The beast god is the belief of every orc.

"Quiet, Kenyon." Ryan shrugged lightly, and waited for Kenyon's emotions to calm down a little before continuing in a calm tone, "The moment I saw those statues, I suddenly remembered a way to call for God's presence. ”

The necromantic alchemy golem and 'Nasanya' were thrown out of the tribe, and the moment Ryan's magic disappeared, before he could finish what he wanted to say, the black-robed Baroque looked sideways into the distance.

The Necromantic Alchemy Golem and 'Nasanya' have not been completely destroyed, and the Lich's spiritual power has infiltrated the tribe secretly.

Not far away, Ryan and Baroque spotted a young minotaur sneaking in this direction.

Young minotaurs are not as determined as adult minotaurs and are more likely to invade their souls.

Whether it's a human, a monster, or an alien, Ryan hates this kind of behavior of the lich, but fortunately, Ryan can sense that the lich is just splitting a wisp of mental power, not the case of Jamiedo.

In order to make the plan go smoothly, Ryan pretended not to notice the little bull man controlled by the lich peeping, and lowered his voice and repeated the question: "I know the way to call for God's presence, which is the one you believe in."

I have some special way of knowing that the Godhead of that One is broken and his wounds have not healed...... His condition is not very good, but as long as he calls for God's presence, he can solve the anomaly of the Howling Plains. ”

While speaking, Ryan secretly communicated with Kenyon and Jamie Doe in his mind, asking them to cooperate with him to make surprised and tangled expressions.

Although the controlled minotaurs were some distance away, the lich could still hear Ryan and Kenyon talking.

After Ryan finished speaking, Kenyon, who didn't know how to express his emotions, bowed his head slightly, trembling with excitement and awe, covering his face with his hands, and his voice was hoarse, "Michelle, Father God, he-"

Jamiedo's reaction was similar to Kenyon's.

The Minotaurs are not good at lying, and they are angry at the lich's actions, but at the moment, worried about affecting Ryan's plans, Jamido sits back on the ground with a trembling head, and cries for his father with a low head, so that the lich cannot judge his emotions.

"Don't worry about that one." Ryan, "Even if you're hurt, the god can get you out of here. ”

"I ...... I can't give you a reply at the moment. ”

Kenyon wiped away tears with the back of his hand, "Michelle, please come with me." ”

Chapter 392

Ryan followed Kenyon into the tent, where Jamido lowered the hide halfway and Baroque placed a seed in the soil outside the tent.

As a demon, Baroque learned and mastered a lot of elven magic because of Cyril.

The seed landed, split the thorns, and grew rapidly in the magic of the Baroque.

Sharp thorns sprouted from the surface of the thorns, surrounding the tent, and Baroque made sure that the lich would not be aware of his identity and could not be perceived by prying eyes, before entering the tent.

Jamidor laid down the hide completely and walked in front of Baroque to lead the way.

To talk about the movement of the tribe, Kenyon had already conveyed it to the shaman of the clan through a trumpet.

The shaman knew that the tribe was not safe, and chose to talk in a very secret place, and the tent was uninhabited, burning the special grease lamps of the orcs.

The grease lamp is bright, emitting a warm orange glow, scorching darkness and moisture, and has a very warm and comfortable feeling.

There are no traces of minotaur habitation in the tent, only uncarved stone statues and various stone blocks.

The statues and stones were a jumble of stones, and when Jamidor and Baroque stopped beside Ryan, Kenyon pushed away a nondescript boulder and pressed a tunnel entrance that seemed to be the same color as the ground underneath.

"My friend, honorable Mr. Michelle, the Great Shaman is waiting for us down there."

Kenyon explained to Ryan respectfully, bowed his head politely after speaking, withdrew the giant axe behind his back to the spatial ring, and walked down the sloping steps first.

Ryan glanced down at Baroque and followed Kenyon at the same pace as him, walking down the spacious steps.

Baroque floated in the air, following Ryan in his hand, holding a prop to convey the voice to his head, "The lich must have heard the conversation between you and Kenyon just now. When I cast my magic, the lich's breath broke away from the little minotaur and fled deep underground as the thorns grew. ”

Baroque: "The place where they are hiding at the moment is just below the Minotaur tribe, and the moment the lich fled, I sensed the breath of the undead. ”

"They are really cautious, it seems that the cooperation with the Pope should not be very close." Ryan leaned sideways and bowed his head slightly, "Baroque, your enchantment must be strong, right?" ”

"Of course." Baroque, "with the lich's cautious character, if he deliberately shows a flaw, he will surely know that it is a trap." ”

Baroque snorted confidently, "Although I have my own ideas, at this moment, I will cooperate with you." ”

He, the noble Demon Lord. Though it is crazy, I know how to measure.

Ryan now has a complete plan, and he just needs to follow Ryan's command.

Baroque had never seen a true god come down, true or false, and if Ryan succeeded in calling for God's presence, he wanted to know the true god...... And how powerful the existence close to the gods is.

For the demons who control their minds, the sense of oppression brought by the strong is also an emotion that they need to grow.

Ryan understood Baroque's thoughts at the moment, and smiled in his head.

*

Nearly thirty meters below the tunnel, the Minotaurs built an underground cave that resembles the structure of a human house.

The further down the road becomes, the wider it becomes, with smooth stone walls on both sides, and grease lamps lit at intervals.

In the underground caves, the soil and mountain walls are dry due to the temperature of the grease lamps, and there are many lightly treated animal skins on the ground, which do not occupy the passage for walking.

The Minotaur shaman was kneeling on one of the thickest skins, and he had been waiting alone for some time.

