Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 73: Legend of natural disasters

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"What? Impossible!" Diallo looked incredulous, "What you said is true?"

"It's true!"

It was not the Griffin squad leader, but Wharton, the commander of the Holy Crusader. He nodded expressionlessly, "It's true, the ancient necromancer is so powerful, his weird and terrifying undead magic And the endless attack methods make you hard to defend!"

Speaking, Wharton slowly raised his head, "One hundred thousand years ago, the Holy See was just a small power, and the Necromancer who practiced undead magic was already the largest power on the mainland. , The name of their power is called the Church of Natural Disasters!"

Diallo took a breath and asked, "So, the legend of the Necromancer is true? My lord, where did the news come from?"

Walton paused, "The secret library of Mount Hyjal, before the expedition, I made a special trip to search for books and information about undead magic..."

"The hard work pays off. I finally found these books. It is recorded in the fifth volume of the Elder Scrolls. One hundred thousand years ago, the mainland was ruled by the natural disaster church of the undead. It was unpopular and made the whole continent anger and resentment. Therefore, the Holy See took the lead in resisting and sounded the horn of "jihad", and the war was about to start..."

"The war lasted for seven years. The Holy See finally defeated the natural disaster church, and the mainland ended its dark reign and finally returned to light..."

Everyone listened quietly and didn't breathe for a while. There was no chance to hear about secrets like this in their position.

Wharton's gaze slowly swept across the faces of everyone, and he said in a low voice, "Do you think that the human race is too far apart from the orcs, elves, and monsters?"

No one answered, and their answers were written on their faces. Compared to humans, the elves and the orcs are so much stronger. Like the orcs living in the alpine region, their physical fitness is better than that of humans. How many times, a child of an orc who is only two years old can already beat an adult ordinary human to find teeth. As long as an orc is an adult, he does not need to practice much, and he is already a qualified fighter. Moreover, there are all kinds of orcs. With the same combat skills, strong physical fitness and powerful combat skills, the strength of the orcs is far beyond that of the humans of the same level, not to mention the elves, the super magic talent is hard to come by.

Walton smiled slightly, "According to the records of the Five Elder Scrolls, one hundred thousand years ago, it was this natural disaster church that oppressed the orcs, elves, and beasts so much that no one dared to defy the natural disaster church. Command! The words of the Natural Disaster Church are the will!"

Everyone took a breath of air when they heard that, a human force can actually suppress the orcs, the elves, and the beasts, and let them bow their heads to their orders. How powerful is this?

The talents of the orcs, elves, and monsters are innate. One hundred thousand years ago, they were naturally higher races.

What is a higher race? It is the comparison of the strengths of various races in the same period. The stronger the race, the higher it is. Under the same conditions, a ten-year-old human boy cannot beat a ten-year-old orc boy. This is the natural advantage of the race. Human beings are incomparable to such a lower race.

Generally speaking, the talents of the monsters are the highest, followed by the elves, then the orcs, and the lowest is the humans. It can be said that humans with weak bodies and average elemental affinity have no inherent advantages at all. In contrast, those high The advantage of race is more prominent.

During the time of the Scourge Church 100,000 years ago, human beings of lower races actually suppressed the beasts, elves, and orcs of higher races to such an extent that they could not move. What kind of world was this?

The word suppression can’t be used indiscriminately. In this world where strength is respected, there is no considerable strength. Whatever suppression, it’s fine if you don’t eliminate you. From the general human perspective, there is no advantage at birth. It is impossible for the human race to do this.

The thought flashed through everyone's hearts, "Could it be that the human race 100,000 years ago was also a high-level race?"

After Wharton's words were finished, everyone fell into silence and was deeply shocked to hear this.

"Hehe! What are you worried about?" After a long silence, Diallo actually laughed, but his smile was a little reluctant, "Even if there is any natural disaster church with undead magic, it will not be wiped out by our Holy See. Did it fall?"

Diallo smiled and said, "This does not prove from the side that our Holy See is better than any natural disaster church!"

When Diallo spoke, everyone listened to their ears, and they only felt their expressions relaxed. After all, the Necromancer is their enemy, no matter who it is, it will not feel very comfortable to hear that their enemy is strong.

Diallo looked at Walton, as if asking for his opinion, Walton thought for a while, and sighed, "Diallo, what you said is not unreasonable, as recorded in this ancient scroll There are a lot of things in the middle of the book. Whether these things are facts or not, what happened at that time, there is no way to verify. I have been thinking, is there such a powerful existence in the history of our Holy See?"

