Chapter 3: Break the attack

"The stupid orcs were originally the lowest level among the servants of the Dark Lord in this plane. As for the little things that believe in darkness, such as goblins and underground dwarfs, they cannot be regarded as servants of the Lord God at all. Now the orcs in the western part of the continent still adhere to the creed of the Lord God, but the orcs in the Central Mountains have turned against the faith of the Dark Lord God. Judging from your report, they actually want the world to recognize their ridiculous wisdom."

Emperor Feuerbach's deep voice echoed in the study, and his slightly sarcastic tone seemed to make the temperature of the study drop a little. However, Roger felt relieved. He knew that the orcs could have been classified as a chaos or dark camp, and was worried that the orcs had some connection with the dark god believed in by the emperor. Now it seems that the huge new orc empire in the Central Mountains has left the dark camp.

Leaving the darkness, do the orcs want to find light? Roger suddenly felt that this conclusion was a bit funny.

"Your Majesty, judging from the few elves that have been saved, the orcs must be holding major rituals in the Orcs' Hall. I think it should be time to teach these dirty and stupid guys a lesson. Moreover, there are tens of thousands of elves that are still in the hands of the orcs. These elves could have served the empire."

The emperor pondered for a moment and finally said, "It will take two months to open the passage to the south, and it is very time-consuming. Just do the orc matters, and you can just talk to Sara Wenger about what you need."

Roger hesitated for a moment, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Feuerbach said: "If you have something to say, the Lord of Darkness is very tolerant."

Roger thought for a while and said slowly: "Your Majesty, does the Lord God have any oracles for our actions this time? It will never be for no reason for such a huge orc empire suddenly rising in the Central Mountains. I think there must be a very huge force behind the orcs, and it is not impossible for a god to stand behind them. I tried my best to find out the location of the Beast Temple, but I was afraid that there would be some powerful existences hidden in the Beast Temple. During this period, theologians in the church have searched all the divine materials that can be found, but there is no divine material that can clearly tell what kind of divine God the Beast God is. So in order to ensure that, I don't know if the Dark Lord God can give me more guidance."

Feuerbach closed the book in his hand, stood up, and walked to the map of the Empire hanging on the wall. Although there was an indescribable darkness hidden on his body, his right leg was still lame, and the mark left by the war did not disappear because of his possession of the power of darkness.

The Emperor pointed to a grassland west of the imperial capital and said, "We believe in God, but we should not rely on it. You see, the empire originated from a small tribe on this grassland. For hundreds of years, emperors of all generations have expanded a small tribe to the current great empire without the help of the power of the Lord God. Although every generation of kings is the most loyal believer of the Lord God. Faith brings us only faith and courage, nothing else! So since you want to do this, let go. When things come, pray to the gods for prophecy, it will not only help but also affect your own beliefs. You must know that any prophecy can only see part of your destiny. Until the final moment comes, no one can know what the real destiny is."

Feuerbach walked to Rogue, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "God is not omnipotent. You can do this!"

After coming out of the Emperor's study, Roger came down to a side hall under the guidance of the waiter, waiting for the boss. The fat man was thinking about how to ask Sara Wenger for help. When the door opened, the boss walked in silently.

Roger stood up and looked at the boss, looking surprised.

Today's boss's outfit is different from the past. He has put on a short robe that is convenient for movement, his hunched back is a little straight, and he seems much more energetic than before. However, this is just the difference between lifelessness and a little vitality.

Roger's eyes fell on a worn suitcase held in the boss's hand, and asked respectfully: "Sir, Master, Your Majesty said you will arrange some help in manpower and equipment for me..."

Sarah Wenger said slowly: "The Empire is fighting everywhere now, and it is not enough staff! I really can't send anyone to you..."

"Then in terms of equipment..." Roger remained respectfully on his face.

"No."

"But..." Roger did not expect that the boss would refuse so frankly, and he was still a little unwilling to give up and stared at the suitcase in Sara Wenger's hand. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense any magical aura in the box.

The boss still said undyingly: "This is not a trivial matter. Since Your Majesty asked me to help you, I can't rest assured that others will have to run away once."

