Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 392 Chapter [-]

Counting forward from the left-hand side of the corridor on the second floor of the Blood Temple, the third one is a thick, dark, antique ornate wooden door.

In the middle of the high part of the two-page door leaf, the words "Nikulus Prayer Hall" in the common language of the orcs are inlaid with pure gold.

Obviously, this is a large auditorium in the Temple of Blood, and it is usually used for shamans to preside over formal prayer ceremonies, or to hold religious celebrations and festivals.

The door was closed tightly, motionless.Ezio Petrie gritted his teeth, and cautiously approached the door, listening attentively.

Through the heavy door leaf, he could faintly hear someone in the prayer hall giving a loud and passionate speech, but the voice was vague and he couldn't make out what he was talking about.

Recalling the "Master Ner'zhul's spiritual lecture" mentioned on the previous billboard, Ezio Petrie was a little stunned for a moment:

Could it be that the leader of the "Scourge Legion" really occupied the magpie's nest and gave lectures and preached in the Holy Land?
Is there a mistake?You are still under the siege of the orc army, and you are still being beaten to death on the street outside!

——But no matter what, in this empty corridor, Ezio Petrie couldn't get any information from the room, not even whether the "Master Ner'zhul" who was looking for so hard was here to pray In the hall, he couldn't confirm it.

The only way is to go in and see for yourself.

However, it is definitely unrealistic to push the door and enter: this heavy wooden door will definitely make a loud noise, disturbing the occupying army in the prayer hall, and intending to assassinate the "Masyaf Squad" of "Master Ner'zhul" Assassins, it is even more impossible for them to make their debut from the main entrance.

Fortunately, the assassin has his own way to deal with this situation.

Ezio Petrie turned his head and gestured to the younger brothers behind him.

So, the assassins all folded their hands together and whispered a few spells like earth ninjas making seals.

The crazily surging black mist immediately gushed out from their eyes, mouths and noses, and slanted down like a waterfall, until everyone's body was completely enveloped in the shadow mist.

If there is an ordinary passerby passing by in the corridor at this time, he will be surprised to see that several orc assassins in hooded white robes who were standing there brightly before suddenly faded out of sight. no trace.

Of course, if you are an expert in shadow magic, you will definitely be able to recognize that the assassins are using the classic shadow magic "Shadow Stealth" recorded in "Shadow Magic Research"-this magic, a certain unknown at the beginning The good lord used it once when he led people to steal the unlucky "Flower of Abundance". Its function was to make the caster project himself into the shadow plane, thus walking between the boundary between reality and illusion.

However, this powerful effect is often simply used by some unscrupulous magicians as a wall-penetrating technique in practice: Throughout the history of Haiwen Continent, there are countless major flower-picking cases that have been carried out with the help of "Shadow Stealth". There are too many books to write.

The "Masyaf Squad", which studies shadow magic, is of course familiar with this extremely practical magic.

After leading the team members into the shadow plane, the reality of the entire Blood Temple spread out in the eyes of Ezio Petrie and the team of assassins, and the temple walls built of gold and solid stones also became Ethereal and translucent.

Ezio Petrie just glanced at it and confirmed the situation inside the "Nikulus Prayer Hall".

To his surprise, this prayer hall with three billboards to guide the way does not seem to be a trap:
On the red carpet in the middle of the hall, there were a lot of people sitting on the ground.Since they were all facing the direction of the podium and their backs were facing Ezio Petrie outside the door, they couldn't see their faces clearly.But only from the figure, Ezio Petrie can be sure that they are all orcs.

These orcs were all dressed in wide black hooded robes, with frosted rune long sword patterns painted on the back uniformly, which seemed to be quite strong in the style of necromancer magic.

If nothing else, these should be members of the so-called "Scourge Corps".Ezio Petrie thought to himself.

And the reason why this group of orcs in black hoods sat on the ground seemed to be to listen to lectures.

Yes, that's right, listen.

On the innermost podium of the prayer hall, there was an old orc with white beard and hair, speaking generously to the audience on the ground.Since he was on the Shadow Plane, Ezio Petrie couldn't hear what the old orc was saying, but he could still feel the speaker's excitement and strong appeal from his body language.

The mage's robe worn by the old orc, the skull staff on his back, and the gray ghostly magic power around him all made Ezio Petrie's heart tighten.

The master assassin of the "Masyaf Squad" bowed his body gently but extremely calmly, and led the team members slowly through the wall, using the Shadow Plane, and quietly sneaked into this place. "Nikulus Prayer Hall".

Their movements are extraordinarily light and cautious—the shadow magic is not the legendary "Extraordinary Edict" that can never be cracked or dispelled by the Holy Mage of the Empire. Any magic detection method may perceive the caster under the shelter of the shadow, or even High-ranking magicians are fully capable of bringing stalkers from the Shadow Plane back to the present world. "Even if there is shadow magic, be careful" is the motto of "Masyaf Squad".

