Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 380 Love and Peace
General Durst Lone Stone, covered in wind and dust, and his distinctive giant steel armor, pushed aside the wooden repelling horse used by the city defense army to seal the road, and walked into the blocked blood with a bang. Thorn City Temple Street.

Now, on this central street facing the majestic Blood Temple, there is no longer a federal civilian who came to worship the God of War, replaced by neatly lined up orc soldiers and a flustered shaman .

General Durst Lone Stone ignored the soldiers who hurriedly saluted him, but squinted his eyes and looked at the Temple of Blood at the end of the street:

Under the setting sun of the Great Plains of Dolores, the quaint and majestic huge figure of the temple was shrouded in a layer of blood-colored mist, making it difficult to see clearly:

At this time, all the orc soldiers lined up silently at the southernmost end of the street, several kilometers away from the temple at the northernmost end of the street, like Don Quixote looking at the windmill that was in need of challenge from a distance.

A lionheart shaman in a gorgeous white robe noticed the arrival of General Durst Lone Stone, and trotted hurriedly through the chattering shaman crowd.

Facing a highly respected shaman master, even Durst Lone Stone, the head of the "Pride of the God of War" division known in the federal military for his rebelliousness, can no longer be as rude as he treats ordinary soldiers.

General Durst Lone Stone took off his helmet, and bowed slightly to the Lionheart Shaman as a salute.

However, in the bloodshot eyes of General Durst Lone Stone, as usual, there was not much respect.

"General Lone Stone!" The old shaman hurried to General Durst Lone Stone, looked up at this sturdy orc like a hill, and blurted out his voice with tears, "You and your 'God of War' Pride' is finally here... Without you, I really don't know what to do..."

"Master, don't worry." Durst Lone Stone said in a deep voice, his voice was as cold and hard as his clan name, "Tell me, what happened here?"

"Our temple! Blood temple! The domain of the Great God of War has been occupied! It is defiled and corrupted by a group of depraved people!" The old lion-heart shaman screamed, his orange-peel face was overwhelmed by the great pain and Shame twisted into a ball, "Damn... what would God of War think?"

Durst Lone Stone frowned:

"The Blood Temple has been completely occupied? Completely?"

"Yes! Yes! It happened yesterday evening, God of War..." Lionheart Shaman covered his face in pain and said, "Oh my God, it was a nightmare. Many children died at that time. Our group of shamans Thanks to the position on the outside, I barely escaped from the temple...God of War, I still don't know what happened to those Lionheart masters who stayed at the round table of the council..."

General Durst Lone Stone slowly exhaled a foul breath from his chest.

When he entered Bloodthorn City with the "Pride of the God of War" division, he had probably understood the emergency situation here;
But General Gushi did not expect that the actual situation was even worse than originally imagined!
The entire Blood Temple was occupied by the enemy last night. Many shamans fled the temple in a hurry, and many priests were trapped in the temple. Their lives and deaths are still unknown...

What's even more frightening is that the Blood Temple of Bloodthorn City is the holy place of the God of War belief and the seat of the Blood Council, the highest institution of shamanism, and the shaman priests who were first affected are the spiritual pillars of almost all the people of the Glorious Federation... …

As long as General Durst Lone Stone simply uses his brain, he can imagine how much trouble will be caused if this incident is not properly resolved-especially when the Federation is in a great war with the Human Empire among.

General Durst Lone Stone sorted out his thoughts, and hummed in a low voice:
"Master, don't worry, with our 'Pride of God of War' division, it's only a matter of time before we regain the Blood Temple. But first let me guess...Last night, the gods sneaked into the Blood Temple without anyone noticing, massacred Sa Man, the group of bastards who still control the Blood Temple are the group of human rogues who slaughtered several clan villages on the plain these days?"

To General Gushi's surprise, when faced with this question, the old Lionheart Shaman's expression was a bit tangled.

"Hmm... not exactly." The old Lionheart Shaman muttered while clutching his cane.