“You mean you want to attend in person?”

Roger didn't believe his ears and asked in a loss of voice. But he immediately showed joy and rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "This... what should I say! I really didn't expect it, I didn't expect it! Haha, haha!"

Seeing Rogge lose his composure, the boss's face was like a dead tree. Whether it is true or false, this flattery is still very useful.

"Sir Roger, I'm ready, let's go now."

Roger hurriedly said, "Okay! Master, please come with me. We will set out from the Great Temple of the Holy Church tonight."

Miro is versatile and his attainments in architectural design are also a master. However, his understanding of design, decoration and materials, which is from the demon race, is very different from that of humans. The temporary temple of the Holy Church in Ludan Port was his work. The designs in many places are wonderful, while others are extremely strange. In many structures, Miro uses a creature from the demon world and grows very rapidly to replace the brick, stone, and civil and wooden structure commonly used by the human race.

In this regard, elves and demons have something in common, except that elves use plants, while demons use monsters.

Roger and the boss took a carriage and entered the back of the Grand Temple directly from the side. The whole carriage passed through two magic circles before stopping. Their journey seemed flat, but in fact it was not a smooth road. If the entire back of the Grand Temple was regarded as a huge monster, then the entrance of the carriage was the big mouth of the monster.

Roger respectfully led Sara Wenger through the hall and walked into a luxuriously decorated hall. Four or five sets of sofas were placed on the ground in the hall, which was extremely luxurious and comfortable. At this time, all the strong men on Roger's side had gathered here. As soon as Roger and Sara Wenger came in, everyone's eyes were betting on it.

Seeing the strong people in the room, Roger couldn't help but feel proud. At this moment, everyone in the room was so strong that they were catching up with the moment when Feng Yue led many strong people to come in front of him!

No matter how many people he will follow his mercy after tonight, it is enough to gather so many strong people together at this moment. However, the fat man ignored one thing intentionally or unintentionally, that is, if Feng Yue did not support him, no matter how high his skills were, how many people would be willing to obey him?

Roger was secretly intoxicated. In recent years, the fat man's strength has increased greatly and his scheming has become deeper and deeper. But everyone has a vanity, and of course, the ordinary person in Roger is no exception. However, he is now in power, and there are not many things that can make him vain.

The fat man had not left the vanity of happiness, and suddenly saw that Sius's smile was a little unnatural. He seemed to have not moved, but in fact his body was moving quietly, as if he wanted to exit the hall.

At this moment, Sara Wenger spoke: "I really didn't expect to meet here! How should I call you now, the respected elf elder?"

Xius, who had always been calm, suddenly seemed a little embarrassed and helpless at this moment, and said with a wry smile: "It turns out to be General Manager Sara Wenger. It's been a long time since we haven't seen each other. Time flies so fast! Since it's an old friend, there's no need to be so polite. Just call me Xius."

Sara Wenger stared at Xius with his turbid eyes and slowly said, "It has been a hundred years since we last met, and it has been a long time. The elves with a long life are really enviable. Now it seems that you are not much older than a hundred years ago, and I have become an old man who can't walk. It turns out that the king of the dark world a hundred years ago, the elf killer who once pierced the dragon with one arrow is Xius now, very good, very good."

At this moment, the eyes of the powerful men in the room all fell on Seus again.

Under these gazes that seemed to penetrate the gold and stone, Seus could only smile bitterly and said, "Mr. Saraweng, I think you must have remembered it wrong. I did go to the imperial palace several times and took away two things..."

"Four-like." Sara Wenger said gloomyly.

"No, there are only three!" Xius did not make any concessions this time and insisted: "And whether it was back then or now, my power could never enter the holy realm. Even with the Elf King's bow in his hand, it would be impossible to shoot the dragon clan with one arrow."

The wrinkles on Sara Wenger's face seemed to be emitting a faint black air, and his voice became even colder: "You are right. That is not an ordinary dragon clan, nor an ordinary giant dragon. It is the thousand-year-old dark dragon guarding the imperial palace! Only one arrow, one arrow penetrates the dragon skull!"

