Chapter 530: Finally can't sit still...

In trouble.
After knowing the movements of the elves, Bazin and the high priest understood that this time it was really troublesome.
"It turns out that's the way... this is their real goal, they want to establish a teleportation circle nearby!"
Bazin said with a gloomy expression.
There was a deep jealousy in his eyes.
Bazin has already figured it out.
Whether it’s attacking the surrounding tribes of orcs or propagating rumors...
All these practices are probably done by the elves to weaken the faith of God the Father!
The basic purpose of the elves is probably to establish a teleportation circle!
These strange elves have been blessed by death, and each of them can be resurrected after death.
This matter is no longer a secret among the orcs...
In the underground world war, the elves used the teleportation circle, combined with their powerful resurrection ability, to appear on the battlefield time and time again, and finally defeated the undead army of the Dark Alliance...
Obviously, this time they are afraid they are planning to do it again.
Of course, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws and laws of the world.
In Bazin's view, this kind of resurrection of the elves must have certain limits or restrictions, and there must be a price.
Although he didn't know the price of the elf's resurrection, it must exist!
It's just that things have priorities.
In such a war, compared to the weird and terrifying resurrection ability of the elves, the price is actually not important.
Resurrection... is the most fearful part of these elves!
As long as the teleportation circle is established, I am afraid that these guys will be invincible, and the original advantage of the orcs will be directly lost...
Bazin clenched his fists, and he remembered the command in the oracle that the chief high priest had told him.
The main content is that the half-orc army must resist the attack of the elves, protect the sandstorm city where the "world tree kingdom" appears, and finally force the existence behind the elves to take action...
As for who is behind the elves, the oracle did not specify, but Bazin and the chief high priest had long been tacitly aware.
Who can be the existence that can be valued by the true God?
It must be a myth hidden behind it.
This... is actually a plot against the so-called goddess of life in the Fairy Forest!
However, the core of this conspiracy lies in the strength of the orcs, able to rely on the defense of Sandstorm City to resist the siege of the elves, but if they can't resist it... then everything will be vanished.
"It can't go on like this... If the elves really build a teleportation circle, then even if they use a life pile, they can tear Sandstorm City through a gap!"
Bazin said solemnly.
There is no doubt that once the elves have successfully established the teleportation formation, they will definitely launch a formal attack.
At that time, the half-orcs couldn't put pressure on the elves with teleporting ability like the requirements in the oracle!
Not to mention, with the passage of time, the rumors spread more and more in the sandstorm city, and some of them are hard to deny Bazin.
If it continues...even if the elves don't attack, the interior of Sandstorm City will probably be unstable.
An army of 300,000 can be a proud force for Bazin.
But if the hearts of the army float, this powerful force may also suffer a terrible backlash...
Under the double pressure, if the sandstorm city runs out of the power of faith stored, it is really possible to be breached by the elves!
Thinking of this, Bazin looked at the chief high priest beside him, and said firmly:
"High priest, it's not that I don't want to arrange according to the oracle of the Father, but now we really can't wait any longer."
This time, the high priest did not deny it.
He fell silent.
Looking at the elf camp outside the city for a while, the chief high priest sighed and said solemnly:
"I will go to the temple now, pray to the Father, and report this."
This plan involves contention at the level of mythology.
Many decisions are not what they want to make, so they can directly order to make them.
After speaking, the high priest bowed to the oracle king Bazan and hurriedly left the sandstorm tower and headed for the temple in the city.
Seeing the high priest leaving from the back, Bazin also breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, his gaze moved to the elf camp in the distance, which was more and more like a fortress, and he clenched his fist slightly:
"These elves... how did they appear in the Fairy Forest?"
...
The chief high priest left the sandstorm tower and rushed towards the temple, surrounded by soldiers.
While walking on the street, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere in Sandstorm City was more subtle than the previous days.
There are not many pedestrians on the streets, but there are several times more soldiers on patrol.
