One Hundred Ways to Become a God

The Forest of Eternal Night was not peaceful this night.

Countless demonic beasts were awakened by the sound of violent fighting, and they opened their eyes of all kinds in the pitch-black forest, wanting to get a share of the action, but they were captured by the astonishing power created by the battle between the two top powerhouses, and quickly frightened after approaching. run away.

These monsters in the periphery are of average strength, and they dare not get involved in this battle that is far beyond their level.

After about half an hour, the scream of the beast mixed with anger gradually stopped until it disappeared. Not long after, He Yan, who was waiting at the spot, saw a familiar figure walking back dragging a lump.

It was Ambrose.

The battle just now seemed to be extremely fierce. One of the shoulder armors on the leader of the Holy Knights was broken, and he was hanging on his body. The gorgeous platinum knight uniform was splattered with blood, and even his face was not spared. .

Dark blood stained his chin and cheeks, coupled with the indifferent expression on his face, against the backdrop of the boundless night, he approached them like a handsome killing god.

Seeing Ambrose's appearance, all the paladins present showed surprise in their eyes.

Although they have also seen the appearance of the leader fighting, but Ambrose has always been a person who can control his emotions very well. It is the first time he has seen such obvious hostility all over his body.

As they got closer, everyone found that the person dragged by the hair of the head of the Paladins was an adult man, and his body was tied with chains made of light magic that flowed with golden light.

This should be the orc just now. Its dark brown hair is the same color as the male lion's mane.

Ambrose stood still in front of everyone, let go and threw the orc in his hand to the ground.

He exchanged glances with the Holy Son of Light who was standing aside, a dark light flashed across his eyes, then he looked away, and said to the paladins: "The battlefield in the distance has been cleaned up, and later you and All the bishops, together, wipe away all the bloodstains around here."

The smell of blood will attract monsters, and the blood of the king of orcs contains power, if left alone, it will definitely attract many monsters to lick it.

Although the strength of the monsters outside the Forest of Eternal Night is not very high, but there are too many of them, it is also a big trouble.

Compared with Ambrose, who just looked a little embarrassed, this orc looked much more embarrassed. There were cracked wounds all over his muscles, and he was still bleeding, staining the ground red.

The orc's body was tightly curled up, and there were especially many bloodstains on the abdomen and legs. It could be seen that there should be extremely serious wounds there.

The orc's brown pupils were extremely bright, and he stared fiercely at the people around him.

When He Yan looked at the wound on Ambrose's body, he glanced at the orc on the ground.

His eyes paused for a moment on the pool of blood on the orc's lower abdomen, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and his mood became subtle.

——It’s not what he thinks, is it?

The orc's perception was extremely sharp, and he met his gaze almost instantly. When he saw his face clearly, the pair of animal pupils that stood up contracted, and the curled up body also struggled a bit, looking very excited. .

Then, the head of the Holy Knights who was turned back immediately stepped on his face without mercy.

The orc should have been silenced. Even if someone did such an insulting move, he could only hear a low muffled groan from his throat. Even the only face that could be seen was killed when the stiff boots were removed.

He Yan looked away from the face of the horrific orc patriarch: "..."

He went over Ambrose's wounds.

Although the leader of the Holy Knights looked embarrassed, most of the blood on his body was not his own. There were only a few minor injuries from head to toe, and only two low-level healing techniques were used to fix it.

Afterwards, the bishop and the paladins cleaned up the battlefield, and carried back the orc who had been tied up so that he could only wriggle on the ground. According to the order of the head of the paladins, he put them under strict surveillance and waited for the interrogation tomorrow.

After explaining everything, Ambrose followed his Son of Light back to the tent.

Of course, before going back, he also borrowed the tent of an iron cavalry commander, changed his cavalier uniform that was covered with the stinky orc blood, and took a brief bath for himself before returning to the resting place clean and refreshed. place.

He Yan watched his series of furry actions, and truly felt the dislike of the elves towards the orcs.

Then as soon as he entered the door, he was hugged by the blood elf from behind, and his whole body was instantly surrounded by the slightly cold breath of another person, and then he only felt his shoulders sinking, and a head was pressed heavily on his shoulders.

He Yan reached out and touched the head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Because the paladin had just finished bathing, there was still a hint of dampness in his hair.

The blood elf rubbed against his neck with the tip of his high nose, and a slightly dull voice came from behind him, asking an irrelevant question: "You are mine."

...really insecure.

