This was troublesome.
After knowing the movements of the Elves, Bazan and the High Priest understood that they were in trouble this time.
"So it's like this … This is their true goal. They want to set up a teleportation formation nearby!"
Bazan said with a gloomy expression.
There was a deep fear in his eyes.
Bazan already understood.
Whether it was attacking the surrounding Half Beast Tribe or spreading rumors …
These methods were probably done by the Elves to weaken the faith of God Father!
The Elves' ultimate goal was to set up a teleportation formation!
These strange elves were blessed by the God of Death. Every one of them could be resurrected after death.
This was no longer a secret among the Half Beastmen …
And in the war in the underground world, the Elves used teleportation formations to combine with their powerful revival ability to appear on the battlefield again and again. In the end, they managed to defeat the Undead Army of the Underdark Alliance …
It was clear that they were planning to do this again.
Of course, birth, old age, sickness, and death were the laws of the world.
In Bazan's view, the revival of the Elves must have some kind of limit or restriction and there must be a price.
Although he didn't know what price the Elves needed to pay to revive, it definitely existed!
However, everything had its own priorities.
In this kind of war, compared to the strange and terrifying revival ability of the Elves, the price wasn't important.
Revival … This was the most frightening thing about the Elves!
As long as they set up a teleportation formation, they would be in an invincible position and the Half Beastmen would lose their original advantage …
Bazan clenched his fists as he recalled the orders of God Father that the High Priest had told him.
The main content was that the Half Beastmen army had to resist the Elves' attack and protect Sandstorm City where the 'World Tree Kingdom' appeared. Finally, they had to force the existence behind the Elves to make a move …
As for who the existence behind the Elves was, the oracle didn't say it clearly, but Bazan and the High Priest already had a tacit understanding.
Who else could be important to a True God?
It must be the myth behind it.
This … was actually a plot against the so-called Life Goddess of the Elven Forest!
However, the core of this conspiracy was the strength of the Half-Orcs. They could rely on the defense of Sandstorm City to resist the siege of the elves, but if they could not resist … then everything would be for naught.
"We can't let this go on … If the elves have really built a teleportation circle, they would be able to tear a hole in Sandstorm City even if they sacrificed their lives!"
Bazan said solemnly.
There was no doubt that once the Elves successfully built the Teleportation Circle, they would launch an official attack.
At that time, the Orcs wouldn't be able to pressure the Elves who had the ability to teleport!
Not to mention, as time passed, the rumors in Sandstorm City became more and more widespread. Some of the content was even harder for Bazan to deny.
If this continued … Even if the elves did not attack, Sandstorm City would be destabilized.
Bazan could be proud of his 300,000 strong army.
However, if the morale of the army wavered, this powerful force could also cause a terrifying backlash.
Under the double pressure, if Sandstorm City ran out of its stored power of faith, it might really be breached by the elves!
Thinking of this, Bazan looked at the Chief High Priest beside him and said with a firm expression:
"Chief High Priest, it's not that I don't want to follow the Father's oracle, but we really can't wait any longer."
This time, the Chief High Priest did not deny it.
He fell into silence.
Looking at the elven camp outside the city for a while, the Chief High Priest sighed and said in a deep voice:
"I'll go to the temple now, pray to the Father, and report this matter."
This plan involved a battle at the Mythical level.
There were many decisions that could no longer be directly ordered to be made just because they wanted to make them.
After saying that, the high priest bowed to the Oracle King, Bazan, and hurriedly left the Sandstorm Tower, heading towards the shrine in the city.
Looking at the Chief High Priest's back, Bazan breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, his gaze shifted to the elven camp in the distance that was becoming more and more like a fortress. He clenched his fist slightly:
"These elves … How did they appear in the Elven Forest?"
…
The high priest left the Sandstorm Tower and headed straight for the temple under the escort of his soldiers.
Walking on the streets, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere in Sandstorm City was more subtle than before.
There were not many pedestrians on the streets, but the number of patrolling soldiers had increased by several times.
When they saw the Chief High Priest, they would all stop and bow their heads.
