As soon as these words came out, the werewolf, tiger man, and white bear man all trembled.
Oh, of course. The cult within the cult, the dark embryo secretly cultivated by the Queen of Darkness Morgan. In the final battle on the wall of the world, Bedivere also fought against the Twilight Cultists.
This evil religion advocates death and silence, takes [VampusAma] as its ultimate goal, and wants to drag the entire world into the abyss of darkness and coldness.
Even though their Queen Morgan is no longer in Europe, the cult is still rampant.
They have done a lot of bad things, launching terrorist attacks around the world, killing people and setting fires everywhere, snatching children and women for human sacrifice, and so on... In short, these are the despicable and cruel things that humans can think of.
A bunch of crazy people can do it.
Compared to those Twilight Cultists, the Druids are indeed much more peaceful, lovely, and kind. At least they don't engage in terrorist attacks.
Even so...
"I know how evil the Twilight Cult is." The werewolf was still unwilling to participate in this kind of mission: "But, thank you, we still don't want to get involved in anything related to religion. Going against a group of lunatics everywhere? It's too dangerous."
"Really? What a pity." The old man suddenly leaned into the werewolf's ear and whispered in a low voice: "It is said that there are all kinds of treasures hidden in their church. Magical weapons, swords, secret scrolls, etc.
Good things that a group of cultists got while looting everywhere.
If you can destroy that cult church, all the treasures hidden inside will belong to you. There must be something in these treasures that can help your friends strengthen their strength."
As if being provoked, the werewolf's ears twitched. This temptation also made Bedivere's heart beat.
"God knows." He still argued with the old man in a low voice: "Maybe there are only treasures in it, and there are no treasures that can help Al strengthen his strength?"
"You are so stupid." The old man patted the werewolf's trouser pocket. That pocket happened to contain the [Holy Tree Seed]: "If you don't have one, wouldn't you [make] one yourself?"
Only then did Bedivere figure it out. What the old man meant was to secretly bury the [Holy Tree Seed] in the treasure and let Albert find it.
In this way, what the tiger found legitimately belonged to the tiger. Albert could happily accept this gift, and his pride would not be hurt.
Regardless of whether there are "good things" in the cult's treasures, the tiger will definitely get the "good things" --- it is indeed a foolproof strategy. This damn old man, Senezel, is more cunning than a fox.
"Huh..." Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief helplessly: "I know you are using us to help you eliminate paganism---you are so damn hateful. But, okay, I will do this next.
Already."
"Bedi?!" Albert exclaimed from the side. He also did not agree to get involved in such religious disputes.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't like to help the Druid Sect, nor do I want to go against the Twilight Sect. However, I want to get the Twilight Sect's treasures." The werewolf explained: "It is said that there are many good things in it that can help us strengthen
Combat power."
Albert immediately shouted: "I don't care about this kind of thing! We rely on our own strength------"
"You know, Al." The werewolf interrupted the other party and went around in a big circle to persuade: "Of course, the more power, the better. This will increase our chances of winning the round table trial."
(Especially for a weak guy like you, please strengthen yourself! I can hardly stand it anymore!)
Tiger frowned, and the black tiger stripes on his white forehead immediately wrinkled into a funny "W" shape.
"Ugh...Okay." Albert was simply tempted. Perhaps not because of the power, but because of the treasures sleeping in the cult church (hunters have extremely low resistance to treasures).
"Huhuhu, it's settled. ---Olin?" Old man Senezel said: "Take care of everything and send them away. Remember, you have to hide well and not make a move."
"Of course, Grandpa." Oulin sneered. The cunning of the grandfather and grandson turned out to be the same: "The tiger and the wolf seem to be very good, I can take them. But that stupid bear? I don't want it."
.His clumsiness can only hinder things."
"Elaine, how long can your transformation last?" Bedivere asked hurriedly.
"No, no problem. I've had a good rest. Can I last... um, three hours?"
"That's enough." The werewolf winked at Olin, as if to say: So you have no objection, right?
"Tsk...Okay." Olin bared her teeth helplessly at the white bear, which showed how much she hated Elaine: "There are uniforms of the cultists here, put on the uniforms and sneak in."
"Mine is fine, how can you hide your tail?" Albert said stupidly.
"I think I should chop off my tail." The werewolf said coldly.
"There are also orcs among the Twilight Cult." Olin added: "This cult is spreading around the world. Many orcs who are dissatisfied with their living conditions have also joined the cult."
