Banner of the Evil God

Because it is very close to the "negative" side of the World Ring, the mighty stream of roots can be seen outside the endless wilderness. After experiencing the entire "material plane", these order forces from the "positive" are no longer the orderly white array before, but have become colorful, order, chaos, good, evil, light, darkness, earth, water, wind, fire, life, death... The colorful material plane has given them various attributes, forming a colorful torrent, like a river or a sea, rushing to the edge of the material plane and flowing towards the negative side.

At this time, in the torrent, there was a skinny old horse carrying a knight in old armor, standing outside the endless wilderness.

He looked bleak and miserable. His warhorse was so thin that his ribs could be seen. It staggered when it walked, as if it might fall down at any time. The patterns and decorations on the armor had been worn away, and many places were rusted. Many armor plates that were supposed to be connected by leather from the inside had even cracked, and you could vaguely see the skinny body inside, just like the warhorse. The sword without any decoration was inserted into the leather sheath that had been worn a lot, and the tip of the sword was exposed. The silk thread that was supposed to be wrapped around the hilt to absorb sweat was now replaced with rags.

In general, he made people feel poor and destitute at first glance, like a funny character from a comedy, or a background character used to describe the defeat in an exaggerated tragedy. He was as miserable as he could be.

However, when he saw him, Lefont, who had been smiling and confident, changed his face.

"Astoril, what are you doing here?" He asked coldly. Sui Xiong could clearly hear some uneasiness in his voice and some fear on his face.

Among the gods in the world, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to make him so uneasy and fearful. The Lord of Order is definitely one of them, and his elder brother, the God of Justice, Yorgadman, can probably be counted as one, and the Lord of Mystery, whose past record is so brilliant that it is frightening, can probably be counted as one, and the rest... Can the Lord of Glory be counted? Sui Xiong was a little skeptical.

But he never thought that the God of Knights could actually make Le Feng show such an expression.

In his impression, the God of Knights, Astoril, is a god with a lack of presence. This god rarely sends down oracles and never shows up in various matters. His church is constantly oppressed and annexed by the God of Nobles, and he has no reaction. He is just like a slow sloth. If you slap him, he will take three minutes to cry out in pain.

You know, the God of Arts will try to save his church and come to negotiate with Sui Xiong to move the headquarters of the God of Arts Church to the theater of the Void Mask Amusement Park!

Sui Xiong always thought that the God of Knights was weak. Seeing that his church was bullied like that, he didn't react at all. He was a complete wimp. Sui Xiong felt that if he encountered that kind of situation, even if he didn't get angry and draw his sword, he would find the God of Nobles to negotiate with him righteously, and he must not allow such things to continue.

However, the God of Knights did nothing.

So Sui Xiong really looked down on Him.

But... looking at Le Feng's current appearance, this God of Knights seems to have some tricks...

Sui Xiong floated aside thoughtfully, watching the development of the situation quietly.

At some point, the gods of the Orc God system also flew out from the endless wilderness to cheer for their boss. But I don't know whether it was intentional or not, they did not keep a distance from Sui Xiong, but stood together. For example, on Sui Xiong's left is the elephant man who was taught a lesson by Le Feng before, the Hercules of the Orcs; on the right is a boar man with two tusks growing out of his mouth, the god of farming of the Orcs; behind him stands a timid rabbit man, the god of fertility of the Orcs; a little further in front is a snake man who always tilts his head, the previous generation of the Orcs' main god, the "iron-faced evil spirit" Snakenel...

"Hey, you are too crowded!" Sui Xiong frowned and said.

The fat-faced boar man snorted and laughed, and said, "Let's form a formation first, so we can start fighting later."

"This man, I think I've seen you..."

"Well, I talked to you last time when everyone beat you up."

"Weren't you a domestic pig at that time? Why did you become a wild boar?"

"I have several faces. Last time I was in the main plane, and the power of the clone was limited. This time I'm fighting with my real body." The boar man waved the big wooden stick in his hand and said confidently, "Just wait and see, I will definitely hit that old tin can with a stick!"

"Don't brag, be alert when the fight starts later, don't let Him kill you with one sword." A tiger man holding two scimitars said coldly, "This time it's not a joke, don't be confused!"

