldn't help but be secretly proud. At this moment, the strength of everyone in the room is so strong that they have already caught up with the time when Feng Yue led many strong people to come in front of him!

Even if he still has a few people who will be at his mercy after tonight, being able to gather so many strong people together at this moment is enough to show Rogge's methods. However, the fat man intentionally or unintentionally ignored one point, that is, if there was no Fengyue behind him, no matter how high his means were, how many people would be willing to obey him?

Rogge was secretly intoxicated. In recent years, the strength of the fat man has increased greatly, and the scheming city government has become deeper and deeper. But vanity is common to everyone, and Rogge, a layman in his bones, is certainly no exception. It's just that he is now powerful, and there are really not many things that can make him vain.

The fat man had not yet left the pleasure of vanity, when he suddenly saw that Hughes's smile was a little unnatural, and he did not seem to move, but in fact his body was moving quietly, as if he wanted to exit the hall.

At this moment, Sara Winger spoke, "I didn't expect to meet here!What should I call you now, respected Elven Elder?"

Xiusi, who has always been calm, suddenly looked a little embarrassed and helpless at this moment, and said with a wry smile: "It turned out to be the manager of Sarawinger, I haven't seen you for a long time, and time flies really fast! ”

Saravinger stared at Hughes with cloudy eyes, and said slowly, "It's been a hundred years since we last met, and it's been a long time. Elves with long lives are enviable, and now you don't look much older than you did a hundred years ago, and I've become an old man who can't walk fast. It turns out that the king of the dark world a hundred years ago, the elven killer who once pierced the dragon with an arrow is now called Xiusi, very good, very good. ”

At this moment, the eyes of all the strong people in the room fell on Xiusi again.

Under this gaze that seemed to be penetrating through the golden stone, Xius could only smile bitterly and said, "Lord Sarawinger, I think you must have misremembered. I did enter the Imperial Palace a few times back then, and I also took two things......"

"Four things. "Sarawinger is eerie.

"No, there are only three things!" Xiusi didn't give in this time, and insisted: "And whether it was then or now, my strength has never been able to enter the Holy Realm, even if I have the bow of the Elven King in my hand, I will never be able to shoot the dragon clan with one arrow." ”

The wrinkles on Sarawinger's face seemed to be bubbling with a faint black gas, and his voice became even colder: "You're right, it's not an ordinary dragon clan, it's not an ordinary dragon, it's a thousand-year-old dark dragon guarding the Imperial Palace! There is only one arrow, and one arrow pierces the dragon's skull!"

"That can't be me!" denied Hughes.

"Alright!" Sara Winge surprisingly didn't insist, but he immediately smiled and said, "Respected Elven Elder, your current name is Xiusi, I heard you right, right?" It's been a hundred years, and I didn't expect that when I was about to die, I finally knew the true name of the King of the Dark World. I heard that you were ...... in the Chichinaak Mountains back then."

Compared with the elegant and dashing smile of Hughes, Sarawinger's old face was like dead wood in winter, and his smile was a bit miserable, but the lethality of his words was obviously extraordinary.

Xius immediately stopped him and said with a wry smile: "Lord Steward, now is not the time to catch up. In this way, the three things I took from the Imperial Palace back then, except for the dragon slaying spear, which has been destroyed, the other two are still there. When tonight's business is done, I'll go get it and return it to you. ”

Saravinge let out a long sigh and said slowly, "Since you can snatch them from my guard, then these things should belong to you. The empire is strong, and there is no shortage of these artifacts. It's just that time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed......"

Just then, Eiffel pushed the door open. She may have happened to hear Sara Wenger's last words, and immediately said: "It's time to leave, don't be busy catching up on the old days, you guys go and go back quickly!"

As if sensing something, Saravinge turned her head and glared at Eiffel. As soon as she made eye contact with the old manager, Eiffel's whole body immediately trembled, her face instantly turned bloody, and she involuntarily took a few steps back.

A tall figure suddenly appeared behind Effie, and he took two steps forward, blocking Effie behind him, blocking Sara Winger's gaze with his own body. There was a faint glass-like halo on this person's face, and he was not angry but arrogant, it was Konstantin.

Saravinge and Konstantin looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly a small but intense electric light lit up between them! The lightning flashed away, and their faces were calm, as if nothing had happened.

Sara Wenge suddenly chuckled twice and said, "It's really worth it for me to come this time! I didn't expect to see a light ** master who believes in the supreme god here." With your mana, you must have a high position in the Church of Light, at least a cardinal. It's just that this place is really dangerous for the people of the Church of Light!"

At this time, Miro, who was leaning on the sofa, also laughed maliciously.

Konstantin's gaze swept over the people in the hall one by one, his face became more and more solemn, and the divine power condensed in his body was constantly increasing. Under the intense light of the holy light in his body, his skin began to become transparent.

Seeing that the situation was a little strange, Rogge laughed, then strode forward and said, "It's not too early, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it after tonight! The orcs in front of us are our common enemies, and if we solve them, we will have time to learn martial arts and test magic!"

Although Rogge didn't say it explicitly, most people in the hall suddenly remembered that the person waiting on the other end of the magic circle was never very patient, and it was quite difficult to mess with.

Finally, all the powerhouses came together and entered the teleportation magic array located next door.

The vast night enveloped the entire central mountain range, and tonight's night was like water, unconsciously seeping into the temple of the beast god that stood high on the top of Beamon Peak.