"How come? The Dawn Region has obviously regained its sunshine---"
"So you don't understand at all, young master." The werewolf vented his long-simmered resentment in this sentence: "Even if the Dawn Region has sunshine, there are still many barren lands, and the life of the orcs is still very difficult.
difficult.
---Of course, you are the son of Patriarch Roble, the great Warcraft Hunter. You will definitely turn a blind eye to these ugly and backward conditions in the Dawn Region, right?"
"Bedi!" Albert saw that the werewolf wanted to quarrel. He immediately bared his teeth and showed a ferocious face: "You want to fight, meow? If you want to fight, go outside and fight!"
"Forget it." The werewolf was too lazy to pay attention to Al anymore, and said to Orin: "Give me the uniform. Let's go when you're ready."
"Damn it! How dare you ignore me!" Albert had a complete attack, "Get out! Let's talk with our fists! I promise not to beat you to death!!"
"Stop, stop!" Elaine grabbed Tiger to help break up the fight.
The werewolf shook his head, turned around and went upstairs with Olin.
(You don’t understand my painstaking efforts at all.)
One o'clock in the afternoon.
A small grass bud broke out of the ground and turned into a small tree in an instant. The small tree moved its branches to form a ring, creating the exit of the portal.
A group of people passed through a portal made of plant branches and arrived on the roof of a large house in the busy city.
"It's so powerful, you can actually use plants to activate magic." Albert felt that Oulin's technique was particularly new. Tiger missed last night's battle, and this was the first time he had seen Oulin's wonderful technique.
"Oh, it's not magic." Olin took the trouble to explain to Tiger the working principle of [Forest Seed]. She deliberately distinguished herself from the magician, which shows how much she hates magic.
"It's meow. It's so interesting." Albert listened carefully, "People can actually communicate with plants."
"Everything has spirituality, and so do plants." Olin said a philosophical word: "Perhaps next time you step on a grass on the ground, you will think that it will hurt, and step on it gently?"
"Yes...I will do my best." Albert replied depressedly. He also began to feel how weird these Druids were.
The woman looked towards the edge of the room, glanced at it, and immediately retracted: "I can only send you here. My appearance and the skills I use are directly related to Druidism---but the prophet does not
We are allowed to provoke other religions, so..."
"Hey, this mission is not an order from the prophet?" the werewolf shouted in confusion.
"No." Orin said bluntly: "Prophet Multani is too upright, but he is timid. Just relying on his words to lead the church, the Druid Church will suffer."
If the prophet is the light, then Grandpa is the darkness under the light. The dirty things that the Druid religion cannot handle on the surface are all handled by Grandpa."
(Including this time. Damn it.)
"I'm sorry that grandpa took advantage of you. But he didn't mean any harm. The Twilight Sect is indeed a damn cult and should be eradicated as soon as possible." Olin continued: "In short, the rewards will be given to you as usual, and the treasures in the Twilight Sect church will also belong to you.
Yes. It must be a nice job for you, right?"
The woman looked at the werewolf and looked at Bedivere's vigorous figure vaguely exposed from under the red robe of the Twilight Sect: "With your skills, there will be no problem. Then, I'll leave everything to you."
Bedivere would rather not receive such praise.
After Olin hid in the created patch of grass, Bediwell, Albert and Elaine pretended to be going out to the church to worship, walked around downstairs, and walked slowly over.
The three orcs under the dark red robes, some tall and some short, some fat and some thin, covered half of their faces with hoods. At first glance, they looked not much different from a group of ordinary pilgrims.
But the three of them were extremely nervous. After all, what they wanted to infiltrate was the notorious cult organization.
The three of them were wandering around in the alley. According to the intelligence, there should be something at the end of this corner.
"Knock, knock." The werewolf tried knocking on the wall. Judging from the echo on the wall, the wall was indeed hollow.
"Hope..." Bedivere tried to recall the code.
"May the darkness and coldness embrace you, and may the infinite silence bring everyone a peaceful sleep." The werewolf whispered the code.
Quiet.
Be quiet again.
Suddenly, a small crack opened in the wall, and someone inside said: "The code doesn't seem right..."
"Hey," Bedivere pressed forward with force: "I've had a cold these days and my mind is a little hard to work with. The code is almost enough, can't you be accommodating?"
silence.
Silence again.
"Okay." The man said.
(He actually hid it!)
A crack in the wall opened, opening a small entrance.