It's like a dream, three-broken attack

Chapter Three Breaking 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. But Roger felt relieved. He knew that the orcs could have been assigned to the chaos or dark camp, and was worried that the orcs had some connection with the dark god believed 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. Besides, there are still tens of thousands of elves that are still in the hands of the orcs. These elves could have served the empire as well."

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. You can just do the orc matters and need to talk directly to Sara Wenger."

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

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

Roger thought for a while. He said slowly, "Your Majesty, does the Lord God have an oracle for our actions this time? It will never be for no reason for a sudden rise of such a huge orc empire 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 books that can be found, but there is no divine guide to it. So 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 Earth 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 divine 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 using the power of the Dark 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 it go. Pray to the gods for prophecy at the moment. Not only will it help, but it may 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 that the true destiny is."

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

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 before. He has changed into a short robe that is convenient for movement, and his hunched back is a little straight, and he seems much more energetic than before. But this is just the difference between lifelessness and a little bit of life.

Rogge's eyes fell on a worn suitcase held in the boss's hand. He asked respectfully: "Master General. His Majesty said you will arrange some help in manpower and equipment..."

Sarah Wenger said slowly: "The Empire is fighting everywhere now, and it is not enough staff! I really can't send someone for 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. 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 manager 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 by myself."

“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... I should say it! 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. No matter 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 from the demon clan is very different from that of humans. The temporary temple of the Holy Church in Ludan Port was written by another place. 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 similarities. But the land of elves is plants, while the 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. They seemed flat along the way, but in fact they were not smooth. If the entire back of the Grand Temple was regarded as a huge monster, then the entrance to the carriage was the big mouth of the monster.

Roger respectfully led Sara Wenger through the hall. He 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. But the fat man ignored one thing intentionally or unintentionally, that is, if Feng Yue did not support him. No matter how high his skills are, 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 vulgar man in his bones is no exception.      He is now in power, and there are not many things that can make him vanity.

The fat man had not left the vanity of happiness, and suddenly saw that Sius's smile was a little unnatural, and 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. Long time has passed, time is so fast! Since it is an old friend, there is no need to be so polite. Just call me Xius."

Sara Wenger stared at Xius with turbid eyes and slowly said, "It has been a hundred years since we last met, and it is indeed 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 now called Xius. 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 through the metal 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 back then and took away two things..."

"Four-size." 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 he smiled immediately and said, "Dear Elder Elder, your current name is Seus, I heard it correctly, right? Wuzhuo Novel Network has been a hundred years of words. 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: "Sir, now is not the time to reminisce about the past. Let's do this. I took three things from the imperial palace, except for the dragon-slaying spear that has been damaged, the other two are still there. I will get them to you after the work tonight. "

Sara Wenger sighed and said slowly: "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 tools. But time passes so quickly. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed..."

At this moment, Effie pushed the door open. She might have heard 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 it, Sara Wenger turned his head and stared at Effie. As soon as he contacted the boss's eyes, Effie's whole body immediately shivered. The blood on his face suddenly disappeared, 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 electric light suddenly lit up between the two! The electric light flashed away, and their faces were calm. Neither of them happened to have 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 here is really dangerous for the people of the Church of Light!"

At this time, Dimiro leaned against the sofa and 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 holy ray 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. Everyone has something to say. Let's talk about it after tonight! The orcs in front of him are our common enemy, and they have been dealt with. 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 to be patient 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 beasts that worships the beast gods is also established here. Under 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 in the city. If various large and small war beasts are included as mounts or other purposes, 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 Temple of the Beast on the top of Bimon Peak fully interprets this. It almost occupies the entire peak of 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 stretched out from his palms, betting on the green fire in the altar.

Behind him were more than ten orcs of various races. The equipment worn by these orcs were all 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, have you seen it? Did the beast god bring down an oracle for us? How should we explain the blood and black clouds that suddenly appeared 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 clearly. So from this we can see that there are 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 caused more than 100,000 strong orcs to return to the mountain of the beast god. Do you think the eyes that peeked at us have to do with this?" Wuzhuo Novel Network does not jump to the words.

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: "High Priest... You know how huge it takes to awaken the prophet of the earth, and if all the guards of the doomsday were released, we probably don't 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.

The gust of wind was very gentle, so soft that it only made the flames that jumped torch sway slightly. However, the power contained in it was extremely violent, so violent that it silently flew the entire roof of the sacrificial hall!
Chapter completed!