The brave man opened the coffin and rose

The greatest influence of the racial god on any race is that of the orcs.

The one-eyed god, Gruumsh, created the orcs.

This is different from the way the Lord of the Nine Hells used contracts to drag the people of the North into hell, cleansed their blood through rituals, and injected the essence of the Nine Hells, in order to obtain a large number of tieflings in a short period of time, and eventually elevate himself to the status of a racial god.

Geumsh's creation is real creation.

He has put a lot of effort into it, but unfortunately, such a god has a very manic and violent nature.

Many orcs hear Gruumsh's whispers in their dreams, calling on them to free themselves.

When the orcs were raging and fighting, they could feel the ecstasy from Gruumsh.

Unlike any other creature, which has more or less fear, trembling and disgust towards battle and death, the orcs have no such emotions at all. They are the projection of the bloodless and tearless one-eyed god in the world.

Orcs are not born evil, but the shadow of their racial god always lurks in their hearts.

Many orcs chose to accept it, but many orcs also learned to resist.

They suppressed their emotions and even refused all kinds of physical satisfaction, such as laughing and eating, wrestling, fighting, wild and high-speed dancing.

It can be said that, as long as they control themselves, behind the orcs' irritable character lies gloominess and alertness. They are philosophers who are good at thinking, and they have good eloquence, but are too proud to talk to vulgar or damned people.

Next to Sister Agatha, there is an orc woman named Suta, who has such self-control and does not think about being brave and aggressive all day long.

After listening to Sister Agatha's introduction, Abes looked at the tall green-skinned woman in front of him with great curiosity.

Although his jaw protrudes slightly, his muscles are not that alarming. It can be seen that he is indeed a fat orc who is addicted to a peaceful life.

"You just said that you came to be baptized to save your husband?"

Abes touched his chin in some confusion. Both Wilford and he had seen Suta's husband, the elf man named Draenei.

The other party didn't look like he was in danger of life.

Suta nodded, a firm look flashed in his eyes, "Yes, my lord. The Draenei...he was involved in a dangerous struggle."

"About a few months ago, he told me that he dreamed of a giant one-eyed figure..."

"After that, this dream appeared frequently."

"After obtaining physical information indirectly, I can confirm that it is the one-eyed god Gruumsh."

"I know he may be safe now, but I can't take any risks."

"Perhaps through baptism, I can achieve some changes, distance myself from the racial god, and save the Draenei."

There was a hint of understanding in Abes' eyes. He knew that in this land with gods, such anomalies or divine revelations were not uncommon.

It was common to be baptized and turn to the faith of a certain god in order to gain protection or great power.

The one-eyed god Gruumsh is violent and crazy. In contrast, the main god of the elves, Corellon, has the same personality as the elves, chaotic and casual.

With this in mind, it is not impossible that Gruumsh, dissatisfied with the race he created being "corrupted" by the race created by Corellon and becoming so lacking in fighting spirit, would attack Suta's elf husband.

"Does the baptism ceremony take so many days?"

Abes looked at Sister Agatha with some confusion, and Sister Agatha also responded.

"Theoretically it should only take an ordinary afternoon to complete, but Soutar wanted me to postpone it until a suitable time, such as when Lady Tymora is stronger and Gruumsh is weaker."

"She hopes to gain more divine protection through this."

"Even if that time has not yet come, Suta has decided not to contact her husband, so as not to further deepen the influence of Gruumsh."

Abes nodded, and then said belatedly, "Ms. Tymora... are you a believer in the goddess of luck?"

Kronos had told himself that the founding king of the small kingdom of Wommza once claimed to be the chosen one of the goddess of luck.

With this relationship in place, all believers of the goddess of luck have a high chance of becoming royalists.

On my side, I have just taken over a town with my men. To put it nicely, we are the rebels. But if this file fails, we will be the rebels.

Noticing Abe's embarrassed expression, Sister Agatha also smiled kindly.

"Maybe, maybe not. Anyway... I'm not that pious. You don't have to worry about it. Even among devout believers, not many people believe that the person is really chosen by the goddess of luck."

"So, you don't have to worry that I will defect to the royal family."

"Moreover," Sister Agatha raised her hand and pointed at the surroundings, "If I were a conservative old man, I would not block the eyes of the goddess statue like this, and I would not be so bold as to analyze the origins of divine and arcane magic."

Abes scratched his head sheepishly, then asked, "Am I that obvious?"

"You were almost drawing your weapon just now!"

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After getting answers to the two questions of [What is Sister Agatha doing indoors?] and [Where is the orc wife of the elf man?], and also receiving surprising knowledge about [Magic Materialization], Abes returned to the camp happily.

At this moment, the bear goblin who was pretending to be unconscious had already wisely nodded his surrender.

Hearing that the other party wanted to see him, Abes also came to the interrogation room.

Abes stepped into the interrogation room, which was filled with a dark atmosphere.

Since moving from the tent to the town, Anivia has put a lot of thought into the selection of interrogation rooms and cells.

For example, in the interrogation room now, a heavy wooden table quietly occupies the center of the room, with an iron kerosene lamp placed on it.

It can be said that lighting is already a means.

In addition, there is an old wall clock hanging on the wall that Anivia bought from the townspeople.

Due to poor repair, the hands of the wall clock were shaking slowly, making a disturbing ticking sound that was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. This calm and ordinary sound gave people a sense of depression.

On the desk, some documents, pens, ink and paper were placed in advance for Abes to record the interrogation process and understand the cause and effect.

At this time, the bugbear was handcuffed and sitting across the table.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Abesi just found it funny.

"Isn't this a bit too professional, Anivia? This bugbear is just pretending to be unconscious. Logically, he doesn't have that much ill will towards me, so there's no need to put so much psychological pressure on him."

"I'm not like you, who has a lot of spells to make people talk, so I can only start from the heart."

As if she said this on purpose, Anivia tilted her head toward the bugbear and amplified her voice.

The bear goblin also understood the other party's hint, blinking his eyes with fear and anxiety on his face.

Abes walked to the chair opposite and sat down, looking at him seriously, and said in a steady tone, "You asked to meet with me, what do you want to say now?"

The kerosene lamp on the table emitted a faint light, which cast a shadowy light on the faces of the two people in the deliberately dimmed room.

"I'm afraid of them. There will be more of them... I want your protection. In exchange, I can use my strength to fight during this period."

"Who?"

"Those strange goblins..."

Abes took a deep breath and picked up the paper and pen on the table. "Tell me more about it."