When they saw the high priest, they would stop and bow their heads to salute.
However, the high priest noticed that compared with the respectfulness of the past few days, many residents and soldiers now have a little more indescribable emotion when they salute.
Or... grievance.
Seeing this situation, the expression of the chief high priest became more gloomy.
"These elves!"
He cursed secretly.
Speeding up the pace, the high priest soon came to the temple.
The temple in Sandstorm City is also a remnant building from the dwarven era. It is said that it used to be the church of Dorft, the of dwarves and forging.
It's just that the dwarves who once lived here abandoned Sandstorm City at the same time they gave up their original beliefs, and finally made the half-orcs cheaper.
Entering the temple, the high priest soon came to the statue of Uller, the of winter and hunting.
Afterwards, he prostrated himself and prayed devoutly:
"Praise the cold winter, praise the hunt, praise the great Father God!"
His slightly old voice echoed in the rugged temple, and as he knelt down, the idol suddenly burst into silver light, and gradually wrapped the high priest...
At the same time, the high priest also raised his spirits, slowly explained what had happened in Sandstorm City, and asked to fight.
After reporting the latest situation, he quickly lowered his head and waited for the new oracle of the true god.
The silver brilliance continued to envelope the temple.
However, unlike before, the high priest found that his prayer this time had not received an immediate response from God the Father.
And it wasn't until he knelt down in the temple for more than ten minutes that a majestic voice rang in his mind:
"quasi."
Hearing the true God's response, the high priest breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood up, then bowed to the idol again, and drew a bow symbol on his chest:
"Praise the cold winter, praise the hunt, praise the great Father God!"
...
In the void and different space.
Ural, the of Winter and Hunting, cut off communication with the world of Segus and looked at the first seat of the round table.
His expression was slightly gloomy:
"Under Holder's crown, I have finished delivering the oracle."
Holder, the of darkness and shadows on the first seat, who is as kind as a sixtieth old man, nodded slowly.
Then, he looked at the other two mythological existences in different spaces:
"Alyssa, Luria, are you sure you sense his breath?"
The fallen angel Luria nodded slightly, and said with a smile:
"It can't be wrong, he has already come."
Queen of Pain Alyssa also smiled charmingly:
"The concubine also sensed that on the side of the elves, his breath did appear, and it was very pure...exactly the same as in the underground world, no...even more pure than in the underground world, although he is covering it up."
After hearing Alyssa's words, Holder nodded slightly:
"I trust your judgment, Alyssa."
The Queen of Pain Alyssa has the priesthood of [spy]. Although his divine power is only a weak level, Holder still trusts his judgment.
"It seems that he really came, but I didn't expect that his mentality was still clear... he waited patiently until now, and... he was also vigilant enough."
Holder sighed.
After speaking, He looked at Uller again:
"Under Uller's crown, it's up to you to force him to show up."
Uller's gaze flickered slightly and said:
"Under Holder, you should know... how important the power gathered in Sandstorm City is to me."
"Don't worry, there is only one person. He can't escape. You will be rewarded for your efforts."
...
South of Sandstorm City, in a tribe of small orcs.
The sound of swords, shouts and killings, accompanied by roars and screams, was chaotic.
The sand on the ground was broken open, and heads of human-sized crypt spiders were burrowing out of them. Behind them were elves brandishing weapons and shouting.
The entire tribe is in a mess.
The battle was almost over, and the resistance of the orcs became weaker and weaker.
The captives who had surrendered had been gathered, and they were gathered together, looking terrified.
And the elves also began to looting excitedly, carrying all kinds of spoils in the tribe, even some broken copper and iron did not remain...
In the center of the tribe, a majestic black dragon is greedily searching for the gems collected by the half-orc tribe, and at the same time it is constantly roaring at the surrounding elves:
"Go on! You greedy fellows! These gems belong to Myrell! They belong to Myrell! You need to search for things and go elsewhere!"