He Yan sighed in his heart, and comforted him, "Yes."

The blood elf hugged him silently for a long while before letting him go, and then took out a small, shining golden object from nowhere, "Guess what it is?"

It was a broken container base. Although it was incomplete, it still shone with a faint and holy radiance. It was imprisoned by a vain dark chain, thus covering up all the aura.

Following the blood elf's wishes, He Yan took the thing into his hand and looked at it carefully.

Although I can't perceive the specific breath and attributes of this thing, but look at the conspicuous features of this thing, and then contact the orc patriarch who came to attack tonight. This should be the fragment of the light artifact that fell into the hands of the orcs?

However, the original Cecil probably didn't know the existence of this artifact fragment, so under the watchful eyes of the blood elves, He Yan just shook his head slightly, hesitantly said: "A magical artifact with light attribute?"

The blood elf rewarded him with a kiss on the face, "That's right, this is a shard of the artifact of light."

He Yan widened his eyes in a timely manner.

The blood elf seemed to be amused by his performance, and a soft light flashed across his eyes, but the next second was replaced by disgust, "This is the purpose of the Pope's deal with the orcs."

Then, as if remembering something worse, the evil spirit in the blood pupil became more intense, and he said coldly: "After learning that the Pope is down, that idiot actually wanted to find me to continue this transaction."

He Yan couldn't help frowning: "..."

Everything that the orc patriarch did would refresh his understanding of the lower limit of the orc clan's IQ.

As the head of the Holy Knights, Ambrose's strength is known throughout the continent. When he knew that his strength might not surpass the opponent's, the orc patriarch unexpectedly carried the light artifact like this. Shards come to make a deal?

Although the Fragment of the Artifact of Light is indeed an extremely tempting bargaining chip, the paladin will have to pay an extremely heavy price for betraying the contract.

Where did the orc chief get the confidence that Ambrose would be moved by the artifact fragments to betray his loyalists?

It's no wonder that although the race of orcs ranks at the forefront of all races in Deland in terms of strength, they have never actually become strong.

The creator is indeed fair. While endowing the orcs with great power, they also ruthlessly deprived them of their IQ.

The blood elf saw that he had a displeased expression, so he stretched out his hand to smooth the mark between his brows, and there was a trace of pleasure in his blood pupils: "Of course, that idiot has already been beaten up by me."

Reflexively thinking of the large bloodstain on the orc's lower abdomen, He Yan wanted to ask him where he had been beaten, but he swallowed the question and changed it to another sentence: "How do you plan to deal with this?" thing?"

Forget it, he is the one who wants to spend the night with his partner, so it's better not to mention that kind of topic that spoils the interest.

The blood elf slightly hooked his lips and kissed the corner of his lips: "Of course it is for you, my Highness Cecil."

Don't look at it as just a fragment of a divine weapon, but this is a divine weapon infused with divine power by the Goddess of Light. There is a trace of the most original divine power of light remaining on it. It may not be a big deal in the world of gods, but it is placed in the low-level plane of Delan. The mainland is an extremely terrifying force.

The Holy Son of Light shook his head unexpectedly, and rejected such a thing that every bishop dreamed of without a trace of hesitation: "It's not safe to put it here, I think it would be better to keep my contracted knight, Is it right?"

The emergence of demonic energy is just the beginning of the invasion of the continent of Deland by the dark gods. No god can monopolize the belief in the entire continent, so this is an unstoppable war, which is inevitable in the development of history.

In a few years, the Holy See of Light will be in chaos under the impact of the newly established Dark God Sect, and as other gods take advantage of the chaos, the situation will become more complicated.

At that time, the Bright Holy See will not be as peaceful as it is now, and at that time his strength is far from enough for him to be absolutely sure that he can keep this artifact fragment.

And the blood elves have much more cards than him, so it's safer to hand over such things that are hot to the touch, to the blood elves for safekeeping.

The blood elf stared at him quietly with his blood eyes for a long time, then asked in a low voice like a sigh: "You really trust me that much? Honey, I don't mean anything else."

He just said that dedicating the fragments of the artifact to the Son of Light was not a tentative remark, but sincerely hoped that this little mouse, who was taking risks on himself all day long, would have a way to protect himself.

However, the Holy Son of Light just smiled at him, his eyes as pure as obsidian stared at him intently, and said something that made his heart burn: "Of course I believe you, because you are mine too. Ambrose."

The author has something to say: Yan Yan: Let’s push this hot thing to Lao Gong (*▽*)

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