Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Orcs are considered to be a failed creation. Their appearance is like a simple and crude combination of humans and tigers, so they are also called "tiger people" in some places. Their bodies are covered with a layer of hair. , with spots or striped patterns, the head and facial features have some feline features, but overall they are closer to humans, which makes them look a bit nondescript, and they have a long one that is not very useful tail.

The intelligence of orcs is between that of humans and goblins. The vast majority of orcs cannot speak the language of other races. Only a few intelligent individuals can learn a simple common language. They have their own unique language system. Nasal and grunting, so it is difficult for humans to understand the language of orcs, which makes it almost impossible for them to communicate with humans.And because of their unique appearance, they are often captured and sold by human slave traders. Those who are lucky become alien pets of nobles, and those who are unlucky are sold to circuses or Colosseum to make money. Therefore, orcs have a very good attitude towards humans. unfriendly.

Whether it is due to the competition for survival or because of their indiscriminate attack on humans, in most human countries, orcs will be hunted and killed like goblins, but after all, orcs are smarter than goblins. After being wiped out, they have learned to stay away from humans, and only live in inaccessible mountains or forests. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia · Humanoid Creatures"

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The Templars were already filled with righteous indignation. As soon as Darius gave the order to attack, they rushed forward in a swarm, and the last worry was forgotten. Now they just want to smash the villain who desecrated the Pope's body to pieces. part.

Leicester originally thought that they could take advantage of the confrontation to expose Darris' crimes, but unexpectedly, the other party became guilty and refused to give them a chance to speak. He galloped in the worst direction neatly.

At the moment when the two sides exchanged hand-to-hand combat, Evandel completed a magic spell. The Templars who had an absolute advantage in numbers suddenly found that they had lost all their strength and were overwhelmed by the weight of their armor. Human slaughter.

It's a pity that the curse of weakness is not yet smart enough to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. Leicester's guards were also hit, and they fell together with the enemies. You stacked me, and I pressed you.

Even under such circumstances, some Templars still tried to raise their swords to attack each other. Of course, the members of the guards would not sit still, and the two sides wrestled feebly on the ground.

Leicester had always known that the mage's magic could affect the overall situation, but with Evandel doing this, the situation was even more unfavorable to them, because outside the cathedral, there were countless Templars who were not affected by the curse of weakness, And those templars who were recruited have already blown the whistle for help-they still have the strength.

The whistle sounded far away.

"You... despicable and shameless mage..." Darris, who was lying down under the weight of the armor, exhausted all his strength to sit up and lean against the wall, "You think you can get away with this little trick?" Is it? You can't escape."

"Do you think I did this just to escape from your siege?" Evandel covered the Pope's body with a white sheet, and turned to the head of the Knights Templar with the same pity as if he looked mentally retarded Eyes, before the Templars who heard the whistle rushed through the door, the magic condensed into a black blade and stopped against Darris' neck.

"If you go one step further, I will decapitate him." The mage threatened flatly.

"Ha, stop bluffing, don't you dare." Darius was unmoved, and looked at Evandel with a sneer.

"Why don't I dare?" Evandel moved the black blade a little further, and it was close to Darris' carotid artery. Now that Darris swallowed his saliva, the extremely sharp black blade would scratch his skin, and the mage smiled. He pointedly reminded, "How is the power of the demon leader Barutan compared to yours? I still dare to confront it head-on and beat it to flee. I am not the group of trembling guinea pigs you keep in the mage tower. You guys who can only bully mages with the holy words of exorcism are not worth mentioning in my eyes."

The Templars who rushed over had already dragged away the colleagues who were affected by the Curse of Weakness as much as possible, leaving only a dozen Templars in the church hall still within the attack range of Avondel, one with gray hair The old knight took a few steps forward: "The Templars are not afraid of sacrifice. Do you think we will compromise with you, the blasphemer, after taking a few hostages?"

