Chapter 5 Reminiscence

In a warm darkness, there was finally a little light. The spot gradually expanded, and a smiling face appeared in it.

Ogenheller groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He was still very uncomfortable with the strong light around him, and it took him a long time to distinguish the surrounding scenery.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice came from the orc priest's ear. He tried hard to recall where he had heard this voice, but his thoughts were still very dazed, as if floating in the clouds and fog.

He wanted to move, but found that the feeling coming from his body was just blank. He wanted to breathe, and a cold liquid surged into his throat, completely blocking his throat. Ogenheller was a little surprised. He could not breathe anymore, but why didn't he feel stuffy?

The familiar voice said again: "It seems you are not very adaptable yet, but everything will be fine soon, respected Ogenheller High Priest."

The high priest turned his eyes to the source of the sound. After staring at the speaker for a few minutes, his extremely slow thinking remembered that he had seen this fat man in front of the Cub Training Hall. Then, the raging fire, the collapsed temple, and the orcs moaning in the fire flashed through his mind one by one.

The instinctive anger made Ogenheller want to raise his left hand and use the powerful magic recorded in the magic book to solve the opponent. However, his left arm had no feeling at all. He also wanted to wave the staff of his right hand. His usual staff was accompanied by a powerful curse skill, but the feeling of his right hand was also nothing.

The high priest who was burned in rage wanted to pounce forward again and bit his opponent's neck with his sharp fangs.

His fangs were still there, but he could only think about the jumping and pounce in his heart, and his body was completely unresponsive.

The fat man smiled and said, "It seems that you are beginning to remember some past events, but you still don't understand the current situation. Well, I think you will roughly understand this way."

A magic mirror appeared in front of Ogenheller.

The great priest in the mirror had only one head left, standing strangely in the crystal tray. His light green skin was now covered with a thick layer of gray and his entire neck was soaked in a gray-black liquid that was ten centimeters deep. The liquid in the tray exuded a strong stench, like the corpse of some kind of creature. Even the great priest felt that it was unbearable to the smell of the orcs.

However, what surprised the great priest the most was that he was still alive and could live in this form!

"Don't be surprised, because I am a necromancer with a low level. The existence that extends life in a special form is the essence of necromancer magic." The kind-hearted fat man seemed to know what the high priest was thinking, and directly answered the question in his heart, and then said: "My name is Roger. You may have heard of me, and you may not know my existence at all, but there is no problem. I think we can have a good talk now. Ah, I almost forgot to water you so that you can feel more comfortable and your thinking can be faster."

While speaking, Roger took a copper pot and poured a little water rich in magic and life on Aogenheir's head. The power contained in the water quickly penetrated into the skin of the Great Saint, making him feel energetic and his thinking became much faster.

Roger sat in front of Ogenheller with a smile and said, "We have a lot to talk about, such as the history of the Orc Empire, or you can also talk about the Prophet of the Earth and the Beast God. If you are willing to explain the magic you use, or the plan to educate the little Orcs, I am also interested."

The orc priest has recovered a lot of his mind, and he said coldly: "You killed all my children."

"It's just each other. There are at least 150,000 elves in the Green Sea who died at the hands of orcs, right?"

Ogenheller roared: "Before the Earth Prophet brings us the guidance of the beast god, all the orcs in the Central Mountains are the objects of the Green Sea Elves' slaughter!"

Roger smiled and said, "But as far as I know, orcs have always attacked the elves' territory first."

Ogenheller opened his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "That's because the elves occupied the richest forests and occupied the best water source! The food in the central mountains is very limited. Every winter, there will always be hungry orc tribes who eat up all the food stored. They have no choice but to attack the elves territory. We orcs do have the right to choose, whether to die in battle or starve! The orcs have no history recorded in writing before, so I don't know whether this situation lasted for hundreds or thousands of years. Fortunately, the great beast god brought us wisdom and also gave us the opportunity to create an empire and change the fate of being bullied by elves for thousands of years."

Roger listened carefully and asked, "How did the Beast God descend the oracle? How did the Prophet of the Earth activate your wisdom and enable orcs to use magic?"

"The Oracle of the Beast God..." Ogenheller suddenly woke up and unconsciously regarded Rogge as a friend for many years. Before he knew it, he had already revealed too many secrets to the irreconcilable enemy in front of him. He immediately stopped his mouth and said angrily to Rogge: "Don't even think about bringing out any orc secrets from my mouth!"

Roger smiled slightly, stood up, and said, "Well, since you don't want to say it, I'm not polite. In my place, the Beast God cannot bless you. I will let you fully understand what a necromancer can do. Before you, I have met many people with pious beliefs and strong will, but all the souls cannot last for more than a week in the fire of the undead. Dear Ogenhell, I hope you can break this record. I am very patient. As long as you can dig out all your memories, I don't mind waiting for half a month or a month."

He picked up the tray containing the head of the Great Saint, walked into the magic laboratory beside him, and put it into the magic circle on the stage. The invisible and colorless flame of death spurted out from the three gray gems in the magic circle and began to burn Ogenhell's head.

