In this world, there was a saying that went, "A sloth needs three needles." It referred to an animal called a "sloth" that was slow to react. Even if it was pricked with needles, it would only cry out "Ouch, it hurts!" when the third needle was pricked …
Of course, the higher-ups of the Orc God's Church were not that slow to react, so after a few days, they reacted.
"The fourth one." The high priest of the Church of the Sky Devourer Canine, the most respected figure in the entire Orc God's Church, the elder who was known as the "Glorious Crown" did not fly into a rage. His voice was calm, but his eerie eyes made the group of Legendary Masters in the meeting room shudder.
"Fain, tell us," he said calmly. "You are in charge of intelligence. Four high-ranking priests have died in a row, and one of them was in the Legendary Realm. I think you must have some intelligence, right?"
The one he pointed out was also a Legendary Master named Fain Roger. He was from the Rabbit Tribe. His combat ability was not particularly strong, but he had extraordinary attainments in reconnaissance and concealment. For more than a hundred years, he had been in charge of intelligence work for the United Church.
To be honest, he had done a good job, and so far, there had not been any major mistakes. But this time, it was very unexpected. He had spent a lot of effort and arranged a lot of manpower, but he had not been able to find reliable intelligence.
"… At the moment, there is only some uncertain information." Fain was sweating profusely, and said bitterly, "I have not been able to verify them one by one."
"Let's hear it first." The old man, who was already so respected that very few people dared to even mention his name, swept his gaze over him, and the cold sweat on his face increased by quite a bit, almost soaking through all the fine hair on his face.
"The first news, the Centaur Priest Ovela. The reason why Ironhoof left the tribe alone was because of the tribe chief, Olric. Ironhoof was drunk and wanted to stay the night in the temple, but was injured by her. In the end, it was discovered that her weapon might have been contaminated by the Cadaveric Toxin because of too many killings. She went out to find corpses with the Cadaveric Toxin to detoxify Olric. "
"That's it?"
Fain hurriedly continued, "At that time, she was heading east. The people I sent out used magic to track her, but found that she had suddenly lost contact with her on the way. After investigation, they found traces of battle that had been deliberately erased. Because they were badly damaged, it was impossible to determine the specific details of the battle. "
"Can't be sure?" The old man's tone was still calm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes. "How many elders from the Saint Hall do I need to transfer to be sure?"
Faern instantly shivered, and even his undergarments were drenched. "After the meeting, I'll go there personally! I will definitely investigate the situation thoroughly! "
Who were the people in the Saint Hall? They were the retired higher-ups of the Church, as well as the retired senior experts. They had reached the peak of the legendary realm, and the power and status of the mortal world were meaningless to them. That was why they lived in seclusion, thinking hard about how to understand and grasp the "source" of power, and taking the step of immortality.
If he had to trouble the elders of the Saint Hall for such a small matter, who knew what the elders would do to him once they knew the reason! He might as well commit suicide. At the very least, it would be a more straightforward death.
"Don't be in a hurry to declare your position. Let's talk about other news." The old man didn't express his opinion. He lowered his eyes and said indifferently.
"The second piece of news, the Archbishop of the Western Wasteland, Baylon? On the night of Cilla's death, he accosted a woman named Lilim on the street. " As Faern spoke, he took out a crystal and projected a scene in the air. "This is the memory I read from his guard."
What was reflected in the image was the bustling streets of the Western Wilderness. The half-man, half-bear man was wearing a loose robe, swaggering on the streets. Wherever he went, people would give way, and many people had expressions of fear on their faces.
"Roaring Ironarm" was not a kind person. If he were to be tried in hell after his death, it would probably take an entire day just to list his crimes in detail.
Suddenly, the Bearman Archbishop stopped in his tracks and said to the guard who provided the memory, "Look over there, that woman is not bad."
The scene shook, and a woman selling fruits on the street corner appeared.
The weather in the Western Wasteland was dry, and delicious fruits that could replenish water were very popular. Therefore, there were still many fruit vendors. They bought the fruits wholesale from the vendors who specialized in large quantities, and then sold them at a slightly higher retail price than the wholesale price, earning the difference in price through hard work.
The woman was very beautiful, and the rarest thing about her was that her skin was abnormally white and translucent. Upon closer inspection, it gave off the feeling that she was like a fruit.
The Western Wasteland was windy and sandy, and the weather was dry. If one lived here for a long time, their skin would become rough, regardless of whether they were male or female. Only the favored concubines of the rich, who practically soaked in water all day long, could keep their skin soft and supple. However, such women often lacked vitality, and had a sickly sense of weakness, which did not conform to the Beastmen's sense of beauty.
