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Chapter 5 recalls that in a warm darkness, there is finally a little light. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The spot gradually expanded, and a smiling face faintly appeared in it.

Augenheller groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He was still very uncomfortable with the strong light around him, and it took him a long time to distinguish the scenery around him.

"Are you awake?" a familiar voice came from the orc priest's ear. He tried to remember where he had heard the voice, but his mind was still in a trance, as if floating in the clouds.

He tried to move, but found that the sensation coming from his body was just a blank space. He tried to breathe, opened his mouth, and an icy liquid welled up in his throat, completely blocking his throat. Organheller was a little strange, he couldn't breathe anymore, but why didn't he feel depressed?

The familiar voice added, "It seems that you are not used to it, but everything will be fine soon, honorable High Priest of Augenheller." ”

The High Priest turned his gaze to the source of the voice, and after staring at the speaker for a few minutes, his sluggish mind remembered that he had seen the fat man in front of the Young Beast Training Hall. Immediately, the raging fire, the collapsed temple, and the orcs groaning in the flames flashed through his mind.

Instinctive anger made Augenheller want to raise his left hand and deal with his opponent with the powerful magic recorded in the magic books. But his left arm had no feeling at all. He wanted to wave the staff in his right hand again, the staff he was used to had powerful curse skills attached to it, but the feeling of his right hand was also nothing.

In the end, the high priest who was burned in anger tried to pounce on the front again, biting through the opponent's neck with his sharp fangs.

His fangs were still there, but the action of jumping and pounce could only be thought of in his mind, and his body was completely unresponsive.

The fat man smiled and said, "It seems that you are starting to remember some of the past, but you still don't understand the current situation. Well, I think you'll probably understand that way. ”

A magic mirror appears in front of Augenheller.

In the mirror, there is only one head left of the great priest, standing strangely in the crystal tray. His pale green skin was now covered with a thick layer of gray, and his entire neck was immersed in a gray-black liquid that was ten centimeters deep. The liquid in the dish emitted a strong stench, like the corpse fluid of some kind of creature, and even the High Priest, who was completely unaware of the smell of the beasts, felt a little unbearable to bear the smell.

However, the most surprising thing for the High Priest was that he was still alive, and he was able to live in this form!

"Don't be surprised, because I'm a necromancer who isn't too bad, and the existence of a special form to sustain life is the essence of necromantic magic. The kind-looking fat man seemed to know what the High Priest was thinking, and directly answered the question in his heart, and then said, "My name is Rogge." You may have heard of me, or you may not know I exist, but that's fine. I think now we can have a good talk. Ah, I almost forgot to water you so you can be more comfortable and think faster. ”

As he spoke, Rogge took a copper kettle and poured a little water full of magic and life on Organheller's head. The power contained in the clear water quickly seeped into the skin of the Great Priest, making him feel refreshed, and his thinking was indeed much faster.

Rogge smiled and sat down in front of Augenheller, and said, "We have a lot of topics to talk about, such as the history of the Orc Empire, or you can also talk about the Earth Prophet and the Beast God. I'd be interested if you would explain the magic you used, or the plan to educate the orcs. ”

The orc priest regained a lot of consciousness, and he said coldly, "You killed all my children. ”

"It's just each other. At least 150,000 elves in the green sea died at the hands of orcs, right?"

Organheller roared, "Before the Earth Prophet brought us the guidance of the Beast God, all the Orcs in the Central Mountains were the targets of the Green Sea Elves' slaughter!"

Rogge laughed, "But as far as I know, it has always been the orcs who first attacked the elven territory. ”

Organheller's eyes widened slightly, and he said in a low voice: "That's because the elves occupy the richest forests and the best water sources! Food is very limited in the central mountain range, and every winter, there will always be hungry orc tribes who eat up their food reserves, and they have no choice but to attack the elven territory." We orcs do have the right to choose, the right to choose whether to die in battle or starvation! Orcs have no written history before, so I don't know if this has lasted for hundreds or thousands of years. Fortunately, the great beast god brought us wisdom and gave us the opportunity to create an empire and change the fate of thousands of years of oppression by elves. ”

Rog listened attentively, and then asked, "How did the beast god send down the oracle, and how did the earth prophet open up your wisdom and enable the orcs to use magic?"

"Oracle of the Beast God......," Organheller said halfway through, suddenly realizing that he had unconsciously regarded Rog as a friend for many years, and had unconsciously confided too many secrets to the enemy in front of him. He immediately stopped his mouth and said angrily to Rogge, "You don't want to extract any orc secrets from my mouth again!"