To the great relief of the orc assassins, this "Nikulus Prayer Hall" obviously did not have any magic detection means, until they entered through the wall, the orc audience in the hall did not respond, and the podium The old orc in the mage robe also continued to speak impassionedly:
The Glorious Federation was originally a magical desert. Even if the "Scourge Legion" produced a powerful "Master Ner'zhul", it didn't mean that they had the leisure to lay magic countermeasures everywhere.

Ezio Petrie and his subordinates were obviously overly nervous about detecting magic.

After successfully passing through the wall, the assassins of the "Masyaf Squad" did not dare to delay at all, and immediately withdrew from the Shadow Plane: the existence of living creatures in the secondary plane is not stable, and walking in the Shadow Plane for a long time may cause Insanity, irritability, infertility and a series of malignant symptoms.

However, although they have withdrawn from the Shadow Plane, they are still under the shadow of the Shadow Veil.

Any onlookers present, unless they use detection magic, or possess magical beast abilities such as "Eye of True Sight", will not be able to see this group of invisible assassins—at most, they will think that the shadow of this place Somewhat bleak.

It was under the cover of this shadow curtain that the magic assassins of the "Masyaf Squad" easily took off the heads of countless imperial commanders on the battlefield in the Central Plains, and then retreated silently— It wasn't even until the next morning that the group of stupid humans would be horrified to find the officer lying in a pool of blood when reporting the military situation.

But today, what is waiting for Ezio Petrie to harvest is not even the commander of the empire, but a magician who is as fragile as bread.

The assassins of the "Masyaf Squad", maintaining their invisibility under the shadows, moved slowly along the wall of the prayer hall towards the minaret.

On the minaret, the passionate speech of the old orc in mage robes continued, and his old and vigorous voice echoed between the curved walls of the prayer hall, causing a buzzing echo;
Under the ministries, there was a large group of orc traitors from the "Scourge Legion". They looked up at the mentor on the podium full of admiration. shadow.

Ezio Petrie held his breath, and while moving towards the altar with cat-like light steps, he listened distractedly to the speech of the old orc on the podium.

The speech was in the common language of the Commonwealth, and the title seemed to be "I Have a Dream."

In his speech, the old orc in the mage robe fiercely criticized the war policy of the Glorious Federation, racial inequality, deception of the people and the top-level system. He enthusiastically called on all audiences to unite under the banner of the Scourge, With the help of the power of necromancer magic, return to the original and purest God of War belief.

"With the help of the power of necromancer magic, return to the belief in the God of War" - this is a topic that as long as you say it on the mainland of Haven, you will be immediately escorted to a religious sanatorium for treatment of mental illness:

The god of death is the god of death, and the god of war is the god of war. You don't have such a string of flavors, do you? !
But for some reason, the speech of the old orc in the mage robe seems to have an indescribable appeal and persuasive force—maybe it’s because of his vivid metaphors, maybe it’s because of those majestic parallels, or maybe it’s the "I dream of One day, the Burning Crystal Canyon rises, the Chilling Bone Mountains descend, the bloody battle line becomes smooth, and the light of the God of War shines brightly, covering the continent." The declaration was so exciting that halfway through hearing it, Ezio Petrie even faintly I felt like I was going to be persuaded by this mage-robed old orc!

However, he finally heard the key message he needed most:

Because, at the end of the speech, the old orc in mage robes surrounded by ghostly magic power, unsurprisingly, revealed his identity—he called on all the members of the Scourge present, and after him, "The leader of the Scourge, Under the guidance of "Master Aozu", embrace the glory of battle and go outside the temple to fight the evil besiegers for the final battle!

A sliver of understanding surged in Ezio Petrie's heart:
It seems that the long-term siege of "Pride of the God of War" has severely depleted the magic power and spirit of this "Master Ner'zhul".

Although the battle between the orc division and the zombie army continued on the Temple Street outside, it seemed that "Master Ner'zhul" who controlled all the zombies could not continue for a long time.

Since it was only the zombies who were already struggling, the leader of the desperate "Scourge Legion" obviously wanted to confuse the living under his command at this time, and went outside to fight to the death with the siege troops of "Pride of the God of War";

After all, this so-called "spiritual lecture" seems to be nothing more than a pre-war mobilization meeting for "Master Ner'zhul"!

Although there were still countless doubts hidden in his heart, the target that was right in front of him no longer allowed Ezio Petrie to think too much.

The demon instructor of the "Masyaf" team, his most respected mentor, Altaïr, once taught him to always trust the assassin's intuition at critical moments.