The whole scene is like robbery by bandits.
Xiao Xianmiao stood not far away and watched what happened. While covering her face, she shook her head and exclaimed:
"Really... Every time I break through the city, I feel that I have brought a large group of bandits... I feel that we are the villains, and this style of painting can hardly bear to look directly at it."
"Kill, kill and set the gold belt on fire!"
On the other side, Hulu laughed loudly.
And just as he was laughing, a crypt spider twisted his huge and swayed past the two of them.
It still had a piece of obsidian found in a half-orc tent in its mouth, and gnawed at it.
Seeing the crypt spider, Calabash's face changed and he hid quickly.
It wasn't until the Crypt Spider went away that he breathed a sigh of relief and appeared cautiously, like a thief...
Xiao Xian Miao:...
She glanced at each other speechlessly and said:
"What are you hiding from gourd? Every time you see a crypt spider, it looks like a mouse and a cat..."
Hulu gave a wry smile:
"Boss Meow, don't say it's me, even if the captain sees the crypt spiders, he has to walk around, otherwise, he will be surrounded by a group of spiders and beaten up."
Xiao Xian Miao:...
"Wai... Surrounded and beaten?"
She has a weird look.
"Ahem... It's a long story, didn't we inspire the mission of the Crypt Spider Mother in the first place? At that time, it was a bit too much, and Rose hated it, and now I have not forgiven us."
Gourd touched the back of his head, and said with a bitter smile.
Xiao Xian Miao:...
"What have you done?"
She asked curiously.
"Ahem, I used a few captain's homemade gunpowder to blow up her lair, and also scorched a little of her outer armor. Wasn't she still not promoted at that time? We succeeded by accident...cough, later We only knew when she was transformed, it seemed to be her ass."
Hulu said awkwardly.
"Puff...hahahaha..."
Xiao Xianmiao couldn't help laughing out loud, then shook her head:
"No wonder... I said why you haven't used the Crypt Spider mount all the time, because it turned out to be blacklisted."
"It's a pity. Although the Crypt Spider is not strong during the day and is afraid of Holy Light spells, its speed and carrying capacity are quite good..."
After hearing what Xiao Xianmiao said, Hulu shook his head:
"Hey...Don't say it, we still have a negative opinion with Rose...this life can't be saved, this spider lady is too vengeful."
And as soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed, and he quickly grabbed his weapon, and Fei fled.
Seeing this, Xiao Xianmiao was taken aback.
She didn’t know why they ran so fast until another group of medium-sized crypt spiders passed by under the leadership of a large crypt spider...
"It's also miserable."
She shook her head.
Looking around, Xiao Xianmiao looked at a black dragon who was holding a pile of gems and smirked, and shouted:
"Myrell! Don't laugh, you're a bit proud! You are a noble dragon! By the way... Have you seen the big sister?"
Merrill put away the gem and shook his head:
"did not see it."
"But... I should deal with the idol in the west? It seems to be the main tent of the orcs..."
After listening to it, Xiao Xianmiao nodded and made an "OK" gesture:
"Good!"
After that, she grabbed the shiny golden staff and ran towards the west.
...
After the circumflexed prayer ended, Eve opened his eyes lightly.
In front of her, a statue of Uller dimmed gradually.
Another faith network node was removed.
At this time, a clear call came from afar:
"Master Zero, Master Zero!"
Eve raised his head.
I saw Xiao Xianmiao, who was wearing a gorgeous mage robe, came to her in front of her~EbookFREE.me~ and laughed:
"Master Zero, have you completed the mission? The battle on our side is over."
Eve nodded slightly:
"finished."
After speaking, she wanted to say something, but she suddenly moved in her heart and looked to the north.
"what happened?"
Xiao Xianmiao asked curiously.
Eve squinted slightly, then slowly retracted his gaze.
"It's nothing."
She replied.
Then, the expression was meaningful:
"Some people finally can't sit still..."