Chapter 809 Declaration of Victory
“I don’t like lying, Your Majesty the Archbishop.”
Tom lazily played with the wand in his hand and smiled at the old man with an evil expression: “And for our ancestors, There has also been some research into the Occlumency handed down from generation to generation, so it makes sense that the belief is not strong enough. Of course, my father who likes to put his mind into many things is different. You can promote him freely."
Eden looked at the young man in front of him coldly: "You. Threatening me?"
"Threat? No, no, of course it's not a threat."
Tom laughed dumbly and shook his head: "It's just a simple suggestion. After all, my father has made unique achievements in many fields and is tactful by nature. If the Northeast Diocese can survive this crisis safely, it will only be helpful for you to let him enter the inner circle. There will be benefits, at least. Lucius Lestrange is much better than the gentleman who just advised you."
Eden held his breath, and after a while he said slowly: "Maybe I will. I can't like you, young man, but I have to admit that I admire you very much, if... "
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Archbishop."
Tom interrupted the other party rudely and said leisurely: "I'm not very concerned about things like power and money. All I want is power, more powerful power, you can't give me , and we. Alas, forget it."
He suddenly shook his head, then pointed the wand in his hand at his forehead, and two seconds later pulled out a mist-like stick from his head. The silver silk thread is surrounded by some faint dark green mist.
Peng!
A ball of black flame exploded out of thin air, and the thread connected to the top of the wand suddenly shook violently. The surrounding atmosphere was evaporated without a trace in an instant, and then returned to Tom's head.
"And your Lord can't give it to me either."
Tom smiled like a successful prank and winked at Archbishop Eden.
The latter stared blankly at the handsome blond young man in front of him, suddenly felt a chill, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although he has no idea how the other party did it, Eden can be sure that just now, the person in front of him was actually under his nose, in the largest base of the Whispering Sect in the northeastern continent, in front of the mighty statue of the God of Whispering. , easily severed the relationship with the Whispering Sect and the connection with the Whispering God.
This is ridiculous. You must know that even if someone can betray his faith, he will be punished by the person he believes in immediately, instead of just like now, nothing happens.
At this moment, the man named Tom Lestrange in front of him was almost equivalent to betraying the God of Whispers in front of him. As a result, the statue behind him did not react at all.
It's like
Eden couldn't think of a suitable description for a while, but if Mo Tan was here with the 'chaotic neutral' personality, he would probably say 'like It was a peaceful breakup. This comment seems outrageous at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, it actually makes a lot of sense.
All in all, from this moment on, Tom Lestrange has nothing to do with the God of Whispers and his sect.
“Don’t worry, your Lord is a tolerant evil god. At least he is very tolerant to me. Although we have not established direct contact, I can vaguely feel that He treats me quite well. Appreciation should not care about such trivial matters."
Tom looked past Eden and stared at the blurry statue in the center of the prayer room and said with a smile: "In pursuit of power, I have tried all kinds of things. various ways Law, and following the aunt's words to join your sect is just one of them. But unfortunately, although the power of your Lord really amazes me, it cannot become my own power after all, and it will not belong to me at all. , and I'm not very interested in the 'borrowing' thing, so... let's do it."
Eden stared at the other party with a stiff face, opened his mouth several times, but couldn't say a word. come out.
“Don’t worry, Lord Bishop, even though I have left your sect now, what I said before will still be fulfilled. Even if there is an accident, I will keep your life safe. ”
Tom stood up and saluted Eden carelessly, and his body gradually turned into black smoke and drifted outside the prayer room.
"Northeast Parish? Ridiculous, ridiculous."
After leaving his last words, Tom Lestrange's presence completely disappeared.
Archbishop Eden, whose face was livid, still sat there without saying a word.
Although the piety rooted in his soul gave him an impulse, a desperate impulse to rush forward to fight the young man with a sneer expression, but this same piety was still in his heart. The old man stopped him before he got angry.
