Chapter 473: Capturing the Orc King, the Human Race is Shocked, Sharing the True God (1W)
There was deathly silence inside and outside the Great Wall of Winter, with only the cold wind whistling between the battlements and arrow crenels.
I saw Erhantal being knocked back by a punch, deeply embedded in the ice wall, and fainting on the spot.
The Night Watch Knights were silent, with deep shock on their faces.
The cruelty and invincibility of the Orc King have long been deeply engraved in the minds of every Night Watch Knight.
But in the human world, there are still heroes who can easily suppress them! The silver-white wolfskin cloak fluttered in the cold wind, and the honeysuckle emblem on the cloak reflected a bright and beautiful golden light under the shining sword-like beams.
The Night Watch Knights were all moved, their eyes filled with awe, gratitude and admiration.
Boom! The cloaked orc warlock fell from midair, his eyes filled with shock and fear.
"No, it's impossible... Your Majesty... He actually..."
Watching the tyrant-like golden king fall under the fists of the human knight, the orc warlock lost all the courage to turn around and run, and knelt down in the snow, trembling.
Even the Orc King's territory was ruthlessly broken by the human knight.
Facing the most powerful person in the human world, escape is undoubtedly a luxury!
The morale of the orc warriors, no matter how brave they were, had collapsed at this moment. In addition, the powerful tribal shaman chose to beg for mercy as soon as the orc king fell unconscious.
A large number of orcs threw away their weapons, and the sounds of discarding armor and kneeling on the ground echoed in the snowfield.
The cold wind whimpered as it blew through the damaged battlefield.
Gareth was covered in wounds, standing with his sword, unable to believe his eyes.
The king of the Orcs at the sanctuary level was defeated by Duke Yezhi, and lost so easily...
Those barbarians who killed people without hesitation are now like lambs to be slaughtered, crying bitterly in front of the bloodstained city walls...
And when Gareth's gaze swept over the orcs who were either fleeing in panic or kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and looked at the bodies of their companions buried in the wind and snow, it finally fell on the tall and brave back of the knight.
Survived.
No, it should be said... saved.
Yeats Brown, the Duke of Honeysuckle.
The unrivaled God-chosen Knight saved the Great Wall of Neverwinter and also saved the people of the North!
The snow fell from the sky, and Gareth stretched out his trembling hand and held a snowflake. He looked up and seemed to see the spirits of his comrades smiling with relief. His eyes were a little warm, and his single eye was gleaming.
"We have held on... With Your Excellency the Duke... We have held on to this battle!"
Boom! Gareth also lost the last bit of his strength and fell unconscious in the snow.
A snowy owl circled over the battlefield, looking for any valuable items to pick up.
Noticing this knight in human armor, Snow Owl tilted his head and thought for a moment, then released a wave of teleportation that enveloped Gareth.
"Gu!" The Snowy Owl was full of confidence.
I found a living person!
The other side.
The knight in black armor took off his wolf-shaped helmet, and his silver-white hair swayed in the cold wind.
Yeats's face looked a little solemn.
"I originally thought that by constantly fighting with the Orc King, I would eventually be able to attract the attention of the Lord of Plunder, and by using a trap to force the Lord of Plunder to show up..."
Ye Zhi was thinking, 'But the Lord of Plunder has allowed his pawns to fail, and has not yet shown up... We must find a way to dampen the Lord of Plunder's enthusiasm.'
The orcs have been a major threat to the human race since ancient times.
Even if one Erhantar is killed, other orc kings will emerge and continue to threaten human territory.
If you want to strike the orcs, you must start from the root, that is, to target the orcs' patron saint, the 'Lord of Plunder'.
As long as the power of the Lord of Plunder is damaged, the protection bestowed on the orcs will be greatly reduced. The orcs will inevitably be seriously damaged, and the threat to humans will be reduced.
"So... how can we make the Lord of Plunder show up?"
Yeats's thoughts raced as he fixed his eyes on the unconscious Erhantar and he soon came up with a plan.
Yeats decided to use Erhantar, using the bait of sparing his life, pretending to cooperate with Erhantar and letting Erhantar call for the Lord of Plunder to come.
