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"Tsk, a time-still scroll......! No, he's a rare spend!" the underground gnome slipped back to Wella in amazement. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It also read a lot of love classics with Wella some time ago, although in fact it only seems to understand, but Gregory of Vanity already thinks of himself as an expert on the human race.

Wella stared at the square, didn't look back, and said lightly: "Gregory, go and kill all the two-legged dragons in the air!"

The battle is not over. After defeating the Prophet of the Earth, the mighty men dispersed. Rogge ran to the other side of the square.

Suddenly, in the distance, Mora's exclamation was heard. Rogge was startled and immediately turned his head to look. At this moment, a dazzling pillar of holy light suddenly rose from the direction from which the exclamation came, and it was Konstantin's breath. The fat man immediately relieved himself and rushed towards the sacrificial hall again.

In the distant sky, the Divine Dragon was hovering up and down, wrestling with more than twenty bipedal wyverns around him. The battle between the Divine Dragon, who is at the top of all dragons, and the two-legged Wyvern who has only a pitiful dragon bloodline, is really not in suspense. The Wyvern's special surname is Giant Poison, but this is useless against the Divine Dragon. In terms of the lethality of hand-to-hand combat, their minions are not as sharp as the sharp battle axes of elite orcs. After blessing himself with a lot of protective magic, Gregory just let them bite, that is, scratch more. However, the Divine Dragon's counterattack was also surprisingly weak, and it took half a day of fighting to kill the two bipedal wyverns.

Gregory feared that if he killed too quickly, the master of Wella would whip the dragon and put a new burden on the dragon's back, which was broad but not responsible.

The battle in the Temple of the Beast God seemed to be chaotic, and all the strong men were fighting on their own, doing what they thought was right. The only purpose of this battle was to raze the entire Beast God Temple, and as for how to do it, there was no plan at all. Rogge knew that these strong men were not likely to obey the instructions of others, and it would be in vain to formulate a detailed plan. Anyway, the side has an overwhelming advantage in strength, and it is a surprise, if you let them burn and loot, maybe the efficiency can be higher.

At this moment, in the sacrificial hall, the great priest is still fighting hard. He roared like a tireless magic puppet, the magic book in his hand flipped rapidly, and countless magic slammed into his enemies one after another.

In fact, Augenheller is completely at a disadvantage. The dozens of flame guards that once roamed around in the main hall had turned into scorch marks on the ground, and Andronie's speed had been exerted to the extreme, and the beautiful starry sky fighting spirit had pulled out dazzling trails in the main hall. She would even go straight to Augenheller's magic, only to dodge it sideways for a moment, and then stab a sword in Augenheller's body before calmly retreating.

It's just that she and the Reaper class can't break through the defenses of the High Priest at all, and the small scars left by the countless attacks will disappear in the blink of an eye under the recovery power of Augenheller, which far exceeds the troll.

The long-dragging battle here has attracted the attention of the strong.

Adriane, Sarawinger, Miro, and Rogge all stood to the side, frowning silently, observing the High Sacrifice in battle. Just now, they eliminated all the flame guards in the temple with a few blows, and then attacked Organheller separately, but at this moment, Organheller's magic resistance is so strong that it is almost immune to all magic attacks! Except for Miro's physical blow, which can also hurt him, the attacks of several other strong people with magical castes are almost useless.

This is by no means normal.

Rogge scanned the High Priest's body several times with his mental power, trying to find out what force was guarding him. But no matter how hard he tried, he still didn't get anything.

The hall suddenly dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, the boundless darkness drove out the light and became the master of the hall. In the sacrificial hall, for a while, only the flame on the altar still radiated a faint light, and the torches on the four walls were as dim as a bean like a candle flame in the distance. There was a thousand powers hidden in the darkness, which made Rogge a little breathless, and his spiritual power spontaneously increased sharply, and a faint silver brilliance was emitted all over his body, which was able to resist the pressure of darkness.

Miro's protective purple flame also burned, except for Adrene, who was completely hidden in the darkness.

"Before the majesty of the Lord God of Darkness, all hidden power will be hidden. Sara Wenger said slowly. The thick darkness still poured out of his body, overwhelmingly rushing towards the High Priest.

Rogge immediately re-scanned Augenheller's body, and this time he found three looming rays of light connecting him to the altar flames. The feeling of these three rays of light is very familiar, it is the breath of the goddess of nature.

