Due to the fact that they were very close to the negative side of the Ring of the World, they could see the mighty flow of the Origin beyond the Boundless Plains. These powers of Order that came from the positive side had gone through the entire Material Plane. They were no longer as orderly as before. Instead, they had become colorful. Order, Chaos, Kindness, Evil, Light, Darkness, Earth, Water, Wind, Fire, Life, Death … the rich and colorful Material Plane had given them all sorts of attributes. They converged into colorful torrents like rivers and seas, surging towards the edge of the Material Plane and flowing towards the negative side.
At this time, in the torrents, there was a skinny old horse, carrying a knight in old armor, standing outside the Endless Field.
He looked very bleak and down. The warhorse was so skinny that its ribs could be seen. It wobbled as it walked, as if it could fall down and die at any time. The patterns and decorations on the armor were almost worn out. Many parts of the armor were rusted. Many pieces of the armor, which should have been connected with leather from the inside, were even cracked. His body, which was as skinny as the warhorse, could be vaguely seen. The sword without any decoration was in a worn leather scabbard. The tip of the sword was exposed. The silk thread, which should have been wrapped around the sword handle to absorb sweat, had been replaced by a rag.
All in all, he gave off the impression that he was poor and dejected at first glance. He was like a funny character who walked out of a comedy, or an exaggerated background character who was defeated in a tragic movie. He was as miserable as he could be.
However, when he saw him, the smiling and confident Lefon's expression changed.
"Astoril, what are you doing here?" He asked coldly. Sui Xiong could clearly hear some uneasiness in his voice, and he could clearly see some fear on his face.
Among all the gods in the world, there were only a few who could make him so uneasy and afraid. The Master of Order was definitely one. His brother, the God of Justice, Yorgaardman, was probably one. The Master of Mystery, who had a glorious and frightening battle record, was probably one. As for the rest … could the God of Light be one? Sui Xiong was a little doubtful.
But he never thought that the God of Knights could make Lefon show such an expression.
In his impression, Astoril, the God of Knights, was a god who lacked a sense of existence. This god rarely sent down oracles, and he never appeared in all kinds of big and small matters. His church was constantly being oppressed and annexed by the God of Aristocracy, but he did not react at all. He was just like a slow sloth. If you gave him a slap, it would take three minutes before he would cry out in pain.
After all, the God of Literature and Art was still trying to save his own church, so he came to negotiate with Sui Xiong to move the headquarters of the Church of the God of Literature and Art to the grand theater of the Void Mask Amusement Park!
Sui Xiong had always felt that the God of Knights was quite weak. Seeing his church being bullied like that, he did not have any reaction. He was a complete weakling. Sui Xiong felt that if he were to encounter such a situation, even if he did not fly into a rage and pull out his sword, he would still look for the God of Aristocracy to negotiate with them. He would definitely not allow such a thing to continue.
But the God of Knights did nothing.
So Sui Xiong really looked down on him.
But … looking at Lefon now, this God of Knights seemed to have a knack …
Sui Xiong floated on the side thoughtfully, quietly watching the development of the situation.
He did not know when the Gods of the Orc God System had also flown out from the Endless Field to cheer for their boss. But whether intentionally or not, they did not keep their distance from Sui Xiong. Instead, they stood together. For example, on Sui Xiong's left was the Elephant Man who had been taught a lesson by Lefon, the God of Strength of the Orcs. On his right was a Wild Boar Man with two fangs in his mouth, the God of Farming of the Orcs. Behind him stood a timid and weak Rabbit Man, the God of Fertility of the Orcs. A little further in front, there was a Snake Man with his head always tilted to one side, the previous Master God of Orcs, "Iron Mask Evil Spirit," Snakenell …
"Hey, you guys are too crowded!" Sui Xiong said with a frown.
The Wild Boar Man with a face full of fat hummed and laughed. He said with a grunt, "Let's get into a formation first. We'll start later."
"Brother, I think I've seen you before …"
"Well, last time when everyone ganged up on you, I talked to you."
"Weren't you a domestic pig at that time? How did you become a wild boar? "
"I originally had a few faces. Last time was on the Main Plane, and the power of the doppelgänger was limited. This time, it's my real body." The Wild Boar Man waved the big wooden stick in his hand and said confidently, "Wait and see, I'll hit that old tin can with a stick!"
"Don't brag. When we fight later, be alert. Don't let him kill you with a sword." Next to him, a Tiger Man with two machetes in his hands said coldly, "This time it's not a joke. Don't be silly!"
