"What? Impossible!" Diallo had a look of disbelief on his face, "Is what you said true?"
"it is true!"
It was not the Griffon captain who answered, but Wharton, the commander of the Holy Crusade, and he nodded expressionlessly, "It's true, the ancient necromancer is so powerful, his weird and terrifying necromancer magic and endless The means of attack make you hard to guard against!"
As he spoke, Wharton slowly raised his head, "One hundred thousand years ago, the Holy See was just a small force, but the necromancers who practiced undead magic were already the largest force on the mainland. His name is—Church of Scourge!"
Diallo took a breath and asked, "So, the legend of the necromancer is true? My lord, where did these news come from?"
Wharton paused, "The secret library of Mount Hyjal, before setting out, I went in and searched for books and information about undead magic..."
"Kung fu pays off. I finally found these books. It is recorded in the fifth volume of the ancient scrolls. One hundred thousand years ago, the mainland was ruled by the Scourge Church of the undead lineage. As they became more and more unpopular, This made the entire continent angry and resentful, so the Holy See took the lead in rebelling and sounded the horn of 'jihad', and the war was about to break out... "
"The war lasted seven years, the Holy See finally defeated the Scourge Church, and the mainland ended the reign of darkness and finally returned to light..."
Everyone listened quietly without taking a breath. There was no chance for them to hear such a secret in their position.
Wharton's gaze swept over everyone's faces slowly, and said in a low voice, "Do you think that the gap between the human race and the orcs, elves, and monsters is too great?"
No one answered, their answers were all written on their faces. Compared to humans, the elves and orcs are much stronger. For example, the orcs living in the alpine region have many times stronger physical fitness than humans. A two-year-old orc child can already beat an ordinary adult human to the ground. As long as the orc is an adult, he does not need to practice much, and he is already a qualified fighter. Skills, strong physical fitness and powerful combat skills, the strength of orcs is much higher than that of humans at the same level, let alone elves, whose super magical talent makes humans hard to come by.
Wharton smiled slightly, "According to the five records of the Elder Scrolls, it was this Scourge Church that oppressed the orcs, elves, and monsters 100,000 years ago. At that time, no one dared to disobey the order of the Scourge Church! The words of the Scourge Church are the will!"
Everyone took a breath when they heard this. How powerful would it take for a human force to suppress the orcs, elves, and monsters, and make them obey orders
Orcs, elves, and monsters are born with innate talents. They were naturally high-level races a hundred thousand years ago.
What is a higher race? It is the comparison of the strengths of various races in the same period. The stronger the race, the more advanced it is. Under the same conditions, a ten-year-old human boy cannot beat a ten-year-old orc boy. This is the natural advantage of the race. The inferior race of human beings is incomparable.
Generally speaking, the Warcraft family has the highest talent, followed by elves, then orcs, and the lowest is humans. It can be said that humans with weak bodies and average elemental affinity have no natural advantages at all. In comparison, the advantages of those higher races more prominent.
In the period of the Scourge Church 100,000 years ago, the lower races of humans actually suppressed the higher races of monsters, elves, and orcs. What kind of world is this
Suppression is a word that cannot be used indiscriminately. In this world where strength is the most important thing, there is no such thing as considerable strength. How can you talk about suppression? It’s fine if you don’t get wiped out. From the perspective of ordinary human beings today, there is no human race that has any advantages at birth. It is simply impossible to do this.
A thought flashed through everyone's minds, "Could it be that the human race a hundred thousand years ago was also a higher race?"
After Wharton finished speaking, everyone fell into silence, deeply shocked to hear this.
"Hehe! What are you worried about?" After a long silence, Diallo actually laughed, but his smile was a bit forced, "Even if the undead magic is as powerful as the Scourge Church, isn't it wiped out by our Holy See? ?”
Diallo said with a smile, "Doesn't this also prove from the side that our Holy See is more powerful than the Scourge Church!"
When Diallo said something, everyone listened to their ears and felt relieved. After all, necromancers are their enemies, and no matter who they are, they will not feel comfortable hearing that their enemies are strong.
Diallo looked at Wharton, as if asking for his opinion. Wharton thought about it and sighed, "Diallo, what you said is not unreasonable, but in the records of the ancient scrolls, many The words are vague, whether these things are facts, or what happened at that time, there is no way to verify, I have been thinking, is there such a powerful existence in the history of our Holy See?"