The statue behind him emitted a hazy light, seeming to remind Eden not to die easily.
After a long time
The old man stood up with some difficulty, turned around and knelt in front of the statue and began to pray.
While praying, he thought about the current situation.
After the previous temptation, as the top person in charge of the Northeast Diocese, he did not continue to invest in the battle. Instead, he immediately ordered the opening of the [Whispering Great Divine Magic Formation], relying on the savings he had accumulated in the Rumbling City for more than half a year. The power of faith isolates the attackers from the outside, just to get a chance to breathe.
That's right, it was just a chance to breathe. Even though the Whispering City had only lost less than 20% of its combat power before the magical formation was activated, he still felt that he was just breathing. The reason was for no other reason than the commander of the other party. It's really too scary.
Not powerful, not powerful, but terrifying!
At least that's the case for Eden.
Not long ago, after mastering the opponent's basic strength, Eden even felt that he had a chance to repel or even defeat the enemy through the advantage of his home field. However, after the two sides really started to engage in close combat, he realized that he had previously What an outrageous idea.
In this babbling city, which gathers most of the upper-level forces of the Northeastern Diocese, there are many commanders who are accomplished in strategy and tactics. Although they are not as powerful as a certain God's Favorite in the Southwest Diocese, they were the most powerful ones in the past. Mir's gang of orcs, who only knew how to blindly revere the elemental spirits, had a smooth sailing, making it almost impossible for him to find any faults.
Therefore, although Lucius, who is the best in this regard, is on standby at Snow Dove Hill, Eden still believes that his side has a great advantage over those troops that are mostly composed of orcs.
Then a few of his men who were good at fighting sent A up. The original intention was to test the reality and weaken the enemy's spirit.
Then those who were able to fight and fight under him played GG. Although they basically escaped with their excellent strength, their tactics and warriors were directly torn to pieces by the enemy from the front!
Positive in every sense of the word!
The old orc with the powerful voice jumped out of nowhere and defeated the same size of cultists in less than two hours.
Completely shattered!
Leaving aside the believers who died outside the city, even the warriors who were finally gathered back were frightened and incoherent.
They say that even if we chant whispers, we cannot leave even one enemy behind.
They say that no matter how hard we rush, we will never be able to fight head-on against our targeted target.
They say that no matter how hard we struggle, unexpected enemies will appear in unexpected places.
Fanatical efforts again and again only resulted in repeated failures.
The invincible whisper has become a lament dedicated to myself.
Especially after the initial period of fighting, when the enemy commander was no longer too lazy to conceal his strategic intentions and issued orders in detail as if broadcasting to the whole audience, those commanders who were so excited that they felt that the enemy was overpowering actually Discover, even if you already know the enemy They have to do something, but they still can't stop it from happening. In many cases, they can't even understand those incomprehensible and confusing orders. It won't be until soon when the situation becomes irreversible that they can realize it later. Realize what the enemy commander really wants. That terrifying monster can even calculate the whispers that the Whisper believers will use under what circumstances, and sets vicious traps, making the believers' greatest reliance useless.
Of course, it may not be completely useless, but the battle loss of almost 1:31 cannot make any Whispering Cultist who successfully killed the enemy happy.
On the contrary, it will only make their fears that have been covered up by faith quickly take root.
So Eden did not choose an all-out attack that seemed more powerful against him. Instead, he restrained other senior officials who thought they could break the situation by rushing forward and launching an unparalleled attack, and ordered the activation of the [Whispering Great Magic Formation] Forcibly suspending this situation was completely like being beaten by others.
Note that it is a forced 'pause', not a forced 'termination' which is more readable.
Termination means the end.
Pause means that the matter is not over yet.
Even if Archbishop Eden finishes thinking about it, the other party will definitely never finish with him.
That is to say
【We can only hope that the reinforcements led by Lucius will arrive as soon as possible. 】
The old man sighed deeply, recalling the information that Tom had brought to him before. While secretly admiring Lucius's accurate judgment without delay, he also thought about what would happen if the latter could arrive in time. Will there be any changes?
