Orc Tyrant

"Thank you all for coming."

The acolyte in black robes put his hands together and said sincerely that the huge crowd gathered in front of him made him feel a little nervous and worried.

"I understand that you all came here at great risks, so this is beyond my expectation."

All of them were crowded in a dimly abandoned warehouse. The smell of engine oil permeated the air. The low-hanging pipe made it difficult to raise their heads. These believers gathered here from all corners of Tyre, waiting to hear the words of the Holy One. Misunderstood that she was awake.

In the crowd, you can see plainly dressed farmers, well-dressed municipal staff, medical staff, upper class, and even some security soldiers. (Humans in Tyre are not allowed to have an army, they can only have a small-scale garrison)

People with weapons guard the entrance to the warehouse, and their actions clearly show how dangerous all these people are.

Such a large-scale gathering is very risky and too easy to be detected. The host knows that he must disband the event as soon as possible before they are discovered, and at the same time be careful not to cause a riot.

"You have always relied on small-scale actions to avoid detection, but it is impossible for so many people to remain unnoticed,"

The black acolyte paused and continued.

"There is no doubt that you have all heard some weird or wonderful rumors recently. I hope you can forgive me for dragging you into danger."

Rumors about the war have already spread in the city.

People whispered on the oily deck. Newspaper reporters spread all kinds of news like cancer. Even the lowest-level workers in the city have heard of it.

Similarly, wild and exaggerated rumors have emerged in endlessly. There are legends about the saint and her miraculous power. People describe how the dead were resurrected, and how the eternal father personally talked to her to reveal his son. The road to the future of the people.

"Where is the saint!?"

Shouted a voice in the crowd.

"We must see her!"

The black acolyte raised a hand and said,

"It's a blessing that the saint can survive. She is fine, but she is still sleeping... Some of you have heard that she is awake, or she has spoken, but unfortunately, it is not the case."

A sigh of disappointment and whispers spread among the crowd, and the host denied what many people eagerly wanted to believe, which annoyed them.

But then the words inspired people again.

"The saint is still asleep, yes, but in a short and shining moment, she woke up from a coma and saved our lives! I saw her open her eyes, at that moment I understood that when we need her In time, she will come back to us!"

The crowd burst into cheers immediately, but the cheers disappeared immediately under the reminder of the guards.

"Until then, we must act cautiously, because in this sin city, the **** Green Skin will destroy us because of our beliefs! We met secretly under the guard of heavily armed people. This fact reminds us, Green Skin The warchief often sends his beasts to interfere with the gathering of eternal life... Someone has already given their lives! Their blood is on the hands of Green Skin. May the Father of Eternity let them rest in peace, before we realize that Green Skin Our faith has been tested before the hand is held on our throat."

Participants bowed their heads and began to pray for their dead church members. When they made movements, some of them inadvertently showed large red patches and blisters on their cuffs.

"Like all of you, I was unable to believe in the existence of God, and dismissed the truth as superstition. It was just a concept fabricated by ignorant fools struggling to understand the world... The saints made sacrifices to prove my self. Great, at the time I witnessed how the Eternal Father blessed us, but she also revealed more to me!"

The black robe acolyte raised his arms enthusiastically, and his hood slipped off, revealing a bald head full of sores and herpes.

"If the saint bless her believers, then who will protect the saint?"

The acolyte paused.

"we!"

A man with a bowler hat raised his hand, and he walked out from the front of the crowd and turned to face everyone.

But in fact, it was the acolyte who arranged the man in the crowd and clearly instructed him when to speak-this was the basic method used to support his argument.

"We must protect the saint, because there is no one else!"

The man turned his head to look at the acolyte.

"But we have to survive first, don't we, elder?"

"Yes it is."

The acolyte nodded.

"The faith we demonstrated caused such a panic in the higher ranks of Oak that they wanted to destroy us! This city is full of enemies of the Eternal Father. I am very sure that we must survive and become all enemies. When we show up, we must fight against it."

When the fatal crisis was revealed, a whisper of anxiety and anger was heard from the crowd.

"My devout friends!"

The acolyte folded his hands and lowered his head, as if begging.