For Yeats, it was naturally impossible to leave anyone alive.
However, Erhantar must have a strong will to survive, which can be used as a handle.
The reason why Yeats judged that Erhantar was willing to "cooperate" with him was because Erhantar was very different from the previous orc kings.
The king of the orcs is often violent, fierce, and bloodthirsty. He will not consider anything except fighting, and he has an innate hatred for spells and curses.
But Erhantar was different. In order to gain power, he took the initiative to cooperate with the necromancer. He was cruel and tyrannical, but also a little treacherous. This kind of person had a very strong belief in survival and would never let go of any hope of a comeback.
It was because Yeats understood this that he was certain that Erhantar would agree to be a "guide" and find a way for him to meet the Lord of Plunder.
Once the Lord of Plunder arrives.
What he will face is the trap set up by Yeats, the Black Knight, Skachel, and Brunhilde.
"It's time to discuss with the Black Knight and the teachers how to share this true God." Ye Zhi thought to himself.
As we all know, in order to divide the interests of the parties involved, the parties do not need to be present!
If he could obtain a portion of the authority of this true god, it would be a great improvement for Ye Zhi, who is a saint.
After reviewing the plan in his mind, Yeats walked up to the unconscious Erhantar and carried out the first step of the plan: bribing the traitor.
Bound by the law of oath that "if you make a false oath, disaster will come", Yeats does not have to worry about the possibility of Erhantal turning against him.
Of course, when the time comes, Yeats will not have to pay attention to the constraints of the oath and can directly "order death".
"roar--"
The siege rhinoceros fell into a snow pit and watched Ye Zhi approaching step by step, his eyes filled with intense fear.
Ye Zhi glanced at the rhino, called out the snow leopard, and said, "Give it a good beating... We can give the defenders a snack tonight."
In the Great Wall of Winter, supplies are scarce. This war behemoth is food delivered to the door and has high strategic value.
On the one hand, the Night Watch Knights of the Neverwinter Wall have defended the human frontier for many years, and Ye Zhi has great respect for them. On the other hand, these knights have received benefits from him and will always remember his kindness, which can be regarded as a good relationship.
Immediately.
Ye Zhi raised his head and looked at Erhantal who was unconscious and embedded in the ice wall. He stretched out his hand and an invisible hand of trickery grabbed the orc king's throat and threw him into the snow.
Bang! Erhantar felt severe pain all over his body. His strong recovery ability made his body seem to be torn apart and then put back together again. He gasped in pain.
We must survive... Only by surviving can we unify the tribes one day! The orc king lay in the snow and suddenly opened his eyes. His blood-red eyes reflected the human knight who was looking down on him. Hatred, annoyance and regret flashed in his eyes for a moment.
"I... underestimated you." Erhantar said hoarsely, "I never thought... that there would be someone like you among humans..."
"You don't know me?" the silver-haired knight was surprised.
Erhantar laughed in pain and coughed up blood foam: "Should I know you?"
"I am Yezhi Brondi. Perhaps you are more familiar with my other identities." The silver-haired knight said lightly, "For example, the Chosen One of Art, the Chosen One of Moonlight, and the Grand Duke of the Northern Province of Golden Lion."
Erhantar was stunned for a while, then a bitter but relieved smile appeared on his face: "So you are Yeats... the knight who defeated Hastings... I should have thought it was you..."
Hastings has a very high prestige among the orcs. He has won several great victories in battles against the orcs, becoming an existence that the orcs grit their teeth but have to submit to.
Erhantal had taken the initiative to learn about human society and naturally knew the name of the Duke of Honeysuckle. He just didn't expect that he would travel thousands of miles to support the North County Kingdom, which had nothing to do with him.
"You are a member of the Golden Lion, so why do you have to work for the Kingdom of North County?" Erhantar said intermittently, "You humans are two-faced... You clearly helped others, but not only did they not thank you... They also hated you because you overshadowed the king!"
Ye Zhi smiled and said, "I do this not for the thanks of others, nor for the reward."
