It's like a dream, chapter five reminiscing

Chapter Five Reminiscence

In a warm darkness, there was finally a little light. The spot gradually widened, and a smiling face appeared in it.

Ogenheller slowly opened his eyes with a loud voice. He was still very uncomfortable with the strong light around him, and it took him a long time to distinguish the surrounding scenery.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice came from the orc priest's ear. He tried hard to recall where he had heard this voice, but his thoughts were still very dazed, as if floating in the clouds and fog.

He wanted to move, but found that the feeling coming from his body was just blank. He wanted to breathe, and a cold sensation surged into his throat, completely blocking his throat. Ogenheller was a little surprised. He could not breathe, but because he was not feeling stuffy yet?

The familiar voice said again: "It seems you are not very adaptable yet, but everything will be fine soon, respected Ogenheller High Priest."

The high priest turned his eyes to the source of the sound. After staring at the speaker for a few minutes, his extremely slow thinking remembered that he had seen this fat man in front of the Cub Training Hall. Then, the raging fire, the collapsed temple, and the orcs who were among the fire flashed through his mind one by one.

The instinctive anger made Ogenheller want to raise his left hand and use the powerful magic recorded in the magic book to solve the opponent. But his left arm had no feeling at all. He wanted to wave the staff of his right hand again. His usual staff was accompanied by a powerful curse skill, but the feeling of his right hand was also nothing.

In the end, the priest who was burned by anger wanted to pounce forward again. He bit his opponent's neck with his sharp fangs.

His fangs were still there, but he could only think about the jumping and pounce in his heart, and his body was completely unresponsive.

The fat man smiled and said, "It seems that you are beginning to remember some past events, but you still don't understand the current situation. Well, I think you will roughly understand this way."

A magic mirror appeared in front of Ogenheller.

The Great Saint in the mirror only had one head, standing strangely in the crystal tray. His light green skin was covered with a thick gray color, and his entire neck was soaked in a gray-black **** that was ten centimeters deep. The **** in the tray emitted a strong stench. It was like the corpse liquid of some kind of creature, and even the Great Saint felt that there was nothing to smell the orc body odor.

However, what surprised the great priest the most was that he was still alive and could live in this form!

"Don't be surprised, because I am a necromancer with a low level. The existence of life in a special form is the essence of necromancer magic. "The fat man with kind face seemed to know that the high priest was thinking about it, and directly answered the question in his heart, and then said, "My name is Roger. You may have heard of me, and you may not know my existence at all. But there is no problem. I think we can have a good talk now. Ah, I almost forgot to water you so that you can feel more comfortable and your thinking can be faster."

While speaking, Roger took a copper pot and poured a little water rich in magic and life on Aogenheir's head. The power contained in the water quickly penetrated into the skin of the Great Saint, making him feel energetic and his thinking became much faster.

Roger sat in front of Ogenheller with a smile. He said, "We have many topics to talk about, such as the history of the Orc Empire, or you can also talk about the Earth Prophet and the Beast God. I'm also interested if you're willing to explain the magic you use or the plan to educate the little Orcs."

The orc priest has recovered a lot of his mind, and he said coldly: "You killed all my children."

"It's just each other. There are at least 150,000 land elves in the Green Sea who died at the hands of orcs, right? There are many words on Wuzhuo Novel Network."

Ogenheller roared: "Before the Earth Prophet brings us the guidance of the beast god. All the orcs in the Central Mountains are the objects of the Green Sea Elves' slaughter!"

Roger smiled and said, "But as far as I know, orcs have always attacked the elves' territory first."

Ogenheller opened his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "That's because the elves occupied the richest forests and occupied the best water source! The food in the central mountains is very limited. Every winter, there will always be hungry orc tribes who eat up all the food stored. They have no choice but to attack the elves territory. We orcs do have the right to choose to die in battle or starve to death! The orcs have no history recorded in writing before, so I don't know whether this situation lasted for hundreds or thousands of years. Fortunately, the great beast god of earth brought us wisdom. It also gave us the opportunity to create an empire and change the fate of being bullied by elves for thousands of years."

Roger listened carefully and asked, "How did the beast god descend the oracle? How did the prophet of the earth open your wisdom and enable orcs to use magic?"

"The oracle of the Beast God..." Ogenheller suddenly woke up and unconsciously regarded Rogge as a friend for many years. Before he knew it, he had already revealed too many secrets to the irreconcilable enemy in front of him. He immediately stopped his mouth and said angrily to Rogge: "Don't even think about bringing out any orc secrets from my mouth!"

Roger smiled slightly, stood up, and said, "Well, since you don't want to say it, I'm not polite.   The Beast God cannot bless you in my place.  I will let you fully understand that even a necromancer can do something.  Before you, I have met many people with pious beliefs and strong will, but all the souls cannot last for more than a week in the fire of the undead.   Dear Ogenhell, I hope you can break this record.   I am very patient. As long as I can dig out all your memories, I don't mind waiting for half a month or a month."

He picked up the tray containing the head of the Great Saint, walked into the magic laboratory beside him, and put it into the magic circle on the stage. The invisible and colorless flame of death spurted out from the three gray gems in the magic circle and began to burn Ogenhell's head.

Looking at Ogenhell's twisted face, Roger said to him lightly: "Dear Great Sacrifice. I think there are two things I forgot to tell you. The first is that the beast god you believe in does not exist at all; the second is that there are some orcs who have been led by wisdom that night survived. They will naturally become the leaders of the remaining orcs, and every once in a while, I will send killers to inspect the orc tribes in the Central Mountains and extend their warmest greetings to these outstanding leaders.

