Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 777 Destruction (1)
"Stupid orcs were originally the lowest level among the servants of the evil god in this plane. As for rat men and these little things who believe in evil, they cannot be regarded as servants of the evil god at all.
Now the orcs in the northern part of the continent have abandoned their belief in the God of Death and converted to the God of Death, and now they actually want the world to recognize their ridiculous wisdom."
Nielas Ellan's deep voice echoed in the study, and the slightly sarcastic and cold tone seemed to make the temperature of the study drop a little.
"Master Elan, judging from the information from the Northern Sentinel, the orcs must be holding a major ceremony. I think it is time to teach these dirty and stupid guys a lesson, and let them stop for at least a few decades.
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Fiona pondered for a moment, and finally said: "We have plenty of time now, and the crisis of the Holy Empire is coming so soon. Iros, you can handle the matter of the orcs. All personnel are at your disposal."
After saying that, Fiona closed the book in her hand, stood up, and walked to the map of the Shire hanging on the wall.
Fiona pointed to a grassland west of the imperial capital and said: "We believe in God, but we do not rely on it. Iros, my love, although you grew up in the Shire, you are not a real Shire person.
You see, the Shire originated from a small tribe on this grassland. Over the past hundreds of years, successive Grand Dukes expanded this small tribe into the Grand Duchy today, without any help from gods or gods.
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Although every generation of Grand Duke is the most loyal believer of Storm War God, faith only brings us faith and courage, nothing else!
So since you want to do this, then go ahead and do it. As the Grand Duke of Shire and your lover, I will fully support you, including against the Holy Empire!"
After coming out of Fiona's study, the door opened and the old butler Anthony walked in silently.
Iros 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, and his rickety back is straighter. He also looks more energetic than before, but this is the difference between lifeless and slightly animated.
It’s just the difference between them.
Iros's eyes fell on a shabby suitcase held by the old steward: "Uncle Anthony, what are you..."
Anthony, the old steward, said slowly: "The principality has just finished its conquest and is short of manpower! I really can't send anyone to you..."
The old steward still refused to die and said: "This is not a small matter. On the day when Grand Duke Gros died in the battle, I stayed behind in the palace and failed to protect the Grand Duke. This damn orc."
After finishing speaking, the old manager Anthony's voice was choked with sobs and his eyes were red.
"Lord Iros, I'm ready. Let's set off now."
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Iros didn't know how to comfort the old man in front of him, so he could only say:
"Okay! Master Steward, come with me. We will set off from the Grand Temple of the Fairy of the Lake Church tonight."
Kalida is versatile, and he is also a master in architectural design.
The Temporary Temple of the Lake Fairy Church in Storm Fortress was created by Kalida, and the designs in many places are exquisite.
Iros and the old steward rode a carriage and directly entered the back of the great temple from the side, and the entire carriage passed through two magic circles.
Their journey seemed smooth, but in fact it was anything but smooth.
If the entire rear part of the Grand Temple looks like a huge monster, then the entrance to the carriage is the monster's mouth.
Iros led the old butler Anthony through the rooms and walked 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 strong men from the party summoned by Iros have gathered here.
As soon as Iros and the old manager came in, everyone's eyes were fixed on them.
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It stood up straight, thought for a moment, and finally turned around slowly. A particularly tall orc took a step forward and asked uneasily:
"Wise High Priest Zan'ek, what did you see? Did the God of Death send us an oracle? How should we explain the sudden rise of blood and black clouds in the prophecy pool?"
A troll on the 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 Zan'ek looks different from ordinary orcs. He is much thinner and has 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:
"Ever since Emperor Dranosh was defeated and the prophecy pool in Dragon Court was polluted by blood and black mist, I spent seven days and tried my best to see a little bit of the future.
But the picture I saw was too messy, and I couldn't see any signs from it! According to the Death Code, the occurrence of this situation indicates that there is a powerful prophet who is also observing the future related to this sign.
When two prophets are paying attention to the same destiny, 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 eyes watching us!"
The orc leaders whispered for a while, and then an orc asked:
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"Wise High Priest Zan'ek, his last trip south brought hundreds of thousands of strong orcs back to the Mountain of Death. Do you think the eyes peering at us have something to do with this?"
Zan Aike let out a long sigh and said:
"We orcs are not naturally good at magic, so my vision is not much further than yours. In order to get rid of primitiveness, ignorance and chaos, our tribes have paid a huge price to obtain the power of magic. Alas, even so, all of us
The magical power we can control is far, far behind our enemies, the humans and dwarves, let alone the high elves..."
Before he finished speaking, Zan Aike suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a small beast was biting its heart wildly!
The high priest suddenly raised his head, and light green blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth. Zan Aik shouted hoarsely:
"This...this is the most dangerous omen! Go...wake up the prophet of death! Then release all...all the doomsday...doomsday guards! Go!"
Even though Zan Aike was shouting hoarsely, the faces of the orc leaders showed surprise and fear, and finally one of the orcs asked:
"High Priest...you know how much it costs to awaken the Death Prophet, and if all those Doomsday Guards are released, we may not have the power to take them back."
Zan Aike tried his best to strangle his own throat, and then he was able to roar:
"Look...the torch! Hurry up and go!"
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The orc leaders looked around and were shocked to find that the hall had fallen into darkness without knowing it. Hundreds of torches on the walls were shining like candles in the thick fog. It was extremely dark!
The orc leaders swarmed out of the sacrificial hall and began to carry out Zan'ek's orders.
It wasn't until all the orcs had left that the high priest could breathe again.
Zan Aik slowly turned to the altar, fell to the ground, and began to pray in a low voice.
"Great God of Death! Has the Beast God come to punish us?
But now we have sensed your existence, and under your guidance, the orcs have achieved today's prosperity, and have avoided the fate of being slaughtered by humans and dwarves like wild beasts for thousands of years!
Even in the face of the wrath of the beast god, your most devout believers will not abandon their faith..."
The low prayers of the high priest echoed in the hall.