In comparison, not only did this fruit vendor have supple and supple skin, she also looked very energetic. Apart from the fact that she was slightly short compared to the Bearman, there was not a single flaw in her.
The scene in front of them suddenly became abnormally clear, and they could even hear the sound of heavy breathing. It was obvious that both the guard and Baylon had developed a strong interest in this woman.
The content after that was not worth mentioning, and it was nothing more than a tacky plot of kidnapping a woman.
After capturing this woman, Baylon told the guard not to disturb him even if the sky fell down, unless there was an urgent message from the Superior Shrine.
However, the next morning, hearing that it had been quiet in his room for a long time, the guard finally could not help but sneak over, wanting to peek.
He only saw Baylon lying motionless on the bed, and the woman was nowhere to be found.
"That's what happened exactly." At the end of the scene, Faern said, "I've investigated the scene, and I can confirm that there are no traces of enchantment spells, but there are some remnants of transformation spells, but it's very weak, probably not a powerful spell. In addition, I found traces of divine power, but I can't determine which Majesty it came from. "
It was not rare for priests to use divine spells to liven things up, so no one was surprised. They whispered to each other, discussing what might have happened.
Although four senior priests had died consecutively, the truth was that only Baylon and Sila's death was significant. Sila's death was the real deal, and the other priests were not even worth mentioning. If it was not related to the death of this legendary master, even if a few more senior priests died, it would not be worth the attention of these big shots.
"How's the investigation on this woman?" the old man asked.
"It's confirmed that she's an assassin." Faern had already investigated carefully, and immediately answered, "Before that day, no one in the city had seen her, and no one has seen her since that day. The two big fruit merchants in the city have never sold fruits to such a beautiful woman — the guards at the city gate have not even seen her enter or leave the city. "
"Anything else?"
"I've carefully examined the body, and although it's hard to believe, Lord Baylon was not injured, poisoned, or cursed, or anything abnormal. He was overindulged and died of exhaustion." Faern's eyes showed a little confusion, "I've checked several times, and it's indeed like that."
"That's ridiculous!" another strong bearmen shouted, "It was just one night! With Baylon's physical strength, he wouldn't die of exhaustion even if he fought on the battlefield for ten days or half a month! "
"Yes, even if this woman is powerful … I believe that she killed Baylon, but I don't believe that she exhausted Baylon to death!" another legendary priest asserted.
Faern sighed, and looked at the old man.
The old man frowned slightly, he did not doubt Faern's ability, especially when it involved the death of a legendary master, Faern would definitely check carefully no matter what.
But … to die of exhaustion after one night, for a legendary master to die in such a way, and a strong bearmen priest at that, it was simply ridiculous!
He closed his eyes, and a strange wave rose from his body.
As one of the few demigod masters in the entire Main Plane, he could contact the Orc Gods at any time, and could even directly use his soul to visit the God Kingdom of the Gods.
Although it was rude to do so, in order to find out the truth, he could only be rude for once, and ask the person personally.
In this world, "dead men tell no tales" was not true, even if a person died, his soul still remained. If he really wanted to investigate, he could directly ask the soul — it was just a little more troublesome.
After a while, the strange wave on the old man's body calmed down, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The various legendary masters all looked at him curiously, waiting for his news.
"Hehe … how strange …" The old man squinted his eyes, and laughed, "Faern, the results of your examination are correct."
"What?!" A few people exclaimed together.
The legendary priest with the title "Roaring Ironarm", one of the highest figures in the entire United Church of the Orc Gods, really died of exhaustion because he was too ruthless in bed?!
"Oh my god …" A pigman mage was so shocked that he forgot the standard common language that he had practiced for so many years, and spoke with his own tribe's accent that he had always despised.
"Then … that woman …" Faern was the first to react, and asked respectfully.
The old man snorted coldly, "Faern, don't worry about other things for now, focus on finding this woman."
He said coldly, "A woman who can make Baylon lose her mind just by flirting and lose control of her lust. Moreover, her physical strength is rapidly consumed, and she will die of exhaustion in just one night … Such a woman is not common. Maybe she is a high-level assassin secretly trained by some evil church!"
"Just now, His Majesty, who was curious, used his prophecy ability to take a look," the old man said in a low voice, "the prophecy of a true god was blocked."
All the legendary masters suddenly became solemn, and all of them revealed a grave expression.
Now that things had developed to this point, the severity of the situation had escalated.
In comparison, the death of a few priests who had not yet stepped into the legendary realm had already been thrown out of their minds.
Therefore, after a few days, more priests died, but there were still no clues about that woman, and she did not appear again.
In the underground labyrinth, the pink piglet danced with joy, bragging about her achievements to the big green jellyfish lying on the ground, feeling proud of herself.
It was still a long time before she could return to her human form …
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