"'Not exactly'?" General Gushi frowned. "Aren't those evil humans occupying the Blood Temple?"

The old lion heart shaman desperately shook his head and said:

"General Lone Stone, shortly after I escaped from the temple with the children last night, the group of attackers sealed the gate of the temple with some kind of weird elemental magic, and launched an attack with a weird war song ...I took the children and retreated all the way here——when the south end of Temple Street, the group of attackers started to use magic to shout outside the temple..."

The old shaman, who had not had a drop of water all day and night, and became more and more haggard sighed, recalling the nightmare of last night, and continued:
"They said they were not humans, but orcs..."

"Orcs?" Even General Gushi, who was as determined as steel, lost his composure. "The assailants who occupied the temple turned out to be orcs?"

"Yes..." The old shaman rubbed his eyes bitterly, "The group of orcs shouted that they were not the human rogues who slaughtered the clan village before, but the 'collaborators' of the rogues."

"'Cooperators'?" General Gushi said in disbelief, "You mean, these orcs, as the people of the God of War, actually went to cooperate with the humans of the empire?"

"Yes..." The old shaman felt that he had almost exhausted all the sighs he could sigh for a lifetime, "...they called themselves the 'Scourge Legion', and the leader was 'Master Ner'zhul'. Gao's orc necromancer...General Lone Stone, you should still remember that when the Bandit Suppression Corps was besieging and suppressing the bandits, you were ambushed by an army of skeletons? Now it seems that it should be this 'Ner'zhul Great work by the Master and his Scourge..."

General Durst Lone Stone stood where he was, stupidly as if struck by five thunders:
"Orc... Necromancer? This... How is this possible?"

"I didn't believe it at first..." the old Lionheart Shaman said bitterly, "...But General Gushi, think about it: In the empire, necromancy has long been a heretical magic that has been severely eliminated. In the human empire, where can we find a necromancer with a high enough rank? Instead, it is in our Federation..."

General Durst Lone Stone froze for a moment, then began to rub his temples.

Indeed, among the orc clan's elemental power users, besides the war god shaman who has a strong root, there are also a large number of folk orc magicians-elemental magic from the west side of the dust mountain range, in recent years It has also been favored by many orcs who have no relationship with shamanism.

More importantly, since the Glorious Federation does not follow monotheism like the empire and the demons, and has never imposed tyranny on minority beliefs other than the God of War belief, many degenerate magic factions that were originally banned in the human empire Instead, the Glorious Federation to the east of the Dust Mountains blossomed.

As far as General Durst Lone Stone knows, there is a Shadowblade tribe near the coast. While worshiping the God of War, they also worship the Shadow Goddess Selina. Over the years, there have been many shadow-type orc magicians in the tribe. .

So... the necromancer who summoned the terrifying skeleton army was really a native federal orc? !
General Gushi was stunned for a long while before asking:
"But...but that orc necromancer, that 'Ner'zhul'...why did he betray the God of War? Why did he help a group of imperial humans and attack his brothers and sisters? Why did he occupy the Blood Temple, Slaughter the venerable shaman?"

"This is the problem..." the old Lionheart Shaman said with great sorrow, "...General Lone Stone, you came at the right time, half a minute will be the hour, and their broadcast will start...you can listen to it yourself Listen to what that 'Master Ner'zhul' said..."

broadcast?General Durst Lone Stone didn't quite understand this weird word at first.

But after just half a minute, he understood.

Because, on the Temple of Blood on the other side of the street, a huge gray-white halo suddenly bloomed, as if it was an announcement at the beginning of a certain ceremony.

General Durst Gushi hurriedly picked up a dark moon glazed binoculars imported from the Demon Race from his subordinates, and impatiently aimed the lens barrel at the roof terrace of the Blood Temple.

Through the binoculars, General Gushi saw several orcs in shaman costumes staggering onto the terrace.