Erhantar was stunned and asked in confusion: "Then why... did you do that?"
I don't want to see my fellow human civilians crying under the iron hooves of the orcs, I don't want the North to become a battlefield, I don't want to be indifferent to the hardships that I can feel... Even if I tell these words to the orcs, they will not understand.
"Since ancient times, only heroes among humans can achieve the holy realm." Ye Zhi said calmly, with his back to the warm sun in the snow, "And you neither understand humans nor heroes."
Buzz——
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zhi cast a ban that fell into Erhantar's body.
The cold black flame, which originated from the law of death, burned coldly in Erhantar's soul realm.
Erhantar was speechless.
He has become a prisoner, and even if he has a lot of resentment, he can only suppress it in his heart.
The orc king slowly raised his head, observing Ye Zhi's expression as he hid in the shadows with his back to the sun, swallowed his saliva, and said in a low voice:
"Maybe... we can make a deal."
Ye Zhi wanted to play hard to get and asked coldly: "Do you think it is possible for us to make a deal?"
"I... understand orcs, definitely better than you." Erhantal's mind was working fast, thinking about things that could be sold in order to survive.
"I can take you to the Orc King's Court, where there is the inheritance left by the God of Storms and the God of War... I can also use everything in the King's Court's treasury as ransom..."
Yeats interrupted Erhantar's plea for mercy and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"
This seems like a ridiculous question. No one is not afraid of death.
But in orc culture, for an orc to admit that he is afraid of death is more shameful than dying himself.
Erhantar's neck was choked and his face turned red. Finally, he lowered his head dejectedly and nodded while gasping for breath.
The orc king defended himself again: "I am not afraid of death, I am just afraid of dying in vain... I still have the strength to fight. If you want, I can become your war slave and fight for you. As long as you -"
Erhantal raised his head, stared into the young knight's deep eyes, and tried his best to force a flattering smile, with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.
"Leave me a way to live!"
Dong! Dong! Erhantar knelt down, and the sound of his kowtow echoed clearly.
The defenders on the city wall looked shocked.
They couldn't believe that the orc king was begging for mercy from the Duke of Honeysuckle right in front of them! The orcs were devastated.
Even the most powerful orc king has surrendered, so fighting is meaningless! Ye Zhi's face remained calm as he stared at Erhantar who kept kowtowing, his eyes gradually becoming stern.
What is more terrifying than a king who is ready to die heroically is a king who sleeps on straw and eats bitter food.
This guy must not be allowed to stay!
At this time.
An orc who was originally kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up.
His eyes were burning with anger and fighting spirit, and he shouted angrily: "Coward! How can you be worthy of being the king of orcs!"
"I am a warrior of the Orcs! I can only die in battle, not in such a cowardly way! I would rather die on the way to the charge!"
The orc warrior raised his weapon and rushed towards the city wall.
The arrows from the city wall instantly turned him into a hedgehog.
His death inspired another group of orcs.
The riot immediately spread among the orc army.
Ye Zhi frowned slightly and used the will contained in the 'Star of Dawn' diamond. A sense of oppression that originated from the god of arrogance instantly enveloped the scene, like a real mountain, pressing on the orcs' shoulders, making them unable to move.
Erhantar also felt this tremendous pressure, lowered his head deeply, and was shocked.
In the battle just now...he hadn't even used his full strength yet? "Let them surrender."
Ye Zhi controlled his will, loosened the restraint on Erhantar, and said coldly: "You know what to do."
Ye Zhi had always been full of contempt for people like Erhantar, but it was undeniable that he still needed to save his life before he let the Lord of Plunder show up...
Erhantal stood up and glanced at Ye Zhi, who had his back to him, with complicated expressions in his eyes.
He just exposed his back openly, but... he had no confidence of succeeding at all!
At this point, as long as we survive, there is still hope!
Erhantar took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at his fellow tribesmen, his eyes gradually dyed bloodshot, raised the axe in his hand, and roared: "Take off your armor, take off your armor!"
Disappointment and despair enveloped the orc army.
Tens of thousands of orcs threw away their armor and fled in panic.