Wharton shook his head, "Even in the heyday of our Holy See, we are on the same level as the higher races, far less than the time of the Scourge Church!"

"Uh! This!" Diallo's tone became hesitant, "Perhaps our ancestors were too strong, and we are unsatisfied as descendants! It is said that our human strength is weakened compared to the ancient times. A lot!"

Wharton shook his head, waved his hand and said, "No matter how powerful the natural disaster church and the undead magic are, they can't change the fact that they are heretics, the incarnation of evil, and they stand in justice. The opposite is destined to perish!"

Wharton's eyes jumped with brilliance, "Wherever he escapes, he will be wiped out by us mentally and physically. This is our mission and our mission!"

Some words made everyone excited, everyone stretched out their hands and pressed their chests, knelt on one knee, and said loudly, "Master Jinzun ordered..."

Wharton waved his hand, took a deep breath, and fell abruptly, "Go!"

……

The green grass is faint and the breeze is breezy. After the cold winter has passed, the earth has rejuvenated, and at a glance, it is full of spring.

A simple building suddenly appeared among the green grass.

The mercenary station!

The mercenary station is a place where mercenaries go out to rest and eat. They are generally on the only way to travel between cities. When mercenaries see such buildings, it feels like they have found a home.

Indeed, the mercenaries who have been wandering outside for many years have no fixed place at all. The mercenary station can be said to be a warm home for the mercenaries.

Here are everything they want, exquisite food, comfortable beds, and beautiful women.

"Just rest here!" Ron, who had been walking for a long time, was tired, thirsty and hungry. When he saw a tavern-like place in front of him, a smile appeared on his face and his mood was relieved.

As soon as Ron walked in, a pungent smell of sweat floated over. He fixed his eyes and found that the simple dozen tables inside were almost full of people. It seems that this simple and risky pub is doing well. Ah, Ron thought to himself.

The seats on the first floor were full. Ron found a seat on the second floor and sat down. Not long after, a waiter greeted him and said with a smile, "Hello sir, this is a mercenary. Xiaozhan, what would you like to order?"

Ron ordered a few things randomly, and the waiter noted them down one by one. After a while, he said, "Sir, thank you for five gold coins!"

"Huh! So expensive?" Ron was taken aback by the price quoted by the waiter. As far as he understood, those things were only worth a few silver coins.

Ron was a bit painful and asked immediately, "This...can the price be cheaper?"

The waiter has a professional smile on his face, "I'm sorry, sir, the price of our mercenary station is the same across the continent!"

"That's it!" Ron nodded helplessly, and dropped five gold coins.

"Okay, sir, please take out the mercenary medal and register it!" The waiter took the money and said with a smile.

"Uh, do you need this thing for a meal?" Ron's eyes widened, with an incredible expression on his face, he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have this thing!"

"Oh, it turns out that Mr. is not a mercenary!" When the waiter heard this, his face immediately faded, and he said stiffly, "Then I'm sorry, sir. According to the relevant regulations of our mercenary union, non-mercenaries are Station dining will be charged twice as much. In other words, sir, you need to pay ten gold coins!"

"Huh? A price increase?" Ron almost jumped up when he heard it. Five gold coins are already deadly expensive. Now people who are not mercenaries have to charge twice the price. Alive, this is simply stealing money!

These ten or twenty gold coins are not money at all for some mercenaries. Ron can also afford to consume them, but he has always been thrifty and accustomed to spending a gold coin in half.

The waiter’s face turned cold, and he stubbornly said, “Sir, our mercenary union’s rules are like this. After all, our mercenary station only serves mercenaries, out of humanitarian considerations. , We also accept non-mercenaries to consume here, but the price is twice as expensive, sir, if you don’t plan to dine here, please leave!"

The ground movement here attracted the attention of the surrounding mercenaries. When they saw the waiter at the mercenary station arguing with a non-mercenary person, they swept over with threatening gazes.

"Okay! I'll give it!" Ron helplessly took out ten gold coins from the space bag and threw them on the table. At this time, he was so hungry, no matter how expensive he was, he had to pinch his nose.

Even after receiving the money, the waiter's eyes were still cold, and he was different from the enthusiasm just now. Since knowing that he is not a mercenary, the waiter has not given him a good face.

"Cut, what's so great, isn't it just a mercenary? Sometimes I also do a few and become a mercenary!" Looking at the back of the waiter away, Ron felt indignant.

At this time, an old voice reached his ears.

"Brother, you are good, give me some money!"