Orc Tyrant

Peggedo pulled the ring away, revealing the niche of the hermitage outside.

He dropped his shoulders, and the short rod in his hand rattled depressed.

The partition wall is inlaid with wooden boards, exuding fragrance, and carved with legendary goddesses and saints. They look so inhuman that they renew monsters instead of gods.

"Clear..."

He muttered, walked in, and marked a secret blood worship spot on the map.

"I wonder why these cultists are so crazy when mankind is on the verge of extinction."

Ekaterina murmured as she walked beside Peguedo.

Seeing this senior witch nervous is like watching a stone seep water, but even these extraordinary people are not equal.

According to Peggedo's understanding, if the evil **** is the living embodiment of all evil in the human mind, then the **** worshiped by the blood worship must be a half-crazy **** of evil and killing.

His existence is a manifestation of the atrocities of war, and even the mentality of picking one in a hundred can not fully withstand its test.

If Peggedo wanted to point out something that would shake his trust in the natural justice and good deeds of mankind, it would not be the wizards' disregard for Hanan's power, nor would it be the greed and folly.

Rather, it created a horrible belief like blood worship.

"I never asked."

Peguedor was silent for a moment, and finally answered.

"Aren't you curious?"

"Of course I am curious."

But Pegudor had given up any expectation of getting answers from the alien mouths of those so-called esoteric religions.

And blood worship is not the only dark thing that human beings hide in Arkham. His thoughts floated to another organization, and he couldn't help but shudder in his robe.

"I heard that the empire has publicly tried the Shadow Prince's crimes. They claimed that he was corrupted by a cult and that he himself disappeared."

Suddenly, Ekaterina said meaningfully.

"The shadow prince may be very aggressive, but they are not similar to blood worship... I have dealt with both. The existence of blood worship is tangible, just like you and me, but more than that. , And the shadow prince is another kind, in his presence, as if standing

In front of a room that is so dark that you can't see through it... he is invisible and innocent, as if his appearance in front of you is a gift, without reward, in that respect, he is more similar to those so-called esoteric religions. "

He sighed, there was a kind of emptiness in his heart, and it seemed to be gradually increasing as he spoke.

"But I really can't imagine him doing such a thing."

"Master Karen told me personally."

"Master Karen said it himself?"

Ekaterina nodded.

Master Karen is currently one of the main leaders of the Three Witches, if it is him-then maybe the rumor carries some truth.

That is the most important.

"and many more……"

Suddenly Peguedor squeezed his sceptre. This place is very secret. It is specially used for him to meet other people, some people who cannot meet on other occasions.

"Did you hear it?"

"Hear what?"

Ekaterina raised her head, and the slowly flowing light turned the black wall into a dark greenish brown.

Soon, the sound of footsteps from the rear corridor turned her attention from the entrance to the rows of decorative ancient armors standing on the inner bulkhead. This was supposed to be a private museum, but it was abandoned after the war. It’s just that Peguedor repurposed him.

, Used as a stronghold of Esoteric Buddhism.

Suddenly, Ekaterina noticed that a shadow slipped behind the nearest armor.

When she looked at it, she felt a sudden buzzing in her mind.

The armor is a rare wild dark green, crafted so carefully and skillfully in order to give the wearer's limbs and torso the shape of the wearer wrapped under the rolled metal sheet.

Judging from the badge above, this armor comes from the Old World, but Ekaterina could not call the name of the knights it belongs to.

But this is not the point. The point is that an inexplicable ice is slowly climbing up the curved surface of the armor, although her skin did not feel the sudden temperature drop.

Peguedor took her back and stretched out his pistol without hesitation.

"Stand back."

Bang~!

In the next second, the ancient armor exploded.

The first shot from the center of the breastplate into the wound, the gorgeous breastplate exploded outward, and the arm and leg armor fixed in place with pins and metal wires exploded toward the four corners of the hall.

The last piece of debris that fell to the ground was the helmet, which hit the ceiling, leaving a dent in the carefully crafted scaffolding, and then fell, clanging, rolling and crashing to an oak pilaster.

Peguedo put down his pistol, and the energy of witchcraft dissipated from the muzzle.

His breath seemed to have been lost after a close duel, and his heart banged in his chest.

The witch stared at him with a look of astonishment.

"what happened?"

She looked at the destroyed armor, but found nothing unusual, as if the frost just now was just an illusion.

However, Peguedor did not look at the armor.

As the light projected by the burning candle slowly faded, the armor exhibits, tapestries, and the shadow cast by the wizard himself elongated, spinning on the distant wall.

Except for one.

It is very slender and does not look sturdier than a dead tree. It is wrapped in darkness, like an acolyte in a robe.

Peggedo knew, but didn't know how—it stared at him straight.

He felt the rustle of metal pieces, the creak of the scaffolding, and the rumbling of some evil things wandering among the shadows of the tall, gathering walls.

Peggedo felt a chill, but his skin did not confirm that this discordance made him shudder.

It looks like...

But that's impossible!

It has never appeared before him before, and what is it doing here?

"Pegdor?"

"shadow……"

He murmured.

"Are you okay, dear?"

"I think...I think I saw..."

Ekaterina grasped his shoulder firmly.

"Wake up."

She asked with concern.

"What do you see?"

Peggedo blinked, he shook his head, stopped tinnitus, and his leather boots creaked on a piece of debris.

"Nothing, nothing..."

He tried to say.

"but--"

"I'm too nervous, that's it."

Pegueduo elaborated.

"My mood is not stable. Frankly speaking, this is not the war we were going to fight, but I still prefer to stay on the front line and fight instead of here... I was deceived by the shadows and thought it was a phantom of the enemy. That's it."

"Be deceived by the shadows."

Ekaterina repeated slowly, letting go.

"There is something in your words, Peggardo."

"Don't worry about this problem anymore."

Peggedo took a deep breath and threw momentum and determination into his voice.

"We have more important things to do."

"Your liar skills are as clumsy as ever, Peggedo, but since you don't want to say more, then I believe you."

Ekaterina lowered slightly, her voice a little deep, but it was limited to this, as if she was going to add something but she thought about it.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a heraldic door at the far end of the hall