The old orc in the mage robe on the podium has already revealed his true body, and he is the assassination target of this trip, "Master Ner'zhul", and Ezio Petrie's assassin instinct is excitedly looking forward to a glorious assassination - a time in the A great show in public, right under the noses of all the Scourge traitors!
So, Ezio Petrie no longer hesitated.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, and under the cover of the veil of shadows, he first took two steps toward the minaret, then took two steps, and finally ran wildly. Like a preying white snow leopard, it rushed towards the old orc in the mage robe on the podium!
Press and hold "Master Ner'zhul", seal his throat with a dagger, and then quietly disappear into the shadows in front of the uproarious audience, and even bow gracefully before leaving the stage!
This knife will not only end the life of "Master Ner'zhul", but also cut off the last trace of will of this group of rebels!
When he soared into the sky, Ezio Petrie had already planned all the subsequent scenes in his heart!
And the subsequent development seems to be exactly the same as the orc master assassin's idea.

A living man wearing a white robe suddenly appeared from the void. Master Ner'zhul, who was making a speech, had no time to react, and was thrown down by Ezio Petrie with a scream on the ground;
Ezio Petri raised the dagger in his hand, like thunder cracking the ground, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, like raging waves crashing on the shore, like flying swallows chasing the wind, without mercy, without hesitation, without hindrance, he smashed the sharp front Blade, pierced Master Ner'zhul's fragile throat.

The moment the blade pierced the old orc's skin, Ezio Petrie suddenly felt something strange.

In his life, he has harvested so many lives that he is too familiar with the sweet touch when steel and flesh are intertwined;
But this time—something wasn't quite right.

Immediately afterwards, there was also a sense of discord visually: where the old orc's skin was broken, where the cold light of the blade disappeared, there was no bright red plasma blooming like a rose——

——Instead, from that fatal wound, there was an ominous gray air gushing out.

Ezio Petrie was stunned for a tenth of a second, then raised his head with a guess that he was most unwilling to admit.

Under the ministries, all the orc audience in black robes were looking up at him, at the white-clothed assassin riding on "Master Ner'zhul" and holding a dagger in his hand.

There is no confusion.

There was no uproar.

Not even a single orc stood up.

Witnessing the brutal assassination of the "spiritual mentor" and "legion leader", these "members of the Scourge" didn't even respond. They just raised their heads and silently stared at Ezio Petrie on the minaret.

With their gray eyes.

Ezio Petrie heard that the last words spoken by "Master Ner'zhul" before his "death" were still echoing in the prayer hall.

That sentence is:

"Let the voice of freedom ring out from the Blood Temple in Bloodthorn City!"

A great rune sword slashed down on his head.

……

Outside the Temple of Blood, at the other end of Temple Avenue.

General Durst Lone Stone looked anxiously at the situation on the street.

Just now, another group charge of the "Pride of the God of War" division was once again repelled by the zombie shamans and zombie soldiers guarding the temple. In just ten days, the golden temple street was dyed for the second time There was a river of blood.

Originally, the frontal battlefield was just a feint attack, and General Durst Lone Stone didn't even think that he could complete his achievements in one battle. Facing the intensive war song firepower of the zombie shaman, temporarily retreating and preserving his strength was the correct answer.

What really disturbed General Durst Lone Stone was that there was no news about the "Masyaf Squad", which was the ultimate move in this campaign.

Ever since the figures of the orc assassins disappeared into the window of the Blood Temple, they disappeared from the sight of "Pride of the God of War" like nothing.

Until now, Durst Gushi didn't know whether the "Master Ner'zhul" who killed a thousand swords had his neck wiped by the assassins?
——From the perspective of the "lively" zombies on the street, probably not.

Gritting his teeth tightly, General Durst Lone Stone walked back and forth a few times with his hands behind his back, and was about to give an order when he suddenly heard a deafening roar.

Then, he saw that the "Pride of the God of War" infantry who were regrouping on Temple Street were swallowed by a huge fireball.

The thinking of General Durst Lone Stone stopped working in an instant:
Fireball?how come?Isn't Zombie Shaman using Warsong of Thunder?

Then, he heard the scream of the adjutant:

"General! It's not good! A group of human cavalry broke in from outside the city, they! They snatched the 'Flesh and Blood' chariot!"

General Durst Lone Stone, whose mind went blank for a moment, opened his mouth.

He didn't say anything.

Because, a huge figure in white clothes and a hood suddenly emerged from nothingness.

Ezio Petrie cut the throat of General Durst Lone Stone with a single knife, then raised his head, and with his gray eyeballs, he looked at the astonished and speechless adjutants and staff officers around him.

Then, he bowed gracefully, and calmly disappeared into the shadows again.

Only General Durst Lone Stone was left, lying alone in a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)