The fat man suddenly realized that Augenheller was protected by the divine power of the goddess of nature, so it was no wonder that he had a defense close to immortality.

"His power comes from the altar!" the fat man shouted, and with a wave of his hand, a dark spear flew towards the altar like thunder. However, the moment the castrated magic spear touched the edge of the altar, a loud bang was heard, and the magic spear crashed into an invisible shield, exploding a rain of fire before disappearing.

A soft wind of magic gently brushed past Rogge and towards Organheller as he struggled. Adriane said hurriedly in the dark: "There is teleportation magic in the book of magic in his hand!

A purple flame suddenly lit up in the darkness, and Milo's sledgehammer struck Digohler on the head, knocking him to the ground. But the High Priest immediately got up, and the magic book in his hand spewed out countless thorns, rubbing a scar on Miro's arm. The darkness in the main hall was all gathered on the altar at this time, and dazzling flames continued to explode around the invisible shield, struggling to support under the pressure of darkness.

In an instant, the powerhouses in the hall had already made a move, and the energy turbulence gathered from all sides was like a knife, forcibly tearing the flesh and blood off the body of the great sacrifice little by little!

Rog slipped out of the hall again. A moment later, the terrible roar of the orcs before dying sounded one after another from outside the sacrificial hall, and then countless orcish skulls flew in from outside the hall and smashed into the high priest Augenheller. Other corpses flew towards the altar and exploded above it, raining down a waterfall of blood!

The altar's shield can block powerful attacks and magic, but it doesn't react to these powerless shredds and blood. As soon as the beast's blood fell into the altar, it was immediately evaporated by the heat of the flames and sent out a blue and dark green mist.

More and more orc corpses were thrown into the altar, and the flames of the altar finally changed color.

"The last guard, where is the last guard!" Ogenheller, who had long been unable to support it, sensed the decline of the protective power, and shouted almost in despair.

The last guards were sealed in the deepest part of the Beast Temple, and they had two passages leading to the ground. Organheller sensed a sudden burst of powerful aura at one of the exits, but no matter how he called, the guards in the sense of the last word could not get out of this exit, apparently being blocked by someone, and locked in a bitter battle.

At the other exit, the terrifying Doomsday guards stepped out one by one, one by one losing contact with Augenheller. It was as if they had stepped into absolute darkness, and nothing was heard from them.

In a short period of time, Augenheller didn't know how many attacks he had been hit by the powerhouses, and bones had been exposed in many places on his body. Among them, Adrene's straight eruption of magical energy even pierced directly through his chest!

The magic book in the High Priest's hand quickly turned a page, and with a roar, he slammed his shoulder into Miro's giant hammer, knocking him backwards and flying out! Miro was shocked, he really couldn't imagine how this mortal orc sacrifice could still have such great power in his body.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Augenheller threw himself at the altar, and the blue fire on the altar rose accordingly, engulfing his broken body into it.

Adrenee penetrated Augenheller's attempt and immediately exclaimed, "He's going to teleport!"

With a wave of her hand, she instantly unleashed a magical storm like a blade. However, she did not expect that the High Priest would choose to run away from Miro's sledgehammer, so the attack was finally a step slower, and she only had time to amputate one of Organheller's legs.

Her face changed slightly, if this orc priest who could attract the divine power of the goddess of nature to protect his body escaped, it would be endless trouble! As for the loss of a leg, it is not impossible for the goddess of nature who is good at healing to be reborn with a leg.

However, it was already too late. Organheller's body in the flames of the altar has become transparent. The powerhouses present all knew that the orc priest had jumped out of this space at this moment, and the figure in the flames was just an afterimage.

Miro's face was extremely ugly. He was really careless.

Just when the powerhouses were secretly annoyed, an extremely sharp howl suddenly sounded in the sacrificial hall, and all the burning flames were extinguished in an instant!

Momentary darkness.

Suddenly, an extremely strong silver lightning bolt pierced the darkness and leaped into the sky above the main hall!

When the dazzling electric light dissipated, the ground in the center of the main hall was stuck with a dragon soul spear with a silver halo of circulation. An invisible power fluctuation spread out in all directions with the Dragon Soul War Spear as the center, enveloping the entire Beast God Temple in an instant!

Within the reach of this powerful and incomparable power fluctuation, the structure of all spaces was slightly distorted!

