What Campas said made not only the surrounding creatures horrified and inexplicable, but even Karen was surprised.
What a noble status Campas is, with the supreme etiquette of the "Bridge of God of War", it is a bit respected by others.
This is a kind of recognition, a recognition of one's own strength. Like Campas, it means that one-third of the Aegean continent truly recognizes Karen's unique position in the wasteland.
As long as he is willing, he can now use the reputation of the Lord of the Wasteland to list Vuitton as a robber, an intruder, and issue a wanted order.
Because he is now the ruler of the wasteland.
Karen understands this truth, and ordinary creatures understand it better, but they just can't figure out what Campas intends to do.
Karen looked at the priest of the **** of war who was almost in his twilight years, full of doubts, but he knew that this was not the time to answer questions, and what he had to worry about now was the majesty of a wasteland lord.
Gentle eyes swept over each creature, smiled gently, stepped forward generously and gave them a hug.
"Thanks!"
It seems that Campas was waiting for this hug, hugging each other like old friends, and when everyone was not paying attention, he whispered in his ear and said: "Karen, I gave you so much, so it makes sense. Slow down after going back." Slow down."
Karen nodded. If you don't give yourself some explanation, this kind of abrupt gift package can scare a person to death.
The Priest of the God of War was not the kind of person who would be courteous without doing anything, and his expression immediately became solemn.
"Master, you have been waiting for me for a week. I don't know whether you want to go to my bamboo house or to your war temple." Karen looked calm, with a faint majesty of the lord of the wasteland.
"Let's go to the Temple of War. After all, it's an exchange between the two forces. The space in the bamboo house is a bit narrow."
Karen didn't mind, it was his territory after all, and he led the way.
Although Campas followed behind, he was tall and burly, like Karen's guard, causing a whisper.
Before arriving at the Temple of Victory, there were already crowds of people. Obviously, everyone knew that Karen and Campas were going to meet here, and they occupied a favorable position early.
"The Lord of the Wilderness!"
"Hello, Karen!"
"That's the Priest of the God of War!"
Some daring creatures made noises outside, but Karen smiled and ignored them.
When I looked at the temple, it was completely changed. There was more golden light on the prayer pillar in front of the temple, like a lantern fire, and the signature of Campas could be clearly seen in the golden light.
The God of War statue in the center is so lifelike that it seems to be half alive at first glance. There are many new knife marks on the top, which are obviously carefully pointed out.
Before getting close, I could already hear the sound of war songs chanting, like an old monk in an eastern country, murmuring incessantly.
The entire temple is filled with divinity. Entering here is like entering the palace of the ancient **** of war, solemn and sacred.
There are many unfamiliar faces in the temple. The hair bands, patterns, and totem poles of these faces are different, especially the priest robes on their bodies, which are extremely heavy, which is obviously a specialty of the Temple of War.
At a glance, from ordinary apprentice priests to war priests, there are people of every level.
Campas did not explain this change at all, and the more such internal explanations, the more sensible it seems.
At least Karen thinks so, after all such a big change can be seen by anyone.
Pass through the sacrificial square, and you will come to the meditation hall, the place where the priests practice at the back of the God of War Temple.
There are thirteen priests in the meditation hall, all of them are approaching middle age, with old skin on the corners of their mouths, it can be seen that they are old priests who have studied for many years.
Although Karen is a layman, after more than a month of intensive training by Hongfaer, his spiritual perception is quite keen, especially he uses the common meditation method of the orcs, and he has a strong sense of dealing with priests of the same origin.
There seemed to be thirteen clusters in front of him, constantly sucking the spiritual energy scattered around them, and in the collision of spirits, it seemed that an eternal **** was condensed.
Karen knew that this was the **** of visualization, and only those who reached a certain level of meditation skills could transform into a visualization god.
In the beast race, this kind of spiritual body is also called the ancient soul. If the ancient soul can completely separate from the body, then it will be a truly epic sacrifice.
Hongfaer told him that if Karen can evolve the most basic bones into entities, he can also form the ancient soul.
Possessing an ancient soul is another important realm of practice. On the Aegean Continent, only Campas, the priest of the God of War, has touched some ways.
These are still different from the real ancient souls, but there is already a rudimentary form. This kind of existence should be an elite priest below the level of high priests such as Hongfaer in the orc clan. In the orc clan, it is collectively called war Sacrifice.
This kind of sacrifice, anyone from the orc clan can lead a tribe, become the overlord of one party, put it in the legion, it will be the spiritual leader, and it is a unique treasure of the orc clan.
Karen suspected that Campas had brought all the war priests of the Orcs to Gold Flash Town.
The room was very quiet, and these masters did not stand up like the creatures outside, but were still meditating on their own.