Wharton shook his head, "Even in the heyday of our Holy See, we are only on par with the higher races, and far inferior to the period of the Scourge Church!"
"Uh! This!" Diallo's tone became hesitant, "Maybe our ancestors were too strong, and we as the younger generations are not up to date! It is said that our human strength has weakened a lot compared to the ancient times!"
Wharton shook his head, waved his hands and said, "Let's not talk about this, no matter how powerful the Scourge Church and the undead magic are, they can't change the fact that they are heretics, the embodiment of evil, and they stand on the opposite side of justice. Doomed to perish!"
Wharton's eyes flashed with brilliance, "No matter where he escapes, he will be destroyed by us both mentally and physically. This is our task and our mission!"
The words made everyone's blood boil, everyone put their hands on their chests, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly, "Jin complies with the orders of Lord Jin..."
Wharton waved his hand, took a deep breath, and dropped it suddenly, "Let's go!"
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The green grass is secluded and the cool breeze is blowing. After the severe winter, the earth is full of vitality again. At a glance, it is full of spring scenes.
Among the green grass, a simple building suddenly appeared.
Mercenary station!
The mercenary station is a place for mercenaries to rest and eat when they go out. They are usually on the only way between cities. When mercenaries see such a building, they feel like they have found home.
Indeed, the mercenaries who have been wandering for many years have no fixed place to live, and the mercenary station can be said to be a warm home for the mercenaries.
There is everything they want here, exquisite food, comfortable big beds, and beautiful women.
"Let's take a rest here!" After walking for a long time, Ron was tired, thirsty and hungry, and when he saw a tavern-like place in front of him, a smile appeared on his face, and he felt relieved.
As soon as Ron walked in, a pungent smell of sweat wafted over. He took a closer look and found that the simple dozen tables inside were almost full of people. It seems that this simple and dangerous tavern has a good business, Luo En thought to herself.
The seats on the first floor were already full, so Ron found a seat on the second floor and sat down. Not long after, a waiter came up to him and said with a smile on his face, "Hi sir, this is the mercenary station. What would you like to order?"
Ron ordered a few things casually, and the waiter wrote them down one by one, before saying after a while, "Sir, Chenghui five gold coins!"
"Ha! So expensive?" Ron was taken aback by the price quoted by the waiter. As far as he knew, those things were only worth a few silver coins.
Ron felt a little heartbroken, and immediately asked, "This... can the price be cheaper?"
The waiter had a professional smile on his face, "I'm sorry, sir, the price of our mercenary station is uniform across the continent!"
"That's it!" Ron nodded helplessly and dropped five gold coins.
"Okay, sir, please take out the mercenary medal and register it!" The waiter took the money and said with a smile.
"Uh, do you need this thing for a meal?" Ron's eyes widened, with an incredulous expression on his face, he shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't have this thing!"
"Oh, so sir is not a mercenary!" The waiter immediately turned cold when he heard this, and he said stiffly, "Then I'm sorry, sir, according to the relevant regulations of our mercenary trade union, non-mercenary people can dine at the mercenary stand. All fees will be doubled, that is to say, sir, you need to pay ten gold coins!"
"What? There is a price increase?" Ron almost jumped up when he heard it. Five gold coins are already too expensive. This is simply stealing money!
These ten or twenty gold coins were nothing to some mercenaries, and Ron could afford them, but he was used to frugality, and he couldn't bear to split a gold coin in half.
The waiter's face turned cold, and he said firmly, "Sir, this is the rule of our mercenary union. After all, our mercenary station only serves mercenaries. Out of humanitarian considerations, we also Accept non-mercenaries to spend here, but the price is twice as expensive, sir, if you don't plan to eat here, please leave!"
The movement here attracted the attention of the surrounding mercenaries. When they saw the waiter at the mercenary station arguing with a non-mercenary, they glanced over threateningly.
"Okay! I'll give it!" Ron had no choice but to take out ten gold coins from the interspatial bag and throw them on the table. At this moment, he was full of hunger, no matter how expensive it was, he had to pinch his nose to recognize it.
Even after collecting the money, the waiter's eyes were still cold, completely different from the enthusiastic look just now. Ever since he knew he was not a mercenary, the waiter hadn't given him a good look.
"Tch, what's the big deal, isn't it just a mercenary? Sometimes I also do a few things to become a mercenary!" Seeing the back of the waiter going away, Ron said indignantly.
At this time, an old voice entered his ears.
"Brother, please do me a favor and give me some money!"