"It's you, Mr. Sark, the deputy head." Evandel said without surprise, "Are you so impatient to let him die? That's right, at your age, if Darris hadn't died unexpectedly, you would never have died." There is no chance to be the head of the regiment."

"Don't sow discord here!" Sac was furious, but he had to stop his advance. Evandel grasped their weakness very well. The Templars paid too much attention to honor, and he was afraid of " In order to seize the throne and intentionally cause the death of the leader", he could only ask sharply, "Desecrate the Pope's body, and hold the leader of the Knights Templar hostage, what exactly do you want?"

Evandel saw that not only many templar knights who had heard the news had gathered outside the church, but also many civilians had also joined the onlookers. This was exactly what he wanted to see. The mage said with satisfaction: " Darius murdered the Pope for his own sake, I am just investigating the real cause of the Pope's death and looking for evidence, His Excellency the Pope will not blame me."

Sark scolded excitedly: "You despicable and shameless mage, how can you slander the head of the Knights Templar like this!"

"I haven't mentioned any evidence, and you are busy accusing me of slander. Could it be that you are also involved in this conspiracy?" Evandel narrowed his eyes and looked at him dangerously.

Sac quickly argued: "We have all seen that His Excellency the Pope was seriously injured and died due to a sneak attack by a demon. How can you say that the leader murdered the Pope?"

"You have all seen that the Pope was pierced through his lungs. Ferdinand of the Mages Association treated him properly in time. The body is still there. Anyone with a little knowledge can see that there is nothing wrong with the wound. , Under such circumstances, he would not have died, but after Darius came to 'visit' the Pope alone, the Pope died of shock caused by excessive blood loss."

Ferdinand, who was named, stood up. He gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to fight it out: "Yes, many people can prove that after Darius came, he drove the others out of the room. Leave him alone in the room with Ellis, the tutor of the School of Magic, for a while, and then His Excellency the Pope will die."

"You!...you wait for me!" Darius glared at Ferdinand, unexpectedly, this cowardly and docile mage also rebelled under the instigation of Evandel, he sneered, "Everyone heard it, Evandel He threatened Ferdinand before, even issued death threats, and forced him to give false testimony, so a word he said now is not credible."

When he was doing things, he never seriously considered how to hide people's eyes and ears. Although the Pope has wooed some people over the years, they are all insignificant people. The real power of the church is in his hands. He never thought that he would be judged. one day.

Sack also argued: "Even if Darius and his mentor Ellis visited the Pope just before he died, what does it mean? His Excellency the Pope is over 70 years old, and an old man of this age may be called by the Lord at any time. Injuries that might not kill someone else are the straw that breaks the camel's back in him, and that's normal."

"If Darius didn't do anything, and the pope himself couldn't hold on, no one would be to blame, but Darris cut his wrist, drained the little blood left on his body, and let the mentor Elis heal This is the direct cause of the Pope's death."

"This is just your speculation!"

"Want to prove it? You can come in and take a look." Evandel looked back at the gate again, searching the crowd with his eyes, and pointed out a few people: "You, you and you, yes, it's you, how many of you come together."

He ordered four or five onlookers. The mage didn't know them, and he wasn't interested in meeting them, but his years of experience and knowledge in seeing people allowed him to accurately find a few people with more status and influence from the crowd.

Then, with his hands behind his back, he stepped over the templars and guards who were lying on the ground and walked into the room where the Pope's body was. Reicester sat on a chair and reminded weakly: "I have no You have the strength to stand up, but Sak is not under the curse of weakness, aren't you afraid that he will hold you hostage after he comes in?"

Evandel said indifferently: "As long as I can still cast spells, he won't have that ability."

Sac gritted his teeth secretly, but he had to admit that Evandel was right, mages had plenty of ways to deal with close enemies, and he couldn't make such a stupid attempt.

After Evandel's figure disappeared from sight, Darius moved a bit, trying to move away from the gap between the magic blade and the wall, but the black blade immediately moved forward another half an inch, this time directly cutting Into his skin, a thread of blood flowed down his neck.