"That's absolutely impossible!" Sius denied it.

"Okay!" Sara Wenger unexpectedly did not insist, but then he smiled and said, "Dear Elder Elder, your current name is Seus, I heard it right? It's been a hundred years, and I didn't expect that when I was about to die, I finally knew the real name of the King of the Dark World. I heard that you were in the Qiqinake Mountains back then..."

Compared with Seus' elegant and graceful smile, Sara Wenger's old face looked like a dead tree in the cold winter. His smile was a bit terrible, but the lethality of his words was obviously extraordinary.

Xius immediately stopped his words and said with a wry smile: "Master General, now is not the time to reminisce. Let's do this. Except for the three things I took from the imperial palace, except for the Dragon Slaying Spear, the other two are still there. After the matter tonight, I will take them back to you."

Sara Wenger sighed and slowly said, "Since you can steal them from my guards, these things should belong to you. The empire is strong and there is no shortage of these magical artifacts. But time passes so fast, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

At this moment, Effie pushed the door open. She might have happened to hear Sara Wenger's last words and immediately said: "It's time to set off, don't be busy reminiscing about the past, you can go and go back!"

As if he sensed something, Sara Wenger turned his head and stared at Effie. As soon as he contacted the boss's eyes, Effieer's whole body immediately shivered, and his face suddenly turned blood and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

A tall figure suddenly appeared behind Effier. He took two steps forward, blocking Effier behind him, and blocking Sara Wenger's gaze with his body. A glazed halo faintly appeared on the man's face, and he was powerful without anger. It was Constantine.

Sara Wenger and Constantine looked at each other for a moment, and a small and strong light suddenly lit up between the two! The lightning flashed away, and their faces were calm, as if nothing had happened.

Sara Wenger suddenly laughed twice and said, "I'm really worth it this time! I didn't expect to see the Great Master of Light who believes in the Supreme God here. With your magic power, you must have a higher position in the Church of Light, at least you should be a cardinal. But this place is really dangerous for the people of the Church of Light!"

At this time, Miro, who was leaning against the sofa, smiled twice without any intention.

Constantine's eyes flew over the people in the hall one by one, his face becoming more and more solemn, and the sacred power condensed in his body was increasing. Under the extremely strong sacred rays in his body, his skin began to become transparent.

Seeing that the situation was a little strange, Roger laughed, then strode forward and said, "It's getting late. What do you have to say after tonight! The orcs in front of him are our common enemies. After solving them, we have time to compete in martial arts and magic!"

Although Roger did not say it explicitly, most people in the hall suddenly remembered that the person waiting on the other end of the magic circle was never good at patience and was quite difficult to mess with.

Finally, the powerful men joined together and entered the teleportation magic array set up next door.

The vast night enveloped the entire central mountain range. Tonight's night was like water, and it unknowingly penetrated into the temple of the Beast that stood tall on the top of Bimon Peak.

Bimon Peak towers into the clouds, shaped like the ancient giant Bemon, which can survive thousands of years in the legend of Orcs, and is named after it. The temple of beast gods that worships the beast gods is also established here. At Bimon Peak, the capital of the Orc Empire is built on the peak. From the orcs' point of view, this city is already extremely prosperous, spectacular and grand. There are more than 500,000 orcs of various races living in the city. If various large and small war beasts are included as mounts or other uses, it has already exceeded one million.

Everything in the Orc Capital seemed well organized, and it was hard to imagine that this would be a place where orcs, known for their chaos and bloodthirst, gathered.

Although the orcs' buildings are rough, they are tall and strong. The Beast Temple, which lies on the top of Bimon Peak, fully interprets this point. It almost occupies the entire Bimon Peak, and the highest main hall is more than fifty meters high. From the scale alone, it is not so much a temple as it is a huge castle.

A huge altar is arranged on the top floor of the main hall. Unlike the warm and bright flames of torches on the four walls, turquoise is the main color of the altar that never extinguishes the holy fire all year round.