Rogge smiled slightly, stood up, and said, "Okay, since you don't want to say it, then I'm not welcome." In my place, the beast god cannot bless you. I'll give you a good idea of what a necromancer can do. Before you, I have met many people who are religious and strong-willed, but the souls of all cannot hold out in the fire of the dead for more than a week. Dear Augenheller, I hope you can break this record. I'm very patient, as long as I can dig up all your memories, I don't mind if you have to wait half a month or a month. ”

He picked up the tray containing the head of the Great Sacrifice, stepped into the magic laboratory next to it, and placed it into the magic circle on the stage. Formless, colorless flames of death erupted from the three pale gray gems in the magic circle and began to burn Augenheller's skull.

Looking at Organheller's distorted face, Rogge said to him lightly: "Dear High Priest, I think there are two things I forgot to tell you. The first is that the beast god you believe in doesn't exist at all, and the second is that I think some of the orcs who had been led to wisdom survived that night. Naturally, they will be the leaders of the remaining orcs, and every once in a while, I send killers to patrol the orc tribes of the Central Mountains to send my best greetings to these outstanding leaders. ”

Rog closed the door to the laboratory and hurried to the chapel of the Grand Temple, where he would personally conduct a religious service for hundreds of special worshippers that afternoon. The reason why these believers are special is not because of how religious they are, but because they are all powerful, powerful, or important children of some aristocratic family, and there are many young people who, although of humble origin, have outstanding talents in some area.

The fat man knew that although these people shouted that all the disciples were equal in front of the supreme goddess Audreych, everyone thought very highly of themselves, and what they said and what they thought in their hearts were completely different things, and if they were really allowed to enjoy the same treatment as ordinary believers, I am afraid that they would have made trouble a long time ago.

The fat man knows how to deal with this kind of guy.

Every once in a while, he or Mora would personally perform a ritual for the followers. The ceremony was furnished in a luxurious way.

And Mora and Rogge's speech and preaching styles, although different, are both very popular. The eternal theme of Mora's sermon was faith in the goddess, unconditional, absolute faith. Since the unification of the two religions, Mora has become more and more holy and dusty, like the only fountain in the turbid earthly world. She herself is very good-looking, and every time she preaches, she consciously or unconsciously unleashes her natural charm, so her thrilling features can only be deeply experienced if you have heard and seen them in person.

As for Pope Rogge's sermon, there is a different picture. Northland advocates force, and Rogge's fierce and ruthless military style when he led the troops was very appetizing to these disciples, so what he said was naturally convincing. What's more, the fat man talked about the faith of this world and the afterlife in front of the majority of believers. And in front of this group of people, he never talked only about this life.

Rogge took the trouble to describe the grand picture for the future of the Holy Church and what benefits these core members would have as the church grew. The fat man's ability to stir people's hearts is extraordinary, and after listening to his sermon that is almost like a vow, these ambitious young believers will listen to it with enthusiasm, but when they think about it after leaving, very few wise people in the sect will realize that in fact, Rogge did not say anything.

But in any case, it is a great honor to be able to listen to the preaching of the Pope and the Holy Maiden himself.

In order to dominate this glory, these cultists had proposed to raise the bar for entry into this core group.

This played into Rogge's hands.

So the fat man pushed the boat down the river, so that these believers have the right to use the power, those who have money to pay, and those who have no power and no money will sell their wisdom, although the number of this small group is not large, but in a short period of time it has contributed a lot to the development and growth of the Holy Church. And anyone who can meet the threshold of joining this group has an extraordinary background or talent, and can be accepted by other members.

Under the constant guidance of the fat man, these followers have come to regard themselves as the indispensable elite of the Holy Church. In order to distinguish them from ordinary believers, they embroidered a silver skull on the corner of their uniforms, and since then the name of the Skull and Bones Society has spread far and wide, and in just one month, whether or not they can join the Skull and Bones Society of the Holy Church has been regarded by the young people of the empire as a symbol of whether they can enter the upper class.

Sermon is not everything. Seeing that the Skull and Bones Society unexpectedly grew stronger, the fat man provided the members of the Skull and Bones Society with a rare opportunity to receive magic or martial arts instruction. Since then, because they have been guided by the Grand Magister and the powerhouses of the Sanctuary Realm, the members of the Skull and Bones Society, who are already arrogant, feel even more superior, and they have become dead set on Pope Rogge since then. And the people outside the meeting worked hard to find a way to join the Skull and Bones Club.

For a while, if the Imperial Wealthy had no children who were members of the Skull and Bones Society, it would be simply disgraceful. In order to let their children join the Church, or to increase the number of members of the Skull and Bones Society in the family, these wealthy nobles have shown favor to Rogue and helped the development of the Holy Church. And Rogge's talent is only Na, and it also opens a small door for those civilians who have no money and no power but are talented. Almost every day, more than a dozen people with different talents come to the Holy Church and ask to volunteer.

