Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 783 Destruction (End)
"Don't hurt them!"
Accompanied by a hoarse roar, a magical blast rushed towards Belegar.
Somewhere in the dark, I don't know who blessed Belega with a magic shield made of black flames.
Belegar turned around and saw Zan'ek covered in blood, dragging his remaining leg and struggling to move forward step by step with the support of his staff.
It took a long time for the magic book in the hands of the high priest to turn over a page and release an attack spell towards Belega.
But at this moment, all his magic seemed so weak in front of Belegar's magic shield.
None of the three strong men made a move, they just watched Zan'ek move towards Belegar step by step. Behind the orc high priest, there was an extra road stained with blood.
"Why don't you run away?" Belegar asked.
"My clan... all the children of my clan are here!"
Zan Aike answered with difficulty. There was a horrific wound in his throat, and every time he spoke a word, a large amount of blood would gush out from it.
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Belegar stretched out his left hand and held Zan'ec's neck. He looked into the eyes of the orc high priest and sighed:
"Even if you come back, it's useless."
"I know...but I am a proud orc and...a glorious servant of Death. I can't leave my children...and run away."
Zan'ek's voice became weaker and weaker, and blood began to gush out of its mouth and drip down its two fangs.
Belegar sighed, held it with his left hand, and the headless body of the orc high priest slowly fell to the ground at his feet.
A breeze passed by, and the magic book and staff in the hands of the high priest turned into fly ash and flew away with the wind.
Belegar raised the head in his hand in front of him, looked at Zan'ek's angry eyes, and sighed secretly.
At the last moment, Belegar did not tell him that there was no true god in the world willing to save the orcs. They all regarded the orcs as livestock that provided a source of faith.
"Would you set a fire?"
Belegar asked casually as he passed Goodwin.
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"Of course!" Goodwin replied coldly: "Do you want to burn those little orcs to death? Why don't you do this yourself?"
Fiona hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Belega! Otherwise...let's let those little orcs go! Anyway, we can't kill all the orcs."
Fiona saw so many young orcs, but she still couldn't bear it.
Belega ignored Fiona and just pointed to a magnificent burning building in the distance and said to Goodwin:
"Because I just set a fire there, and all my power was exhausted. There... is where the orcs imprison the spirits of other races."
The corner of Goodwin's mouth twitched slightly. No need to ask, he had already vaguely guessed what happened.
He shrugged, said nothing more, ignited a ball of purple flames emitting astonishing heat in each hand, and walked towards the main hall.
He knew that it was not Belegar who was cruel, but that the orcs had been killing dwarves and humans for thousands of years. Only by completely annihilating them could other races feel at ease.
Belega looked at Fiona again, smiled slightly tiredly, and said: "Dear Duke Fiona, reality is so cruel. The battle is over, let's go."
Fiona looked at the blazing hall in the distance, biting her lower lip with a row of snow-white teeth until her lips lost their color, but she didn't know it.
It wasn't until Bellega looked up to the sky and let out a long roar that Fiona woke up in horror.
At this time, the killing sounds in the Temple of Death gradually faded away, and fire broke out everywhere.
When these strong men set fire to fire, one person can be worth a hundred.
Several buildings in the distance suddenly roared, and flames shot into the sky at the same time!
Then a figure floated in front of Belegar like light smoke, and threw the torch aside in a cool manner.
Looking at Gonzalez, who could set off a fire with great force and whose body was spotless, and then looking at himself covered in blood and scars, Belega could only smile bitterly.
In a moment, all the powerful men had gathered together and soared into the sky, heading south.
Behind them, the entire peak of Behemoth Peak was burning, like a huge torch standing between heaven and earth.
Under the Behemoth Peak, all the surviving orcs stood in place, looking up at the burning Behemoth Peak, with despair in their eyes.
From then on, they will no longer have oracles and guidance, and the wisdom and magic they have gained at a huge price will be burned. All the orcs who have been led to wisdom by the Death God's envoys will fall in the fire of the Temple of Death.
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The fire used by these powerful men burned down more than just a temple and thousands of young orcs.
They burned the orcs' future.
In the sky, Fiona was always depressed. She finally couldn't help it and asked Iros next to her:
"If these orcs had not attacked humans and dwarves, they might not have ended up like this today. Why did they have to do this?"
"Just like us humans compete for power, wealth and beauty, in order to have a better future. In fact... the orcs also want a better future!"
The group of people flew farther and farther.
Belegar tied Zan'ek's head around his waist, and the orc high priest's angry eyes reflected a blazing torch in the distance.
A drop of turbid tears suddenly fell from the corner of its eyes...
After returning to the Shire, Belegar, the King of the Eight Peaks, said goodbye and left, returning to his mountain kingdom.
Goodwin and Gonzalez also returned to the military camp, while Fiona returned to the palace.
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As for Ilos and Themis, they went to a deserted place because Themis noticed that there was something wrong with Ilos.
Themis suddenly flew forward and stared at Iros' pupils carefully, endlessly.
Iros frowned and asked: "What are you looking at?"
Themis gently placed her left hand on Iros's forehead and said: "Master, please let go of the spiritual world! There seems to be some strange things in your memory."
Iros was dumbfounded by Themis. Although he didn't know what Themis meant by this, Themis and he had a blood contract, which would not cause any disadvantage to Iros at all, so he let go and let it go.
Themis explores his vast and confusing memories.
Themis suddenly snorted coldly, mixed with jealousy. It turned out that she had turned to the erotic battle between Iros, Fiona and Ekaterina not long ago.
Suddenly, all the memories in Iros's sea of consciousness suddenly dispersed and turned into nothingness!
In the endless darkness, the unknown god with a body of 10,000 meters and three heads and thousands of eyes quietly emerged from the water.
Themis trembled uncontrollably.
On that god's body, tens of thousands of faces suddenly opened their eyes, and all the eyes were staring at her coldly!
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In an instant, she could no longer scream, move, or escape!
"Themis?"
Sensing Themis's strange reaction, Iros gave a tentative cry, but Themis seemed to have lost all consciousness and had no response to Iros's call.
Iros, who was slightly surprised, raised his eyes and looked through the fingers of Themis's delicate hands, only to see that her crystal clear eyes had been covered with a layer of blurry light at some point, and nothing from the outside world could be reflected in her eyes.
fundus.
Iros frowned, took a step back slightly, and moved his forehead away from Themis' hand.
Iros's departure failed to shake Themis in the slightest. She still maintained that posture, just standing there, like a statue that had suddenly formed.
Iros didn't know what happened, but he knew that he couldn't touch Themis easily at this moment to avoid Themis' inner world from being affected by outside interference.
I don't know how long it took for Themis to wake up and turn around.