Orwell felt that the world before his eyes was bright.
His breathing was rapid, his palms were sweaty, and his heart was pounding, causing his skin to tremble together.
His fingertips were trembling slightly, and he stumbled as he walked. When he went downstairs, he almost slipped and fell. It was only then that he broke into a cold sweat and calmed down.
It was an indescribable joy. A hot stream of heat flowed down his spine, flowing back from his tailbone to the back of his neck, giving him a numbing pleasure like an electric current.
When he went downstairs, he had quickly rehearsed in his mind countless times what the scene would be like when he and Farina met for the first time. Every emotion and gesture she felt was in Owei's mind.
Orwell emerged in his imagination. Injured, cursed, aging, high-spirited, fanatical... every possibility flashed through Orwell's mind.
The only thing they have in common is that he will never hurt Farina. No matter what Farina becomes, he doesn't care.
The fragrance of Farina's hair brushing against his face, the softness of her body, and the soft and subtle smile that always hung on his lips made Orwell unforgettable for the rest of his life. She was the first person Orwell liked in his life.
He is also the only person who has ever truly pursued her. Just thinking of the memories of getting along with Farina will make her feel extremely sweet. Thinking of meeting after several years, excitement, joy and uneasiness stir in Orwell's heart.
But when he reached the door of the study, he couldn't help but hesitate.
The fingertips of his right hand just rested on the handle, but they "crackled" away as if they had been hit by electricity.
Orwell's fingertips trembled slightly... and finally he slowly took his hand back.
Afraid that Falina inside would hear his voice or the shadow cast from the door would notice his presence, Orwell tiptoed back two steps, tried his best to suppress his heavy breathing, held on to the wall and breathed slowly
Panting, adjusting his breathing.
He stood quietly at the door of the study. He gently shook his right hand firmly in front of him, and silently drove away the waiters around him. The waiters and maids also nodded heartily and silently took small steps.
Ran to the side.
After Orwell watched everyone leave his sight, he stretched out his hand and held down his heart that was about to beat. He used external pressure to make it beat as slowly as possible, and then a little slower.
After breathing silently for about ten seconds, Orwell gradually calmed down.
He took out the small transparent bottle from his arms with slightly trembling fingers, and very slowly opened the stopper, fearing that the contents inside would spill out.
After meeting the air, the transparent colorless liquid inside quickly turned into a gorgeous golden viscous liquid, and concentrated at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the concentration increased, the color became darker, and in three to four seconds it became
It has an amber color similar to syrup.
Orwell hesitated for a moment, then swallowed half of it without hesitation, and then carefully inserted the plug again.
This is an alchemical mixture called a powerful charm potion. It was a gift from the old man who lived in his home.
Of course, Orwell found someone to do experiments. Even if you only eat a little bit, you will have a very obvious charm bonus when communicating with people. If you eat half a bottle, it is almost equivalent to a constant friendship spell and goodwill charm.
.bewitchment.
It was because Orwell needed this thing that he took in the old man.
He asked someone to investigate and found out that the old man with the pseudonym "Edward" was actually an astrological wizard. His real name was Tanas, and he was a harmless wizard.
According to Orwell's investigation, "Edward" is a true scholarly wizard, with less than five lives on his hands. Not to mention by the standards of a wizard, but by the standards of a normal gold-level powerhouse.
To be honest, being weak and kind is too much.
For such an old wizard, the behavior of defecting to Orwell's side to avoid the gods is quite consistent with his identity.
After all, Orwell is one of the very few heretical nobles who does not reject wizards. Because of his rebellious love affair with Farina, he definitely has a lot of communication with the White Tower.
As an earl, Orwell certainly would not think that wizards are evil and priests are stupid like those ignorant people. After all, these messages are given to the people at the bottom by druids. If even a powerful earl
Even if you don’t know the hidden truth, then Kalal holds jujube pills.
In Caral, more than 80% of the people do not even believe that gods exist in this world. In their view, priests are all fanatical fools or liars who believe in the devil. These guys are as evil as wizards, but they are just a master.
One is the power to heal, the other is the power to kill, there is no inner difference.
If there are gods in this world, then punish those druids first? Druids believe in nature, fight for the harmony of the world, and obtain divine magic from the divine power flowing out of the earth. If there are gods in this world, then.
, then let them sanction this land?