Humans and orcs are fighting to the death, and surrender will only lead to death.
Only the orcs with special skills such as warlocks, blacksmiths, and animal tamers had a glimmer of hope, while the rest of the orcs could only flee desperately.
Erhantar symbolically chopped down a few of his fellow tribesmen and did not run away. He just looked back at Yeats.
He is under the restriction of the Law of Death, and even if he escapes he will die. He can only have a chance of survival by cooperating with Yeats.
"Now... can we talk?" Erhantar said hoarsely.
"Of course." Ye Zhi nodded, pretending to think, and then said, "I can save your life, but I have to use my life to buy your life."
"Whose life?" A fierce light flashed in Erhantar's eyes.
"Your master." Ye Zhi said.
"My master is you... Your Excellency the Duke..."
The tall orc pretended to do a knight's chest-pressing salute, and his humble demeanor was particularly funny.
Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Then, it must be your previous master!"
Erhantar was still confused: "Who is that?"
Ye Zhi said: "Lord of plunder!"
Erhantar was shocked.
Mortals actually want to go against the true God. This human being named Yeats is really whimsical!
Erhantar's face twitched, and thinking of what Yeats said when they met, he said in a low voice:
"You want me to...find the Lord of Plunder for you?"
Yeats acquiesced: "Unless he dies, you will never survive!"
Erhantar suddenly sighed:
"I have His blessing on me. I believe He already knows everything you just said."
Ye Zhi shook his head and said, "No, He doesn't know."
"How is that possible?"
"I am also good at some illusions." Ye Zhi, the Chosen One of the Mist, said, "It is not difficult for me to use an illusion barrier to deceive the Lord of Plunder."
He is actually good at illusion?
Erhantal suddenly realized that he could not see through the human in front of him at all.
Even though he didn't believe that the other party would spare his life, in the current situation, the only way to survive was to get between him and the Lord of Plunder...
Erhantar said bitterly: "It seems that I have no room for refusal."
Ye Zhi said: "Yes, that is to sacrifice yourself bravely, and the next orc king will take over your mission."
Erhantar seemed to have thought of something, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and then he returned to normal in an instant, saying in a low voice: "As long as I am alive, I will still be the king of the orcs."
"So, what's your answer?"
"I am willing to follow your arrangements..."
Erhantar knelt on one knee and lowered his head.
"I will lead you to the Lord of Plunder... and use His life... in exchange for my life!"
"Then sign a master-servant contract with me."
A cluster of golden flames ignited in Ye Zhi's palm, covering Erhantar's forehead, and said:
"Don't resist. I will leave a mark on your soul."
Erhantar did not move, allowing Yeats to search his soul.
As a sanctuary-level trickster, Ye Zhi is already able to understand other people's memories by searching their souls.
From Erhantar's soul, Ye Zhi saw the location and specific method of opening the treasure house in the Orc King's Court, and saw the inheritance of the God of Storms.
We even learned some information about Erhantar's life.
Ye Zhi's heart moved, and he stared at the memory scene in front of him——
Erhantar's mother was just an orc slave, but his father was the chief of a tribe. After getting drunk, he had sex with Erhantar's mother and was ashamed of Erhantar's child.
The chief never regarded his mother as a fellow tribesman, but only as an object, a beast, beating her with fists and kicks, or whipping her with severe beatings. But this orc slave girl poured all her hope and love into Erhantar.
After being severely beaten and falling into a coma, his mother lost all her memories and her IQ dropped to that of an eight-year-old child.
Although Erhantar was the son of a chieftain, his status was no different from that of a slave. He earned money by doing hard labor during the day and took care of his mother, whose IQ had declined, at night.
One evening, Erhantar returned to the camp after finishing his work. He learned from his companions that his mother had broken the chief's beloved porcelain and was tied to the wheat field and whipped until she was dying.
When Erhantar arrived, the chief was still waving the whip and venting his anger on his mother.
Erhantar grabbed the whip, grabbed the chief's throat and strangled him to death.
