Vol 3 Chapter 422:

God Cook came to the place of departure without knowing it, even in the city of the sky. Others just felt a gust of wind, and some people were still wondering, is there wind in the city of the sky?
"They haven't come back yet?" Cook asked when he came to the place where the orcs were held.
"Not yet, Speaker Cook, are you separated?" Someone asked suspiciously.
"Well, I have found that not only these orcs are imprisoned here, but also countless humans, dwarves, and dwarf slaves. They are forced to move in a certain direction. There are probably thousands of believers of ancient gods." Cook directly gave them to the people in the God of War Canyon. This group is defined as believers of ancient gods.
Don’t underestimate these four words. In the God Realm, as long as these four words appear, people related to these four words will face extremely tragic fate, and in the rules between the gods, they will Anyone related to the word is not bound by the rules between the gods, which means that they can be dealt with by any means.
"Damn, we should have known that this forbidden area is tricky." A dwarf roared angrily, then looked at Cook.
"I can deal with it, but who knows if there are believers of ancient gods in those slaves? In case these guys go crazy, the casualties are not small." Cook knew that these people had problems in their hearts, so he explained.
The others nodded: "Sure, Speaker Cook thought very well."
"Why don't you follow me to some people?" Cook asked.
"But are there any ancient believers among these orcs?" someone asked worriedly.
"Don't be afraid, these people can't wake up in a few days." Cook said.
So there were a hundred people left here and dozens of them immediately followed Cook. However, where Cook separated from the crowd, dozens of people were already waiting here, so these dozens of people left a few of them. Waiting for others here.
Cook flew for more than three hours with nearly two hundred strong men, and finally caught up with the large migrating troops. There are strong men of all races following Cook. Seeing the miserable appearance of his own people, these strong men I could calm down there and rushed out at once.
However, these old guys are worthy of being strong, the attack formation is formed during the movement, and everyone has a vision.
The violent divine power fluctuations suddenly became strong. The guy in charge of escorting the slaves of all races was just alert, and before he could react, the whole person was knocked out.
The reason why they flew out instead of exploding is not that these powerful men are merciful, but that these escorts are too close to the slaves of all races. If it explodes, it may harm the escorted slaves.
Cook also took the shot at the first time. Cook’s shots seemed to be flirty, but after every guy who was knocked out flew out, he didn’t move anymore. Others were different. Some hits directly. Cracked, and some can struggle after falling.
In less than ten seconds, the entire team had tens of thousands of people, and it was solved in this way. These powerful shots were very fast. The guys escorted in this place were basically lower gods, middle gods, There are only one or two upper gods, and Cook takes care of them. Once the guy goes down, there is no sound.
As for those who are qualified to follow Cooke and come down from the Sky City, the upper god, sorry, you let go, king, sorry, stand behind, there is no face, you come again, the average is the king level The strong.
This is two levels high. If nothing else, the difference between the second-generation second-generation fighters and the fourth-generation fighters is known to everyone. One can deal with 100 fighters. Of course, this is only an estimate. Numbers, if the fourth-generation fighter is going to directly collide with the second-generation fighter, then I’ll say it for nothing.
Not to mention what equipment are on the body following Cook, what equipment are these guys escorting, the gap is widening by more than one level.
"Stand well, don't move."
"Don't move...Papa,"
"Whoever moves again!" The more than one hundred powerhouses did not breathe a sigh of relief, but shouted to at least hundreds of thousands of slaves of various races who were locked in chains. Some wanted to move directly. Slap fainted.
The slaves of all races escorted did not dare to move. I don't know what happened. Isn't it here to save myself?
"You, come here, what's your name?" The screening began. Everyone stared at each slave warily, and some began to screen.
"Paul Harding," a dwarf slave replied.
"From the Harding family, what is the name of your patriarch?" The dwarf who was in charge of screening asked immediately when he heard the name.
"The patriarch's name is Modine Harding." The dwarf replied tremblingly.
"What is the engineering secret of the Harding family?" the dwarf in charge of screening asked.
"The secret of deep hole cutting," the dwarf slave replied.
"Okay, stand aside." The dwarf in charge of the screening breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed in a direction.
"Kacha." This unknown metal chain was directly cut off by a human using a divine weapon.