The Minotaur Shaman was not as tall as Kenyon and the other Minotaurs, but was closer to a human in size and height, with a thin body shape, a forward-tilted neck, a slightly hunched back, and mysterious drawings on his face and skin.

The shaman's hair and arms are gray, and behind him stands a totem with the mark of a minotaur, his eyes closed, and a necklace of teeth and bones around his neck.

Kenyon walked along the passage in the middle of the hides, and said politely to the kneeling shaman, "Great Shaman of Asmoros." The distinguished mysterious merchant, my friend Michelle, has arrived, and the other is Mr. Michel's companion Bartók. ”

Ryan paused behind Kenyon, and with this one sentence, he had established the shaman in front of him in the minotaur clan.

The moment he heard Kenyon's voice, the old shaman opened his closed eyes, and a circle of special words dissipated around his body.

Compared to his old appearance, Asmero's eyes were clear and kind, and the totem and scepter floated with his spiritual power, and Asmoro stood up from the ground with the totem in his hand.

When the totem is held by Asmero, it will inexplicably make a strange sound, like a slow muffled drum, which is his response to Kenyon's greeting.

"Michelle, the shaman Asmerus who is the closest to a prophet in his clan, is one of the most famous shamans of the orc tribe."

Orcs never hesitate to praise their companions, Kenyon looked sideways at Ryan with a proud expression, "One of the most important reasons why we can live safely in the Howling Plains is the presence of Asmoro. ”

A prophet is a title that can only be obtained by demigods, and the more powerful the prophet, the closer to the gods.

Kenyon briefly explained that the minotaurs who lived together all year round had a tacit understanding.

Jamie walked forward, standing respectfully behind Asmoro.

Asmoro stood barefoot on the hide, his eyes quietly fixed on Ryan, observing the past and the future.

After a few seconds, Asmero closed his eyes and opened them again, let go of the totem in his hand, and bowed his head respectfully to Ryan, and said, "Michelle, the mysterious merchant we met for the first time, welcome to the Plains of Howling Winds. ”

"Hello, Asmoro."

Ryan's voice responded indifferently, and under Kenyon's guidance, he relaxed and sat down on the animal skin opposite Asmero.

Baroque controls the demon insect to move underground, sensing whether there is a snooping spiritual power, and also sits down next to Ryan very casually.

Asmoro looked sideways at Baroque, and from his eyes, Ryan could sense that Asmeros must have discovered something, but he didn't say anything, and when he looked up again, his eyes were like a fresh grassland, and his slightly old voice was as ethereal as the wind, not at all rough as most minotaurs.

Orcs don't have the habit of drinking tea and chatting, they prefer to go straight.

Kenyon took a few steps forward, sitting quietly on the right side between Asmero and Ryan, his body still not shifting in any way, even though he had made up his mind in his heart.

Asmero looked at Kenyon.

Kenyon shook his head slightly.

Although he was a chief, he was not good at communicating, and Kenyon was worried that he would say the wrong thing......

Whatever the final outcome is, it is up to him and his companions to make the final decision.

Asmeros understood Kenyon's thoughts, they were blood relatives closer than their kind.

Asmero turned to Ryan, "Dear Mr. Michelle, the most precious friend of the Minotaur Tribe, I already know the reason for your arrival. I don't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with the chief, it's just about the Father...... I'm sorry if you feel uncomfortable.

Michelle, ask for the will of the Great Father, I don't know how sure you are......

And what price does the Minotaur still have to pay? ”

Asmoro was not a fanatical surprise...... They asked the gods to offer sacrifices, but they didn't do anything.

Kenyon didn't know what to think, and his expression was sad for a moment.

Jamiedo, who had only one eye left, also pursed his lips hard.

Baroque, who is sensitive to emotions, raised his head.

Hearing Asmero's inquiry, Ryan, who saw Kenyon and Jamiedo's reaction, floated cross-legged in the air, and the evidence of his index finger touching the void seemed to communicate with the void, but in fact, Ryan asked in his mind: "Unity, the Howling Plains, or a certain orc tribe, has anything bad ever happened?" ”

"Another tribe of minotaurs, who once also asked the beast god to come down...... You also know about the Beast God. "System," the ritual of asking for divine presence has attracted false gods, and he has not descended to the will...... All the minotaurs who participated in that ritual became sacrifices. ”

"Why?" Ryan, "Is there any other false god?" ”

System: "It's the body he's used to use." ”

"What about me." Ryan, "If I succeed in calling on God's presence, will it be a false god or a true god?" ”

Ryan: "If it is the body of the false god that has descended, he can still devour the sacrifice, which means that the 'body' is still alive."

Is the body that the false god used to attract the Pope's greed more than the false god descending? ”

System: "Three hundred gold coins." ”

Ryan: "Aren't you going to promise a little benefit to cheat Krypton?" ”

System: "You need this answer at the moment." ”

After speaking, the system also added in a whisper, "You can chat with you about some little secrets at no charge." ”

Ryan: "Krypton, love you." ”

He's all so good!

"Thank you very much."

system, "It is true that the body used by the false god will attract the pope more, but you have the favor of the god of the sky.

The favor of the gods of the sky can only be known to the gods, and to those who are close to them, at certain moments. The residual consciousness of the body used by the false god, he can sense and fear, and he will not be attracted to the gods. ”

"The will of the beast god will not harm his followers, and the god will show his divine power in response to his wishes, and gain more faith."

system, "I calculated multiple futures, and only one could cause you to fail...... That probability is so low that it doesn't count. ”

"I haven't even started this project yet." Ryan was a little flustered, "You planted this flag well." ”