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.    Chapter 35: The Secret of the Death of the Holy Mountain

    Lilith put down the scroll in her hand and gently smoothed the hair on her forehead.

    Under the shroud of magic light, this action revealed her white and tender forehead, and her small nose wrinkled slightly, as if she remembered something that she cared about very much, so she raised her head, and her dark eyes happened to see the person she had been staring at.  She was like Durant in a daze.

    Lilith¡¯s cheeks turned red, she coughed and said, ¡°Durant, I¡¯ve finished reading.¡±

    Durant seemed to have come back to his senses, so he calmed down and said slowly: "What do you think?"

    ¡°Such an organization will appear sooner or later, and it¡¯s time to appear,¡± Lilith said.

    "Is this what the Pope meant, or what you said?" Durant asked.

    "The Pope's exact words," Lilith said.

    "So sir, has he already seen this trend?" Durant said in a low voice, then raised his head and said, "Then what do you mean?"

    "I will not participate," Lilith said. "There is nothing worthy of my participation here, but you have made a right decision. Soon, you can even become the leader of the Night. You must know the Holy See  I have always been very supportive of you. Dealing with Twilight has now become a continent-wide matter. If you can become the leader of this organization, it will be extremely beneficial to your future development and to clear the title of 'bloody'.  .¡±

    "So, you also support my decision?" Durant said excitedly.

    "I'm just giving my advice from the perspective of a friend. The decision is still yours to make. What Twilight and Zhuo Dong did has obviously made the entire Magic Continent angry. The one who broke into Twilight from the elves  Judging from the news from the Great Elf King, this matter is certain. As the Holy Son of the Holy See, you must know the responsibilities you shoulder," Lilith said.

    "Of course," Durant said, "I have a lot of responsibilities, and I won't forget them."

    He looked at Lilith with burning eyes, but the meaning in his eyes was extremely obvious.  Lilith lowered her head, letting her long hair cover up her delicate face.

    "I will definitely prove that I don't have to be inferior to Ariza," Durant said, and then he walked away with solid steps. The thin voice sounded in Lilith's heart, making her panic.

    "There are really not many people in this world who can be better than Ariza," she thought, "Maybe Durant can do it, but what I want in my heart is not the most outstanding man in the world. I  I just want the most unique man in the world to me."

    The saint looked past Durant's figure, and dimly saw the heroic orc prince.  His figure has never left, and it has almost taken root in her heart, provoking all the memories of this young girl.

    Who can be better than him?

    nobody

    But for some reason, Lilith thought of that middle-aged man this time.

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    "You also have people who have sneaked into Twilight?" Ron was surprised.

    "Are you surprised?" Ariza smiled and said, "But I heard that you witnessed what happened to Jesmila not long ago and fought against Twilight's leader, so you shouldn't be so surprised."

    "I can't even talk about fighting with him, and I'm not good enough to be considered as his opponent at all. You are the reason why I'm surprised. I've always wanted to know when did you start all this?" Ron said.

    Ariza avoided talking about Ron's subsequent questions, but said: "You may be too self-effacing. You must know that it is because of you that the strong game ended up like this. Do you know what I am most worried about right now?  ?¡±

    ¡°If it¡¯s about the marriage to the eldest princess, then it goes without saying,¡± Ron said.

    Ariza laughed and said: "So you can also tease people like this? I also want to know how you master the power of rules. You must know that even now, I have only touched the edge of this field. And  The power of your rules always gives me a feeling of grandeur, but you are only an eighth-level warrior."

    "As proud as you are, do you also want to find out my secret? If you are willing to answer my questions, I will also tell you my secret, how about it?" Ron said.

    Ariza sighed: "I know you can exchange everything for Zhuo Dong. This exchange is fair, but also very unfair, but now I can't think of any other way except to accept it."

    ¡°Then let¡¯s talk about you"Our infiltrators, I can't think of anyone else except Lowest, the fallen priest," Ron said.

    Ariza¡¯s face finally became a little solemn. He stood up and took out a statue from a cabinet next to him.

    "A long time ago, Lovist was the most talented person in our temple." Ariza gently picked up the statue in his hand and fumbled slowly in front of Ron.

    His expression was solemn, but his eyes were full of respect for this sculpture.

    "This sculpture is him, right? Listen to what you mean, Lowest has already started this infiltration plan a long time ago," Ron said.

    As he spoke, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

    The Great Elf King Jesmilla and the Fallen Priest Lovist, these two main members of Twilight, are actually undercover agents of other forces. Could it be that the overt and covert struggle between the major forces and Twilight had already started many years ago?  ?

