My World of Warcraft RPG System

Chapter 142 Suspicion
"Wilson Hepsteds, and your orc friends. Oh, and those guys who helped you escape," Mazarion said with a big laugh standing in front of countless soldiers, "You have nowhere to escape No. The dirty and lowly red-skinned orc dared to kill the priest of the hunting god."

"You are surrounded. Now—"

"Believers of the God of Hunting, He is watching us! Go, inflict despair and pain on the heathen, and dedicate your blood and soul to my lord!"

After the words fell, the soldiers rushed towards the center of the encirclement with fanaticism in their eyes.

What greeted them was some sparse arrows and shields.Although the arrows are a bit sparse, each arrow can cause casualties to believers.

Finally, after suffering great casualties, several believers rushed to the front of the formation.

What greeted them was a terrifying red-skinned monster.

Yesterday, I picked up a spear and swept across. The huge force directly cut off a group of soldiers.However, a soldier's speed suddenly accelerated, took out a dagger from his arms, and rushed to yesterday in an instant.

Yesterday he didn't care, because he knew that someone would help him keep the gap.

as expected.A bright light flashed, and a refined iron dagger was inserted into the neck of the soldier.The soldier fell down slowly with unwillingness and fanaticism.

"Tsk, faith is such a troublesome thing." Wilson scolded, "Aren't these lunatics afraid of death? Or do they really believe that the damn evil god will bring them into the Kingdom of God to enjoy their blessings after they die?"

"I think the latter are mostly." Throwing the spear yesterday, the huge force directly punched a hole in the soldiers' team: "However, at least our enemies can see and touch, it's better than facing those weird things .”

Although the God of Hunting is an evil god, in terms of the degree of perversion, it really disgraces the evil god circle...

If you look at other evil gods, they all have tentacles, ghosts, undead demons, and then look at the God of Hunting, who can do nothing but kill people, the difference is clear at a glance.

It's similar to the calamity wolf god, but somewhat better than the calamity wolf god, a super spicy chicken in a narrow sense to a certain race.

The soldiers kept charging and dying, but Masarion still stood still, as if he didn't know that these ordinary soldiers couldn't kill Yesterday and the others.

"Orc, your talent is very high. The God of Hunting favors you." Mazarion said suddenly: "As long as you kill your companions, the God of Hunting allows you to become his priest."

"No... the God of Hunting said that you can become his son."

Speaking of this, a trace of jealousy appeared on Mazarion's face.

Who wouldn’t want to be the Son of God?So what if he is an evil god, he is still the Son of God, a Son of God whom the powerful forces work hard to protect and support!

Even if you worship the evil god, as long as the evil god does not fall, nothing will happen to the Son of God.

It is equivalent to becoming a father, directly becoming the father of the whole church.

When I heard this sentence yesterday, my ugly face twitched.If others don't know, doesn't he know it himself?
blue talent.Even with the tough character bonus, it can reach purple at most.It's okay to be a genius, but it's too much to say that it's a child of God.

Without genuine purple and orange talents, he can't hold his head high in the Shenzi circle.

Thinking about it again, ordinary cults go to the great empire to cause trouble, or directly spread across several large kingdoms. It seems that the Church of Hunting now controls at most one kingdom of Grimes, so I don’t know if it can be successful...

It's all mixed up like this, and it's a hammer, the future is gloomy.

Seeing the change in his face yesterday, Mazarion also coughed twice.

"He has just become a god, and he has not had time to form a force in the future. Joining the Hunting Church now is an excellent opportunity. Orcs, don't be ignorant of flattery, otherwise, you and your friends... Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Don't join, I'm fierce, I'm threatening you, I'm a pervert, come and hit me!
Although Massarion spoke fiercely and smiled like a pervert, his heart was filled with bitterness.Just after offending someone, he will turn around and become the immediate boss, who the hell can bear that.

If it wasn't for the boss at the top speaking directly, your head would be blown off.

This is also the tragedy of cultists, there is no such thing as affection.Do I do my best for the church and work hard for hundreds of years?
Sorry, my little brother is talented.

Have I sweated and spilled blood for the organization?

Sorry, my little brother is talented.

Do I believe in God wholeheartedly and pray with all my heart every day?

Sorry, my little brother is talented.

For Massarion, he was really afraid of something.The more afraid that the damned orc agreed to retaliate against him, the more frightening things would happen.After switching between countless churches of evil gods, at least he has been a cult member for hundreds of years, and Mazarion has seen this kind of routine countless times. 90.00% of the time, one of the parties has to be killed.

Either side can be killed. After all, one side has an obvious advantage, and the other side has rich experience, and can use some unwritten rules to plot against the other side, which is considered evenly matched.But, 50.00% mortality rate!
Just because the head is hot, he has a 50.00% chance of dying in the hands of the opponent, even if he completes the task very well.

"Your words are serious? I want to think about it." Yesterday, with a serious face, he said: "Stop first."

When Mazarion heard this, a few drops of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.The critical time has come.

Whether he can get rid of this 50.00% mortality rate depends on whether he can "scramble" this matter.Punishment after the event will definitely not escape, but it is better than just letting a life-and-death enemy climb on his head.

"No! What if you are stalling for time and recovering your strength?" Mazarion refused without thinking.In any case, there is nothing wrong with refuting the other party's request.

I am a pervert, I am against you, the whole church is full of people like me, it must be hard for you to come, hurry up!
"Stamina? Without unlimited magic power, who can use up his physical strength?" He retorted yesterday: "We need time to think about it. After all, this is a choice that can affect a lifetime."

"No..." Masarion was about to refuse, but his expression changed suddenly: "Okay. I'll give you half an hour to think about it."

He didn't want to agree, but the big boss spoke again.

As a character who looks like a thigh but is actually a younger brother, what can he do?He is also very desperate!

Spicy chicken cult, ruin my youth!
Of course he didn't know about Mazarion's mental activities yesterday, but he was no stranger to such things since he had lived in the shadows since he was a child.The so-called distinction between good and evil is nothing more than order and chaos.The righteous ones have order and rules, and are relatively more complicated, while cults are easy to understand.

If it is useful, you are the father, if it is useless, you are the grandson.

Just looking at Mazarion's performance, he already understood what he was thinking yesterday.

Thinking of this, my heart moved yesterday.

It seems... there is something wrong?

(End of this chapter)