The cruel truth made Cao Mengnan depressed for a while, it seemed that it was not advisable for him to erect a murderous image to establish an atmosphere for negotiations, and calmed down his mood of wanting to comfort the eighteenth generation of these guys' ancestors. Cao Mengnan's eyes were like sharp blades pointing at the gorgeously robed guy, and a strange singing voice came out of his mouth. Even if he thinks about it with the second brother's head, Cao Mengnan knows that it is not praising himself or any entertainment program.

Cao Mengnan reached out and grabbed the back of the armor of the guy who had passed out, and it took a little effort to lift the heavy body. This item is really not ordinarily heavy, and it seems that the density of this gold armor is also quite solid. Tearing off the covered helmet, the true face of the "monster" was finally revealed. The flowing medium-length blonde hair and a completely handsome cheek surprised Cao Mengnan a little. This thing turned out to be a handsome guy! The facial features are very different and profound, with a style similar to that of Europeans and Americans, the frowning brows that were wrinkled because of the severe pain before the coma have not relaxed, and the blood stains on the corners of his lips confirm that Cao Mengnan's blow just now did give him a lot of injuries.

A handsome guy who is nearly three meters tall is a human! Where is there such a tall guy? Cao Mengnan is more and more sure that he is no longer on earth, and the only thing about this handsome guy who doesn't look like a person is that he has a weird but straight garlic nose.

But Cao Mengnan didn't have time to think about it, the strange singing section became more and more urgent, and the ominous feeling became more and more intense. Cao Mengnan flashed behind the warrior, used his kneeling body as his cover, and took out a long sword from the guy's waist, and with a flash of cold light, it landed on the hostage's Adam's apple, and his movements were as skilled as a Jiangyang thief who killed people all year round.

Cao Mengnan's threatening actions made the remaining golden-armored warriors shout angrily, disbelief, stunned, angry, dissatisfied, all kinds of feelings could be found in their eyes. The guys who were held hostage by Cao Mengnan and they were comrades-in-arms who had a deep affection, and with a choking sound, they also drew their long swords one after another. If their gaze can cut people, Cao Mengnan has been Ling Chi now. In the end, they still did not rush over, but narrowed their positions to each other, and used an arc formation to protect the singing old man behind them. Worried about the lives of their comrades and the depression of not being able to fight with Cao Mengnan made their breathing heavy, and the distance between them was enough to ensure that Cao Mengnan pulled the guy in his hand on his back before they rushed over. The language is not spoken, but this kind of buying and selling is common everywhere.

Is Lao Tzu going to be glorious today? The old man didn't say that I have a short-lived appearance! Cao Mengnan was speechless for a while. David Stern was even more speechless, as he almost had the bleakest day of his glorious life today. As one of the two giants of the Bimon Orc Empire and the High Priest of the Temple of the Beast God, His Majesty Stern represents the supreme leader of the divine power. At the age of sixty, he has been in this position for more than twenty years, which is a huge honor and achievement that many people dare not imagine.

His Majesty is a man of great leadership, and under his leadership, the Temple's influence in the Empire has reached unprecedented heights. I thought that I would have no regrets in this life, but who would have thought that such a big thing would happen in this final stage. The watchman who has always made great contributions to the empire and the temple, and has experienced dynasties that are even older than the genealogy of Stern's crown, the platinum Beamon behemoth, the totem of the empire, the only sanctuary of the empire, has come to the end of his life!

Of course, Saint-Beamon was not killed by Stern's crown, he didn't have that ability. This great being came to the end of his life naturally, feeling the call of the god of the underworld, which no one could resist.

This platinum Beamon was a comrade-in-arms of His Majesty O'Brien in the era when the Beamon Orc Empire was founded, and he stepped into the holy rank during the long campaign, possessing extremely high wisdom and great ability. He has always been the number one hero of the empire and a witness to the history of the rise and fall of the empire. Whether it was in the glorious era of the empire's turbulence and slaughter, or in the gloomy era when it was defeated by the huge Terran coalition and driven into the wilderness, it has always guarded these people of its comrades-in-arms, so it has the great glorious title of "Watchman".

It is just a powerful monster from the birth of the Beamon Monster, even if it is a deformity, it is a worthy and powerful creature, and it is born to stand at the top of the food chain of the Warcraft world, and there are their figures and footprints in many places in the Pan-American Continent. But in any case, Beamon who has stepped into the Holy Steps is only that. As the saying goes, transcendent sanctification, reaching this level means that there is a world of difference from ordinary people. It is precisely because of this that it can accompany the empire through countless ups and downs. If the god of beasts is the belief of the orcs, then the status of this saint Beamon is infinitely close to that of a living god, and the influence is much higher than that of the number one leader of this temple under Stern's crown.