Roger closed the door of the laboratory and rushed to the chapel of the Grand Temple. On that afternoon, he had to preside over a religious ceremony for hundreds of special believers. The reason why these believers are special is not because of how pious they believe. But because they are all powerful, powerful, or important children in a noble family, many of them are young people who have outstanding talents in one aspect, although they are of low origins.

The fat man knew that although these people shouted that all believers were equal before the Supreme Goddess Audreh, everyone regarded themselves very high, and what they said and thought was completely different from what they thought. If they were really allowed to enjoy the same treatment as ordinary believers, they would probably have started a fuss long ago.

The fat man knows how to deal with such a guy.

Every time, he or Mora would preside over a ceremony for these believers. The decorations during the ceremony were extremely luxurious.

Moreover, although the style of speech and preaching of Morra and Roger is different, they are both very popular. The eternal theme of Morra's preaching is the belief in the goddess, unconditional and absolute belief. Since the two religions were united, Morra has become more and more holy and outspoken, like the only clear spring in the turbid world. She has a great appearance and will consciously or unconsciously activate natural charm every time she preaches, so her thrilling aspects. Only by listening to and watching them personally can she deeply understand them.

As for Pope Rogge's preaching, there was a different scene. The north advocated force. Rogge's fierce and ruthless style of using troops when he led his troops was very fond of these believers, so what he said naturally became persuasive. What's more, the fat man talked about in front of the majority of believers was in this life and was rewarded for the next life. In front of these people, he never talked about this life.

Roger never tires of describing the grand blueprint for the future of the Holy Church, and as the church develops, these core believers will benefit. The fat man is very inspiring and capable. After listening to his preaching of almost appointing officials and making a wish, these young believers with great ambitions will be excited to hear it. However, when you think about it carefully, a few wise people among the believers will find that Roger didn't say anything.

But no matter what, it is a great honor to be able to listen to the personal sermons of the Pope and the Saint.

In order to dominate this glory, these believers have proposed to raise the barriers to entering this core believer group.

This is exactly what Roger wants.

So the fat man went with the flow. He gave these believers the right to use their power. Those who have money pay, while those who have no power sell their wisdom. Although there are not many people in this small group, they have contributed a lot to the development and growth of the Holy Church in a short period of time. Moreover, anyone who can reach the threshold of joining this group has extraordinary backgrounds or talents, and can be accepted by other members.

Under the continuous guidance of the fat man, these believers have regarded themselves as indispensable elites of the Holy Church. In order to distinguish themselves from ordinary believers, they embroidered a silver skeleton on one corner of their church uniform. Since then, the name of the Skeleton and Bones has spread wildly. In just one month, whether they can join the Skeleton and Bones Society of the Holy Church has been regarded by the imperial youth as a symbol of whether they can enter the straitor society.

The sermon is not the whole content. Seeing that the Skull and Bones Society grew unexpectedly, the Fatty provided the members of the Skull and Bones Society with a rare opportunity to receive magic or martial arts guidance. Since then, because they have received guidance from great magicians and powerful people in the Holy Land, the already proud Skull and Bones Society members feel more superior, and they have become devoted to Pope Rog from then on. And the people outside the Association have worked hard and want to find a way to join the Skull and Bones Society.

For a moment, if the wealthy families in the Empire were members of the Skeleton and Bones, they would be vague. In order to get their children to join the society, or to have one or two more members of the Skeleton and Bones in the family, these wealthy nobles showed kindness to Roger and helped the development of the Holy Church. Roger's talent is the only one, and he also opened a small door for those civilians who have no money, no power but talent. Almost every day, more than ten people with various talents come to the Holy Church and ask for volunteering.

Because he gave up secular rights, Roger had a transcendent status, and he never thought that the Skeleton and Bones would develop to such a level, becoming a bond that closely linked the Holy Church with the empire's wealthy families. The fat man thus added more privileges to the Skeleton and Bones members, but the threshold for joining the Skeleton and Bones was not lowered but increased.

In Ludan Port, the temporary capital of the empire, if a member of the new Skeleton and Bones Society was created in a moment, he would have to hold a grand banquet to show off.

After completing the afternoon sermon, even though Rogue was extremely energetic, he felt a little tired. He walked through the Grand Temple and came to a small building with inconspicuous two-story building. This old building was the Pope's Temple where he usually handled the affairs of the Holy Church.

At this moment, Rogge is no longer interested in the prosperity of the Ukiyo-Era, and even if he declares that the Pope has noble character in order to deceive the world and steal fame, it is necessary to live in an old building. Every decision of Rogge now involves all aspects of interests and must be carried out with caution. Moreover, the Holy Church is still a beginning, and the glorious image of the Pope is crucial to the development of the church.

As soon as Roger sat down behind his desk, an Ice Temple warrior came over and whispered to him.

After a while, four Ice Temple warriors walked in with a long dark black wooden box. Roger walked to the wooden box, opened the lid, and looked inside.

A female corpse of red luo was lying in the long wooden box, and her beautiful face could be vaguely seen under her loose hair. If she were alive, she would have been a good girl. But in this way, her body was covered with bruises, tooth marks and scratches, and whips were everywhere. The bottom was messy, full of blood. Obviously, this was a woman who was killed by someone until death.

Roger bent down and opened her eyelids to take a look. The woman's pupils were still flowing, as if she was not dead yet.

Roger stood up straight and took out a white paper. He wiped his hands and said, "As usual, go find a new body and let her resurrect!"
Chapter completed!