This is why it is difficult for priests to penetrate into Karar anyway. There are two problems that priests cannot solve - one is that their history is much shorter than that of Druid, and the other problem is that they cannot
Prove the sanctity of your own god.
No matter how they promote the power of the gods, they are indeed unable to display powerful magic in this enchantment. A bronze-level druid can defeat a silver-level priest, which proves their weakness and incompetence.
.
They couldn't even prove the existence of gods. Because of the shielding of the big barrier, gods couldn't see what their followers were doing, and what they said couldn't be passed on.
A more serious problem is that the gods cannot prevent the druids from obtaining divine spells. Their priests cannot defeat the druids. This behavior itself is tantamount to claiming that the existence of druids is permitted by the world - and
The truth is that among the rules they have, there is no one for druids.
Among all the gods, there is no priesthood directly related to fertility, earth, and harvest. This is because the part of the authority they received at the beginning was incomplete.
Claiming to be gods but unable to prove their holiness and authority in a heretical land - for this reason alone, the rational and mature Kalar people will not believe in the existence of gods. Even if they admit the existence of gods, they only regard them as
Respect rather than believe in the strong.
Only in the depths of Karar, in those deserted closed villages, can there be a temple of a certain god. These temples hidden in the depths are to cultivate a group of Karar priests for the war that may occur in the future.
And make preparations.
For example, Marco.
He is a very typical Kalal priest. Although he believes in gods, he is despised by the gods and hated by his colleagues because of the blood flowing in his body. These Kalal priests will try their best to stay in the closed mountains and kill as many as possible.
Cut off any contact with the outside world, so that they lose their sense of belonging to Kalal.
Their purpose is to blend into Karal's army in future holy wars. After all, in this xenophobic and closed country, it is really difficult for people from other countries to break in.
But that is just a "planned war". It is still difficult for both sides to actually fight.
After all, priests and Templars cannot truly enter Karar, and the cursed Druid cannot directly conflict with the gods. It is this embarrassing situation that maintains peace between the two parties. This allows Karar to remain safe among the people.
There is nothing wrong with being surrounded by God's sphere of influence.
The Bantha actually fought against them. But without spellcasters, they were basically destroyed after the druids and druids smashed down some magical spells... But back then, the King of Bantha wanted to send clerics.
When he came to assist in the crusade, he didn't ask because of his stiff relationship with Tyr.
But although the Kalar people are basically invincible, the Druids have not forgotten the oath they made when they were defeated.
They cannot confront the priests head-on. Once they come into contact, they will inevitably fail.
Facing the army of the gods, they can only resist with the army of mortals. The good news is that because the druids have deliberately distinguished the differences between druids, druids and bards over the years, some druids
Yi will no longer be bound by the oath she made back then.
This is a secret that only a few people in Karar know. And this is the reason why Orwell dared to accept Tanas.
They are worthy of the gods.
If the armies of the gods come over, it will give them a chance to show off their power openly.
Although the druids may not be bound by the oath in the future, the only time they can really play their role is when they use this surprise weapon for the first time.
If you use them when the gods attack with all their strength, they will definitely give the gods a heavy thunder blow.
...Of course, the premise is that they fight well and don't attack by surprise. After all, druids are rare in number and have high status. It is difficult to integrate them into the regular army, and they can only act as a special team.
Facing an army without any spellcasters, whether it is Living Thorns, Wild Feast, or Poison Swamp, the power of nature can easily wipe them out. From the beginning of its creation, Druid intended to achieve a kind of individual
The purpose of fighting against the army, and now, this goal has been roughly completed.
The Karars now need a chance to fight back. They need a hearty victory to tell the world that the Karars have stood up——
Since the intention is to establish prestige, there is no better opportunity than to hit the gods when they have just finished conquering the White Tower and their morale is at its peak.
Even if the druids defeated them, the druids couldn't chase them out of the border - they didn't even need to cross the border. As long as they left the city and entered the outer wilderness. They left the priests and temples in the great barrier.
Knights can use magical spells normally.
This is also the reason why the Sercosafin gang is so hateful but has no way to punish it. It is very troublesome for ordinary people to deal with these groups of priests, and once the Druid leaves the scope of the big barrier, what will happen is
A fair battle without any enchantment assistance. For the druids who can kill thousands of people with a small team within the enchantment, even if one person exchanges for five Serkosafin black gangs, it will be a loss.
