Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

With the strange idea of ​​visiting the cult's base camp, Irene still entered the church.

However, as she went deeper, the light gradually dimmed, and the light from the outside world seemed to be isolated from the outside, as if she had walked into a small dark room without doors and windows.

Fortunately, the dragon's eyesight was very good. With the dilation of her pupils, Irene could easily see the scene inside the church.

Compared with the simplicity of the outside world, the interior of the church was obviously more luxurious.

In the huge central hall, there were rows and rows of white benches with silver patterns. Orcs and half-orcs sat in a row on them in groups of three or five, laughing and talking about their own topics.

As a dragon who was very sensitive to treasure, Irene saw at a glance that the silver patterns on those benches were all plated with silver.

However, like the shabby big clock on the top of the church tower, it was only plated with a thin layer of silver foil, and the only function was probably to make the appearance look more noble and gorgeous.

In addition, on the walls on both sides of the bench, there are exquisite murals with a very religious color.

Most of the content is praising a god who saves people from suffering. The face of the god seems to be deliberately hidden, mostly covered by the shadow of the hood, and not clearly carved out, but the images of the saved people are painted vividly.

If you look closely, you will find that most of these characters are not pure humans, but orcs and half-orcs with obvious non-human features.

Among them, Irene even saw Wangcai, to be precise, Wangcai was still old before he was transformed into a dragonborn, and even the wrinkles on his face were perfectly restored.

In the mural, he was full of piety, leading his people to kneel on one knee, and in front of him was the "God of Redemption" who exuded endless glory and covered his whole body in a holy white robe.

The god held a short sword with a cold light in one hand and a gold coin with a glittering golden light in the other. He leaned forward slightly and gave the two treasures to the old dog-headed man.

In the next mural, the dog-headed man who received the short sword and the gold coin had regained his youth and his body became upright. Amid the praises of his people, he stuck the sword into the soil and threw the gold coin into the air.

Then a towering and majestic wall rose from the ground, and countless gold coins fell from the sky, forming a mountain of gold.

The orcs and orcs who came from afar, holding white flowers in their arms, entered the wall that rose from the ground with piety, and placed the white flowers under the statue of the god.

Irene easily understood the meaning of it. The sword should refer to force, and the gold coin undoubtedly refers to wealth.

As a "god", she gave the old Kobold chief wealth and force, thus creating the present glory.

However, the orcs and the white flowers in the arms of the orcs in the murals almost made Irene unable to hold back. She felt that the dead memories suddenly resurrected as undead and were punching and kicking her.

Other murals recorded basically what had happened in the past, but most of them were exaggerated and beautified, and were no different from the legends full of sacredness and religious colors in the mouths of the bards.

For these murals, Irene only glanced at them briefly and lost interest. She looked away with some disinterest, looked around, found an empty bench and sat down.

With her back against the bench, from her current perspective, she could just see a stone statue on the high platform at the front of the central hall, which was the statue of the so-called God of Redemption.

Just like the murals, the statue is wearing a holy white robe with obscure runes drawn on it with golden threads, like some kind of ancient text or a long-lost spell inscription.

Behind Him, two white wings and two black bat wings are stretched out.

The wings are fully spread out, as if they are about to soar into the sky, while the bat wings are folded forward, covering the statue below the waist, and the shadow renders the holy white robe into a dark black.

The statue holds an exquisite black book in one hand, and the other hand is casually stretched forward, as if trying to pull the poor people trapped in the swamp of despair out of their predicament.

Against this backdrop, the face hidden under the shadow of the hood, although without facial features, gives people an inexplicable feeling.

It's as if He is smiling.

"Tsk, no wonder they didn't recognize me." Irene leaned back in her chair, her eyes lingering on the face of the statue hidden under the hood for two seconds, raised her eyebrows and grumbled, "It doesn't even have a face, it's a miracle if they recognize me."

Although she said this, Irene felt that this church wasThey all have a good flavor, at least not much different from some religious places she had seen in her previous life.

"Crack... Bang!"

With a sudden sound, the huge wooden door of the church suddenly closed, and the breeze brought back Irene's thoughts that had drifted away. She shifted her attention from the statue, and saw a "big guy" wearing a black and white priest robe holding a book of salvation and slowly walking up to the platform where the statue was.

He was called a big guy, that was purely because he was wearing an airtight black armor under the priest robe, which made the priest robe look particularly "full."

Coupled with the chainsaw sword that exuded a chill on his back, this clergyman looked a bit out of place.

It gave people a strong sense of déjà vu that if anyone dared not to believe in religion, he would pull out the chainsaw sword behind him and perform a physical salvation.

Maybe it was because the chainsaw sword, which was almost as tall as an ordinary person, was too intimidating. After this chicly dressed guy appeared on stage, the originally noisy church instantly became quiet.

After he stood still, the old orcs and orcs stood up in unison, holding the Holy Book of Redemption in one hand and crossing their chests with the other hand. They performed a strange etiquette and greeted: "Good day, Your Holiness the Pope."

After seeing the so-called Pope nod slowly, they all opened the Holy Book of Redemption in their hands and sang sincerely: "Praise the great God of Redemption, you have stripped away suffering and sprinkled hope. As great as you are, the Kingdom of God will hang high in the endless starry sky, and the divine fire will burn forever..."

Until the last word fell, the black-armored Pope on the stage raised his hand and pressed it down twice. The believers sat back in their seats with fanatic faces, waiting for the Pope to start reading the scriptures and preaching today.

The waiting process was a bit long. It was not until the whole place was quiet again that the Pope finally opened the holy book in his hand and started reading the scriptures in a hoarse voice that was as cold as ice that had been frozen for thousands of years and penetrated everyone's heart.

Until then, Irene, who had been sitting quietly on the bench like a bystander, raised her long eyelashes and uttered a few words: "My dear eldest son, Arthas, you really prepared a great gift for me, your old mother..."