In trouble.

After knowing the movements of the elves, Bazan and the high priest understood that this time it was really troublesome.

"So that's how it is... This is their real purpose. They want to build a teleportation array nearby!"

Bazan said with a gloomy expression.

There was deep fear in his eyes.

Bazan already figured it out.

Whether it is attacking the surrounding orc tribes or promoting rumors...

I'm afraid these kinds of practices are done by the elves to weaken the faith of God the Father!

The fundamental purpose of the elves is probably to establish a teleportation array!

These strange elves were blessed by the god of death, and each of them was able to resurrect after death.

This matter is no longer a secret among the orcs...

In the Underworld War, the elves used teleportation arrays, combined with their powerful resurrection ability, to appear on the battlefield again and again, and finally defeated the undead army of the Dark Alliance...

It is obvious that they are probably planning to do this again this time.

Of course, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws and laws of the world.

In Bazan's view, the resurrection of the elves must have some limit or limitations, and there will be a price.

Although he didn't know what the price to pay for the resurrection of the elves, it must exist!

However, things have priorities.

In such a war, compared to the strange and terrifying resurrection ability of the elves, the cost is actually no longer important.

Resurrection...is the most fearful thing about these elves!

As long as the teleportation array is established, these guys will probably be invincible, and the orcs' original advantage will be directly lost...

Bazan clenched his fists, and he remembered the commands in the oracle of the chief high priest who told him to his Father God.

The main content is that the orc army must withstand the attack of the elves, protect the sandstorm city where the "World Tree Kingdom" appeared, and ultimately force the existence behind the elves to take action...

As for whom the existence behind the elves is, the oracle does not indicate it, but Bazan and the chief high priest have long been tacitly understood.

Who else can be the existence that can be valued by the True God?

It must be the myth hidden behind it.

This... is actually a plan against the so-called goddess of life in the Elf Forest!

However, the core of this conspiracy is that the orcs are powerful and can rely on the defense of Sandstorm City to resist the siege of the elves, but if they can't resist it... everything will be gone.

"We can't continue like this... If the elves really build a teleportation array, then even if they use their lives to pile up, they may be able to tear a gap in the Sandstorm City!"

Bazan said with a serious expression.

There is no doubt that once the elves successfully establish a teleportation array, they will definitely launch a formal attack.

At that time, the orcs could not put pressure on the elves with teleportation capabilities like the requirements in the oracle!

Not to mention, as time goes by, rumors spread more and more powerfully in the Sandstorm City, and some of the contents of Bazan are even more difficult to deny.

If it continues...even if the elves don't attack, the interior of Sandstorm City may be unstable.

The 300,000 army can become the power of Bazan's pride.

But if the soldier is in a state of mind, this powerful force may also have a terrible backlash...

Under double pressure, if Sandstorm City exhausts the stored power of faith, it is really possible that it will be compromised by the elves!

Thinking of this, Bazan looked at the chief high priest beside him and said firmly:

"High Priest, it's not that I don't want to follow the oracle of God the Father, but now we really can't wait any longer."

And this time, the high priest did not deny it.

He fell into silence.

His eyes paused in the elves camp outside the city for a while, and the chief high priest sighed and said in a deep voice:

"I will go to the temple now and pray to God the Father and report this."

This plan involves a confrontation at the level of mythology.

Many decisions are no longer what they want to do, and they can directly order them to make them.

After saying that, the high priest bowed to the oracle king Bazan, then hurriedly left the sandstorm tower and headed towards the temple in the city.

Looking at the high priest's back as he left, Bazan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, his eyes moved again to the elf camp that was increasingly fortress-like in the distance, and clenched his fists slightly:

"How did these elves... appear in the Elf Forest?"

...

The chief high priest left the sandstorm tower and rushed straight towards the temple surrounded by soldiers.

Walking on the street, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the Sandstorm City was more subtle than in the previous few days.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, but there are several times more soldiers patrolling.

When they saw the high priest, they would stop and bow their heads to salute.

However, the high priest noticed that compared to the respect he had been indescribable a few days ago, many residents and soldiers were greeted by saluting a little more indescribable emotions.

Or...resentment.

Seeing this situation, the chief high priest's expression became even more gloomy.

"These damn elves!"

He cursed inwardly.

After speeding up, the high priest soon arrived in the temple.

The temple of Sandstorm City is also a residual building from the Dwarf's era. It is said that it was once the church of Dwarf and the forging god Dolft.

However, the dwarfs who once lived here gave up on Sandstorm City and gave up their original beliefs, and finally got the orcs cheaper.

Entering the temple, the high priest soon came to the statue of Urel, the god of winter and hunting.

Then he crawled on the ground and prayed devoutly:

"Praise the cold winter, praise hunting, praise the great Father God's crown!"

His slightly old voice echoed in the rough temple, and with his kneeling, a silver light suddenly bloomed on the statue, gradually wrapping the high priest...

At the same time, the high priest also raised his spirits and slowly spoke out what happened in the city of Sandstorm recently, and requested to go to war.

After reporting on the recent situation, he quickly lowered his head and waited for the new oracle of the True God.

The silver glory continued to envelop the temple.

However, unlike before, the high priest found that this prayer did not receive an immediate response from God the Father.

It was not until he knelt down in the temple for more than ten minutes that a majestic and vicissitudes of life sounded in his mind:

"allow."

The high priest breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the true God's response.

He stood up, then bowed to the statue again, and drew a bow symbol on his chest:

"Praise the cold winter, praise hunting, praise the great Father God's crown!"

...

In the void and different space.

The cold winter and the hunting god Urel broke off communication with the world of Seges and looked at the first seat of the round table.

His expression was a little gloomy:

"I have already conveyed the oracle under the crown of Holder."

Holder, the god of darkness and shadow, who was as kind as an old man in the first seat, nodded slowly.

Then, He looked at the other two mythical beings in the different space:

"Due to the crown of Alyssa and Lulia, are you sure you sense His breath?"

The fallen angel Lulia nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"It's not wrong, He's here."

Queen Alyssa also smiled charmingly:

"I also sensed that His breath has indeed appeared on the side of the elf, and it is very pure... exactly the same as in the underground world, not... even more pure than in the underground world, although He is covering it."

After hearing Alyssa's words, Holder nodded slightly:

"I believe in your judgment, Alyssa."
To be continued...