According to the red robes of this group of orcs, General Gushi realized that these were several Tiger Roar Shamans with outstanding cultivation.

"These poor shaman children are all zombies transformed by the damn necromantic magic..." The old lion-heart shaman next to General Lone Stone explained with great pain, "During the broadcast, that' Master Ner'zhul 'never showed his face, and let a group of zombie slaves do it for him..."

General Durst Lone Stone adjusted the focus of the telescope, and he could clearly see that the faces of the orc shamans on the terrace were lifeless and pale.

Then, a warsong halo appeared above the heads of the group of zombie shamans.

Amplified by the power of the battle song, the zombie shaman shouted in unison, even though it was a street away, it was clearly transmitted to the ears of the bewildered General Durst Lone Stone in the army formation:

"Peace, not war! Peace, not war! Peace, not war!"

Want peace not war? !Hearing this, General Durst Lone Stone's mouth suddenly had a tendency to try to compete with the crocodile.

Immediately afterwards, the zombie shamans on the temple terrace continued to "broadcast":

"Stop all disputes! Stop all killing! Stop all violence! The merciful God of War will never be willing to see his people die in a senseless war! Stop the war with the human empire! Stop the civilians in the occupied area oppression! Stop all crimes on the mainland! God of War gave us power and kingdom, not for killing and being killed! All disputes must stop! Stop all killing! Stop all violence!"

General Durst Lone Rock opened his mouth wide enough to swallow the helmet he was holding in his arms.

"General Lone Stone, this is the reason why the 'Master Ner'zhul' claimed to betray the God of War and help mankind..." the old Lionheart Shaman said with a wry smile, "During the previous 'broadcasts', This group of 'scourge legion' who occupied the Blood Temple claimed that it was because they couldn't watch it anymore. The federal orcs and imperial humans continued to pay their losses in the sixth war. , occupying the Temple of Blood to deliver a message of peace..."

General Durst Gushi said in his heart that I believed in your ghosts...

If you are fucking normal magicians, maybe I can understand you as a group of mentally retarded pacifists;
But this "Master Ner'zhul", you nima, a necromancer, what do you mean by "calling for peace"? !

Killing people when you fucking took over the temple doesn't count as human life, does it? !
The shaman master you fucking use for broadcasting and turned into a zombie is not considered human life, is it? !

You used the skeleton army to help the human rogues ambush the bandit army before, and what you kill is not considered a human life, right? !

General Durst Lone Stone, who was completely shocked, was stunned for a long time, and then he heard speechlessly that the group of zombie shamans on the terrace of the temple in the distance were actually under the influence of "Master Ner'zhul" necromancy. Driven, they sang songs hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder!

The song sung by the zombie shamans has a sad tone, which is roughly consistent with their "demand". It is a song calling for peace and resisting violence. It sounds like the syllables in the lyrics of a language that General Shi doesn't know are:
"AMANI~~NAKUPENDA~~NAKUPENDA~~WE~~WE~~"

"AMANI~~NAKUPENDA~~NAKUPENDA~~WE~~WE~~"

Listening to this extremely complicated chorus, all the orc shamans, orc officers and soldiers at the southern end of Temple Street looked as disgusted as if they had eaten flies.

Watching the holy land of shamanism being occupied by a group of undead creatures, the other party is actually using the body of the shaman priest to sing...

——The orcs present all had distorted expressions, comparable to those of the Italian senator who found Tifa appearing on the screen.

General Durst Lone Rock listened to the bullshit chorus for a few verses and finally couldn't take it anymore.

He buckled his helmet back viciously, pulled out the saber at his waist, and roared angrily to the soldiers behind him like a wounded lion:

"Give me an order to go down and gather all the troops and shamans! In an hour, we will launch an attack on the Temple of Blood! Not only do I want to take back the temple, I also want to catch those bastards who betrayed the God of War and played with necromantic magic , smash this 'Master Ner'zhul' who killed thousands of swords into thousands of pieces!!!"

(End of this chapter)