Blasphemy: 3 broken number

Chapter 3 Breaking Attack "Stupid orcs were originally the lowest level among the servants of the Lord of Darkness in this plane. As for goblins and dwarfs who believe in darkness, they cannot be regarded as servants of the Lord of Darkness at all. Now The orcs in the western part of the continent still abide by the creed of the Lord God, but the orcs in the Central Mountain Range have abandoned the faith of the Lord God of Darkness. Judging from your report, they actually want the world to recognize their ridiculous wisdom."

The deep voice of Emperor Feuerbach echoed in the study, and the slightly sarcastic and cold tone seemed to make the temperature of the study drop a little. But Rogge was relieved. He knew that the orcs could originally be classified into the chaos or dark camp, and he was originally worried that the orcs had something to do with the dark **** that the emperor believed in. Now it seems that the huge new orc empire in the Central Mountains has broken away from the dark camp.

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

"Your Majesty, judging from the rescued elves, the orcs must be holding a major ceremony in the orc palace. I think now is the time to teach these dirty and stupid guys a lesson. Not to mention there are a few more Thousands of elves 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 there is plenty of time. Just leave it to you to deal with the orcs. If you need anything, talk to Sarah Winger directly. ."

Roger hesitated for a moment and hesitated to speak.

Feuerbach said: "If you have anything to say, just say it. The Lord of Darkness is very tolerant."

Rogg thought for a while and said slowly: "Your Majesty, does the Lord God have any oracle for our actions this time? The sudden rise of such a huge orc empire in the Central Mountains is definitely not for no reason. , I think there must be a huge force behind the beasts, and it is not impossible that there is even a **** standing behind them. I tried my best to find out the location of the Beast Temple, but I am afraid that there is something hidden in the Beast Temple. Some powerful existences. During this period of time, theologians in the church have searched all the references they can find, but there are no references that can clearly explain what kind of **** the beast **** is. So in order to make sure, I wonder if the Lord of Darkness can give me some more guidance."

Feuerbach closed the book in his hand, stood up, and walked to the imperial map hanging on the wall. Although there is an indescribable dark aura hidden in his body, his right leg is still lame, and the marks left by the war have not disappeared due to the possession of dark divine power.

The emperor pointed to a grassland to the 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, The emperors of the past generations expanded a small tribe into the current large empire without resorting to the power of the Dark 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 this is Since you want to do something, then go ahead and do it. Asking gods for prophecies when things are about to happen will not only not help, but may also affect your beliefs. You must know that any prophecy can only see part of your destiny until the end. When the moment comes, no one can actually know what the real fate is."

Feuerbach walked up to Rogge, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "God is not omnipotent. You should handle this matter well!"

After coming out of the emperor's study, Roger was led by the waiter to a side hall, waiting for the old manager. The fat man was thinking about how to ask Sara Winger for help when the door opened and the old manager walked in silently.

Roger stood up and looked at the old manager with a look of surprise on his face.

Today's old manager's attire is different from before. He has put on a short robe that is convenient for movement. His rickety back is straighter and he looks much more energetic than before. But this is the difference between lifeless and slightly animated.

Roger's eyes fell on an old suitcase held by the old steward, and he asked respectfully: "Master Steward, Your Majesty said that you will arrange some help for me in terms of manpower and equipment..."

Sara Winger said slowly: "The empire is currently fighting everywhere and is short of manpower! I really can't send anyone to you..."

"As for the equipment..." Rogge's face remained respectful.

"No."

"But..." Rogge did not expect that the old manager would refuse so simply and neatly. He still felt a little unwilling to give up, staring at the suitcase in Sarah Winger's hand. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sense any magic in this box.

The old manager still refused to die and said: "This is not a trivial matter. Since His Majesty asked me to assist you, I can't worry about others, so I have to run it myself."

"You mean you want to attend in person?"

Roger didn't believe his ears, so he asked in silence. But then his face lit up, and he 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 losing his composure, the boss couldn't help but smile on his deadwood-like face. Regardless of whether it is true or not, this flattery is still very useful.

"Lord Rogge, I'm ready, let's set off now."

Rogge said hurriedly: "Okay! Mr. Steward, please come with me. We will set off from the Great Temple of the Holy Church tonight."

Miro was versatile, and he was also a master in architectural design. However, being born in the demon clan, his understanding of design, decoration and materials is very different from that of humans. The temporary temple of the Holy Church in Ludan Port was created by him. The design in many places is wonderful, while in other places it is extremely weird. In many structures, Milo used a creature from the demon world that grew extremely quickly to replace the masonry and civil structures commonly used by humans.

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

Roger and the old steward rode a carriage and entered the back of the great temple from the side. The carriage passed through two magic circles before stopping. Their journey seemed smooth, but in fact it was anything but smooth. If the entire rear part of the Grand Temple is viewed as a huge monster, then the entrance to the carriage is the mouth of the monster.

Roger respectfully led Sarah Winger through the rooms and into a luxuriously decorated hall. There are four or five sets of sofas scattered in the hall, which are extremely luxurious and comfortable. At this time, all the powerful people on Rogge's side have gathered here. As soon as Rogge and Sara Winger came in, everyone's eyes were focused on them.