Sui Xiong was full of doubts. The Orc God System had all come out, and even the Rabbit Man God, who did not know how to fight, had come out. Why were they so nervous as if they were facing a formidable enemy? Was the God of Knights very powerful?
So he asked this question.
"What?" The one who answered him was still the Wild Boar Man. He turned his head stupidly and looked at Sui Xiong as if he was looking at a fool. "Finally, I see someone who is stupider than me …"
Sui Xiong looked at this guy's stupid and fat face and suddenly felt that his intelligence was insulted.
How could he be stupider than this guy!
Fortunately, the Wild Boar Man, the God of Farming of the Orc God System and the creator of the Boar Men, Biggar Pister, did not dwell on the question of "intelligence" and quickly got back to business. "That guy Astoril is very powerful! We suffered at his hands and were killed so miserably … "
He raised his unarmed left hand and pointed to Snakenell, the God of Snake Men not far away. "Snake Boss's father, the Big Poisonous Python, died in that battle."
Snakenell, who was holding a long spine spear, clearly heard his words. He turned his head and stared at him with his gloomy eyes, but did not say anything and turned his head back.
Sui Xiong was stunned for a moment and tried to recall carefully, but he could not remember such a thing. So he simply used the method of consciousness communication to ask for details.
This method of communication was much faster than ordinary conversation. It only took a while for Biggar Pister to tell him the whole story in detail.
It happened a very long time ago. At that time, the creator of the Orcs, the "ancestor", had just died. From his corpse, the original Orc God System was born. There were six terrible Giant Gods. And the Mother of Sea, who had lost her enemy, had no interest in cultivating a fighting race. She handed over the human race to the "guardian knight" Astoril, who had just succeeded in apotheosizing, and retired.
The Orcs and the human race were still at war. One side had the advantage of individual force, while the other side had the advantage of discipline and growth speed. The war was very fierce.
Later, Astoril launched an attack on the Orc Gods.
That battle had been so intense that even the sun and moon had lost their light. However, very few people knew exactly what had happened. Even the battle itself was rarely mentioned by people.
However, the Orc Gods never dared to forget that war.
In that battle, four of the six Giant Gods of the Orcs' ancestors were killed by Astoril, and the Great Viper was one of them. Snakenell, the Iron Mask Ferocious Spirit, was born from his corpse. The remaining two Giant Gods were also seriously injured and had been half asleep for a long time. But as long as they woke up, they would endlessly warn their descendants to be careful of that iron can guy, and remember to take revenge!
Because of this, the Orc Gods not only hated Astoril, the God of Knights, but also were very vigilant, even afraid of him. Now that Astoril was at their door, they all rushed out, whether out of anger or out of worry, and were ready for another round of brawling.
"Under the leadership of Boss Lefon, we can definitely kill him!" Biggar Pister emphasized, and repeated it many times.
This just proved that he had a guilty conscience.
If it were not for the fact that he had no confidence, why would he repeatedly emphasize that "we can win"?
Sui Xiong secretly sighed, and the way he looked at Astoril, the God of Knights, suddenly changed.
It was true that one could not judge a book by its cover. This seemingly poor and downtrodden knight turned out to be a peerless strongman who almost single-handedly destroyed the entire Orc God System!
Sui Xiong thought carefully and felt relieved. His big brother was also a peerless strongman, but when he walked on the street, if he deliberately put away the power of a strongman, he would look nothing more than a big beggar in ragged clothes. Although his muscles made him look good, he was not much better than the God of Knights, who at least had an old armor and an old horse.
Even a broken ship had three pounds of nails. No matter how downtrodden an old knight was, he could still get a lot of money by selling his armor.
In front of them, the God of Knights and the Sky Devourer Canine were still negotiating. They did not fight as soon as they met, nor did they speak out. They were just communicating with their consciousness in private. But looking at Lefon's expression, this communication must have been very unpleasant, because his face became more and more ugly, and his eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter.
Finally, he gave up the secret communication and shouted, "Astoril, you don't have to talk nonsense anymore! In any case, our Orc race will not give up on progress! You old fogey, you should have rolled into the garbage heap of history long ago! Don't ask us with your old ideas! "
The God of Knights was silent for a while, then replied, "I just hope that … everyone can live in peace …"
His voice was old and dry, even a little hoarse. It did not sound powerful, but rather sickly.
"Peace? If you really want peace, why didn't Wuther come himself? Why did he send you! " Lefon laughed coldly. With a flash of light, a short spear appeared in his hand. "Today, I will say this here. If you want to stop us, speak with your sword! Otherwise, you'd better shut up! "
He raised the short spear, and the Orc Gods roared together, raising all kinds of weapons in their hands.
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