Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 378

It was already dark, but the Blood Temple in Bloodthorn City of the Glorious Federation was still brightly lit.

24 majestic marble columns with a height of more than ten meters hugged by two people support the dome of the temple painted with the heroic deeds of the God of War.

The golden plate hanging high above the stone pillar is full of plump whale blubber produced by the Eastern Eternal Sea, burning with an eternal golden holy fire, emitting a light that illuminates the hall.

Under the gold plate, the animal-shaped hollow incense burner made of brass is hung high by a long rope made of horsehair. The smoldering shamanic spices emit bursts of smoke, which makes people sleepy and comfortable.

Under the light of the blubber flame and the smog of the secret method, the golden floor tiles of the Blood Temple of the Glorious Federation, which are as clean as a mirror, shine brightly as usual:
The soft gold could not withstand the friction of people's footsteps, and could not maintain a smooth surface like a mirror, but the totem blessing of the orc shaman made these gold bricks as indestructible as steel.

On both sides of the neatly arranged golden floor tiles, under the 24 towering stone pillars, there are two blood canals that flow around the blood hall——in the half-deep channels, a huge amount of blood is being driven by the power of the battle song Rolling and flowing.

The bright red color of the blood and water, not only does not appear evil and coquettish under the illumination of the holy fire, but also has a holy and noble beauty.

In the ancient times of the Haven Continent, even before the establishment of the Beastman Federation, this temple dedicated to the God of War, which was said to be built by the apostles of the God of War, was already located on the east side of the Dust Mountain Range, and the entire Bloodthorn City, In fact, they were all built around the temple - the historical Blood Temple has undoubtedly become the object of frantic competition among the orc tribes.

In that barbaric era, the golden canal of the Blood Temple was filled with genuine blood of the enemy—the orc tribes that successfully occupied the Blood Temple would pour the blood of their enemies into the canal and let it flow as a dedication to the great God of War. offerings.

Now that the Orc Federation is unified, the Blood Temple has become the holy place of the entire shaman belief and the seat of the Blood Council, the highest institution of orc shaman priests. According to ancient rituals, enough livestock blood will be poured into the golden canal of the main hall to keep this sacred river flowing.

When Green Pegasus led those stupid orcs of the Eagle Feather clan all the way into the Blood Temple, the leader of the Bloodthorn City's defense force almost accidentally fell into the blood of the Golden Canal because of being too nervous. .

Ordinary orc civilians have never had the right to set foot on the golden brick ground of the temple, but can only worship from a distance outside the temple——the last time Green Pegasus entered the Temple of Blood was when he was eight or nine years old and came with his parents When receiving the blessing of the shaman master.

Therefore, Green Pegasus felt very lucky to be able to get this task of leading the way into the Temple of Blood.

When he stepped on the golden bricks of the temple, he even bowed to the majestic statue of God of War in the deepest part of the hall.

But what puzzled Greene was that the few Eagle Feather clan compatriots who were lucky enough to catch humans showed a little indifference—they neither showed the excitement of stepping into the Holy Land, nor were they afraid of the oppression of the Colossus of the God of War They just followed behind Green with a blank expression, as if on the whole continent, they only cared about one thing:

When will I be able to receive the bounty for capturing humans.

These godless guys...Green Pegasus slandered dissatisfiedly, and he became more and more convinced in his heart that the Eagle Feather clan, who lived nowhere, must have forgotten the glory of the God of War in their wandering lives.

However, dissatisfaction in his heart is dissatisfaction, and Green Pegasus dare not show it——

——It would be better to say that within this sacred realm of blood, only the Great God of War and his master shamans have the power to judge sentient beings.

"Follow me, this way." The one who spoke was a young shaman in blood-red priestly clothes who was in charge of leading these orcs into the hall.

The silver wolf totem on the young shaman's chest shows that he is undoubtedly a rare genius who has already been promoted to the level of wolf soul shaman at a young age.