Looking at the strong people in the room, Rogge couldn't help but feel secretly proud. At this moment, the strength of everyone in the room has reached the same level as when Feng Yue led many powerful men to come before him that day!

No matter how many people will be at his mercy after tonight, being able to gather so many powerful people together at this moment is a testament to Rogge's ability. However, Fatty ignored one thing intentionally or unintentionally, that is, without Fengyue supporting him, no matter how sophisticated he was, how many people would be willing to obey his orders?

Roger was secretly intoxicated. In recent years, Fatty's strength has greatly increased, and his scheming has become deeper and deeper. But everyone has vanity, and Rogge, a layman at heart, is certainly no exception. It's just that he is so powerful now that there aren't many things that can make him vain.

The fat man had not left the vain happiness when he suddenly saw that Hughes's smile was a little unnatural, and he seemed not to be moving, but in fact his body was moving quietly, as if he wanted to exit the hall.

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

Sius, who had always been calm, suddenly seemed a little embarrassed and helpless at this moment. He smiled bitterly and said: "It turns out to be Supervisor Sarah Winger. I haven't seen you for a long time. Time flies so fast! Since we are meeting old friends, there is no need to You're welcome, just call me Hughes."

Sara Winger stared at Hughes with a pair of cloudy eyes, and said slowly: "It has been a hundred years since we last met. It is indeed a long time. Elves with long lives are really enviable. , you don’t look much older now than you did a hundred years ago, and I have become an old man who can hardly 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 now called Xiu Si, very good, very good."

At this moment, all the eyes of the strong men in the room fell on Hughes.

Under these eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate gold and stone, Hughes could only smile bitterly and said: "Sir Sarawenge, I think you must have remembered it wrong. I did enter the imperial palace several times back then, and I also Two things were taken away..."

"Four things." Sarah Winger said eerily.

"No, there are only three things!" Hughes did not give in this time and insisted: "And no matter it was then or now, my power has never been able to enter the holy realm. Even if I have the Bow of the Elf King in my hand, I will never be able to do so. Maybe one arrow can kill the dragon."

The wrinkles on Sarawenge'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, nor an ordinary dragon, that is The thousand-year-old dark dragon guarding the imperial palace! With just one arrow, it penetrated the dragon's skull!"

"That can't be me!" Hughes denied.

"Okay!" Sarah Winger unexpectedly did not insist, but he then smiled and said: "Dear Elf Elder, your current name is Hughes, did I hear you correctly? One hundred years I didn’t expect that when I was about to die, I finally knew the true name of the king of the dark world. I heard that you were in the Chikinako Mountains..."

Compared with Hughes's elegant and unrestrained smile, Sarawenge's old face was like a dead tree in winter. His smile was a bit miserable, but the lethality of his words was obviously extraordinary.

Xius immediately stopped him and said with a wry smile: "Master Manager, now is not the time to reminisce about the past. Well, the three things I took from the Imperial Palace back then, except for the Dragon-Slaying Spear, have been damaged. , the other two are still there. After tonight’s work is done, I will go get them and return them to you.”

Sarah Winger sighed and said slowly: "Since you can **** them from my guard, these things should belong to you. The empire is strong and does not lack these artifacts. It's just that time has passed. It went so fast, a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye..."

At this moment, Eiffel pushed the door open and entered. She may have happened to hear Sarah Winger's last words, and immediately said: "The time to leave has come, don't be busy reminiscing about the past, you go back quickly!"

As if sensing something, Sarah Winger turned her head and stared at Eiffel. As soon as she made eye contact with the old manager, Eiffel's whole body immediately trembled, the blood drained from her face in an instant, and she took a few steps back involuntarily.

A tall figure suddenly appeared behind Eiffel. He took two steps forward, blocked Eiffel behind him, and used his body to block Sarah Winger's gaze. There was a faint glaze-like halo on this man's face. He was not angry but confident. He was none other than Constantine.

Sarah Winger and Constantine looked at each other, and a small but strong electric light suddenly lit up between them! The lightning flashed away, and their faces were calm, as if nothing happened.

Sara Winger suddenly laughed twice and said: "My visit this time is really worth it! I didn't expect to see the light master who believes in the Supreme God here. With your magic power, I will definitely be in the light If there is a high-ranking official in the church, it should be at least a cardinal. But this place is really dangerous for people from the Church of Light!"

At this time, Milo, who was leaning on the sofa, also laughed twice maliciously.

Constantine's eyes passed over the people in the hall one by one, his face became more and more solemn, and the sacred power condensed in his body continued to increase. Under the intense radiance of the Holy Light within his body, his skin began to become transparent.

Seeing that the situation was a bit strange, Rogge laughed, then strode forward and said: "It's getting late. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after tonight! The orcs in front of us are our common enemies. We have to deal with them. , we have plenty of time to learn martial arts and compete in magic!"

Although Rogge did not say it explicitly, most people in the hall suddenly remembered that the person waiting on the other side of the magic circle had never been very patient and was quite difficult to mess with.

Finally, all the powerful men got up together and entered the teleportation magic circle set up next door.