The orc slave girl with the intelligence of an eight-year-old was dying. Facing the crying Erhantar, she still smiled like a child and happily repeated: "I am a princess, and you are the king!"
After his mother's funeral, Erhantar looked at his brothers behind him who were holding knives and guns with fierce eyes, and only one thought kept circling in his mind.
King! Golden Monarch! King of the Orcs!
Many years later, Erhantar was about to complete his ambition of unifying the tribe. He was determined to transform the tribe into a feudal empire and sit on the throne of king.
After examining all this, Yeats looked thoughtful and asked again, "Are you really afraid of death?"
Erhantar lowered his head and said, "Yes... Death means the end of everything... As long as I can survive, I am willing to do anything."
Ye Zhi smiled and understood.
——It is impossible for me to really spare Erhantar’s life, and Erhantar also knows that it is impossible for me to really let him go, but he still chooses to cooperate with me.
He wasn't betting that I would go easy on him.
It's a gamble that when I confront the Lord of Plunder, he can take advantage of it and have a chance of survival!
Gareth was teleported back to the city wall by the snowy owl and woke up surrounded by the defenders. The first thing he saw after waking up was the orc king kneeling in front of Yeats, with an expression of obedience to his orders.
The one-eyed knight was shocked. He blinked his eyes with great effort and muttered, "Am I...still dreaming?"
"No, Captain... Lord Yezhi... he captured the Orc King alive and made him his prisoner!" another knight explained.
These fantastic words made Gareth open his mouth wide.
The human knights... captured the orc king alive? The orc king, who was so powerful and led tens of thousands of troops and achieved great hegemony, has become a prisoner of the Duke of Honeysuckle!
Gareth paused for a while, exhaled slowly, and gave an order: "First clean up the battlefield, count the losses, and chase the remaining orcs... As for Duke Yeats... I believe he has his own plans for the Orc King!"
The sun was setting, and the blood-red dusk was illuminating the frosty battlefield. The military flag, though tattered, still stood tall and fluttered on the city wall.
Until this moment, the defenders were still in a trance and shock, unable to believe the fact that they had survived.
The orc corpses lying outside the city, the orc king who bowed to Duke Yeats, and his heartbeat were all proof of... a great victory! "We... survived?"
"Lord Duke Honeysuckle has once again saved the Great Wall of Winter and the North!!"
“We won!!”
Shouts and cheers, excitement and enthusiasm, formed a shocking sound wave, hovering over the Great Wall covered with ice for thousands of miles, and did not dissipate for a long time.
Ye Zhi first took the restrained Erhantal into his own territory, and then floated down to the city wall where snow was falling.
A snow-white owl flew over and landed on the raised arm of the silver-haired knight. Its heroic figure was reflected among the defenders who had gathered in a circle. Everyone held their breath, looked respectful, and dared not approach.
"Where is your leader?" Ye Zhi said calmly, "Let him come to see me."
Soon, Gareth, his armor stained with blood, hurried over, fell to his knees in front of Ye Zhi, and said excitedly:
"Lord Yeats... Thank you! You are a hero of the entire North!"
"It's just something that comes in handy." Ye Zhi glanced outside the city. "I've asked my pet to harvest the food for the siege rhino. You can drag the rest back to the city and hand it over to the food chef to use as military rations."
Gareth's eyes flashed with gratitude. He had never thought that the Duke would consider logistics. He said respectfully, "Yes, I will follow your wishes!"
That night, it was snowing heavily. Yeats used Arenil to transform into a huge pot and personally cooked a pot of broth to reward the night watch knights.
The knights were grateful and regarded Yeats as a saint, and Yeats was surprised to find that the gem on the handle of the Arenil pot had become brighter.
After some inspection, Ye Zhi suddenly realized that this was the power of faith in the realm of creation, which provided blessing to Arenil...
Rather than calling it a belief, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a personal worship, and this kind of worship can provide extremely precious power of faith for Yeats, who is a saint... It can be completely compared to "merit".
There are three types of advancement in the Holy Land: personal practice, sanctification through faith, and advancement by true God.
Although Ye Zhi reached the holy realm through personal practice, the power of faith was still of great help to him.
