Orc Tyrant

"I actually have a suggestion to improve the situation, adults."

Cheroli waited until he was sure that he had attracted the attention of all the audience.

And Manson began to appreciate this person, he chose a very accurate time to express his views, which is undoubtedly very important in the game.

Then this Chelloly said in his quiet, soft, and moving voice like that of an eloquentist.

"Prince of the Prom."

For a moment, Manson seemed to be pushed back into his chair.

The prince of the ball, the masked dancer, the joyful dancer.

It is a man with many nicknames. According to the gossip, it is said that he came from the Benedictine Empire and was even associated with the Shadow Prince. However, he left the Benedictine Empire and came to the New California Republic and established a new California Republic in a very short time. A huge and crazy sect named "

Doomsday Carnival".

Said it believes in a dark **** named Lady Joy.

Generally speaking, this new sect does not attract the attention of blood worship, because with the prosperous doomsday theory, there are too many such sects to be worth mentioning.

However, this sect has certain characteristics that cannot be ignored, especially its crazy doctrine. In the eyes of even the so-called crazy blood worship, it is too deviant, and even because it is too distorted, many bishops are opposed to it. Their resentment.

But it is obviously not only doctrine that sustains a sect.

The Doomsday Carnival sect has a large number of dangerous and crazy swordsman killers. Their swordsmanship is not only extremely superb, but also elusive. Blood worship has suffered a lot in a series of temptations.

Especially the masquerade dancers, who once slaughtered the Kaimon Church where a large number of judges and paladins were stationed overnight, stripped all the dead and hung them on the top of the church. This is a cruel method. And Gao Qiang’s strength, even the combat power in the blood worship

The chosen lord of the ceiling is also beyond the reach.

Therefore, the two sides turned into a hostile state from the first contact, and they are still fighting each other in the dark.

It is not that no one has mentioned the idea of ​​cooperation, but out of mistrust, this proposal has never been made public.

Today, this matter has been brought up.

"Those addicts and perverts?"

Batley's voice trembled, and then he became restrained again.

Manson squinted at his opponent, who obviously had some contact or conflict with Doomsday Carnival.

"They are not uncommunicable, and according to the information I have received, their power is also entering Dunwich. No matter what they attempt, at least they can be used."

Chiello said loudly.

"Do we have to deny that Oak’s power is sufficient to control? Variables should be contained. If Oak takes the city without expending too much effort, then when the brass gate opens, we will face But it’s not a world waiting to be harvested... the blood **** will be angry

Punish us with anger. "

A murmur of consent erupted from the crowd.

"And an armored unit of Ouke is rampaging in the rear. They have already destroyed ten energy towers."

He turned to the elders of the silent star.

"Is it difficult to deny? Don't you admit that Oak has insight into the whole plan? Guk must have known the intelligence of the opening of the brass gate to launch an attack with such precision."

"Why is this?"

Molière said loudly.

At first Manson thought that the Lord of God was overly contempt of the elder, but then he remembered that the butcher had been fighting in the Old World before, and he had no idea what Chellori was talking about.

"There were... some rumors."

Elon said slowly.

"rumor?"

Molière frowned.

"Some signs indicate that Oak is selectively attacking our strongholds and ceremonial venues."

Elon glanced at the Silent Star, and even though his face was shrouded in shadow, he still understood and nodded.

"Especially the key energy column. We decided to place it at a farther distance for insurance at first, but Ok..."

The cry of denial rose up against his words, but Elon just continued with a gloomy face.

"Guk seems to be standing between us. He specially sent troops to search for those energy pillars and destroy them. Our current strength is concentrated in Dunwich, unable to defend against Oak's offensive."

"It's time for us to find new allies!"

Cellori shouted, and it was shocking that an elders raised their voice in a secret meeting.

The members of the Eight-pointed Star Club stared at him and opened their mouths.

"The conservative measures of the patriarch have held us back for too long."

His voice became hoarse and was quickly suppressed, and those who agreed with his position soon began to shout on his behalf.

"order!"

Manson got up from the chair, without ordering, the other elders also got up and started shouting with him.

"keep the order."

Suddenly, a breeze passed by with a voice.

"I've heard enough."

The voice sounded barely above the whisper, but it conveyed authority.

It was a cold wind that blew everyone's necks away, and the friction of the storm brewing over the shade, followed by silence.

Chellory's face suddenly turned pale-this is not a metaphor.

The blood was physically drawn from his face as he knelt on one knee, bowed his head and trembled.

The others did the same, kneeling on one knee, swearing silent allegiance to the throne.

If it lacks the good ritual order of the previous etiquette, it is also to be forgiven.

Manson raised his head.

The throne was empty three seconds ago, he swears by his life.

However, at this moment, there was a figure sitting in front of them. Although not tall, it was as heavy as a mountain.

He was wearing a battle armor and wrapped in a silk robe tainted with the blood of a virgin. The armor is said to be a holy artifact passed down by the blood worship and a gift from the blood god.

Elaborately designed brass decorations are carved into the curved surface of the armor, detailing the scenes of war and killing. Vicious dogs carved in brass show sharp claws on the breastplate and greaves, and the mark of the blood **** is inscribed in the center of the armor.

He was not wearing a helmet, a strand of long, unruly brown hair fell on his thorny shoulder armor, and two gold-stained skulls hung from his left and right shoulder armor.

Just like his unexpected appearance, this little accessory is neither boastful nor artificial—just a small object that symbolizes status.

He carried a sword with him, and the scabbard protruded from the edge of his throne at an awkward angle.

It's very big, very big, and it doesn't seem to match the user's body shape at all.

This is an ancient giant sword of unknown origin. It is said that it was first discovered on a battlefield with more than 100,000 corpses. The founder of the blood worship picked it up and realized the true meaning of the blood **** on this sword.

Later, it was named "Spine Broken Sword."

Although you look closely, it lacks the craftsmanship and sophistication of many famous swords, but the Broken Spine Sword is a dark and **** weapon, which is suitable for this dark and **** era.

It once ended the three popes of the Kaimon Church, killed hundreds of kings, and beheaded millions of heads.

But everyone who has seen it knows that the Broken Ridge Sword has never been satisfied, it is still hungry and thirsty, eager for the next grand killing.

The person sitting high on the throne glowed with a faint light with his sharp red eyes, like a jewel at the bottom of a pond full of predators, he looked at the people who bowed their heads and the seven elders on the lower chairs.

That person likes to observe others without being noticed, and to hide cunning even deeper in bravery.

Manson and Bartley once confessed to the former patriarch that if they wanted to be kind to a soldier, then he would advise that soldier to never turn his back to this person.

But in the end, the former patriarch also died face down.

"I've heard enough."

The man on the throne repeated it again.

Manson stood up, showing admirable courage.

He looked up at the towering patriarch, and said solemnly:

"Should we divide our strength to stop Ouke from the rear?"

"Or contact the prom prince?"

Bartley followed suit, but still sat up.

The man glanced at them, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I have decided."