Peaks of Beamon are towering into the sky, resembling the ancient beast Beamon in orc legends who can survive thousands of years, hence the name. The Beast God Temple, which worships the beast god, was also built here. At the foot of Beamon's Peak, the capital of the Orc Empire is built on the peak. From the orc's point of view, this city is already extremely prosperous, spectacular and grand, and there are more than half a million orcs of all races living in the city. If you count all kinds of large and small war beasts that are used as mounts or other purposes, it has already exceeded one million.

Everything in the Orc Capital seems so well organized that it's hard to imagine that this would be a gathering place for orcs known for their chaos and bloodthirstiness.

The orc architecture, though rough, is tall and sturdy. The Temple of the Beast God perched atop Beamon Peak illustrates this point. It occupies almost the entire summit of Bimon Peak, and the highest main hall is more than fifty meters high. In terms of scale alone, it is more of a gigantic castle than a temple.

On the top floor of the main hall is a huge altar, which is the main color of the perennial flame on the altar, unlike the warm and bright light of the torches on the four walls.

Kneeling in front of the altar was a figure dressed in a heavy sacrificial robe. He wears a strangely shaped crown and his sacrificial robes adorned with feathers, skulls, gems, and magic crystals. He stretched out his hands forward, and two pale blue flames extended from his palms, and they were cast into the blue flames of the altar.

Behind him stood more than a dozen orcs of various races. The equipment worn by these orcs is rare magical equipment, and they all exude a powerful aura with different characteristics. If these orcs appear in the Terran nation, perhaps the most surprising thing is the sparkle of wisdom in their eyes.

There was silence in the sacrificial hall, and many orcs stood in place with bated breath, lest their snorts be too heavy and disturb the high priest who was meditating.

As time passed, the light of the torch in the sacrificial hall became weaker and weaker, and the hall gradually became darker, as if the night had seeped into the temple, but the orcs who were attentive did not notice this.

The High Priest let out a roar that was close to hoarseness, and the flame in his hand jumped several times before being extinguished. He straightened up, thought for a moment, and finally turned around slowly. A particularly tall centaur took a step forward and asked uneasily, "What do you see, wise High Priest of Augenheller? Has the beast god sent us an oracle?How should we explain the sudden rise of blood and black clouds in the pool of prophecy?"

A troll on one side also said, "High Priest, this ominous sign has been circulating among the clansmen, and the headhunters of several tribes have already become agitated. ”

The High Priestess Augenheller did not look like a normal orc, he was much thinner, and there was a rare elven shadow on his face. His eyebrows and mane had turned gray, and large drops of sweat were running down the wrinkles on his face.

The High Priest took the staff beside him with his withered hand, looked around at the orc leaders of the various clans in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Since the prophecy pool was polluted by blood and black mist, it took me seven days and all my strength to see a little bit of the future. But the picture I saw was too cluttered to see a single sign in it! According to the Code of the Beast God, this situation indicates that there is a powerful prophet who is also watching the future related to this sign. When two prophets are concerned about the same fate, their soul eyes will interfere with each other, and neither will be able to see the true future. So we know that there are a pair of powerful and dangerous eyes watching us!"

The leaders of the orcs whispered for a while, and then a half-orc shaman asked, "High priest of wisdom, the last plague brought hundreds of thousands of strong orcs back to the mountain of the beast god. Do you think the eyes that are watching us have anything to do with it?"

Organheller let out a long sigh and said, "We orcs are not naturally good at magic, so my eyes are not much farther than yours. In order to get rid of primitiveness, ignorance, and chaos, we have paid too much for the power of magic. Alas, even so, the magical power we can wield is far too far behind our enemies, the Terrans and the Elves......"

Before he could finish speaking, Augenheller suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a small beast was biting his heart wildly!

The High Priest raised his head suddenly, pale green blood was already beginning to flow from the corners of his mouth, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "This...... This is the most dangerous omen......! Awaken ......the prophets of the earth! All the last days...... The last one is to let the guards out!

Despite Augenheller's hoarseness, the orc leaders had a look of surprise and fear on their faces, and finally the centaur asked, "High priest...... You know what it takes to awaken the prophets of the earth, and the last guards, if we let them all out, we don't have the power to take them all back. ”

Organheller grabbed his throat with all his might, and was able to roar: "Look...... Torch! Not ...... Go quickly!"

The orc leaders looked around, and then they were shocked to find that the main hall had fallen into darkness at some point, and the hundreds of torches on the four walls were like candles in the thick fog, extremely dim!

The orc leaders swarmed out of the sacrificial hall and began to carry out Ogenheller's orders.

It wasn't until all the orcs had left that the High Priest gasped. Organheller slowly turned to the altar, fell to the ground, and prayed in a low voice.

"O great beast god, have the dark gods come to punish us? But now that we sense your presence, and under your guidance, the orcs have prospered today, and have been spared the fate of being slaughtered by humans, elves, and dwarves like wild beasts for thousands of years! Even in the face of the wrath of the dark gods, your most devout believers will not turn their backs on the faith......

The high priest's muffled prayer echoed through the main hall.

A breeze suddenly blew in the sacrificial hall.

The gust of wind was so gentle, so soft that it only swayed slightly from the flames of the torch. However, the power contained in it was extremely violent, so violent that it silently swept away the entire roof of the sacrificial hall!

(To be continued)