However, the high priest noticed that compared to a few days ago, many of the residents and soldiers now had an indescribable emotion when they saluted.
Or rather … resentment.
Seeing this, the Chief High Priest's expression became even gloomier.
"These damn elves!"
He cursed in his heart.
Quickening his pace, the Chief High Priest soon arrived at the temple.
The temple in Sandstorm City was also a remnant of the dwarven era. It was said that it was once the church of the Dwarven God of Forging, Dolft.
But the dwarves who used to live here gave up on Sandstorm City and their original beliefs, and in the end, the orcs took advantage of it.
Entering the temple, the Chief High Priest quickly came to the statue of the God of Winter and the Hunt, Oulleur.
Then, he prostrated himself on the ground and prayed devoutly.
"Praise the winter, praise the hunt, praise the great Lord Father!"
His slightly aged voice echoed in the rough temple, and as he knelt, the statue suddenly bloomed with a silver light, gradually enveloping the Chief High Priest...
At the same time, the Chief High Priest raised his spirits and slowly reported the recent events in Sandstorm City, and requested to fight.
And after reporting the recent events, he quickly lowered his head and waited for the True God's new oracle.
The silver light continued to envelop the temple.
But, unlike before, the Chief High Priest found that his prayer this time did not receive an immediate response from the Father.
It was not until he knelt in the temple for more than ten minutes that a majestic voice rang in his mind:
"Approved."
Hearing the True God's response, the Chief High Priest sighed in relief.
He stood up, then bowed to the statue again and drew a bow-shaped symbol on his chest:
"Praise the winter, praise the hunt, praise the great Lord Father!"
...
In the alternate space of the void.
Oulleur, the God of Winter and the Hunt, cut off his communication with the world of Segers and looked at the head of the round table.
His expression was slightly gloomy:
"Your Holiness Holdell, I've finished conveying the oracle."
The God of Darkness and Shadows, Holdell, who looked like a kind old man in his sixties, nodded slowly.
Then, he looked at the other two mythical existences in the alternate space:
"Your Holiness Alisa, Your Holiness Lulia, are you sure you sensed his aura?"
The fallen angel, Lulia, nodded gently and said with a smile, "There's no mistake.
"There's no mistake. He's already here."
The Queen of Pain, Alisa, also smiled charmingly:
"I also sensed it. His aura has indeed appeared on the side of the elves, and it's very pure … exactly the same as in the underground world. No … it's even purer than in the underground world, although he's hiding it."
Hearing Alisa's words, Hoerder nodded slightly.
"I believe in your judgment, Your Holiness Alisa."
The Queen of Pain, Alisa, had the priesthood of [Prying]. Although "Her" divine power was only at a weak level, Holdell still trusted "Her" judgment.
"It seems that" He "really came. But I didn't expect" His "mind to still be clear … He actually patiently waited until now, and … he's vigilant enough."
Holdell sighed.
After saying that, "He" looked at Oulleur:
"Your Holiness Oulleur, it's up to you whether or not" He "can be forced to show himself."
Oulleur's eyes flickered slightly, and he said:
"Your Holiness Holdell, you should know … how important the power gathered in Sandstorm City is to me."
"Don't worry." He "is only one person. He can't escape. Your efforts will be rewarded."
...
South of Sandstorm City, in a small Half-Orc tribe.
The sound of swords and sabers rang out everywhere, accompanied by angry roars and screams. It was chaos.
The sand on the ground was broken open, and Crypt Spiders the size of humans crawled out from it. Behind them were elves waving their weapons and howling.
The entire tribe was in a mess.
The battle was coming to an end, and the resistance of the Half-Orcs was getting weaker.
The captives who had surrendered had been gathered together. They were gathered together, looking frightened.
The elves began to loot excitedly, carrying all kinds of spoils of war in the tribe. Not even some scrap metal was left behind.
In the middle of the tribe, a majestic Black Dragon was greedily looting the gemstones collected by the Half-Orc tribe. At the same time, it was roaring at the elves who were ready to make a move.
