Spit … spit before leaving?
Towards the statues of the true gods?
After hearing Salty Meow's words, the Orcs and human captives were dumbfounded.
The dignity of the true gods was not to be blasphemed. If someone really did that, they would be done for!
Although these statues were only taken out temporarily by the Elves and were not consecrated in the temple, they were still the representatives of the true gods.
In the World of Segers where the true gods existed, the statues that represented the true gods had some sort of connection with the true gods, even if there was no communication with the true gods through the power of faith.
Even if blaspheming such statues did not attract the attention of the true gods, they would be labeled as blasphemers.
The collapse of one's faith was absolute, and could not be forgiven.
In that case, there was no turning back, and they would definitely not be tolerated by the church they originally believed in.
Vicious!
How vicious!
The Orcs and human mercenaries were horrified.
It was only because they were shallow believers. If devout believers were to hear such an order from the elves, they would rather be killed.
But even shallow believers, blasphemy was enough to cause a huge impact on their worldview and beliefs.
The Orcs and mercenaries did not expect the Elves to give such an order …
Battles between the true gods were usually very restrained, especially when it came to the dignity and dignity of the true gods.
This method could be said to be no different from the audacious followers of the Evil God!
"Evil gods … The terrifying existence in the Elven Forest must be an evil god!"
Cell, who was frightened by Salty Meow's words, muttered to himself.
The captives gradually became restless.
Seeing that the captives were terrified, but no one moved, the players became impatient.
They had been staying here for too long.
There were so many spoils of war this time, and transporting them back was not a small task. Previously, the Orcs had successfully escaped, so they were a little worried that the Orcs' reinforcements would arrive if they delayed for too long.
Noticing the impatience of the other players, Salty Meow thought for a while and repeated:
"Hurry up and choose, blasphemy … or death."
She winked at Myril and pulled out a shiny gemstone from her bosom and threw it at him.
Merril's eyes lit up.
It hurriedly reached out to take the gemstone and put it away happily. Then, it cooperated and used its dragon power to intimidate …
As soon as the Dragon's Might was released, the Half-Beastmen and Humans felt an incomparably terrifying aura descend upon them, causing their hair to stand on end and their hearts to tremble in fear.
Some of the weaker captives were unable to withstand the pressure and directly knelt on the ground.
For a moment, their expressions became even more terrified.
However, even though they were terrified, even though they were afraid, there was still no one who stood out …
Seeing this, Salty Meow frowned slightly.
She found that although these half-orcs and humans were shallow believers, their faith was much more persistent than she had imagined.
At this moment, she suddenly understood why the Elves would have a bad impression of players who made fun of the Goddess in the Elven Forest, even if it was just one sentence.
The NPCs in "Elven Nation" really valued their faith.
Salty Meow's gaze wandered around the captives, and finally stopped on the only half-orc priest.
Her heart skipped a beat, and the corners of her mouth curled up again.
If she remembered correctly, it was this priest's surrender that caused a series of chain reactions, which led to the complete collapse of the Orc tribe that originally had some resistance …
Perhaps, she had to start with him.
Thinking of this, she looked at Cell with a smile and said,
"You first."
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Cell.
Cell was speechless.
Looking at Salty Meow's smile, he felt his scalp tingle.
At the same time, he felt that he was being stared at by many eyes.
Those were the Elves who killed without batting an eyelid. It was as if if he said no, they would attack in the next second and send him back to the Kingdom of Gods.
No … Although he was a priest, he was a defective one. Even if he died, he would not be able to return to the Kingdom of Gods. If he died, he died …
At this moment, Cell felt his heart turn cold.
Still …
Did he have a choice?
He surrendered in the beginning because he wanted to live …
He was afraid of death, really afraid of death.
A good death … was better than a bad life.
After struggling for a while, Cell finally stood out.
At this moment, his face was ashen and his eyes were dull.
Seeing him stand out, the other half-orcs widened their eyes in disbelief.
For a moment, the captives were even more restless.
Feeling the piercing gazes on him, Cell gritted his teeth and walked in front of the statue of the god in Oulleur …
"He … Pui …"
He looked solemn as he spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
The moment he blasphemed the statue, the power of faith in Cell's body suddenly shattered. His strength that was originally at the lower Silver level was like a punctured balloon, instantly falling …
In just a few seconds, he lost all the power of a priest and became an ordinary half-orc.
Betraying the True God naturally meant losing the power bestowed by the True God.
Feeling the disappearance of the power of faith in his body, Cell was not disappointed. Instead, he felt relieved.
The most painful thing was to make up one's mind to betray.
After the betrayal, one would become numb.
He sat on the ground and seemed to have lost all his strength. He stared blankly in front of him, his eyes full of confusion about the future …
He did not even respond when Salty Meow said, "Very good, you can stay."
The fact that the only priest had blasphemed the statue once again stimulated the half-orcs who were not devout in the first place …
At this moment, many people felt that something in their hearts had collapsed.
Before anyone could step forward to blaspheme, the players were surprised and happy to notice that the light of faith in many half-orcs had dissipated. Under the gaze of the [Eye of Faith], they had become green non-believers …
Under the continuous threat of The Black Dragon Merril and Salty Meow's urging, more and more half-orcs and humans chose to blaspheme the statue.
More than a hundred captives, except for a slightly older half-orc who chose to commit suicide by smashing into a rock at the side, the rest of them blasphemed the statue and became non-believers.
"Let's bury him."
Looking at the corpse of the only half-orc, Salty Meow sighed. His gaze was slightly complicated.
Elven Nation was like this.
When you treated the characters in the game as data, there would always be unexpected things that would make you realize that the NPCs you came into contact with and recognized were not just data, but real people with flesh and blood.
At least … they were like real people.