Kneeled in front of the altar, a figure wearing a thick sacrificial robe. He wore a strange-looking crown, and the sacrificial robe was decorated with feathers, skulls, gems and magic crystals. He stretched his hands forward, and two light green flames extended from his palms, betting on the green fire of the altar.

Behind him were more than ten orcs of various races. The equipment worn by these orcs were rare magical equipment, and they all exuded a powerful aura with different traits. If these orcs appeared in the human country, the most surprising thing might be the light of wisdom in their eyes.

The sacrificial hall was silent, and many orcs stood there with their breath, fearing that their breathing was too heavy, which disturbed the high priest who was meditating.

As time passed, the torch light in the sacrificial hall became weaker and weaker, and the hall gradually became darker. It seemed that night had penetrated into the temple, but the concentration of the orcs did not notice this.

The high priest suddenly let out a roar that was close to the top of his lungs, and the flames extending in his hand leaped for a few seconds and then extinguished. He stood up straight, thought for a moment, and finally turned slowly. A particularly tall centaur took a step forward and asked uneasily: "Smart Master Ogenheller, what have you seen? Did the beast god bring us an oracle? How should we explain the sudden blood and black clouds in the prophecy pool?"

A troll on the side also said, "Grand Priest, this unknown sign has been circulating among the tribe's people, and the headhunters of several tribes have become irritated."

The high priest Ogenheller looked different from an ordinary orc. He was much thinner, and there was a little bit of the shadow of an elf in his face. His eyebrows and mane had turned gray, and big drops of sweat were flowing down the wrinkles on his face.

The high priest took the staff beside him with his hand, looked around the orc leaders of various races in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Since the prophecy pool was polluted by blood and black fog, I took seven days and tried my best to see a little future. But the picture I saw was too messy and I could not see any signs from it! According to the code of the Beast God, this situation shows that a powerful prophet is also observing the future related to this sign. When the two prophets were paying attention to the same fate, their soul eyes would interfere with each other, and no one could see the real future. So from this we can see that there was a pair of powerful and dangerous eyes looking at us!"

The orc leaders whispered, and then a half-orc priest asked: "The wise high priest, the last plague brought more than 100,000 strong orcs back to the mountain of the beast god. Do you think the eyes that peeked at us have to do with this?"

Ogenhell sighed and said, "We orcs are naturally not good at magic, so my eyes are not much higher than you. In order to get rid of primitiveness, ignorance and chaos, our tribes have paid too much for obtaining the power of magic. Alas, even so, the magic power we can master is too far worse than our enemies, human races and elves..."

Before he finished speaking, Ogenhell suddenly felt a severe pain in his chest, as if a small beast was biting his heart wildly!

The high priest suddenly raised his head, and light green blood began to flow out of the corners of his mouth. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "This... is the most dangerous omen! Go... wake up the prophet of the earth! Then release all... all the doomsday... the doomsday guards! Go!"

Although Ogenheller was hoarse, the orc leaders showed surprise and fear on their faces. Finally, the Centaur asked: "The High Priest...you know how huge it will cost to awaken the prophet of the earth. If the guards of the doomsday are released, we may not have the power to take them back."

Ogenheller tried his best to hold his throat, and then he was able to roar: "Look... the torch! Why don't you... go quickly!"

The orc leaders looked around and were shocked to find that the hall had been in the darkness at some point. The hundreds of torches on the four walls were like candles in the thick fog, extremely dark!

The orc leaders flocked out of the sacrificial hall and began to carry out Aughenheer's orders.

The high priest gasped until all the orcs had left. Ogenhell slowly turned to the altar, fell to the ground, and prayed in a low voice.

"Great Beast God! Have the Dark Gods come to punish us? But now we have sensed your existence. Under your guidance, the orcs have achieved today's prosperity and have avoided the fate of being slaughtered by humans, elves and dwarves for thousands of years as if they were slaughtered wild animals! Even in the face of the angry divine punishment of the Dark Gods, your most devout believers will not betray their faith..."

The high priest's deep prayer echoed in the hall.

A breeze suddenly blew from the sacrificial hall.
Chapter completed!