If this matter can be poked out in front of the public, then the image of the entire Nature and Harvest Church may collapse in an instant.

Roger thought with some malice in his heart, and did not hide the essence of the fun man in the slightest.

I have to say that the methods of these goblins are really very bad, and it only took two days to be caught, but these elves have been tortured.

Lifeless.

Their eyes were dark, and there was no hope in their eyes.

It seems that he has resigned himself to his fate.

From the torn clothes, the dirt all over the body, and the swollen bodies, you can guess how terrible they were tortured.

What a proud elf they once were, and it might be more uncomfortable for them to fall into such a state than to kill them, right?

After all, elves are synonymous with beauty, elegance, nobility, cleanliness.

The movement of Roger's appearance finally attracted the attention of these elves a little, and one by one the elves opened their heavy eyelids, and when they saw Roger's figure, there was a slight light in their originally dark eyes.

"Save ......"

"Help Me ......"

"Help Me ......"

Weak cries for help came and went.

This also includes the three strongest existences of Brad, Robert and Orn.

When in the hands of a goblin, being strong is not a good thing, and being strong will make them more favored by the goblins, and will therefore be favored more often.

If it is combined with noble bloodlines, the end will be even worse, just like the current Orn.

The body, like a worm, writhed.

They forget that they had tried to attack Roger's camp in a vain attempt to kill Selubelia, Evangelin, Leonona, and Louise.

They just want to grasp this last straw.

It's just that Roger's attention was not on these elves for the first time, whether it was to kill or save them.

Roger didn't do anything, just walked forward step by step in that pleading voice.

Altar.

Compared to the elves around him, Roger cared more about this altar.

The altar was crudely built, which was in line with Roger's impression of goblins.

Of course, it is not the appearance of the altar that matters, but the existence of the altar itself...... Could it be that these goblins also worship, or even worship some kind of being, some god?

Goblins are fierce, cruel, and tyrannical...... And at the root of all this, is hatred, we hate everything, we hate humans, we hate elves, we hate this world.

No matter how many offspring the goblin brings, how powerful and excellent the offspring are...... We...... It's just a bunch of poor worms.

Roger's mind was reminded of what Taus had said before he died.

His eyes were vicious and mad.

Hatred? Poor worm?

He could feel the sadness of the goblin when he said such a thing.

That kind of expression, that kind of look, is something Roger has never seen on the faces of other goblins, and the average goblin shows only ugliness, ferocity, and greed.

Perhaps, only that special goblin, an existence of that level, can peek into the truth hidden behind this.

It's just a pity that the guy is a riddler.

He only gave Roger a vague clue, and as for the truth behind this clue, Roger still needs to find it himself, maybe this is his little revenge for Roger killing him?

Feeling a little helpless, Roger sighed, ignored the cries for help around him, and continued to walk towards the altar.

Glancing at the surface of the altar up close, Roger's heart twitched uncontrollably.

His skin was covered with a layer of tiny bumps, and his scalp was about to explode with creepy fear.

There was no blood all over the altar, no severed limbs, no eyes and tongues, and it didn't feel bloody at first glance.

But that intense sense of fear is even stronger than blood.

Just above the altar, there was a dense layer of small bumps.

Dark green.

It's like a small bump like an ant's egg.

One by one, one by one, they are closely arranged together, as if countless fine protrusions have grown on the surface of the altar, filling the entire surface of the altar, and the kind of dense phobia who is about to die at a glance.

Even if Roger doesn't have a phobia of density, it's uncomfortable to watch.

On the altar, which is not very large, there are at least hundreds of thousands.

His throat squirmed slightly, and he forced himself to endure the nausea in his heart, and Roger continued to look closer, and then the expression on his face became more and more weird.

After a long time, Roger finally straightened up, and he let out a long sigh, feeling a little pain in his head.

These are all goblin eggs.

That's right, eggs.

Goblins are not viviparous, nor are they purely oviparous, but more like a combination of two modes of reproduction.

In those tiny green bumps, you can faintly feel something tiny wriggling, which should be the newly-born goblin egg. These are not created by the goblins themselves, but appear on the altar.

Thinking of the goblins that would plunder and capture other lives alive, and looking at the appearance of Orn, Brad, and Robert, Roger already had some speculations in his heart.

The goblin's original form was this tiny particle, an egg.

They are not created by the goblins themselves, but by some mysterious power, they appear on the altar, but these eggs do not hatch naturally, these eggs are supposed to be incorporated into their bodies by the goblins first, and develop within the goblin's body.

After reaching a certain stage of growth, the goblin will inject the developed eggs into the bodies of other beings in that bad way, using the internal organs and vitality of other lives to complete the final and fastest stage of growth.

These eggs, quickly absorbing the life force of the receptors, turn into cubs in a very short time, and then break open the belly of the receptors. When a new goblin is born, the receptor becomes an empty shell of two skins, and the internal organs are almost consumed.

It's really a tedious way.

However, even if it is cumbersome, because goblins grow extremely fast, they can still give birth to a large number of cubs in a very short time.

Now the question is, how are these eggs born? Which being made it?

These are questions that cannot be answered in a short period of time.

Roger didn't drill the horns either, he let out a long breath and snapped his fingers, and a cluster of flames instantly appeared on the surface of the altar.

Suddenly, a crackling sound like a firecracker sounded.

The dense eggs on the altar burst quickly.

It wasn't until he had done that Roger turned his gaze to the elves.

The faint cries for help continued.

This is especially true of Auun.

Probably because his body wasn't being hoisted, the guy even squirmed on the ground, trying to get close to Roger.

These elves are miserable, but it has nothing to do with Roger.

The corners of his mouth hooked an arc, he wanted to take advantage of Nina's absence, to kill all these elves, but suddenly in his heart there was some fun mentality.

Or would it be more fun for Orn to expose himself to being violated by goblins in front of the public, and even conceive a goblin cub?

Although playing, it is easy to overturn.

However, the absolute strength can reduce the probability of overturning to a minimum.

"Help me, save me, please, save me......" Orn murmured.

The sound is like a gnat, and if you don't listen carefully, you can barely hear it.

"My father is the Pope of the Church of Nature and Harvest...... I am the Son of the Church."

Obviously, they are already angry, but when they say these two sentences, they seem to be extraordinarily smooth, obviously I don't know how many times they have been repeated, and they are almost about to become energy.

"As long as you save me, I can guarantee you prosperity and prosperity...... Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

The smile on Roger's face was even stronger, and he even crouched down in front of Orn, looking at those emerald green eyes, and did not hide the malice in his eyes: "Tsk, it's really miserable."

"The Pope's son, the Son of the Church, was so honorable the last time we met, but now he is so embarrassed."

The mocking tone filled Orn's heart with anger.

"Tut-tut, you look like you were given that by a goblin...... Oops, it's miserable, it's pathetic."

"That doesn't taste good, look at the legs aren't even together."

Roger was unleashing the malice in his heart to the fullest.

To be honest, it's pretty cool.

Seeing that the anger in Orn's eyes became more and more hot, and his eyes even became a little crazy, Roger suddenly changed his words:

"Na ......"

"Son of the Venerable Pope, Son of the Great Church......

"You don't want to be known by goblins like that, do you?"