Somewhere in the Temple of the Beasts, Organheller let out a scream and bounced out of the void!

What a power to forcibly interrupt the teleportation that has already been cast in a way that distorts the spatial structure!

There was silence in the sacrificial hall.

Everyone silently stared at the Dragon Soul War Spear with complicated expressions.

The upright Dragon Soul Spear not only interrupted Augenheller's teleportation, it was also proudly declaring its power to the strong, and from the flowing silver light, the strong even sensed a little anger!

Adriane's face turned pale. Just now, the Dragon Soul War Spear almost brushed against the tip of her nose, and at this moment, there was still a piece of her hair wrapped around the tail of the spear.

As if in response to the call of the underworld, the Dragon Soul War Spear suddenly jumped up and flew into the void on its own.

Sarawenge let out a sudden sigh, breaking the silence in the hall. He gave Adriane a meaningful look and turned out of the hall. Miró, Androni, and Death's Ban are also looking at Aderene.

Adelene, who had always been comfortable talking and laughing, could only barely smile at the moment, her eyes flashed, and her figure disappeared.

Perhaps only she understood the full meaning of that blow of the Dragon Soul Battle Spear. Adriane's proud skills would be useless in front of that woman.

At this time, Rogge's call suddenly came from afar, and all the strong men remained silent and ran in the direction where the call came.

In front of a large building, Rogge is in the middle of a bitter battle. The fat man held a double-edged giant axe snatched from nowhere, shouted loudly, and fought hard among the orc warriors. Around him, there would be instantaneous fireballs, shockwaves, and even ice picks exploding. Anyway, there are orc warriors on all sides, and no matter how you put magic, you can blow up a few.

Rogge fought hard, just because he really didn't have time to kill so many orcs.

For some reason, almost the entire orc warriors of the Beast God Temple gathered here from all directions, and one by one they sacrificed their lives to rush towards Rogge! At first, they were all elite warriors, and there were some shamans and priests among them, but after Rogge killed, almost all of them were waiters and cooks who didn't know how to do martial arts!

Rog's eyes were full of splattered blood and internal organs, and the hideous faces of countless orcs dangled in front of his eyes. The double-edged axe in his hand had long since flown away, and his magic power was almost exhausted. But as long as he has enough mental power, Rogge can also become a killing machine. Thin scales appeared on his body, and his hands had turned into sharp claws, tearing open the chests of one orc after another almost instinctively, pulling out the heart, crushing it, and then pounced on the next victim.

I don't know how long I killed.

Rogge suddenly felt a lighten of pressure. He looked around, only to realize that the last opponent had been torn apart by himself. There were hundreds of orc corpses lying all over the square, and many more orcs could not die for a while because of their tenacious vitality, and could only let out a terrible wail helplessly.

Death's class, Andronie, and Miró stood among the orc corpses, their faces looked like relatives.

Rogge walked towards the hall in front of him. He knew that something important was hidden here, otherwise the orcs wouldn't be so desperate to stop him.

He walked, but he couldn't move, and there was a tingling pain in his leg. Rog looked down to see an orc whose heart had been pulled out but was still dead, hugging his leg and biting his calf hard.

Rogge smiled coldly, raised his right hand high, and stretched out sharp claws on his five fingers again.

His hand was raised, but it didn't fall. The orc had died just a moment ago, but the arms he had dragged on Rog's legs were still so powerful.

Rogge sighed, bent down, slowly pulled the orc's hand away, and reached out to caress the eyes that were still open, and then walked in front of the main hall, and with a push, the two locked temple doors collapsed!

The moment the temple door fell, Rog, Androni, Ben, and Miró were stunned.

In the huge hall with a radius of 100 meters, thousands of young orcs were crowded together, their faces frightened. In front of them, there were more than a dozen adult orcs.

Rog glanced around the main hall, which was very similar to the Terran magic academy, and seemed to be a school for young orcs. Those who can learn in the Beast God Temple, needless to say, are the elites of the various orc races.

Rog's gaze fell on the young orcs in the hall. They range from childish trolls to fluffy-looking juvenile werewolves. Orcs of this age, no matter what race they are, are not vicious, only cute. And the young orcs here were distinctly different from all the orcs Rog had ever seen, and they could see the sparkle of wisdom in their fearful eyes. At least just before, Rogge would never have imagined that the orcs would also establish their own academy.

Perhaps their wisdom is really not far from that of the Terrans.

