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"Save us, merciful high priest."

"I don't want to die, I still have three children to raise."

Countless hands, stained with blood and mud, reached out from all directions toward the summit, trying to grasp this last chance for life.

Those orcs who were not poisoned also knelt down, pleading desperately for their loved ones and companions.

However, faced with this tragic scene and the earth-shattering pleas, the peak remained unmoved, like a cold statue.

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, held no pity. He coldly kicked away the minotaur's bloody hand, his voice icy.

"No, this is fate, the bitter fruit you chose to swallow."

Peak held his staff high, his voice echoing through the night sky.

"The great god who stole the crown is merciful, so he just gave you a final warning through my words, which is the only time the god will forgive you."

“However, you have rejected the goodwill of the gods and even blasphemed Him with your foolish words. The gods have already imposed punishment. If I were to intervene now, I would be going against the will of the gods.”

“That would not only fail to save you, but would also anger the great god of the crown thief.”

Peak deliberately exaggerated the severity of the situation, his tone filled with authority.

"Once you have thoroughly angered the gods, they will unleash a world-destroying plague that is a hundred or a thousand times more terrifying than it is now. At that time, not only you, but the entire Blackrock Fortress, and even all the orcs on this continent, will perish in this cataclysm."

Chapter 186 Forgive This Land

"I absolutely cannot let the whole world be buried with you because I pity you."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes again, clasped his hands together, stood in place in a posture of utmost piety, and chanted softly.

"Great God of the Crown Thief, please bless this land devoured by calamity, and may your wrath be quelled soon..."

Then, pulling the madman along, he stepped over the writhing bodies on the ground and continued walking away into the distance without a second thought.

"No, the high priest cannot leave."

Seeing the peak so resolute, the orcs lying on the ground fell into true despair.

They knew that once the man in black disappeared at the end of the street, their lives would come to an end.

A fox-clan beastman, whose poisoning was less severe, mustered his last breath and shouted loudly.

"High Priest, we are willing to atone for our sins, we are willing to give everything, please, as long as you can save us, we will even be your slaves for generations to come."

He paused slightly at the peak, but did not turn around.

With his back to everyone, he sighed in a tone full of regret.

“Your wealth and lives are worthless in the eyes of the gods. Meng Er and I have a more important sacred mission. We must set off immediately to collect food for the great God of the Crown Thief. We have no time to linger here.”

"Food? What food?"

One of the werewolves, who wasn't poisoned, keenly picked up on the word and immediately pressed for an answer.

Peak slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and said, word by word.

"Humans, the great god of the crown thief, their favorite sacrifices and food are living humans. Only by devouring enough human souls can the god feel pleasure."

"Humans?"

Upon hearing this word, all the orcs present were stunned.

In the brief silence, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the end of the street.

Several orc messengers on horseback galloped through the streets, shouting at the top of their lungs as they ran.

"Something terrible has happened!"

"A large-scale unknown plague has broken out in the barracks area in the east of the city. Hundreds of elite soldiers have been poisoned and collapsed, vomiting blood."

"The same was true of the slave market in the west of the city; a large number of overseers and merchants collapsed after drinking the well water."

"The same is true in the mining area north of the city. Thousands of orcs who drank the well water have been poisoned. The whole town is filled with wails. The city lord has ordered that all water sources be sealed off immediately. Everyone must not drink the well water anymore. Run!"

As the messenger's shouts faded into the distance, the neighborhood erupted in chaos.

"It's over, it's all over."

"All the water sources in our Blackrock Fortress have been contaminated."

"This is truly a world-ending plague. We won't even have water to drink anymore, and everyone in the city will die."

Fear instantly infected everyone.

Those orcs who had been hesitant before were now completely devastated.

They knew that if the plague was not dealt with, not only would the people on earth die, but the entire Blackrock Fortress would become a dead city.

The high priest before them, who could communicate with the gods and bestow holy water, was the only savior for these hundreds of thousands of orcs.