There is also a difference between firm and weak faith.
The Night Watch Knight of the Neverwinter Wall has been saved by Ye Zhi many times, and has long been convinced and regards him as a god.
Ye Zhi couldn't help but think about the laws he would be in charge of after he became a true god in the future.
"The God of Light's divinity is a powerful force. Even if I were promoted to an Eight-ring True God, I would not be able to fully inherit His divine duties in a short period of time."
Ye Zhi thought to himself: "The God of Food is also a true god, and corresponds to the Eight Rings. I can take the God of Food as my goal for promotion..."
There are several familiar ways to advance from the seventh ring to the eighth ring, including rituals, potions, and inheritance. Ye Zhi happened to know the promotion ritual of the God of Food.
According to the ritual in Yeats' memory, to become the God of Cookery, one must first obtain the "Arenil" passed down by the Godly Chef Ander, and Yeats has already met the standard.
Another requirement is to use Arenil to cook an eight-ring level true god or legendary ingredient, eat it, digest the divinity contained in it, and achieve godhood.
When Ye Zhi thought about what he was going to do next, he felt like laughing.
"I was promoted to the eighth ring, and I happened to need to consume a true god, and the Lord of Plunder happened to be an eighth ring true god... How could there be such a coincidence in the world?"
It is worth mentioning that Yeats once encountered the Lord of Plunder, which was on the Black Knight's Holy Day.
At that time, the holy relic of the Lord of Plunder broke into the altar of the Black Knight and eventually allowed Yeats to have a feast. The holy relic was the "Killer Starfish".
The Lord of Plunder is symbolized by "many arms" and "rotation". Even the blessing He bestowed on the Orc King Erhantar is related to "arms".
There is also a creature in this world that has many arms and can rotate continuously...
Ye Zhi thought about the information about the Lord of Plunder, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"The true form of the Lord of Plunder is a starfish, which was cultivated into a god, and looks like a starfish demon... This creature is destined to be with me!"
Ye Zhi licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining with hope.
"My cauldron has been thirsty for a long time!"
…
The news that the orc king Erhantar had been captured quickly spread throughout the North.
The capital of the Northern Group, Oslo.
In the boat-shaped palace, an elderly white-haired man lay on the hospital bed. After listening to the report from his close ministers, his eyes showed shock and disbelief.
"Can you say that again?"
King Harrag struggled to get up from his sickbed, pushing away the servants who tried to support him, and staring at his courtiers with burning eyes.
The courtier suppressed his excitement and tried to remain calm as he said, "Lord Yezhi Brondi supported the Neverwinter Great Wall and captured the orc king Erhantar on the spot. The nearly 100,000 orc army was defeated without a fight!"
Harrag's pale face regained color, and he laughed with tears of joy and relief in his eyes:
"Good...good! Yeats Bronte, I witnessed the birth of a saint with my own eyes...He is a hero of the entire human race!"
Because he was too excited, Harrag started to cough violently. Under the healing white light released by the servant, he gasped and said, "Give me a pen and paper... I want to write a thank-you letter myself, one to Morning Frost Ridge and the other to Lundu..."
"As long as Ye Zhi lives, the Kingdom of North County will be a friend of the Golden Lion... and will never invade the Golden Lion's territory!"
Harrag witnessed the change of dynasties between King Lionheart and Theresa, and also witnessed the rise of the Chosen One of Art.
In the space of three years, he had gone from being an ordinary man to becoming a hero to all mankind. Harrag could not think of any reason to be his enemy! Even in the Kingdom of the Golden Lion, Yeats had long been a transcendent being, not bound by the secular constraints of the royal power.
As the ruler of a country, the only thing Harrag could do was to show goodwill to the hero.
Even if he wanted the throne of North County, Harrag was willing to give it up in order to preserve it!
The Kingdom of the Golden Lion, London.
The blonde queen sat on the throne, flipping through the battle report in her hand, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.
The Orc King's cunning and ferociousness has become a major concern for mankind. Even Theresa, who is across the ocean, is troubled by Erhantar.