The answer is yes.
He knew very well that although there were many enemies outside the Whispering City, there were only less than 4,000 of them. Even if the old orc could suppress him with his frightening command skills, he would not be able to hold his head up when the attackers gathered together. After the arrival of the 7,000 believers from the mountain troops and support troops, and the arrival of Lucius, whose tactical attainments far exceed his own, this dilemma will disappear immediately!
Not only that
If he and Lucius could annihilate this group of attacking troops whose main combat power is the orcs, it is even possible to launch a blitzkrieg directly on the main peak of Sumir, in one fell swoop. To achieve the core purpose of the Northeastern Diocese.
As long as Lucius can arrive in time!
Otherwise
Archbishop Eden stood up silently, shook his head with a bitter look on his face, and murmured in a low voice: "Even if that child can really save me and cause the entire Northeastern Diocese to be broken up, where should I go?"
< br>He let out a long sigh and staggered towards the door of the prayer room.
At the same time
Outside of Yayu City, the D1 main battle area of the Black Fan strategic map, the temporary command podium
With a huge totem pole on his back, he sat cross-legged on the podium Mundo Pan in the center opened his eyes, exhaled a breath, and nodded slightly to Mo Tan standing beside him: "Three hours."
"Three hours?"
Mo Tan nodded slightly, turned his head thoughtfully and looked at the entrance of the Rumbling City not far away, which had lost its disguise and looked eerie, and said in deep thought: "If we How long can that thing continue to operate if external force is applied? "
"Three hours"
"Or three hours?"
" Yes, the power of the evil god is very strange, and it is much stronger than the last time we came.”
The old orc looked at Mo Tan kindly and kindly, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it: "If the power contributed by those blasphemers does not fall below the critical level, no matter how hard we attack, we will not be able to shake the concept of the barrier [not broken], eh, but Nothing is absolute. I think if the Holy Religion Alliance troops are here, they should be able to break through the barrier through other means."
Mo Tan smiled and said, "Other elders have already started to build the wall. "The expeditionary force will be very busy soon, so it's better not to think about them."
The old orc shrugged and took off the totem that weighed at least a hundred pounds from his back. , supported it and stood up: "Then three hours."
"Three hours is acceptable, but I listen to what you just said."
Mo Tan frowned slightly and asked : "Will the barrier automatically be destroyed when the power falls below the critical point?"
"It won't be destroyed automatically."
The old orc, whose arm strength is definitely no worse than Jadka's, chuckled and narrowed his cloudy eyes: "But I will find a way to break that barrier. .”
Mo Tanyou He looked at the elder in front of him with some curiosity: "How to break it."
The latter did not answer, but with a wave of his hand, a piece of hair about three meters long and two meters wide was condensed above his head. The totem pole, and then flicked in the direction of Rumbling City.
Half a second later, the high platform beneath the two of them shook, and the totem pole that smashed into the magic circle dissipated into the air after causing a small earthquake. middle.
It is worth mentioning that the above-mentioned 'earthquake' has little to do with the spirit of the earth. It is purely caused by the totem pole bumping into it.
"So broken."
The old man, who looked like he was old and half-dead, patted Mo Tan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's very simple, no effort required."
Mo Tan was sincerely convinced: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Haha, it's just to feel the pulse of the city and throw two totem poles. What's so hard about it."
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Mundo Pan waved his hand modestly and sighed: "As long as Pastor Hei Fan can let us win this"
"We have already won."
"Huh?"< br>
“That barrier can support How long will only affect the outcome of the battle, but not the outcome."
Mo Tan, who was shivering from the cold, rubbed the tip of his nose, took the cloak that Yi Zuo thoughtfully handed over and put it on his shoulders, and said to the old man. The orc smiled.
"Last night was the last night they could spend calmly in Sumir."
Chapter 802: The End
(End of this chapter)
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