Because of the renunciation of worldly rights, Rogge had a transcendent status, and he never imagined that the Skull and Bones Society would grow to such a point that it would become the link between the Holy Church and the great empires. The fat man then added more privileges to the members of the Skull and Bones Society, but the threshold for membership did not fall but increased.

In the temporary Yanjing Ludan Port of the Empire, if a member of the New Skull and Bones Society is produced for a while, then he must hold a grand banquet to show off.

After finishing the afternoon's sermon, Rogge felt a little tired, even though he was exhausted. He walked through the Grand Temple to a small, nondescript two-story building. This old building is the Papal Palace, where he usually handles the affairs of the Holy Church.

At this moment, Rogge is no longer interested in the prosperity of the floating world, and even in order to deceive the world and declare the noble character of the Great Pope, it is necessary to live in an old building. Every decision made by Rogge now involves the interests of all parties and must be done with caution, and the Holy Church is still in its infancy, and the glorious image of the Pope is essential to the development of the Church.

No sooner had Rog sat down behind his desk than an Ice Temple warrior came up and whispered a few words to him.

A moment later, four Ice Temple warriors walked in carrying a long, dark black wooden box, and Rogge walked over to the wooden box, opened the lid, and looked inside.

There is a ** female corpse lying in the long wooden box, and a delicate face can be vaguely seen under the loose hair. If she were alive, she would have been a good girl. But in this way, her **'s body was full of bruises, tooth marks and scratches, and there were whiplash wounds all over her body, and her lower body was a mess, full of blood. Apparently, this is a woman who has been ravaged to death.

Rogge leaned down and glanced at her. The woman's pupils were still flowing, as if she hadn't died.

Rogge stood up straight, took out a white handkerchief, wiped his hands and said, "According to the custom, go find a new body and resurrect her!"

The four Ice Temple warriors saluted Rogge, re-cloned the wooden box, and carried the woman's body down. Although they were dressed in the costumes of the Ice Temple Warriors, each of them was obviously far superior to the ordinary Ice Temple Warriors. This special batch of Ice Temple warriors was secretly cultivated by Rogge, but the time was too short, and only a few dozen people had just been trained. These warriors were mainly primordial elves, mainly samurai who survived the dark side of the moon, and a few newcomers from the Terran were selected as supplements.

Rogge sat back at his desk, picked up the revised canon, and began to study it carefully. As soon as the book was opened, an Ice Temple warrior reported: "Lord Mei, the deputy head of the Ice Temple Warrior Regiment, asks to see you." ”

The fat man nodded, and the Ice Temple warrior withdrew. A moment later, Mei in a light helmet walked in.

She was tall and cold-looking, and after wearing the light helmet of the Ice Temple warrior, she had short pale blonde hair, and she was like a rose stuck in the ice wall.

"Is there something wrong?" Rogge asked lightly without taking his eyes off the canon.

"Absolutely. Mei walked to Rogge's side, slowly knelt down, and a pair of cold slender hands reached under Rogge's book, and slowly unbuttoned Rogge's shirt.

"Since there is something, then you can talk slowly. Rogge shifted to a more comfortable position, still looking at the canon in his hand.

"Yes, Lord Rogge. Mei's low voice was full of temptation. She had unbuttoned Rogge's clothes and slowly lowered her head.

Although Rogge's concentration was outstanding, the impact of the moment also made his breathing a little heavier.

The lamp of magic flickered, casting long shadows of the two on the wall. Although they are close at the moment, the two shadows are far apart, like the end of the world.

Jingling!

The expensive and beautiful light helmets fell to the ground one by one, and Mei gently lifted her long snow-like legs and slowly straddled Rogge.

With a bang, the canon in Rogge's hand turned another page.

In the dimly lit room, Mei's low, hoarse moans echoed faintly.

Finally, a low roar erupted from Rog's throat, and Mei tightened her muscles. Rogge's low roar immediately rang out a little accordingly!

Rogge finally threw the canon in his hand aside, looked at Mei who was still sitting on his waist, and said lightly: "Mei, you are a little different today!"

Mei smiled and said, "Can I satisfy you today?"

"Very nice. ”

"So Mei has done a good job of fulfilling her duties as a warrior of the Ice Palace?"

"Outstanding. ”

Mei's gaze turned to the side, and she said softly, "I can do this every day in the future, as long as you can promise me that he will die." ”

Rogge said quietly: "This is impossible. ”

Mei looked up and looked at Rog, who was still in the closest contact with her, in a daze.

For a long time, for a long time. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but Mei didn't know it.

"Lord Rogge, I really can't turn my back on the Goddess of Nature, and I can't leave the training methods of Camp Cold Moon to you. But I ......"

Mei bit her lower lip and hesitated for a long, long time before she made up her final decision, and said sadly: "...... I have your child. ”

"What?" the frost on Rogge's face finally shattered.

(To be continued)