Official shamans who have left the apprenticeship stage are divided into five levels. From Eagle Eye Shaman, Wolf Soul Shaman, Tiger Roaring Shaman, Lion Heart Shaman, and finally Dragon Flame Shaman, every step of promotion is difficult. Ascend to the sky, there are only a handful of Dragon Flame Shamans at the last level in history—the vast majority of orc shamans just spend their lives in the apprenticeship stage or the Eagle Eye Shaman stage.

And the shaman who can directly serve the God of War in the Temple of Blood is undoubtedly the best among these priests.

In front of this respectable young shaman, several orcs naturally did not dare to make mistakes. Even those rude eagle-feather orcs obediently joined Green Pegasus and followed the young wolf soul shaman. Go deep into the hall.

The huge Blood Temple is hundreds of meters deep.

As the few orcs walked deeper, more and more shaman priests appeared on the bank of the flowing blood canal, chatting in twos and threes, or meditating and praying.

Although the battle was fierce and most of the shamans had rushed to the front line of the war with the human empire, the Blood Council still left enough people in their base camp.

Glenn Pegasus was even shocked when he found a benevolent lion-heart shaman in a gorgeous white robe by the side of the road—it was almost certain that this master shaman with profound cultivation was located at the God of War. Believe in the apex of power, one of the members of the 16-member Blood Council.

Along the way, the young wolf soul priest who led the way asked the eagle feathers for details on how to capture humans in a low voice, and the eagle feather orcs dragging the bags answered them one by one in rough and rude voices.

From the questions and answers of these people, Green Pegasus roughly heard that the group of eagle-feathered orcs accidentally discovered these human corpses outside a village burned by human bandits when they were out hunting. The bulky human:
Obviously, they were abandoned in the wilderness by their fellow human bandits because of their serious injuries.

Even though it was in the temple, Green Pegasus couldn't help being a little jealous of these lucky eagle-feathered orcs:
Just because the blind cat ran into a dead mouse and picked up a few human corpses, he was able to meet the shaman master of the Blood Council... Green Pegasus once again felt the injustice of the Great God of War.

Soon, a group of people arrived at the end of the temple.They bowed respectfully around the feet of the Colossus of Mars and entered a corridor hidden behind the Colossus of Mars.

The young wolf soul priest led these orcs around for a while, and when everyone was dizzy, they suddenly saw:
What appeared in front of them was a rather magnificent circular room. In the golden altar in the center of the room, a bright bonfire rose up, illuminating the sixteen high-backed armchairs surrounding the altar.

Green Pegasus suddenly realized that this was where the 16 highest members of the Blood Council gathered.

At this moment, most of the sixteen armchairs were empty, and only five chairs sat with white-clothed shamans with their eyes closed.

These are the five Lionheart Shaman masters... Green Pegasus' calves trembled because he realized this fact.

The young wolf soul shaman bowed to the five lion-heart shamans, and then in a calm but loud voice, he briefly explained how the eagle-feathered orcs picked up human corpses.

At first, the expressions of the five lion-heart shamans didn't change much, but when the wolf soul shaman mentioned that the Eagle Feather clan had captured a human alive, the lion-heart shamans were obviously a little surprised, and even more so. It was a lion-heart shaman who stood up directly from the chair.

"Humans live, is that right, my child?" The lion-heart shaman looked up at the eagle-feathered orcs, and asked, his tone was not as condescending as Green Pegasus imagined, but kind and gentle , It makes people feel close when they hear it.

"Yes. Live." The leading Eagle Feather Orc replied dryly, while stretching out his thick fingers, he untied the cloth bag in his hand, revealing the live human inside.

This is Green Pegasus' first glimpse of what this "living human captive" looks like:
It was a burly human man with rare gray hair and a strange red scarf tied around his neck.The human captive's face was covered in blood, and there was an obvious gash in the muzzle area.

Not just because of the pain or the shame, the human captive curled up into a ball, muttering some words in the common language of the Empire, in a bad tone, which sounded like curse words.

Is it this group of humans who slaughtered several tribes on the plain of Dolores?Green Pegasus couldn't believe it.