However, Yeats captured him alive in just one day... It was really shocking! Theresa looked around the nobles in the palace who bowed their heads and said,
"In your opinion, how should the Duke of Honeysuckle be awarded?"
The nobles were silent.
This kind of unprecedented event was something that no one was even qualified to comment on! The fat Duke Thomas pinched his double chin and sighed with emotion.
Who could have imagined that the young baron who was ignored back then would now become one of the most powerful people in the entire human civilization? "Your Majesty, I think the reward for Lord Yeats should not be based on ordinary standards."
Duke Thomas stepped forward and said, "Faith is extremely important to a saint... In my opinion, a statue of this chosen knight should be erected in Westminster Abbey for the people of the Golden Lion to worship!"
Theresa nodded and said, "That makes sense. I'll do as you say!"
Kingdom of Roland, Palace of Fontainebleau.
Louis, who was wearing a wig, stockings and high heels, also learned about this.
As one of the few holy lands in today's human civilization, Louis has a very clear understanding of the strength of the orc king Erhantal.
This was a genuine holy war... In this holy war, Ye Zhi captured Erhantal alive without any effort! "Ye Zhi has touched the threshold of the eighth ring..."
Louis' eyes flickered, he breathed a sigh of relief with emotion, and looked up at the sky.
"To become the spiritual pillar of the entire human race is no longer something that an ordinary throne can achieve, just like the great emperor back then—"
"King of kings!"
Countries were shocked.
The entire human civilization was shocked by the end of this holy war.
The orc civilization was thrown into turmoil, and wars among the tribes were reignited.
Within just three days after the news came back, civil war broke out again and people fought for the throne.
At the same time, the Dwarf Kingdom sent envoys for the first time and took the initiative to contact the Roland Kingdom, expressing its willingness to sell a batch of high-end equipment for the sake of Yeats Brontë.
Its representative is Baruch Ironbeard, a beast tamer who once participated in the Roland Knight Conference.
Ye Zhi calmed the wrath of the gods of the Eternal Fire and the True Ice Bridge and became a hero to the entire dwarf race. His deeds have gradually spread in the dwarf society under the spread of Master Oryong Goldbeard.
In order to show goodwill, the incumbent Dwarf King took the initiative to send an envoy group to negotiate with the Roland royal family on the purchase of weapons. While offering preferential treatment, he tactfully expressed the hope that King Roland could introduce Yeats to a meeting between him and the Dwarf King.
There were frequent wars on the continent of Midgard, and the Kingdom of Roland was short of weapons. When Louis learned about this, he was overjoyed and silently remembered Yeats's favor.
at the same time.
Absolute Ridge Mountains, Black Knight Altar.
Skahch, the Black Knight, and Brunhilde, the three eight-ring true gods, appeared at the same time, staring at the silver-haired knight standing in the snow, their eyes showing some surprise.
The black knight had a black scorpion tail whip and wore dark red plate armor. He gently stroked the red Pegasus with one hand and held the lance with the other. He looked at Ye Zhi and said hoarsely, "You mean... you plan to ambush the Lord of Plunder and let us do it together?"
Ye Zhi said calmly: "The plundering lord has provoked wars in several places. His crimes are serious. He is an evil heretic. Everyone has the right to kill him!"
Brunhilde's long silver-white hair fluttered in the cold wind. The hideous scar on her stern face was almost healed, leaving only a faint mark. She pondered and said, "Of course I want to get rid of the Lord of Plunder... But how can you guarantee that He will show up?"
Ye Zhi said: "I captured the Lord of Plunder's chosen one and reached an agreement with his chosen one. That chosen one will act as an insider and call for the Lord of Plunder to come."
Brunhilde's eyes moved slightly: "I have heard of it... Is it the orc king among the orcs?"
Ye Zhi's thoughts raced, and he nodded slightly.
Gods cannot attack mortals directly. This has been a law since ancient times. Breaking the law will cause fate to backfire. Therefore, gods often choose the chosen ones as pawns, manipulate the situation behind the scenes, and launch a "Battle of the Chosen Ones."