I can't lose anymore.
In fact, Orwell also had his own considerations in letting "Edward" stay here.
He actually wanted people to secretly spread the news that the old wizard who was on the wanted list was in Richero.
With the Marquis of Saya here, even if a wizard comes to save "Edward", Orwell can find a way to stabilize him. If there are really knights coming to attack him, Orwell can set up a trap and let them jump in on his own.
.It only takes a little provocation, and the conflict will be intensified.
Then Orwell can take advantage of the university to kill him and hide him, and then claim to the temple that he did not see these people——
This kind of lying behavior can easily anger the gods. It would be great if they really sent the Templars to attack Orwell. The Blighters would kill them silently.
Throw the body in the wild and let them "accidentally dig it up" to prove your innocence.
Then, the war will easily break out. When the Templars come over and the war really begins, Orwell can retire with success.
When the armies of the gods defeated Kalar's vanguard and pressed forward en masse, Orwell could use the druids to knock them down in one go, and let the Blighters quietly bury their corpses.
When the news spreads again, they will have to fight even if they want to, and they will have to fight if they don't want to.
Although Orwell could ride, shoot, equestrian, and even have some swordsmanship, he was still essentially a pure manager and a noble nobleman, not a warrior.
Earl Orwell did not realize how many people his plan would kill. He only knew that it would bring honor to the family and bring countless benefits to Carral for generations. For Orwell
.This is enough.
After waiting quietly for three minutes, Orwell felt the effects of the medicine taking effect. A dizzy feeling filled his mind. Orwell seemed to feel a little nervous in his body, his fingers trembled even more, and his vision began to change.
Vague.
I was deceived - or possibly switched...
In short, this is definitely not a powerful charm potion.
When Orwell realized this, his body had begun to lose control, and his mouth was unconsciously mumbling some strange things. Orwell felt as if he had just eaten a marshmallow ball, no
Carefully crossing his left foot with his right foot, he almost fell to the ground. But before that, his body had already hit the door.
Soon there was the sound of stamping inside.
Orwell stared at the door with his face flushed. But the person who appeared at the end made his whole heart feel cold.
——Not Farina.
Falina's temperament should be gentle, kind, and gentle, not as cold as flowing mercury or as viscous as blood.
"..."
Just when Orwell opened his mouth to speak, his mouth moved, but nothing came out.
"Lord Earl, I introduce myself..."
The black-robed man standing in front of him had just finished speaking. The black-robed Druid's face suddenly changed!
boom!
The sound of flames blowing came. Before hearing the sound, Roland quickly turned around to avoid it, but in the end, a stream of fire penetrated his left shoulder, and one could even see through the burnt and curled surface.
He clutched his shoulders tightly, his face was pale, and his whole body was shaking with pain.
His health bar suddenly dropped by a third, which is not a lot. You must know that Roland has first-level resistance to high temperatures.
The person who launched this attack was undoubtedly Earl Orwell.
But what shocked Roland even more was the Earl of Orwell.
His chest and abdomen felt as if they were hit by a high-temperature fireball. His stomach, liver and most of his lungs were almost completely evaporated. Looking through the burned-out chest, his heart had some burn marks.
He tilted his face and fell on the corridor opposite the study, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.
The reason why he was so far away from Roland was because of the recoil of the magic cannon that came out of his stomach.
Otherwise, he should lie down at the door.
"Don't move!"
"People inside! Don't move!"
But at this moment, the butler's shout came, without any fear or shrinking from before.
Kick, kick, kick, the sound of large footsteps came from not far away. At first glance, there were about forty or fifty people, and they were all good players.
Roland immediately understood his current situation.
_I have been framed!
This is a trap! A trap set with an earl as the bait!
Maybe the count had died a long time ago, but his body exploded in front of Roland...
However, who would believe Roland when he told people, "I was standing at the door and your master exploded himself?"
The evidence is conclusive, the scene is very clear, and there is nothing left to quibble about.
Looking at the signal flares rising outside and the guards gathering quickly, Roland felt calm in his heart and even wanted to laugh.
It's a good game, but it's useless against Roland.
"Just these people want to stop me?"
Roland showed a serious smile. (To be continued.)
ps: Today's plot is not easy to break down... I will combine two into one
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