    After listening to Ron's words, Ariza nodded and said: "When I first entered the temple, I had already heard many legends about him. Legends about what a genius and what kind of scenery he was. I still remember that back then.  In the palace, I listened to the old priest telling the past deeds of the Orc Empire with the young Beast King who had not yet ascended the throne. Whenever Lovist was mentioned, the old priest always had an excited look on his face, as if Lovist was concentrated.  The glory of all orcs."

    "Every empire will have such glorious figures. They have often transcended themselves and become the sustenance of people's spiritual energy," Ron said.

    "My Lord Duke, you are right. He is such a character, the spiritual sustenance of the Orc Empire," Ariza said.

    "People like him will also bear huge responsibilities and pressures. He has to solve thorny problems that others cannot solve, and must be taken for granted. He has to stand at the core of the temple as an unshakable  Existence, looking at all living things. He can't make mistakes, even the kind of mistakes that ordinary people would be annoyed by, are unforgivable for him," Ron said.

    Ariza was silent for a while after hearing this and said: "If time goes back ten years and you can meet him earlier, the two of you will definitely become good friends."

    Ron said: "At that time, I was just a child, or at most a mercenary. I was destined to miss Lovist. This is fate."

    "This is also Lovist's fate, so only he can complete the task of sneaking into Twilight. So that night, he killed more than a hundred priest apprentices in the temple, stole the power of the Beast God, and brought  The only Behemoth in the empire is gone," Ariza said.

    "What's the reason? Don't tell me, your temple also received the so-called oracle," Ron said.

    "Well, this is not what I want to say. But it is indeed an oracle. When the beast god reminded us about the twilight, he also made the picture of 'The Sorrow of the Holy Mountain' show a dazzling light. Three days and three days  Night after night," Ariza said.

    It¡¯s an oracle again

    Ron reached out and pressed his cheek. Such a thing was not beyond his expectation and knowledge, but his heart was always heavy.

    The so-called omnipotent gods, what the hell are they doing?

    "Perhaps I shouldn't express my dissatisfaction with the gods, but I am indeed full of doubts," Ron said.

    "It's not just you, but me too," Ariza said. "I came from the human world. I was the most humble slave. I had no status, no dignity, and even no right to breathe. Sometimes I even thought that I was a lowly slave.  The werewolves would slowly decay and die in the human world. But the gods seemed to favor me and allowed me to live again and return to the orc empire. It was also at that time that I suddenly discovered my talent, that  Sometimes I was even surprised, it turned out that I was also a genius in the eyes of others. Even so, in the eyes of the high priest, my talent was still not as good as Lovist's. I didn't want to compare with him, I was just more talented.  He feels miserable because fate has given him this talent and at the same time this responsibility."

    "So he became the only choice to sneak into Twilight," Ron said. "Then the temple also arranged the tragedy of the orcs and made such a sacrifice?"

    "Under the will of God, it's all worth it. Even though I have a problem with it," Ariza said.

    "Besides the oracle, what happened to the 'Sorrow of the Holy Mountain'?" Ron asked.

    "There is a painting in the temple called The Sorrow of the Holy Mountain. You must also know it," Ariza said. "For thousands of years, no one seems to be able to unlock the secret of this painting. Only the high priest who taught me was on his deathbed.  betweenOnly then did I realize it.  He finally told me through ritual inheritance.  "

    The painting "Sorrow on the Holy Mountain" is a widely circulated painting in the Orc Empire. This painting is the legacy of a high priest on the holy mountain of the Orcs thousands of years ago. Legend has it that the oracle came from the sky that day, and the high priest followed the divine instructions.  After describing the content of the edict, he vomited blood and died.  The painting has been called a prophecy, but no one can explain what it is.  The Holy Mountain of Sorrow is in black and white. There are mountains, rivers and water in the painting, and countless magical beasts are hidden in it.  In the center of the painting, there is a river spiraling down the mountain. There is a dark coffin floating in the center of the river. The lid of the coffin has been opened, revealing a human wearing a purple crown lying inside.

    This painting is widely circulated in the orc empire, and even the human world has rumors about it.

    "What could that be?" Ron suddenly realized that he had touched the edge of this secret truth.

    "A fallen god who lost his divine personality and extinguished his divine fire," Ariza said. He pulled out a scroll with his left hand and slowly unfolded it.

    A strange wave was slowly being transmitted, and the painting "The Sorrow of the Holy Mountain" revealed its true appearance in front of Ron.

    When he saw the dark coffin lid, a shadow suddenly flashed across Ron's consciousness.

    The shadow of the gods.

    So the human with the purple crown looked more and more familiar.
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