In fact, for most of the orcs in the federation, the survival of other orc clans did not cause much emotion. Many of the villages that were massacred and set on fire by humans this time were enemies of the Pegasus clan that Greene belonged to.

Therefore, Glenn Pegasus didn't feel so sad for those tribes who were slaughtered;

But he was very surprised, how could those tribes be easily beaten by a group of humans?
——Based on the observation of this tragic human captive, Green Pegasus preliminarily judged that other human rogues are probably similar wretches... right?

"It's really a living human captive..." Master Lionheart Shaman stared at the human captive on the ground, shook his head and sighed at the other masters, "It's not easy... The news we received earlier said , The Bandit Suppression Corps chased those human rogues for hundreds of miles, but not only failed to capture a single prisoner, but was beaten to pieces..."

Another shaman master lamented:
"No way, the main force of our Federation is at the Burning Crystal Canyon. It is indeed too difficult for these children to let a group of inexperienced children form a regiment to encircle and suppress this group of well-trained human rogues..."

"Don't be depressed." The former white-clothed lion-heart shaman shook his head, and clapped his hands to encourage his colleagues, "According to the calculation, the 'Pride of the God of War' division should have crossed the Xuetao River and will arrive at us soon Bloodthorn City is approaching—in front of the main division of our Glorious Federation, the group of human rogues can't affect the overall situation after all."

"Yes." The young wolf soul shaman replied respectfully, "It's just that, Master Chubaer, the clan villages that were slaughtered in our southwestern region... are really too miserable."

"This is war." Master Chubaer also seemed a little depressed, "Sacrifices... There will always be sacrifices. Apart from praying for those children, we can only hope that this catastrophe can end as soon as possible... Speaking of which, Old Sa Kita... no..."

Hearing Master Chubaer mentioning the unknown and highly respected shaman master, several lion heart shamans looked a little heavy, and the young wolf soul shaman bowed slightly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these frustrating things." Master Chubaer waved his hand, avoiding this painful topic, "Come on, children of the Eagle Feather Clan, let us old fellows, with the one you caught This human captive asks questions."

The eagle-feathered orc agreed in a rough voice, stretched out his big hand, grabbed the gray-haired human captive by the collar, lifted him up like a chicken, and walked towards Master Chubaer.

Master Chubal put down his totem staff, and stretched out his hand to the drowsy human captive, intending to lift his cheek and take a closer look at the human's face.

But just before Master Chubal's withered fingers were about to touch the cheek of the human captive, the master's hand stopped suddenly.

His eyeballs, which were somewhat cloudy due to cataracts, moved away from the face of the human captive, and looked at the palm of the eagle-feathered orc holding the captive's collar.

It was an unhealthy pale palm—in the eyes of others, this color may not be surprising, but the Lionheart Shaman, who has rich experience and has been practicing medicine for a long time, really knows the physical condition of the orcs very well. His keenness was enough for him to notice that there didn't seem to be a surging pulse in the protruding blood vessels of that hand...

Time seemed to stop for a second.

Then, almost at the same time, a sharp blade flashed out of the human captive's arms like a poisonous snake, and the eagle-feathered orc's veined palm grabbed Master Chubal's head——

——and Master Chubal's originally kind eyes had already ignited with anger.With an old voice, he snapped out a short ancient syllable, and the pure halo of "Andrea's Song of Purification" was passing from Master Chubal's shriveled and shrunken body at a speed that Green Pegasus had never seen before. Swing around.

Purely out of a warrior's instinct, Green Pegasus wanted to grab his halberd from behind, but couldn't -

When he first entered the temple, all his weapons were confiscated by the shaman at the gate for safety reasons.

Green Pegasus was still in a daze. An eagle-feathered orc beside him had already punched the young wolf soul shaman to the ground. The chest of the young orc shaman burst and bloomed due to the huge impact. , blood gushed out like a fountain...

Then, the incantation sound of the ancient Aeolian rune rang without warning in the domain of the God of War, the core of the Blood Council——

—perhaps for the first time ever.

(End of this chapter)