"By the way, why did you come to see me?" At this moment, Wharton finally turned to the topic.
"Father!" Tommy said anxiously, "I... I met Ron! The Ron who is wanted by the Holy See..."
"Ron?" Wharton asked, still expressionless, "So what?"
In fact, he had already received the news.
"He beat Omega!"
"What?" The expression on Wharton's face finally changed at this time, "Ron defeated Omega, how is it possible?"
After listening to Tommy's story, Wharton felt that the situation was serious, and defeated Omega, which meant that Ron already had the strength of a division-level strongman.
"Father, Diallo didn't kill Ron at all, he lied..." Tommy said angrily.
Wharton's face darkened, and he said, "There's no need for Diallo to panic!"
Wharton still admires Diallo for completing this task with his life. After all, he is also his right-hand man. Maybe he doesn't have time to check whether Ron is really dead.
Seeing his father's unkind expression, Tommy was too frightened to speak.
Wharton's face softened a little, he paused and said, "If there is nothing else, it's fine, I'm going to see His Excellency the Pope..."
Saying that, he ignored Tommy again, turned around and strode out.
The short conversation ended like this, leaving Tommy blank.
…
Holy Roman Empire, Mount Hyjal.
In hot summer, the top and foot of the snow-covered Mount Hyjal are two different worlds, but the top of the mountain is not a place that ordinary people can go to.
The Temple of the Oracle is located at the highest peak of Mount Hyjal. According to legend, the Temple of the Oracle can communicate with God, and the Pope is the spokesperson of God in the world.
The Pope is over one hundred and fifty years old. At this age, he is relatively old among the strong men in the sanctuary. The strong man in the sanctuary can prolong his life, but it does not mean that he is immortal. At this time, the Pope has already His head was full of white hair, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as a knife. Maybe he can restore his youthful appearance in a special way, but it's just the appearance, and it's not necessary for him at all.
A long bright red robe, with noble snow fox fur on both sides of the collar, and a red golden crown on his head. Ernst, the Pope of the Holy See, is the only existence in the legend who can communicate with the gods.
Ernst didn't seem to be in a good mood at this time, and there was a thick copybook on his desk.
"Clatter—"
A gust of wind blew, and the copy was blown away by the wind, revealing the densely packed characters inside.
Name: Ron
Sex: Male
Age: 17 years old
Occupation: Necromancer
…
Turning around slightly, looking at the delicate font on the copy, the wrinkles on Ernst's face deepened.
"Boom boom boom—"
At this time, the sound of empty footsteps came from outside the Temple of Divine Metaphor. Ernst raised his head and glanced outside, with a slight smile on his lips.
"My lord pope!"
It was Wharton who came. He walked up to the Pope and gave a deep salute. Wearing light armor, he was extraordinarily energetic today. His long golden hair was combed neatly, and his brows were lowered. Show respect for the Pope.
"Wharton, you're here!"
A smile appeared on Pope Ernst's old face.
"Yes, His Excellency the Pope, what are your orders for summoning me urgently!" Wharton straightened up slightly and said.
"Look over the copywriting on the table!" Pope Ernst did not directly state the purpose, but let him read it by himself.
Wharton's eyes gradually moved down to the table, where the paperwork had been blown open by the wind.
His gaze narrowed slightly, and Wharton took a deep breath, "I already know!"
"Oh?" Ernst was a little surprised, "Tell me what you think!"
"I don't have any idea! This heresy, just kill him..." Wharton said without blinking.
"Hehe!" Ernst smiled slightly, his face suddenly became serious, "Why didn't you do it before then?"
Ernst's words caused Wharton to choke. He sent Diallo, the most powerful of his men, to assassinate Ron. Unfortunately, Diallo sent back false news, and he was very careless, so he didn't send anyone to verify it. .
But in the final analysis, he was responsible for this matter, and he couldn't shirk his responsibility.
Pope Ernst's remark made Wharton speechless, and he could only remain silent.
"I didn't mean to target anyone, and I didn't plan to pursue your fault..." At this time, Ernst calmed down, and said quietly, "Wharton, I'm reminding you that this necromancer named Ron, the strength He is making rapid progress, and now his strength has reached the division level. According to the description in ancient documents, he is now a necromancer... "
"Further down is the great magister of the undead, the holy magister of the undead, what shall we do then?" Ernst's face gradually became serious, "Wharton, I have to let you know that the necromancer is an extremely terrifying His profession may be relatively weak at the beginning, but as his strength advances, his combat effectiveness will become stronger and stronger. In the later stage, I am afraid that we will no longer be his opponents... "
Ernst's eyes turned slowly, "At that time, you and I will be sinners of the Holy See..."