"Don't hurt them!" With a hoarse roar, a blast of magic slammed down on Rog's back. In the dark, I don't know who blessed Rogge with a magic shield made of black flames.

Rogge turned and saw Organheller covered in blood, dragging his remaining leg, struggling forward step by step with the support of his staff. It took a long time for the High Priest to turn the page of the magic book in his hand and unleash an attack spell on Rogge. But at this moment, all his magic seemed so weak in front of Rog's magic shield.

The three powerhouses didn't make a move, just watched Augenheller move towards Rogge step by step. Behind the orc priest, there was an extra blood-stained road.

"Why don't you run away?" asked Rogge.

"My people...... All the children of my people are here!" replied Augenheller with difficulty. There was a terrible wound in his throat, and with every word he spoke, a large stream of blood gushed out of it.

Rogge reached out with his left hand and grabbed Augenheller's neck. He looked into the eyes of the orc priest and sighed, "Even if you come back, it will be useless. ”

"I know...... But I'm a proud orc, ...... Glorious servant of the beast god, I can't let go of the children...... Run away. Augenheller's voice was getting weaker, and blood was beginning to pour out of his mouth, dripping down his fangs.

Rog sighed, and with a clench of his left hand, the headless corpse of the orc priest slowly fell at his feet. A breeze blew, and the magic books and staff in the hands of the high priest turned into ashes and disappeared with the wind.

Rogge lifted the head in front of him, looked at Augenheller's angry eyes, and sighed secretly. At the last moment, Rogge did not tell him that there was no beast god in this world at all.

"Will you set it on fire?" asked Rog faintly as he passed by Miro.

"Of course!" Miro replied coldly, "Do you want to burn those little orcs? Why don't you do this yourself?"

Androni hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "Rog......ge! Just let those little orcs go! we can't kill all the orcs anyway. She was also ruthless, but when she saw so many young orcs, she still couldn't bear it in her heart.

Rogge ignored Androni, but pointed to a magnificent building burning in the distance, and said to Miro, "Because I just set a fire there, and all my magic is gone." There...... It is where the orcs hold the elves. ”

The corners of Miro's mouth twitched slightly. Needless to ask, he had vaguely guessed what was happening. He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, and his hands lit up a purple flame that emitted an astonishingly high heat, and walked towards the main hall. Born in the demon race, he looks down on orcs, but he doesn't have a good impression of elves.

Rogge looked at Andronie again, smiled a little tiredly, and said, "Anne, reality is so cruel. The battle is over, let's go. ”

Androni looked at the burning hall in the distance, a row of snow-white teeth biting her lower lip, biting her lip so much that she lost its bloody color, but she didn't know it.

It wasn't until Rogge let out a long howl in the sky that she woke up in shock. At this time, the killing sound of the Beast God Temple gradually fell, and the flames were everywhere. These Sacred Domain powerhouses set fires, and each of them can be a hundred.

Several buildings in the distance suddenly roared, and at the same time, tongues of fire soared into the sky! Then a figure floated in front of Rogge like a light smoke, and dashingly threw the torch in his hand aside. Looking at this Xiusi, who can also set fire to a huge and dusty body, and then looks at himself covered in blood and scars, Rogge can only smile bitterly.

In a moment, all the powerhouses had gathered, and they all rose to the sky and headed to the east. Behind them, the entire summit of Beamon Peak burned, like a huge torch standing between heaven and earth.

At the foot of Beamon Peak, all the surviving orcs stood in place, looking up at the burning Beamon Peak, their eyes full of despair.

From then on, they will have no oracles, no more guidance, and the wisdom and magic they have earned at great cost will be burned to the ground. All the orcs who had been led to wisdom by the prophets of the earth fell in the flames of the temple of the beast god.

Rogge's fire burned down more than just a temple and thousands of young orcs.

He burned the future of the orcs.

In the sky, Androni was always depressed, and she finally couldn't help it, and asked Rog beside her: "If these orcs hadn't attacked the elves, maybe they wouldn't have ended up today." Why do they have to do it?"

"It's like our race of people competing for power, wealth, and beauty for a better future. In fact...... The orcs want a bright future, too!"

The group flew farther and farther.

Rogge had Augenheller's head tied around his waist. The angry eyes of the orc priest reflected the blazing torch in the distance.

Out of the corner of his eye, a cloudy tear suddenly slipped down.

(To be continued)