Even when Campas saw these people with respect on his face, Karen noticed that ordinary creatures outside could not enter here.
Even Heymore and Churchill, who followed King, were blocked from the door.
"Master, this can't be all the belongings of the orcs." Karen joked.
"Hehe, the Temple of War is a place for priests to practice and communicate. They came voluntarily, Karen, if there were only such a few members of the orc clan, it would have been extinct by now." Campas didn't have any jokes at all.
"Master, there are no other people now, so just speak up if you have something to say. Hongfaer has taught me a lot, and I will take special care of the beast race. I am really flattered by what I did today. I am not that kind of person." Nonsense person, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to meet the requirements of the master." Karen said a bit helplessly, and it really felt a bit forced to be a slave.
This kind of big gift is still the kind that has to be accepted, which is really uncomfortable.
However, in principle, he does not want to compromise, and will never get involved in the war between the human race and the orcs. This is the bottom line.
And his time is also very precious, so naturally he can't waste it at will like Campas. Instead of wasting his tongue on these side details, it's better to get straight to the point and clarify the needs of both parties.
"Hehe, it's really scary for young people." Even Campas, who has seen the world, is somewhat uncomfortable with Karen's sudden quick talk. It would be rude for ordinary people to say it, but in Kai Lun's mouth is a bit straightforward.
"Okay, I want to talk to you about Qatar. Judging from the intelligence of the orcs on you, you have been detecting this existence."
Karen frowned slightly. He really didn't expect the orcs to have such information, but there was no surprise on his face: "Master, please joke with me, Qatar is kind to me, besides, I haven't taken any action in the Black Sea these days." .”
Campas smiled weirdly, winked at the two priests behind him, and walked straight to the northeast corner of the meditation hall.
There is a more secret meditation room, which has a certain amount of magic defense cover, and the material itself is relatively strong, so it is a good place to discuss things.
"I want to say that Louis performed very well. He was able to encourage Vuitton to betray his master. His ability is extraordinary." Karen had just entered the door when Campas's comment came.
"Master, what are you talking about?" Karen was pretending to be confused, this kind of conspiracy really couldn't be put on the table.
"Really, let me tell you something else. What happened to the pirate alliance near Golden Harbor and the expeditionary army belonging to the Seventh Princess of the East Indian Continent stationed in the southern part of the Aegean Sea? I know that pirates and legions have always been Those who can’t meet, once we meet, you will die, but now they are in peace, and, I heard that Philips, a human boy, is basically a frequent visitor of the Pirate Alliance now.”
"What's going on with the council of wasteland lords organized by Black Moore these days? It seems that the "Septwolves" organization is being revived. Isn't this authorized by you?"
"Churchill is now in contact with a girl from Anna. If I remember correctly, his father should be Mario, Eye of the Storm from the Holy Storm Empire."
"As for Louis, how did he know the seal of the Temple of Light? Isn't Kabul's son already dead? How can a dead person provide accurate information to Whedon!"
"Okay, master, needless to say." Karen interrupted the other party directly, and laughed strangely. He thought that everything he did was already quite concealed, but unexpectedly, the other party found out clearly.
What Campas said is basically the same, especially the death of Kambucha in Kambul, which is one of the core secrets of Gold Shining Town.
Kamucha died early, half a month after Karen came into contact with him, he died unexpectedly in the battle between the two tribes in the ice field.
Even Karen couldn't help this kind of accident.
Who would have known how this kid who was about to become a big shot in the wilderness would be stabbed to death by an ordinary human being.
But it is what it is.
As Kabul's successor in the wasteland, Khamucha naturally has a lot of secrets. It is a treasure that can be used. How can Karen let it go.
Dead is dead, but Kamucha was an insignificant person at that time, so there is room for use~www.mtlnovel.com~ According to Black Moore's suggestion, buy the entire tribe, and create another Kamucha from the town of Gold check.
This Khamucha was the bait for Vuitton to fall into the trap. After all, no one would suspect an ordinary person who had nothing to do with the wilderness.
"Master, just say what you want." Karen said with a bit of heartache. He really couldn't figure out how capable a person of this level is. He thought that this time he would probably cut his flesh.
"Hehe, you kid is much calmer than I thought. If other people would have been intimidated by my trick, you are worthy of Hongfaer's value. I'm sure you will definitely become the world's elite in your lifetime."
"Don't, master, talk about something, don't put a high hat on me, I'm afraid." Karen stopped quickly, he is not a three-year-old child, "Master, if you have any purpose, just tell the truth, let's not go around in circles."
Campas frowned. The young man in front of him was far more difficult than he expected. It seemed that he was not easy to use soft and hard, and he really felt a little helpless.
"This..., have you thought about developing on the path of sacrifice?"