Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

At this moment, Tong Yao and Shelley raised their heads at the same time and looked at the smiling priest.

"Shelley, help me out."

Same request, different response.

Shelley supported the dying priest, and under the gaze of God, the two of them walked through the grand temple and into the flames.

37 Final Advice

Compared to the constant shouting and cursing just now, the noise outside the temple was much quieter at this time.

But this does not mean that the conflict has been resolved. This is just the last bit of calm before the volcanic eruption.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

The reason why the two sides did not take action immediately was that such a conflict had never broken out in the Ancestral Orc Tribe before.

Although a vicious incident such as the assassination of the first king had occurred in the tribe a year ago, it was an accident after all. After the assassination, the murderer went crazy because of guilt.

Whether for the angry civilians or for the frightened Hedi, what happened tonight was the first time in history, and they had no cases to learn from.

Once the fight starts, how do you clean up the mess?

Nobody knows.

It is precisely because of this consideration that the two parties in the confrontation have been reluctant to take action.

But this balance is ultimately fragile and will explode immediately at the slightest spark.

Does the future of the tribe really matter?

At least it doesn’t matter to those who instigated the rebellion. What matters is that only when Hedi dies can they survive!

One of them stood up and "indignantly" dragged the priest out to stir up trouble.

“Hedi, without those miracles, you would be a useless waste! You are not as good as the First King, and you are not as good as the priests. I think you are also very clear about this, otherwise why would you kill the priests out of jealousy!”

It raised the stone spear in its hand and roared loudly.

priest.

As soon as this name came out, the fragile balance was immediately broken.

Yes, the priest. Just now, the great priest who led the tribe forward together with the first king died at the hands of the tyrant Hedi!

"Revenge for the priest!"

"Down with Hedi!"

The enraged civilians no longer held back and rushed towards the weak defense line of the guards.

Hedi was so angry that he laughed.

Is it a piece of crap that only relies on miracles?

How can it be!

It is inferior to the priests, and it is jealous of the priests?

This is even more impossible!

"Good, very good, all of you lowly people who blasphemed the king must die!"

In its rage, it ignites the fire of courage contained in the Ring of First Fire.

The scorching flames lit up half the sky and were about to fall on the crowded crowd.

At this moment, an old and weak voice floated out from the temple.

"Stop it, Hedi, do you want your father to be disgraced after his death?"

The switch of time seemed to be stopped at this moment. Even those who were fighting stopped and looked at the priest who appeared at the door of the temple with the support of Shelley.

"Master...Priest, are you still alive?"

"This is how the same thing?"

Some people clenched their fists.

Some people were shocked.

Some people were delighted.

But more people are still uneasy.

The priest was in very bad condition. His whole body was pale, and his hands and feet were shaking due to the pain. But his eyes were still as firm as usual.

How can I not be firm?

Being supported by Shelley and walking out of the temple, it was not walking on those heavy stone slabs, but its entire life.

When it was very young, it was brought into the temple by its parents.

When it grew up, it became a priest, walking on the stone slabs of the temple day after day.

The stone slabs of the temple record the ups and downs that the temple has experienced, as well as its entire life, a life in which it watched in the temple as the tribe was built better and better by the first king and those who supported him.

It has never spoken to anyone, but its love for the tribe is no less than its reverence for God.

It was unwilling and unable to watch the tribe it loved fall apart before it, especially when the people who caused it all were its children and the children of the First King.

How sad would that be?

Hedi turned around.

It looked the priest and Shelley up and down.

Once upon a time, their relationship was so good, but under the passage of time, everything is gone.

"I brought shame to my father? The one who brought shame to my father is you. You became a priest because of your father's fame, but you always oppose the king. How dare you blame me?"

The priest shook his head and said, "Heddy, your admiration and hatred for your father have blinded you. He is the only one in your eyes, and you can no longer see anyone else. You long for his recognition, and you hate him for leaving you suddenly before he could see your growth. That's why you want to do everything you can to surpass him."

It moved forward tremblingly, getting closer and closer to Hedi.

At this moment, Hedi felt like he was being cut open and roasted over a fire.

"Old man, what are you talking about? Do you really think I dare not burn you to death? I am the king, and I have the power to punish rebellion!"

It waved the flames in its hands angrily.