"The danger we face is great, but the saint is by our side, and she needs our shelter... We can only provide such shelter by decentralized action, but remember to ensure safety, and pay attention to our signals to keep her safe and sound. Spread it out."

The man in the bowler hat shuttled through the crowd, instructing people to return to their posts.

Comforted by the words of the acolyte, they eventually dispersed.

But when he watched them leave, the acolyte wondered how many of them could live the days in the future.

Afterwards, he also put on his hood and quickly left here along the secret path.

Soon, the night enveloped Tyre again.

In a dim and sultry small room in Tyre Cathedral, Julia, standing at the door, can see the tiny figure of the lower faculty of the church, and farther away, the sweating workers are in the red light of the blast furnace. Scorching is working in high fever, even in the middle of the night, he can't stop.

In this hellish scene, everyone hurriedly shuttled along the slender aisles between the factories, rubbing shoulders and shoulders in the thick cobweb-like pipes.

After Oak occupied the city, many cultural buildings were torn down, because those beasts only need industry, they only desire steel and gunpowder, and everyone must do their best to meet their needs.

It was summer, and she wiped away the sweat dripping from the brows due to the high heat and airtightness, and was very uncomfortable with the scorching hot air that made her hard to breathe and dizzy.

As a wealthy daughter, she often stays in a villa on the outskirts in summer.

But today is different.

"Julia."

A call came, and the girl turned to look and saw the acolyte in black robes walking towards her in the shadow of the corridor.

His dirty robe hung on his thin body, but his eyes were shining in the relief and joy of seeing her.

Seeing this Yeren filled her eyes with tears, and she didn't realize how much she missed him until this moment.

"Father, it's nice to see you."

She sobbed.

"You just disappeared like that. I thought they took you away. I don't know what happened to you."

"Hush, Julia."

The acolyte raised a finger and whispered:

"It's okay, I'm sorry, but I have not been able to tell you... You must understand that if I have a choice, I am willing to do my best not to involve you, but now I don't know what to do, we can't let She will stay here forever."

Julia looked inside through the small door of the dormitory next to her, hoping that she could have the courage of conviction like the sister sleeping inside.

"I thought... I thought Oak caught you."

"They almost did it. You never guessed who we encountered... but the Holy One saved us."

"She saved you?"

Julia froze for a moment.

"how come?"

"I'm not sure, but the power of the Father of Eternity is manifested in her. I have witnessed everything, as real as you standing in front of me. I really hope you can see her from the hands of the Red Devil. Saved us."

"Is that so... I just hope she can cure you."

Julia said, not too excited.

She walked into the dormitory and looked at the still body lying on the thin bed, which seemed to be sleeping. It was a young girl who seemed to be in her early twenties, and looked a bit similar to her.

This is her cousin, Verin.

The room was small and dirty, with a thin blanket spread on the floor next to her bed.

The flickering light came in through a small observation hole, and such a little light in the depths of the church is priceless.

You don't need to ask Julia to know that some people must have voluntarily contributed this precious room very willingly and provided it to the so-called saint and her companions to live in.

Even in this dark and foul-smelling corner, faith still blooms luxuriantly.

"Julia, you still don't understand, this is not pain, this is blessing."

The acolyte watched Verin's chest rise and fall slowly with even breathing, showing a pious expression.

"You still don't believe it."

"I do not know."

The girl shook her head.

"Tell me why should I believe? What does'believe' mean to you, father?"

He smiled and held her hand.

"It gives me spiritual support, and...Don't ask me why, but I just know I need to keep her safe."

"Are not you afraid?"

"Afraid? I have never been so scared in my life, my dear, but I must pray to the Father of Eternity to protect me. This gives me the courage to face my fears."

After the acolyte finished speaking, let go of the girl's hand. He now only has the skin of his hands still intact. Maybe it won't be long before he can perform such actions again.

He felt that his daughter was not ready to accept all this.

"We will finally overcome fear and usher in true eternal life in the garden of the Father of Eternity."

The man turned his head and looked at the hot scene outside the window. The molten iron flowing from the blast furnace looked like rivers of blood in the night...