"Get lost! You greedy fellows! These gemstones are all Merril's! They're all Merril's! If you want to loot, go somewhere else! "
The whole scene was like a bandit robbery.
Salty Meow stood not far away and watched everything happen. She covered her face and shook her head, sighing.
"Really … Every time we break into the city, I feel like I'm leading a group of robbers … I feel like we're the villains. I can't bear to look at this scene."
"Murder and arson are the best!"
On the other side, the gourd laughed.
Just as it was laughing, a Crypt Spider swayed its huge butt and swayed between the two of them.
It had a piece of obsidian in its mouth that it found in the Half-Orc tent, chewing on it noisily.
Seeing the Crypt Spider, the gourd's expression changed, and it quickly hid.
It was only when the Crypt Spider was far away that it heaved a sigh of relief and carefully revealed itself, like a thief.
Salty Meow was speechless.
She looked at the gourd speechlessly and said,
"Gourd, why are you hiding? Every time you see a Crypt Spider, you're like a mouse seeing a cat. "
The gourd laughed bitterly.
"Boss Meow, even the captain has to avoid a Crypt Spider when he sees one. Otherwise, he'll be surrounded and beaten up by a group of spiders."
Salty Meow was speechless.
"Surrounded and beaten up?"
She had a strange expression.
"Ahem … It's a long story. Weren't we the ones who triggered the Crypt Spider Queen's mission in the beginning? We went a little overboard at that time, and Rose hated us. She still hasn't forgiven us. "
The gourd scratched the back of its head and smiled bitterly.
Salty Meow was speechless.
"What did you guys do?"
She asked curiously.
"Ahem, we used the captain's homemade gunpowder to blow up her nest and burned a little of her outer armor. She hadn't advanced yet at that time, right? We accidentally succeeded … Ahem, later when she transformed, we found out that it was her butt that was blown up. "
The gourd said awkwardly.
"Pfft … Hahahaha …"
Salty Meow couldn't help but laugh out loud, then shook his head.
"No wonder … I was wondering why you guys didn't use the Crypt Spider as mounts. It turns out that you guys were blacklisted.
"What a pity. Although the Crypt Spiders are weak during the day and are afraid of Holy Light-type spells, their speed and carrying capacity are pretty good."
Hearing Salty Meow's words, the gourd shook its head.
"Sigh … Let's not talk about it anymore. Our favorability with Rose is still -100 … We can't save it in this lifetime. This Spider Lady is too vengeful."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed. He hurriedly grabbed his weapon and fled as fast as he could.
Seeing this, Salty Meow was slightly stunned.
It was not until another group of medium-sized Crypt Spiders passed by under the lead of a large Crypt Spider that she understood why they ran so fast.
"That's tragic."
She shook her head.
After looking around, Salty Meow looked at a certain Black Dragon who was holding a pile of gemstones and laughing foolishly.
He shouted, "Merril! Don't laugh, have some backbone! You're a noble Megalosaurus! By the way … Have you seen Big Sister? "
Merril put away the gemstones and shook his head.
"I haven't seen her."
"But … she should be dealing with the statues in the west, right? That seems to be the main tent of the Orcs … "
Hearing its words, Little Salty Meow nodded and gestured an 'OK' gesture.
"Okay!"
Then, she grabbed the shiny golden staff and ran towards the west.
…
After the rhythmic prayer ended, Eve gently opened her eyes.
In front of her, a statue of Oulleur gradually dimmed.
Another node of the Faith Network was removed.
At this moment, a clear call came from afar.
"Master Zero, Master Zero!"
Eve looked up.
Salty Meow, who was wearing a gorgeous Wizard robe, jumped in front of her and laughed.
"Master Zero, have you completed the mission? The battle on our side is over. "
Eve nodded slightly.
"It's done."
After that, she wanted to say something else, but suddenly her heart skipped a beat. She looked towards the north.
"What's wrong?"
Salty Meow asked curiously.
Eve narrowed her eyes slightly, then slowly looked away.
"Nothing."
She replied.
Then, she had a meaningful expression.
"Some people finally couldn't sit still …"
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