Wharton was sweating profusely when he heard this, and said anxiously, "My lord, this..."
Wharton settled down, "Why, why does the Holy See pay so much attention to Ron, he is just a necromancer!"
"This is our mission!" Ernst raised his voice.
"It is indeed the glorious mission of our holy Holy See to eliminate heresies like undead magic, but why does the Holy See have this mission, or where does this mission come from?" Wharton asked.
"I know something about this!" Ernst calmed down and said.
He sighed slightly, "Speaking of which, the entanglement between our Holy See and undead magic dates back a hundred thousand years ago."
"One hundred thousand years ago? Omros Continent?" Wharton was surprised.
"Yes!" Ernst nodded, "One hundred thousand years ago, countless professions such as necromancers, death knights, necromancers, and shadow assassins were born in Omros Continent. The entire continent, even the elves, orcs, and Warcraft clans in the most powerful period had to bow their heads to them, and the name of this force is called the Scourge Church... "
"I know this!" Wharton nodded and said, "I've seen some related things, but hasn't the Church of Scourge disappeared?"
"Hehe!" Ernst's face was full of smiles, "Then do you know how the Scourge Church disappeared?"
"It is said that these heresies were exterminated by our Holy See. According to historical records, the Holy See launched a holy war and wiped out the Scourge Church in one fell swoop!" Wharton said.
"Wrong!" Pope Ernst shook his head. "Our Holy See was just established 100,000 years ago, and its strength is not enough to compare with the Scourge Church. At that time, the Scourge Church was so powerful that it was suffocating."
"Then what?" Wharton was surprised when he heard it, and his heart moved. Could it be that everything he knew all along was wrong
"The jihad was indeed initiated by the Holy See. However, it is not only our power to destroy the Scourge Church. Our power simply cannot reach this level. We have united the forces of the orcs, elves, and monsters to carry out the jihad. It can be said At that time, almost all the power of the whole continent was gathered at that time to make the catastrophe church disappear, and this process lasted for a full hundred years, so there is another name for the holy war, called the century-old holy war... "
Pope Ernst's eyes were full of sadness, "Humans, orcs, elves, and monsters formed a powerful coalition and marched towards the core of the Scourge Church - Undercity. Along the way, countless countries were destroyed. These countries are under the control of the Scourge Church. At the same time, the coalition forces also suffered great losses, countless elite powerhouses fell, many powerhouses held the idea of perishing with the powerhouses of the Scourge Church, and tried their best to consume the vitality of the Scourge Church... "
"In the end, the elite strength of the Scourge Church was exhausted, and the coalition forces won the final victory!"
Wharton was short of breath. He had never heard what Ernst said before.
Wharton calmed down, calmed down his nervousness, and said in a hoarse voice, "So, our Holy See has set this mission to destroy the necromancers desperately, so as to prevent them from rising again!"
Ernst shook his head, "Wharton, you are wrong again!"
"The rise and fall of each force is a specific process. No one can remain strong forever, and we have no intention of preventing them from rising again!"
Wharton was startled, "Then what?"
Ernst sighed, "At that time, Antonio, the first Pope of our Holy See, made an unexpected decision when he destroyed the Church of Scourge—" Ernst paused at this point.
"His Majesty Antonio decided to hunt down undead professions throughout the continent of Omros. With this order, countless undead professions were killed. Among them, the most powerful necromancer was slaughtered..."
"So what? The heretic must be executed!" Wharton said seriously.
Ernst smiled slightly and said, "Do you know how many undead professions there were in Omros at that time? Let me tell you, the human population of the entire Omros continent dropped by three-fifths..."
"What?" Wharton was completely stunned. Three-fifths of the population is such a huge number. Wharton can't imagine that after three-fifths of the population of Noah Continent is reduced, it will become what it looks like.
"More importantly, His Majesty Antonio also ordered the destruction of all books related to the Scourge Church and undead magic, not to mention training notes. Even a novel that slightly mentioned the Scourge Church or undead magic was mercilessly destroyed. Destruction, and this process lasted for a full hundred years before everything related to the Scourge Church was wiped out, including all inherited memories... "
"Wharton, do you understand now?"
At this moment, Ernst turned around abruptly, staring at Wharton like a sharp sword, "The relationship between us and the Scourge Church is not a process of ebb and flow, but a mortal hatred, this hatred, It has lasted for a hundred thousand years until now... "