Sui Xiong was full of doubts when he heard it - the orc pantheon was fully mobilized, even the rabbit god who couldn't fight came out, and he was still so nervous as if facing a big enemy? Is the Knight God very powerful?

So he asked this question.

"What?" It was the wild boar man who answered him. He turned his head stupidly and looked at Sui Xiong with eyes that looked at a fool, "Finally I met someone who is even dumber than me..."

Sui Xiong looked at the fat face of this guy and immediately felt that his IQ was insulted.

How can I be dumber than this guy!

Fortunately, this wild boar man - the god of farming in the orc pantheon, the creator of all the pigmen, Bigpistor - did not dwell on the issue of "IQ" and quickly got back to the point: "Astoril is a very powerful guy! We suffered from him back then and were killed so miserably..."

He raised his left hand without a weapon and pointed to Snakenel, the god of snakemen not far away: "The father of the snake boss, the poisonous python, died in that battle."

Snakenel, holding a long spine spear, clearly heard his words, turned his head, glared at him with his gloomy eyes, but did not say anything, and turned his head back.

Sui Xiong was stunned for a moment, and recalled carefully, but he did not remember such a thing, so he simply used the method of consciousness communication to ask for details.

Using this method to communicate is much faster than ordinary conversations. In just a short while, Bigpistor told him the whole story in detail.

The incident happened in the very distant past, when the creator of the orcs, "Ancestor", had just died. From his corpse, the original orc pantheon was born, six terrifying giant gods. The Water Mother, who had lost her enemy, had no interest in cultivating the fighting race, and handed over the human race to the "Guardian Knight" Astoril, who had just been deified, and retired.

Orcs and humans were still at war, one side had the advantage of single force, and the other side had the advantages of discipline and growth rate, and the fight was very tragic.

Later, Astoril launched an attack on the orc gods.

The battle was so fierce that the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dark, but few people knew what happened, and even the battle itself was rarely mentioned.

However, the orc gods never dared to forget that war.

In that battle, Astoril killed four of the six giant gods of the orc ancestors, and the "Big Poison Python" was one of them. From his corpse, the "iron-faced evil spirit" Snakenel was born. The remaining two giants were also seriously injured and had been half asleep for a long time. But as long as they woke up, they kept telling their descendants to be careful of that tin can guy and to remember to take revenge!

For this reason, the orc gods not only hated the knight god Astoril, but were also very vigilant, and even afraid of him. Now that Astoril had come to their door, they rushed out without missing a single one, whether out of resentment or worry, ready for another group fight.

"Under the leadership of Boss Lefeng, we will definitely be able to kill him!" Bigpiss emphasized so much, and repeated it many times.

This just proved that he was guilty.

If he hadn't been so confident, why would he repeatedly emphasize "we can win"?

Sui Xiong sighed secretly, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the knight god Astoril.

You can't judge a person by his appearance. This poor and downtrodden knight turned out to be a peerless strongman who almost wiped out the entire orc pantheon alone!

He thought about it carefully and felt relieved - his eldest brother was also a peerless strongman, but if he walked on the street and deliberately put away the power of a strongman, he would look like a ragged big beggar. Although his muscles are a bit attractive, he is not much better than the Knight God who at least has an old set of armor and an old horse.

A rotten boat still has three pounds of nails. No matter how downtrodden an old knight is, he can get a lot of money by selling his armor.

In front, the Knight God and the Sky-Swallowing Dog were still negotiating. They did not fight as soon as they met, nor did they speak out, but communicated privately with consciousness. Just looking at Le Feng's expression, this communication must have been very unpleasant, because his face became more and more ugly, and his brows were frowning more and more tightly.

Finally, He gave up the secret communication of consciousness and shouted: "Astoril, you don't need to talk nonsense! No matter what, our orcs will not give up progress! You, an old-fashioned person, should have rolled into the garbage dump of history long ago! Don't use your outdated ideas to demand us!"

The Knight God was silent for a long time and replied: "I just hope... everyone can live in peace..."

His voice was old and dry, even a little hoarse, and it sounded weak, but rather sick.

"Peace? If you really want peace, why doesn't Uther come in person, but send you!" Lefeng smiled coldly, and a light flashed, and a short spear appeared in his hand, "Today I'm saying this, if you want to stop us, use your sword to speak! Otherwise, shut up!"

He raised the short spear, and the orc gods also roared together, raising various weapons in their hands.