"Why don't you die sooner? Why don't you die before I ascend the throne? Why don't you linger for a while? Wouldn't you die when I die?" Stern thought of this, and couldn't help but burst into tears. It is impossible for St. Beamon's wisdom to be biased, and it says that it is going to die, and that is ironclad. After being told the news, Stern couldn't eat or sleep well, and his clothes and belts gradually widened.

Even if it's not his own sin, but the thought of those damned historians Stern gives me a headache. The historians responsible for writing the history of the dynasty and the history of the temple were the same, and these men who were known for their rigor and selflessness were once very fond of His Majesty Stern, and in their pen, they recorded too many of their own glorious writings for posterity to admire. And now, they are transformed, and the pen in their hands jumps, such as "Tenure under Stern's crown, Keeper of the Empire, Saint-Beamon has fallen." "At the Temple of Auburn Hill, headed by Stern's crown, St. Beamon returned to the Father's arms. And so on, and so on, will jump on the paper, and it will still be for posterity to admire, but the feeling under Stern's crown is completely opposite.

Whoever reads these historical sources will inevitably associate Stern with His Majesty, which is not good. Stern's reputation is as much a bird as a bird's feathers, and for whatever reason, the fall of Saint-Beamon's tenure is an absolute blow to him. Even some of his own opponents are likely to make a big fuss about this matter, and those who are good at playing with Spring and Autumn brushwork are well known to His Majesty Stern. All it takes is one sentence, if it weren't for the sinner Stern who had done something wrong, why would the Watchman give up his subjects at this time? Thinking of this, Stern's crown in the year of the sixtieth year was ten years older.

Luckily, my luck wasn't too bad. Perhaps because of his long belief in the beast gods, he miraculously comprehended a divine comedy at the end of his life. The Divine Comedy was sung only by the priests of the temple who were the earthly walkers of the beast gods, and that St. Beamon was able to comprehend a Divine Comedy, which is enough to prove that his faith was just as strong. It's a pity that this Divine Comedy is an exclusive Divine Comedy and cannot be taught to others. Any Divine Comedy, as long as it has an exclusive title, is of epoch-making significance. The people who were able to comprehend the exclusive Divine Comedy in the history of the temple can be counted on the fingers of one hand, and all of them are the famous mainstays of the orc history.

The ability of the Divine Comedy comprehended by St. Beamon is also weird, it is a summoning Divine Comedy, it is the call of St. Beamon's wildness, summoning a powerful being with the soul of the ancestors, accepting the inheritance of St. Beamon, and can continue to protect the subjects of the empire on its behalf. It's just that this exclusive Divine Comedy also has the possibility of failure, especially for St. Beamon, who is in his last years, and this will also be the last straw that crushes the camel's back. Although he is the existence of the Holy Order, St. Beamon is not good at the power of the elements, and if he fails, he will face the backlash of the elemental power and die. If it succeeds, overdrawing the power of the elements can only cause its life force to dry up and die, which is undoubtedly the ultimate swan song of life.

No one knows what kind of things this wild call can summon, and His Majesty can only hope that he will succeed in summoning a being as powerful as St. Beamon. Even if St. Beamon falls, there will be a new watchman in the empire to continue the inheritance, and as for the long-standing faith of the people of the empire, it can be redirected, and it is enough to go down in history.

This was a top-secret event, and His Majesty Stern did not dare to tell anyone, including His Majesty the King. It's not that he is bent on going his own way, if someone with bad intentions tries to destroy it, it will be over. The hall was prepared in full swing, and now the old hall, which had been abandoned for a long time, began with the Crown and St. Beamon. Even the twelve golden Templars of the main temple of Auburn Hill brought by His Majesty were nothing more than guards of the ritual, and they had no idea what His Majesty and St. Beamon were up to. In order to ensure success, His Majesty also used the ancient Hundred Beast Spirits to participate in the ritual, which can be regarded as a toss of this old bone.

This forbidden ritual is a ritual that requires the use of the blood of the orcs and the hundred tribes as a blood-drawing ritual, and even in the temple it is regarded as evil by many people. Moreover, according to legend, those who presided over the ritual would not die well, and the orcs had only been used once in tens of thousands of years. Although he is a clergyman and the leader of the temple, he also has the impulsive genes of orcs flowing in his bones, and life and death are rich and noble, which is a shocking gamble. Either you are ruined, or you are famous in history.

The twelve Golden Templars all sensed that St. Beamon was leaving them, and they were all soulless, but as the guardians of the Temple, they had to keep their oaths and take the will of their crown as their own direction. Even if you don't understand, you don't dare to interrupt this strange ritual.

St. Billon's Wild Call is coming to an end, and he doesn't know if it will succeed or not, and the image of St. Beaton when he falls draws the attention of everyone present. And a red-striped Terran bastard actually broke into this secret place that had been abandoned for many years!