The mage's voice came clearly from the room: "Do you think I can't see you? If you try to escape, or if your subordinates refuse to cooperate, then I don't mind sending you to see the God of Light in advance."

Darius said angrily with a pale face: "You bastard!"

Evandel was unmoved, he pulled out the Pope's right hand from under the quilt, gently tore the pale and thin wrist, and tore a horizontal slit.

"How come..." Deputy head Sak's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, this is the irrefutable evidence." Ferdinand leaned against the wall with a gray face. The depression was obviously not entirely due to the curse of weakness. , It usually takes a day or two for the wound to heal by itself. Before that, it is easy to tear again if it is pulled by an external force. will heal again."

A bystander asked Evandel in surprise, "But how do you know the wound is here?"

Evandel said with a look of disgust: "Elis's technique is not good enough, the muscles and tendons under the skin are not bonded smoothly."

"No, it's impossible." Sac still refused to admit it. No matter what his opinion of Darius, he would never admit this accusation. This is no longer Darris's personal matter. If the matter spreads, it will be a huge scandal unprecedented in the history of the church.

What's even more hateful is that Evandel deliberately brought some outsiders in to watch, so that this matter could not be concealed any longer. Sac could only try his best to refute and shift the focus: "This is just a little trick you played with magic. The words of the mage are the worst." Believe me, you can disembowel the body of His Excellency the Pope, what else can't you do!"

Avondel did not intend to argue with him at all, and the few onlookers whispered to each other thoughtfully, which meant that his goal had been achieved, and the mage said to the emotional Sac lightly: "After seeing the evidence, you can out."

"Wait!" Sac was still planning to argue with him, but Evandel said coldly, "It seems that you don't want to do it?"

While speaking, the black blade on Darris' neck moved forward a little more, and this time it was not just a bit of skin torn, blood began to gurgle out, and Darris yelled palely: "Go! Go! Are you really Do you want me to die here!"

Of course, Sac didn't want to bear this notoriety, so he could only compromise and raised his hands and stepped back step by step: "Okay, okay, I'm leaving now, hurry up and stop his bleeding!"

After Sac and several onlookers retreated, Evandel returned to Darris. The black blade finally disappeared. Darris quickly covered the wound on his neck, but the blood was still flowing from his fingers. Constantly overflowing.

He glared at Evandel angrily, and said in a hoarse voice: "Take these far-fetched coincidences and so-called evidence that is indistinguishable, and you want to punish me? Only the internal council composed of six archbishops can review the Templars." Commander, what qualifications do you, a mage, have to judge me?"

"Who said I was going to judge you?" Evandel looked at him condescendingly, with an indifferent face, "I did this just to make sure that you will still be criticized and your reputation will be discredited after death. The seeds of doubt have been sown , that's enough, as for whether it conforms to the rules of the church--"

He sneered disdainfully: "Who cares?"

Darius looked at each other in disbelief, unable to believe that this mage really wanted to kill him. When this kind of demon army came at any time, in the Cathedral of the God of Light in the holy city of Mikalan, thousands of Templars Surrounded by the enemy, how dare he?

But the bleeding wound on his neck made him unable to hold his breath any longer. Darris gasped and said, "What exactly do you want? You can ask for any conditions. Please stop the bleeding first!"

Evandel said lightly: "I just want you to die."

"It doesn't make any sense at all! The devil will strike at any time, and only I can command the Knights Templar..."

"You killed my friend." Evandel looked at him calmly, with a somewhat lonely tone, "I don't have many friends in this world. You killed one of them, so you must die."

Darius stared at Evandel in astonishment, as if he heard pigs flying in the sky, a mage actually regarded the Pope as a "friend", if he had to sneer at this at another time, but he didn't have it now In that mood, the hand pressing the wound was getting weaker and weaker, the blood stained the silver-white armor red, and even flowed to the ground—he was about to die.

He killed the Pope by bloodletting, and now Evandel is also going to drain his blood. Darius finally determined that Avandel really has no other purpose, just purely wanting revenge.