Karen was a little dazed, looking at Campas, is there something wrong with this person.
He is a necromancer, and he has great defects in spiritual practice. Without Hongfaer's guidance, he would be a useless mage.
As for the priests, look outside, whoever wants to achieve something is not forty or fifty years old.
He didn't have any intention of sitting down, and besides, he was only twenty-five years old, and he hadn't squandered his good youth yet.
"Master, you are not serious."
"Okay, Karen, since you don't want to beat around the bush, I'll get straight to the point and talk about my conditions." Campas walked to the door, closed the door, and immediately had a trace of orc leader's demeanor on his whole body, faintly Exudes a subdued majesty.
"Hehe, master is refreshing!" Karen breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that the other party would stalk him on such a mindless question.
"As long as you can become the Priest of the God of War and help me solve my worries, I will repay my kindness today. At the same time, the orcs will fully support your development in the wasteland in the future." Afraid that Karen would not agree, he hurriedly added , "If you want to refuse, the orcs will give priority to war on the wasteland. Although you have many means, it is no problem to wipe out the wasteland with the power of the entire orcs. After all, it is impossible for us to launch a war against the human race. In your hands."
Click!
Karen's heart seemed to stop.
I'm really afraid of something.
"Master, are you confused! Let me become the Priest of the God of War? Thank you for being able to figure it out!" Karen asked Qili bluntly.
God of War sacrifice!
Known as the spokesperson of the God of War, the supreme existence of the orc race, and an upright world elite.
Just him?
He knows how much material he has.
"Karen, don't think it's so difficult to sacrifice the **** of war. This is just a special profession that uses the power of the **** of war. In this world, there are many spokespersons for the gods. Only the Aegean continent feels supreme." Campas Patiently explained.
There are a lot of them, but he is not among them.
He is not a very ambitious person, and it would be nice to be able to train the necromancer well now.
"Master, you won't make me think it's as simple as summoning a skeleton." Karen made a summoning gesture. If it was really that easy, Campas wouldn't be the only one among the orcs for so many years.
"Why, no confidence. Although it is not as simple as summoning a skeleton, as long as you understand the key, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Don't think so badly about yourself. I chose you after careful investigation."
investigation!
Which organization will investigate him, it won't be the Kenneth Society.
If true, this organization must have drunk too much salt water.
"Master, who will investigate me?" Karen said a little bluntly, this is a waste of each other's time.
"Karen, if you don't try it, how will you know it won't work? Maybe you really have the talent for sacrifice."
"No, as long as there is no such possibility, I will never try." Karen didn't give any room at all. He knew the importance of energy. This month's hard training in the Black Sea was nothing compared to planning three major projects. It takes energy, if it is not for his own needs, he will not be able to practice quietly in his whole life.
After all, he is not the kind of pure practitioner. In his eyes, territory is capital.
As long as the territory becomes stronger, there will be a steady stream of investment under his command.
He has many ways to go, and now he has established a good relationship with the East Indian Continent. Recently, he has been in frequent contact with the Alchemy Continent, and the Northern Elf Continent has also opened up.
Everything in Shining Gold Town is developing well, there is no need to worry at all, the strength only needs to be self-protection.
"Master, you don't need to waste your energy on me. The orc clan has a population of about one million. With so many creatures, can't you find a war **** priest? You should know that I am a human being and a necromancer."
Campas could hear Karen's refusal, but he didn't mean to relax, "Indeed, the Orcs have a large population, but there aren't any who are suitable for God of War priests. I don't want to tell you about talent, but I just want to tell you, God of War The inheritance of sacrifice comes from feeling, and this feeling was obvious from the moment I came to the wasteland."
Paying close attention to Karen’s reaction, seeing that she still didn’t let up a bit, she rolled her eyes and sighed, “Hey, Karen, Hongfaer should have told you that we old things don’t have much life span. The orc race has reached the point where it will not be accepted, otherwise I would not have found you."
idiot!
At least that's what Karen thinks, he's talking to an idiot right now, this kind of bittersweet drama is going to lie to children.
Campas' expression tightened, and he really wanted to strangle Karen to death, his mouth was so frothy that the boy had no intention of letting go.
The inheritance of the Priest of the God of War is something that many creatures dream of. Now that he has been offered to his door for nothing but has been rejected, it is impossible to kneel down and beg.