However, after Abaddon's fall and the opening of the Abyss, fate changed due to the conflict between the two world fragments - gods could descend directly on the material plane.
"When the Lord of Plunder sees that his chess pieces have failed, he may come down to earth himself...either to take action himself or to select a new God-chosen one." Ye Zhi said, "And what we have to do is to wait and see, and once the Lord of Plunder shows up, we will attack him in unison!"
The Black Knight and the Lord of Plunder are mortal enemies. They have been fighting for nearly a thousand years and correspond to the two major camps of law and evil respectively.
Ye Zhi's plan was exactly what the Black Knight wanted. A look of favor appeared in his eyes, and he said in a low voice:
"I agree with your plan... If it succeeds, I will divide a part of my authority with you to help you become a true God."
"As for becoming a god, I have my own plan," Ye Zhi smiled and shook his head. "Let's not talk about the thank you for now, Senior Black Knight, I have a question for you."
The Black Knight nodded solemnly, signaling Yeats to speak.
"God of War, where is he now?"
After Ragnarok, many old gods fell. The reason why Yeats asked this question was that he was not sure whether the god of war really survived.
A trace of sadness flashed across the black knight's eyes. He was silent for a while before he slowly told the story of the past.
It turns out that the first subordinate god promoted by the God of War was the Lord of Plunder. At that time, He was not called this name, but was called the "Lord of the Hundred-Armed Weapons", in charge of weapons and conquest.
After Ragnarok, the power of the God of War declined, and coincided with the invasion of foreign gods. The Lord of Plunder joined forces with the apostles and betrayed the God of War.
After the death of the God of War, the [Laws of War] also fell into the hands of Heaven.
Before his death, the God of War used the last bit of his divine power to promote the war orphan he adopted in the mortal world, allowing the Black Knight to become an eight-ringed true god.
"I regard Him as my adoptive father, but... He was betrayed." A sharp light flashed across the cold eyes of the Black Knight, "I swear that all betrayers will be punished... One day, I will cut open the heart of the Lord of Plunder!"
It turns out that there is such an old story between the Black Knight and the Celestial Realm... No wonder she would take the initiative to fight against the Apostles and the Knights of Apocalypse.
Yeats pondered for a moment.
The God of War has fallen, and the laws of war will most likely fall into the hands of the [War Knight]... This knight is probably more difficult to deal with than the Plague Knight.
"After killing the Lord of Plunder and absorbing his laws, your divine power should be enhanced?" Skah looked at the Black Knight and asked.
The Black Knight nodded. "Yes, because my laws are of the same origin as His. If the plan succeeds, I will obtain an incomplete [Law of War]... enough for me to inherit my adoptive father's will and rebel against the heavens."
"Besides..." The Black Knight turned his head and looked at Ye Zhi, "If you can help me with revenge, I will do my best to promote Hilde to the true god."
Brunhilde smiled and said, "With Hildreth's qualifications, he can become a true god on his own, but with our help, it will be faster."
Everyone present is a crucial ally and will be a valuable fighting force when doomsday comes. Every improvement counts.
For this reason, killing the Lord of Plunder is of utmost importance!
"Senior Black Knight, you should know what the Lord of Plunder's true form is?" Ye Zhi said.
"From what I understand, it's a legendary starfish that has cultivated into a humanoid form...Any questions?" asked the Black Knight.
Ye Zhi smiled and said, "No... I just thought that since it is a starfish, I can also cook it with Arenil... Then we can eat it together!"
The scene suddenly became quiet.
The three true gods looked at Yeats with extremely strange eyes.
Cooking... the Lord of Plunder? This is too crazy! Skacher was the first to stand up to defend Ye Zhi, and said calmly: "Ye Zhi has the inheritance of the God of Cookery. Since he said so, he must be sure of it!"
Brunhilde looked subtle, and was surprised... If the Lord of Plunder knew that he had been regarded as a delicacy by Ye Zhi, I wonder what he would think! The Black Knight's throat rolled, his eyes flickered, and he nodded decisively:
"Then let's do as you say and deal with the Lord of Plunder!"
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(End of this chapter)
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