Orc Tyrant

Not a rally.

He corrected himself, but once preached, once preached-because the danger this brought him was obvious, and Oke in the city had gone crazy recently.

Perhaps it was to prepare for the subsequent war, but Carlin decided to be careful.

"...Now we will think about the meaning of life."

Quasimodo continued, reading a small leather booklet.

"The Apostle Carlin will witness our thinking and worship this time."

Before the words fell silent, Carrington felt every pair of eyes in the room turn to him.

"When people just feel attracted to the worship of the Father of Eternity, naturally they will doubt and ask, but they know that the Father of Eternity is the only truth of time and the eternal destination of all souls. But other than that, they In the darkness, they didn't know more.

"

At least Carlin agrees with this.

"Most importantly, they asked,'If the Eternal Father is really a god, how can he use his divine power?' We won't see his hand drop from the sky, there is only a very small part of us. Man is fortunate to have the vision he has given him, then he is

Do you not care about most of his people? "

Carlin knew that it was time for him to play, he coughed twice and said solemnly:

"They did not realize the error of such an idea. His hand is actually placed on each of us, and each of us should dedicate our enthusiasm to him! In the depths of heaven, the great soul of the eternal Father is always in harmony. Those evil beings fight and stop those beings from destroying

The eternal order of life, but most importantly, He bless us. "

"Praise the eternal father!"

The people at the assembly chanted together.

"Faith is not a banner of a covenant, or a theory used for argument. Faith is buried deep in our hearts. It is intact and cannot be escaped. The Holy One is the embodiment of this faith, and only by facing up to this can we understand the Father of Eternity. The road paved for mankind."

Carlin sighed secretly in his heart: Although the touching words were expressed badly, they were really from the heart.

He could see that these words touched something deep in the hearts of the audience, and a skilled speaker could use such words and the power of faith to influence the entire world.

boom!

Before Quasimodo could continue speaking, Karin heard gunshots suddenly resounding in the labyrinth of passages leading to this room.

Hearing a muffled metal sound behind him, he turned around and saw a frightened woman had just pushed open an iron gate behind him.

After she opened the door, Carlin could hear the explosion of guns and rude roar from outside the door.

"Room rounds! Room rounds! Shrimp all hold their heads and squat! Otherwise, we will shave your heads one by one!"

Shaving the head, literally means, directly shave the head with a knife. This is the most intuitive part of the Ouke language. They rarely use metaphors.

The entire assembly was suddenly chaotic, and people looked to Quasimodo for guidance, but he was also at a loss.

"They found this place! Hurry up and run away!"

Carlin yelled, and immediately realized what had happened.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

Quasimodo also shouted immediately.

"Scatter away!"

Carlin squeezed towards Quasimodo, who was at the front of the room in the panic. Some people who participated in the rally took out their guns. Judging from their actions, they should have been soldiers in the past.

Karin has a sufficient understanding of religion, knowing that these people will use violence to guard their beliefs when necessary.

"Come here, Apostle Carlin, it's time to leave here."

As Quasimodo said, he dragged the respected saint's apostle toward one of the many passages radiating from this room.

As if noticing the worry on his face, Quasimodo advised:

"Don't worry, the Eternal Father will bless us, the Holy One has awakened, and she will also protect us."

"I hope so too."

Carlin replied breathlessly, although he received the meager gaze of the Eternal Father and was immune to the pain caused by the disease, his vitality was still the same as that of an old man.

Maybe he is not religious enough, maybe he hasn't done enough.

Bang Bang Bang~~!

There were several explosions, messy bullets bounced around from the ceiling, and the light from the muzzle reflected on the wall. Several figures fell screaming and fell silently soon.

Carlin glanced behind him and saw several tall figures in scarlet armor rushing into the room.

The terrible thought of becoming an enemy of these butchers stopped his heartbeat for a moment. It was not the first time he saw the terribleness of these fighters. When Glak's men came to "copy their homes," his armed servants Also tried to resist.

As a result, thousands of elite guards were chopped into pieces of meat by less than a hundred scarlet butchers in just a few minutes.

Feeling that the fear in his heart was magnifying, Karin hurriedly followed Quasimodo into the evacuation passage, and walked through a few doors all the way to the depths of the block, the escape route winding through the depths of the city.

Tyre is a huge city. Coupled with Ouke’s wanton destruction and transformation, even Karin, who has lived here for decades, has no clue about the area he is currently in. The graffiti and symbols on the walls here make He has the illusion of being in the Ouke district.

If this is the case, then they are not much safer than they were just now.

"Do you know where you are going?"

Carlin asked, breathing heavily, his scorching breath brought a tingling pain, and his old bones were already tired from this rare intense exercise.

"This was originally a low-light zone. Big people like you may rarely come here. Before, the homeless and poor lived here. Now this is the gathering area of ​​Ouke, but it's on the edge."

The humpbacked Quasimodo answered and fumbled forward cautiously. Obviously he knew well that Oak liked to entertain friends or enemies with all kinds of prank traps. Those traps might be a joke to Oak, but they are death to humans.

Therefore, he is very cautious every step he takes, and always observes whether anything falls on top of his head.

"It used to be the territory of the Generosity family. I have some friends in it. They will come to meet us... Damn, why are those green-skinned things chasing like dogs?"

"Because they are afraid of us, just as I was afraid of them."

"are you sure?"

Grak, the warlord of the Gough Legion, the second war criminal in the human world after Guk, his voice echoed in the huge hall of the Wilson family's old house.

"Within the scope of my ability, I am sure."

Old blind, the only nerve boy in the Gough Corps who could talk to Grak answered that way.

His face was covered with tattoos, his eyes burned out of psychic energy were sunken in his eye sockets, his huge head was heavily burdened on his thin body, and the nerve boy with extraordinary energy like him was crowded around him. Silently whispering to the whimsical ideas that emerged in their minds and

phantom.

Glak doesn't meet these guys often. He doesn't like these neuroboys who can only make trouble most of the time, but he has very important things today.

"how long it takes?"

Glak asked eagerly.

"I can't say that this is bad."

"Old blind."

Seeing the nervous guy scratching his ass, Grak said coldly.

"Accuracy is exactly what I ask of you, especially now. The next big thing is related to this, and if you are wrong, it will have very serious consequences."

"Boss, I can't provide you with an accurate answer, some...some guge stuff."

The old blind answered quickly, ignoring the threat implicit in Grack's words.

Although he could not see them, he could feel the hostile presence of the scarlet servants hidden in the shadows.

"I don't know what it is, but it is as annoying as flies and smelly maggots. It will be difficult for us to find it within a few days... Anyway, it is a hostile guy. I hope it can be beaten by messing around."

One of Grak's hand hit his fist hard.

"Do you understand what you are talking about? You are telling me that you can't."

"I just told what I saw, boss."

"If you are wrong."

This is not a random threat-Grak's threat is never random.

"If we are wrong, then we will be punished, but boss, we really can't do it in a few days, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you catch it, or something related to it!"

Glak pondered for a while, then waved to the old blind eye, and the other party ran away immediately.

"son!"

With a roar, Glak immediately ran out a bear-like figure from the dark.

It was a vicious man wearing a fur coat, tall, gold chains all over his body, and a blindfold on his right eye, but when he came to Grak, he immediately showed a dog-like flattery expression.

"Father, are you calling me?"

"Next, tell me about that **** brotherhood."

Glak sat down on the chair, lazily spreading his limbs, like a walrus resting on the beach.

"Tell me about their saint instantly."