Looking at Ogenhell's twisted face, Roger said to him lightly: "Dear High Priest, I think there are two things I forgot to tell you. The first is that the beast god you believe in does not exist at all; the second is that there were some orcs who were led by wisdom that night survived. They would naturally become the leaders of the remaining orcs, and every once in a while, I would send killers to inspect the orc tribes in the Central Mountains and extend their warmest greetings to these outstanding leaders."

Roger closed the door of the laboratory and rushed to the chapel of the Grand Temple. On that afternoon, he had to preside over a religious ceremony for hundreds of special believers. The reason why these believers are special is not because of how pious they believe, but because they are all power, power, or important children in a noble family. Many of them are young people with outstanding talents in some aspects, although they are of low origins.

The fat man knew that although these people shouted that all believers were equal before the Supreme Goddess Audreh, everyone regarded themselves very high, and what they said and thought were completely different from what they thought. If they were really allowed to enjoy the same treatment as ordinary believers, they would probably have started a fuss long ago.

The fat man knows how to deal with such a guy.

Every time, he or Mora would preside over a ceremony for these believers. The furnishings and arrangements were extremely luxurious.

Moreover, although Morra and Roger's speech styles are different, they are both very popular. The eternal theme of Morra's preaching is the belief in the goddess, unconditional and absolute belief. Since the two religions are united, Morra has become more and more holy and outspoken, like the only clear spring in the turbid world. She has a great appearance and will consciously or unconsciously activate natural charm every time she preaches. Therefore, her thrilling aspects can only be deeply experienced by listening to them by herself.

As for Pope Rog’s sermon, there was a different scene. The north advocated force, and Rog’s fierce and ruthless style of using troops when he led the army was very appealing to these believers, so what he said naturally became persuasive. What’s more, the fat man talked about in front of the majority of believers was in this life and was rewarded for the next life. In front of these people, he never talked about this life only.

Roger never tires of describing the grand blueprint of the future of the Holy Church and what benefits these core believers will have as the church develops. The fat man’s inspiring ability is extraordinary. After listening to his preaching of almost appointing officials and making a wish, these young believers with great ambitions will be excited to hear it. However, when you think about it carefully, a few wise people among the believers will find that Roger didn’t say anything.

But no matter what, it is a great honor to be able to listen to the personal sermons of the Pope and the Saint.

In order to dominate this glory, these believers have proposed to raise the barriers to entering this core believer group.

This is exactly what Roger wants.

So the fat man followed the flow and allowed these believers to have the right to use the power, the rich to pay, and those who have no power to sell their wisdom. Although this small group is not large in number, it has contributed a lot to the development and growth of the Holy Church in a short time. Moreover, anyone who can reach the threshold for joining this group has extraordinary life experiences or talents, and can be accepted by other members.

Under the continuous guidance of the fat man, these believers have regarded themselves as indispensable elites of the Holy Church. In order to distinguish themselves from ordinary believers, they embroidered a silver skeleton on one corner of their patronage. Since then, the name of the Skeleton and Bones has spread wildly. In just one month, whether the Skeleton and Bones of the Holy Church has been regarded by the imperial youth as a symbol of whether they can enter the straitor society.

The sermon is not the whole content. Seeing that the Skull and Bones Society grew unexpectedly, the Fatty provided the members of the Skull and Bones Society with a rare opportunity to receive magic or martial arts guidance. Since then, because they have received guidance from great magicians and powerful people in the Holy Land, the already proud Skull and Bones Society members feel more superior, and they have become devoted to Pope Rog from then on. People outside the Association have worked hard and want to find a way to join the Skull and Bones Society.

For a moment, if the wealthy families in the Empire were members of the Skeleton and Bones, they would be vague. In order to allow their children to join the society, or to have one or two more members of the Skeleton and Bones in the family, these wealthy nobles showed kindness to Roger and helped the development of the Holy Church. Roger's talent was the only one, and also opened a small door for those civilians who had no money, no power but talent. Almost every day, more than ten people with various talents would come to the Holy Church and ask for volunteering.

Although Roger was extremely determined, the momentary impact made his breathing heavier.

The magic lights kept swaying, casting their long shadows on the wall. Although they were intimate at this moment, the two shadows were far apart, as far away as the world.

Dingdang!

The expensive and beautiful light helmet fell to the ground one by one.

Hum, the teachings in Roger turned over another page.

Roger finally threw the teachings in his hand aside, looked at Mei, and said lightly: "Mei, you are a little different today!"

Mei smiled and said, "Can I satisfy you today?"

"very nice."

"So Mei's duties as a warrior in the Ice Palace have been well accomplished?"

“Excellent.”

Mei turned her eyes to one side and said softly: "I can do this every day from now on. As long as you can promise me, let him die."

Roger said calmly: "This is impossible."

Mei raised her head and stared blankly at Rog, who was still in closest contact with her.

For a long time, there were tears flowing down the corners of my eyes, but Mei didn't know it at all.

"Mr. Roger, I really can't betray the Goddess of Nature. I can't give you the training method of Hanyue Camp. But I..."

Mei bit her lower lip, hesitated for a long time, before making up her final decision, and said sadly: "...I have your child."
Chapter completed!