The vast night shrouded the entire central mountain range, and tonight's night was like water, unknowingly seeping into the Beast Temple that stood high on the top of Behemoth Peak.

Behemoth Peak towers into the clouds, shaped like Behemoth, an ancient behemoth that can survive thousands of years in orc legends, hence its name. The Beast Temple to worship the beast **** was also built here. Under the Behemoth Peak, the capital of the Orc Empire was built on the peak. From the point of view of the orcs, this city is already extremely prosperous, spectacular and grand, with more than half a million orcs of various races living in the city. If you include various large and small war beasts used as mounts or for other purposes, the number has already exceeded one million.

Everything in the orc capital seems so orderly, it is hard to imagine that this is a place where the orcs, who are known for their chaos and bloodthirsty, gather.

Although the orc buildings are rough, they are tall and strong. The Beast Temple, which stands on the top of Behemoth Peak, fully explains this point. It occupies almost the entire top of Behemoth Peak, and the highest main hall is more than fifty meters high. Judging from the scale alone, it is more like a huge castle than a temple.

There is a huge altar on the top floor of the main hall. Different from the warm and bright firelight of the torches on the four walls, green is the main color of the altar that never extinguishes the holy fire all year round.

Kneeling in front of the altar was a figure wearing a heavy sacrificial robe. He wears a strange high crown, and his priestly robes are decorated with feathers, skulls, gems and magic crystals. He stretched his hands forward, and two pale green flames extended from the palms of his hands, pouring into the green fire of the altar.

Behind him stood more than ten orcs of various races. The equipment worn by these orcs are all rare magic equipment, and they all exude powerful auras with different characteristics. If these orcs appeared in a human country, the most surprising thing might be the light of wisdom in their eyes.

There was silence in the sacrificial hall, and many orcs stood there holding their breath, fearing that their heavy breathing would disturb the meditating high priest.

As time went by, the light of the torch 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 concentrated orcs did not notice this.

The high priest suddenly let out a roar that was almost hoarse, and the flame extending from his hand jumped a few times and then went out. He stood up straight, thought for a moment, and finally turned around slowly. A particularly tall centaur took a step forward and asked uneasily: "Wise High Priest Ogenheile, what did you see? Did the beast **** give us an oracle? How should we explain the sudden change in the prophecy pool? The rising blood and black clouds?"

A troll on one side also said: "High Priest, this ominous sign has been circulating among the tribesmen, and the headhunters of several tribes have already become agitated."

High Priest Ogen Heller looks different from ordinary orcs. He is much thinner, with a faint shadow of an elf in his face. His eyebrows and hair have turned gray, and large drops of sweat are flowing down the wrinkles on his face.

The high priest took the staff beside him with his withered hand, looked around at the orc leaders of various races in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Since the prophecy pool was contaminated by blood and black mist, I spent seven days trying my best to I tried my best to see a bit of the future. But the picture I saw was too messy and I couldn't see any signs from it! According to the code of the beast god, when this happens, it means that a powerful prophet is also observing Looking at the future related to this sign. When two prophets are paying attention to the same fate, their soul eyes will interfere with each other, and no one can see the real future clearly. So it can be seen that there is a pair of powerful and dangerous The eyes are watching us!"

The orc leaders whispered for a while, and then a half-orc priest asked: "Wise High Priest, the last plague brought hundreds of thousands of strong orcs back to the Mountain of Beast God. Do you think these pairs of beasts are peeping at us? Do the eyes have something to do with this?"

Ogenheiler sighed and said: "We orcs are not naturally good at magic, so my gaze is not much farther than yours. In order to get rid of primitiveness, ignorance and chaos, all our tribes have paid for the power of magic. Too much price. Alas, even so, the magical power we can control is far, far behind our enemies, humans and elves..."

Before he finished speaking, Augenheller suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a small beast was tearing wildly at his heart!

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

Although Ogenheiler was hoarse, the faces of the orc leaders showed surprise and fear. Finally, the centaur asked: "High Priest... Do you know how much it costs to awaken the earth prophet? If all those doomsday guards are released, we may not have the power to take them back."

Oggen Heller strangled his own throat with all his strength, and then he was able to roar: "Look... the torch! If you don't... go quickly!"

The orc leaders looked around ~IndoMTL.com~ and were shocked to find that the main hall had fallen into darkness at some point. The hundreds of torches on the walls were like candles in the thick fog, it was extremely dark!

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

It wasn't until all the orcs had left that the high priest could breathe again. Oggenheile slowly turned to the altar, fell to the ground, and began to pray in a low voice.

"Great Beast God! Have the dark gods already come to punish us? But now we have sensed your existence. Under your guidance, the beasts have prospered today and have saved thousands of lives. The fate of being slaughtered by humans, elves and dwarves like wild beasts for years! Even in the face of the wrath of the dark gods, your most devout believers will not abandon their faith..."

The low prayers of the high priest echoed in the hall.

A breeze suddenly blew in the sacrificial hall.

This gust of wind was very gentle, so gentle that it only caused the jumping flame of the torch to sway slightly. However, the power contained in it was extremely violent, so violent that it silently lifted off the entire roof of the sacrificial hall!