Before coming to the wasteland, I had a thorough understanding of Karen's situation, and concluded from all kinds of information that this guy is a **** with no benefits, even if the knife rests on his neck, he can't see the benefits, Never let go.
I didn't believe it before, but now I really believe it.
"Karen, become the Priest of the God of War, and you will be able to rule the orcs." Campas said the benefits, staring into Karen's eyes, hoping to see a trace of greed. After all, this sentence is equivalent to telling him that in the future he will Become the ruler of the wilderness and the orc plateau, and become the master of half of the Aegean continent.
Unfortunately, he didn't see any hope.
"Master, can we be more realistic?"
Karen is really convinced. Could it be that the orcs are led by this guy whose head was kicked by a donkey? Now, he finally understands the reason why the orcs are still so backward after so many years of development. There is a problem with these sacrifices.
There is a problem at the root, it should be the sequelae of studying war songs in the temple all day long.
"Karen, the Orcs have one hundred and eight tribes, four peak legions, countless ancient inheritances, and a vast territory. You really don't want these?"
Now it's Karen's turn to slap the other party. Brother, have you ever seen someone give away for nothing in the mainland delivery? Who would dare to ask for such a big gift? We are not father and son. Great benefit to me.
There is no pie in the sky, this is a simple truth that any fool can understand, let alone Karen.
"Master, if you really think that the orcs are left alone, I have a good solution."
"any solution?"
"Isn't it a war now? You make a statement saying that the orcs have surrendered unconditionally."
Campas stood up suddenly and stared at Karen. This kid is going to turn all the orcs into slaves and hand them over to those humans. Is there still a live head?
Karen was also full of bitterness. He thought there would be some important discussion, but for half an hour, there were only a few nonsense words back and forth, and the atmosphere was not very harmonious.
What he wanted to know most was Qatar, and he even wanted to know the world of the world's elite, but this old boy didn't mention a word.
"Well, Master, how about this, I will give you the spiritual amplitude report of Beamon Behemoth in the town of Gold for free, and allow all creatures of the orc race to pass through the wasteland for free, and use the Mississippi River with a 30% discount." Karen said. Take out your biggest chips as much as possible.
"No!" Campas replied bitterly, the eagerness just now was no longer on his face, on the contrary, there was a trace of majesty unique to a superior, especially looking at Karen, as if he owed millions.
"Okay, let's put aside the God of War priest, let's talk about business, Qatar's original body is a bone demon, you know about it."
"Oh!" Karen pretended to be surprised, but actually knew about it a long time ago, "The seventh-ranked demon in the war demon plane a hundred years ago?"
Campas nodded: "That's right, the Bone Demon is powerful, even if I fight alone, there is a risk of falling. I am looking for you now, not only because of your outstanding contribution in the wasteland, but also because of a list. "
"The list?" Karen asked suspiciously, he had never heard of it.
"The Qatar list, which the four of us discovered after defeating Qatar, records the 500 most talented people in the Aegean continent in the past century, and you are among them."
Karen still didn't understand why Qatar had nothing to do, "Master, is this list tricky?"
"Hehe, yes, have you heard of the dead witch?"
"No, is it a Necromancer?"
Campas shook his head, "No, it is a kind of death wizard transformed into a death wizard through a special ritual when a creature is about to die. These wizards will give different abilities according to the transformation circle, but if you want to become a death wizard, Two conditions are required." Looking up at Karen, he said, "First, you must be talented, only those who are sufficiently intelligent and outstanding can become a death witch. Second, you are completely voluntary."
"Master, are you saying that this list has something to do with the dead witch?" Karen asked suspiciously. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
"I'm just guessing! But Qatar has been collecting these special talents for hundreds of years. His resources are spread all over the Aegean continent. Judging from the data provided by Merlin, the Warlock Commander, and the Sea Clan, the creatures on the list were all closely related to Qatar. , and finally disappeared for no reason, you should know what it means?"
Karen didn't know, but he still couldn't figure out the intention of the war priest.
I started to give myself a copy of the God of War Bridge, and just now I made myself a priest of the God of War. I always feel that this person has serious mental problems, so I have to be careful when I speak now.
At least figure out what this guy is doing here.
The more confused you are, the more terrified Karen is, like a pig that is about to die when the butcher asks you nonsense.
"Master, which one am I?" Karen found a good one among dozens of questions.
"The last one!" Campas stared at Karen strangely: "On the list of 500 people, there are only three people left. You, me, and Merlin, I am the last one."