When it was slightly dark, in a tavern, two orc slaves with heavy chains on their feet and hands were drinking in large bowls, and the chains rattled while talking to vent their dissatisfaction.

To be precise, one young orc vents his frustration, and the other gray-haired orc listens.

The young orc took a sip of rum and scolded angrily, "Damn Grand Duke Curtel, he actually asked us orcs to believe in that dream god, and the great orc will never succumb to him and sacrifice his faith to that dream god." ”

Since childhood, the orcs have worshiped the orc gods, the main god Geush, the brave god Bagpestle, the barbarian god Inavo, the god of reproduction Rusecho, and the god of shadow dancers Shagosi.

These deities are the deities that every orc has come into contact with since they were self-conscious, and when the orcs reach adulthood, they will choose one of the deities as their main religion.

So how could he possibly give his faith to that dream god.

"But Grand Duke Curtel said that as long as you believe in the god of dreams, you don't need to be shackled in the future. The gray-haired orc whispered, "And every orc who goes to pray is given a year's ration." ”

The monstrous anger of the young orc immediately withered, and he said hesitantly, "But even if this is the case, you can't bully us orcs like this." ”

"The problem is that he also said that he would give him enough rum to drink for a year. ”

The young orc closed his mouth and said no more.

Orcs are never slaves, but eating and drinking is another matter.

After a full meal, the young orc returned to his house drunk.

It was a small house, with only a small single room, and after a bed was placed in it, the remaining space could not even fit a place to live and cook.

When he returned, he lay in bed and snored and fell asleep.

Gradually, he came to a strange place.

It was an infinite darkness, with no stars hanging high in the sky, and no earth that could be stepped on, like an extraterritorial void.

In the darkness, a temple gradually emerged.

The temple was so huge that he, a two-meter-five-six-year-old orc, felt like an ant crawling on the ground when he stood in front of the temple.

The temple is supported by many gray and whitish stone pillars, and the floor seems to contain the chaos of all colors.

As this temple emerged, many people were revealed in the endless darkness.

Some of them stood in the temple, and some of them stood in the darkness and walked toward the temple.

The young orc glanced at it and saw a familiar orc, and immediately shouted happily, "Mr. Baldner." ”

The orc named Baldena heard someone shouting to him, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the young orc, and immediately laughed, "It's Bakar, you're here too?"

Bakar is the name of this young orc, and like him, he is a slave who was transported here, because everyone is an orc, so he usually takes care of him a lot, and the relationship is more intimate.

I didn't expect to see Bakar here.

"Mr. Baldner, do you know what this place is?" asked Bakar after hugging Baldena hard.

"I've only been here for a short time. Baldner said to Bakar, "But I've heard from others that this is a temple built by Grand Duke Curtel in his dreams, and that he can communicate with other people's dreams. ”

"All those who believe in the god of dreams come here every night after falling asleep to pray to the god of dreams and ask for the god of dreams to come. ”

"By the way, the time for prayer is coming soon, and I will talk about it when I finish praying. ”

Hearing this, Bakar was pulled in by Valdena without resistance.

Soon, there was a neat sound of prayers inside.

"The great deity who rules dreams, the all-powerful Almighty Perth, we pray for your gaze to come, for your power to come and give us infinite radiance......"

The sound of prayer in unison floated out of the temple, vibrated in the darkness, and countless pure white points of light quietly emerged, and then quietly disappeared into the void as if attracted by something.

"Is this the power of faith?" Hidden in the darkness, a mage dressed in ornate mage robes and holding a staff made of pure Mithril in his hand couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the points of light that almost formed a rushing river.

"In dreams, these beliefs can actually be embodied?"

The kingdom of the gods of the main plane hangs high, and the brilliance of the gods has always shrouded the heads of all races, and the mages have been studying the secrets of the gods since the beginning of the Nessriel Empire.

For example, the secret that the gods rely on the belief to obtain divine power, although it has not reached the point of rotten streets, but if it is to say how secret, it is really not necessary.

It's just that faith is formless and insubstantial, and even the demigods who spread faith can't see it, and non-true gods can't see it, so it's the first time he's seen what faith looks like.

"Will the God of Dreams come over this time?" a strong, muscular orc looked boredly at the temple in the distance.

Every night when the temple is opened, they will come over to wait for the rabbit, but it has been half a month, and the dream god has not come once, and he has not even responded to the believers, making him deeply doubt that the dream god will really be attracted to it?

"Don't be in a hurry, be patient. ”

Kirtle, who killed a principality and successfully inherited the throne of the Grand Duke of this world, said lightly, "You can't eat hot bread if you're in a hurry." ”

"I have a hunch that He will come today. A man in a white robe with a hood and his face completely hidden inside his hood tossed a gold coin high and said slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the mage holding the entire staff made of Mithril became angry, "You made a prophecy to the God of Dreams?"

God can't prophesy.

Any prophecy against God will be wrong.

And once someone prophesies about God, the corresponding gods will have a sense of who is predicting themselves, so predicting God is, to a certain extent, equivalent to exposure.

After the mage finished speaking, the others all stared at the white-robed guy with displeasure in their eyes.

If this guy caused the dream god to be vigilant and couldn't live or die, they would have to kill this guy.

"Nope. The white-robed man shook his head, "I just predicted my luck today, and my prophecy told me that my luck today is good." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge light emerged, tearing apart this boundless dark world, illuminating all the strange dreams hidden in the darkness.

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