"Go over there." The dwarf slave could only walk over as ordered.
"Drink, go over." A group of elves are here, a big wooden barrel with green water in it, and dwarfs come here, line up, there are already a dozen people here. Everyone here has to be drunk of this green liquid.
After the dwarf slave drank the green liquid, the elf shouted, "Hurry up."
"This...." The dwarf slave stared blankly at the place where he was pierced by the chain. The place was already pitch black, with thick blood scabs. After drinking the green water, the blood scabs started to crack. , And then the muscles and bones visible to the naked eye continued to grow. Although it was painful, no slave shouted out.
"Everyone, we are from the Council of the Gods. We are here to rescue you. Please stay together according to your race and try to expose the believers of the ancient gods. You are enslaved by the believers of the ancient gods. The entire Temple of the Gods of War has been The ancient took control." Just as the dwarf slave walked over, he heard a human speak.
Paul saw that there were already a dozen dwarfs standing in one place, and Paul also stood over.
"This is for food." An orc handed Paul a piece of bread, a piece of roast meat, and a large glass of ale.
"Hum hum." Asked aroma of bread, golden color of barbecue, as well as glowing bubbles ale, Paul suddenly began to cry.
When Paul cried, the rest of the people also cried. It took almost a day to finish the screening. What makes everyone wonder is that there is no spy.
"Speaker Cook, is this?" Someone looked at Cook worriedly.
Cook did not expect this result, but Cook understood: "In other words, the identity information of these people is correct."
"Then the speaker, do you mean that the person is not necessarily the person?" a dwarf asked.
"Maybe, but the person may be him, but we don't know it." Cook shook his head and said.
"Then what to do?" Everyone is very jealous of the believers of the ancient gods, and they must be found out, otherwise, once the believers of the ancient gods are rescued, they will definitely come back to life.
Cook shook his head and said: "There is a way, but even this way is not very safe. It is either a wrong killing or a long wait."
"Speaker Cook, the wrong kill is the wrong kill. Tell me what is the solution?" a tiger man said.
"Reporting each other, these people can hide from us, but everyone working together, certainly can not hide, at least there will be some clues." Cook said.
"Just do it." Someone agreed with Cook's approach.
Cook shook his head and said, "What if you lie?"
"You can find more people to confirm." Someone replied.
"What if the few people I look for are all believers in ancient gods and slander others?" Cook shook his head and asked.
The patriarch of the fox clan said: "You can first expose the team. If you have any doubts, you will be strictly interrogated. If you can't be 100% sure that there is no problem, just kill it. The ancient believers are absolutely not allowed to stay in the world."
"In fact, there is nothing terrible about the ancient gods." Cook said, shaking his head.
"No, Speaker Cook, that is for you, and for us, this is an inescapable responsibility, the lesson our ancestors exchanged with their lives." A human said.
"Well, then, leave it to you." Cook saw the firm eyes of others, and Cook shook his head and left.
When Cook saw these people again, the number had dropped by nearly 20,000. Cook didn’t know how many of the people who disappeared were wronged, but Cook knew that those who stayed might not be out of time. God believer.
The captive orcs ~EbookFREE.me~ and other races were rescued. When these nearly 300,000 people appeared, the people on Sky City were shocked.
"Our temporary meeting of the Council of the Gods is mainly to discuss and decide the fate of these nearly 300,000 people." Cook called the Council of the Gods.
"Speaker Cook, I suggest that these hundreds of thousands of people form a special city. People in this city cannot leave the territory for life." A human first suggested.
"No, there are our dwarves in there. Our dwarves are Jedi and there is no problem." The dwarf chief stood up immediately and said.
It is ridiculous to say that here are either the elders of a certain force or the big boss of a certain force, but not many have the status of a member of the Diet.
"I don't think it's okay. Although there are ancient believers among these hundreds of thousands, who can guarantee that there are no ancient believers outside?" the dwarf patriarch said.
As soon as this word came out, everyone was silent, and the elf shook his head and said, "Although it is said, I think we should reduce the risk and let these people live in the God of War Canyon. Anyway, Speaker Cook's here was burned by the fire. The land is fertile and feeding hundreds of thousands of people is not a problem."