Even if they were enemies.
The half-orc priest Ju Shan who sacrificed himself for the tribe was like this. The Lionheart King Imsh who sacrificed himself for the tribe was like this. The old half-orc who chose to die was also like this.
Even if they were enemies, Salty Meow felt some admiration when he saw similar NPCs.
Of course, admiration was admiration, and the game had to continue.
The half-orcs who chose to die were worthy of admiration, but the half-orcs who chose to defect … they were also treasures!
Thinking of this, Salty Meow looked at the captives who had become more obedient after blaspheming the statue and gave the order to return.
They had gained enough from this trip, and they had to bring back the spoils of war.
Of course, the players who had tasted the sweetness of victory were now looking forward to finding the next half-orc tribe.
…
Cell did not know how he followed the elves out of the Desert of Death.
After blaspheming the statue of the true god, he had been muddle-headed and felt empty in his heart.
Did he regret it?
Perhaps there was …
But compared to regret, what made him feel particularly ashamed was that he felt relieved that he had survived.
Not only that, but he also felt fortunate that he had not been punished by the gods even though he had blasphemed the statue of the true god …
Of course, at this moment, he understood that he would probably never be able to return to the Desert of Death.
Blasphemers were even more unforgivable than heretics.
Just like this, he went with the flow, with confusion about the future, through the Gloom Mountain Range, through the Gloom Canyon, and arrived at the magnificent ruins of the elven city in the canyon.
No, perhaps it could not be called a ruin anymore. There were already some faint signs of prosperity here.
On the other hand, Cell had also heard of this famous elf city ruins.
This was one of the seven elven cities — Rivendell.
When they arrived, they were quickly greeted by a large number of elves.
Cell swore that he had never seen so many elves in his entire life!
Their equipment was slightly worse than the elves who had captured him, but they were all running and jumping, and their style was no different from the ones who had captured them. It was obvious that they were the evil elves who believed in evil gods …
These elves surrounded them and pointed at them, their eyes shining as they whispered to each other.
Those eyes were very similar to the greedy eyes of the human merchants when Cell sold the elves to them …
However, Cell did not stay in Rivendell for long before he was brought into the deep mine by the elves.
Then, each of them was given a number by the elves, forced to sign a slave contract, and given an iron pickaxe.
"Your task is to mine. Those who dig more will have meat to eat, those who dig less will have their meals cut in half. As long as you do well, we will not mistreat you. "
The elves said so.
They … became miners.
"Miners, huh … But, it's better than being dead."
Finally settling down, Cell heaved a sigh of relief.
At least … These elves really did not intend to kill them.
They did not make them into skewers and barbecue them like in the legends …
With some rejoicing and some helplessness, Cell picked up the iron pickaxe …
…
The first batch of players to enter the Death Desert was about 2,000 people.
Most of them moved in groups, and they were mainly led by the four major guilds.
As time passed, the players sent back more and more information from the Death Desert …
The new map was perfected with the players' continuous exploration, and many species unique to the Death Desert were recorded in the game's database.
Of course, the main characters of the Death Desert, the Orcs, were the focus of the players' attention.
The coordinates of the Orc strongholds were marked on the map one after another.
However, many of the coordinates were erased not long after they were marked …
Some of them did not even have time to be marked …
Because they were all wiped out by the players.
However, these were mostly small tribes that were easily wiped out by the players.
As they explored the Death Desert, the players were surprised to find that the Orcs were not as poor as they thought …
On the contrary, every Beastman tribe had accumulated a lot of wealth.
In particular, the Orcs and the Sauron's Chamber of Commerce had frequent exchanges recently, and many tribes had gathered large amounts of war materials. These materials that had not been put into use in time were mostly taken advantage of by the players.
Ransacking the Orc tribes gradually became the most enthusiastic thing for the Wasteland Reclaimers.
Of course, there were successful attacks, and naturally, there were unsuccessful ones.
After all, not every Orc tribe was as weak as Cell's tribe.
Similarly, as the players went deeper into the Death Desert and fought with the Orcs, the Orcs' movements and plans gradually became clear under the players' exploration …
The Orcs in the Death Desert were indeed preparing for war.
This time, they planned to go all out.
Their target was the Elf Forest.
However, compared to the Orcs' next move, the players were more interested in the harvest in the Death Desert.
It was enough for the higher-ups to worry about the decision-making team.
Even if the sky fell, the Goddess would hold it up. They only needed to fight wherever the Goddess pointed.
Especially after the Mengmeng Committee's Wasteland Reclaimers returned, the war mission in the Death Desert was pushed to a climax again!
They … brought back more than 100 Orcs and human slaves!
Not only that, but they also turned them into miners!
After practical experiments, these Orcs, who had been forced to abandon their beliefs, seemed to be doing well!
This operation made the remaining players' eyes light up.
After all, the Elf Forest was lacking in labor, especially Rivendell's miners.
Because of the Magic Gun, the price of Mithril and Magic Stones in the Elf Forest was four to five times higher than during the Third Beta Test!
It could be said that whoever controlled the mines would be able to become rich.
Moreover, even if they did not use the Orcs themselves, the captured Orcs could be sold to the Dwarves in the Underworld at a good price!
For a moment, the players' attention gathered on the Death Desert again.
But this time, they were not only envious of the Orcs' heads, but also the tribe's resources …
They were also envious of the Orcs themselves.
After the Mengmeng Committee's Chairman, Salty Meow, enthusiastically shared his experience of capturing Orcs on the forum, the players' enthusiasm was completely ignited …
The players' actions were also seen by Eve, who had been watching the screen. She did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"As long as they don't bring believers back, don't let them enter the Elf Forest, and don't really blaspheme the statue of the True God, the rest … Let them be."
She shook her head secretly.
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