But such actions did not scare away the priests.

Still the priest moved forward, still shaking his head.

Hedi became more and more agitated. He glared at the priest, but it was no use. He then glared at Shelley who was supporting the priest. However, Shelley, who used to be frightened by him, lowered her head and did not look at him at all.

It suddenly realized that it could do nothing, even though it was the king above all others.

It retreated, with nowhere to retreat.

It could only watch helplessly as the priest walked in front of it and collided with the flames bursting out from the Ring of First Fire.

Wow!

Hedi looked away.

However, the expected tragedy did not happen. When it turned its head back, it only saw the raging flames passing through the priest's body, but did not cause any harm to the priest.

"!"

"Because this is the flame of the First King. The First King's love for the tribe was so deep that he even transformed into the First Fire Ring after his death. How could such a flame harm its subjects?"

The priest said with difficulty.

Because it believes, it dares to try.

Hedi felt like his throat was being strangled and he couldn't even breathe.

It felt terrified, not because the Ring of First Fire could not be used against the Ancestral Orcs, but because it discovered that its understanding of its father was not as good as that of an outsider!

Obviously, the First Fire Ring left by my father is in its body. Obviously, it is the one who has been with my father the longest besides my mother. Obviously, it is the one who sits in the same position as my father. Obviously...

However, there are not so many ifs.

"Hedi, you were not like this in the past. You were the eldest son of the first king, you were a famous strongman, you defeated wild beasts and saved your companions. You blamed your sister, but in the end you still defended her again and again."

"You should have been a qualified heir to the throne, but because of my existence, you began to become extreme."

"Hedi, once the rift is created, it will be difficult to mend it. I am about to die. I hope that after I die, your knot in your heart can be untied."

"Hedi, in fact, your father has always recognized you. If it didn't recognize you, how could the First Fire Ring it transformed into be integrated into your body?"

"Hedi, I can no longer watch the development of this tribe that I love so much. You may find me nagging and annoying, but I still want to give you one last piece of advice. In the future, no matter what you do, think about your past self."

At the end of his speech, the priest's voice became lower and lower, until he suddenly fell to the ground with Shelley's support.

This fall was like an earthquake.

"Master Priest, Master Priest!"

Shelley was the first to scream.

Then, the people surrounding him, including the guards, all rushed forward screaming.

They were panic-stricken and terrified. They huddled together, and no one cared even when Hedi was forced to kneel on the ground.

"Master Priest!"

The crying voice cut through the long night.

The priest felt the sound was getting farther and farther away, his body was getting lighter and lighter, and his vision was getting blurrier.

Finally, when it opened its eyes again, it saw a familiar face——

Anser.

Anser is still as young and energetic as he was when he protected it from the lightning.

"My friend, are you here to pick me up? I'm sorry I failed to educate Hedi well."

"No, you've done a good job."

When their hands were clasped together, the priest closed his eyes completely.

The end of the past always comes so suddenly.

The King's Epic sings:

Antoine, the first king’s closest comrade-in-arms, God’s most loyal believer, the eternal wise man, and our first priest!

38 The Lonely King

After the death of the first king and those respected elders, the priest also closed his eyes forever.

At this point, the older generation who had led the original orc tribe with their wisdom and courage have all fallen asleep.

Ten years.

For humans, that’s a long time.

For the Ancestral Orcs, whose lifespan is only in their twenties to thirties, it is even longer.

Priests, not just priests.

It is the leader of the tribe, the most devout believer of the God of Creation, and a kind old man.

Most of the ancestral orcs who appeared outside the temple still remembered that when they were young, when they were confused, when they were sad, and when they had conflicts with their families, there was always a kind elder in the temple who listened to them quietly and patted their shoulders with his warm big hands.

But now all of this is gone.

No matter how beautiful the memories are, they are just memories and cannot be retrieved.

What made everyone feel even more painful was that when they thought the priest was dead, the priest walked out of the temple. When they thought the priest was getting better, the priest fell asleep in front of everyone.

This is sadder than sadness.

Wailing and crying filled the night.

At this moment, no one cared about the tyrant Hedi who fell to the ground with a confused look on his face.

The crowd carefully carried the priest into the temple. Deep down, they were longing for the God to see the passing of His most devout believer, even for just a glance.

It was a sleepless night.