"High Priest, you can't leave!"

"Humans, we have them, we have many humans."

In a flash, hundreds and thousands of orcs who were not poisoned, including street vendors and patrolling guards, all rushed forward.

People knelt around the summit, forming a vast, dark sea of ​​worshippers.

"High Priest, please pray to the God of the Crown Thief for his grace. We will give you as many humans as you want, as long as you can save us."

Peak looked at the group of orcs who were usually high and mighty and treated humans like beasts to be trampled on at will, but now they were kneeling at his feet like stray dogs, wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

His voice still carried that sense of helplessness and hesitation.

"You humans here? Hmph, my god has extremely high requirements for sacrifices. He needs to eat a lot of humans, and they must be alive. Can your kind satisfy the god's appetite?"

"Yes, absolutely."

A tiger-headed man, dressed in ornate leather armor and clearly a minor nobleman, tumbled and crawled to the front.

His wife had just drunk a large mouthful of well water, and now her eyes were rolling back in her head, and she was about to pass out.

Tiger-headed Man grabbed Peak's boots and cried out in anguish.

"My lord, there are a hundred human slaves in my manor, and they are all perfectly healthy, clean, and of the highest quality."

“If you can grant me a single drop of holy water to revive my wife, I am willing to immediately sign a transfer contract and offer every single human slave in my household to the divine being.”

"Yes, my family has dozens too."

“There are thousands of humans locked up in the slave trading houses in the west of the city. Let’s go and buy them all and offer them to the gods.”

"Please, High Priest, have mercy!"

In order to survive, these orcs did not hesitate to use the humans they regarded as property and livestock as bargaining chips in exchange for holy water.

Seeing that the fire was fully cooked, Feng finally let out a long sigh.

"Very well, considering your piety, I will make an exception and offer one last prayer to the great God of the Crown Thief on your behalf."

"But I cannot guarantee whether the gods will accept your offerings and bestow their blessings."

Peak suddenly slammed his staff heavily into the stone slab in front of him.

He sat cross-legged, formed a complex hand seal, closed his eyes, and began to rapidly chant an obscure incantation.

Of course, he made that up.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence once again. All the orcs held their breath, and even the poisoned orcs gritted their teeth, not daring to let out loud howls, for fear of disturbing the high priest's communication with the gods.

Time passed by, second by second.

"boom!"

Another deafening, violent thunderclap echoed through the sky.

A bolt of lightning, thicker and more violent than before, struck directly at a towering stone statue less than ten meters from the summit.

The statue, carved from hard black stone, instantly shattered into dust under the terrifying heat of the lightning strike.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Under the power of the thunder, Dianfeng suddenly opened his eyes.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and in a weary yet incredibly solemn voice, addressed the trembling orcs around him.

"The gods have issued a divine decree."

At the peak, he raised his hands high, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Thanks to the great God of the Crown Thief, he has felt the sincerity of your offerings, and with his boundless mercy, he is willing to forgive this land once again."

Chapter 187 Cholera with Medicine

"He agrees to accept you humans as sacrifices and will send down endless holy water of life to save all the creatures here afflicted by the plague."

"boom!"

Upon hearing these words, the beastmen in the entire square erupted in a frenzied cheer and weeping, as if they had survived a catastrophe.

"There's hope! We're saved!"

"On behalf of all the people here, I thank the God who stole the crown for his supreme mercy."

Peak shouted loudly, took the lead, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, great God of Crown Stealing!!!"

"Thank you, God of the Crown Thief!!!"

At this moment, tens of thousands of orcs, whether noble nobles, lowly laborers, or even the city defense soldiers who were on their way, were present.

Upon hearing this news, they all unhesitatingly dropped their weapons and knelt down devoutly in the direction of the peak, towards that empty sky.

The unified shouts of gratitude echoed throughout the entire Blackrock Fortress.

And the two, standing at the pinnacle of this pilgrimage center and the madman, exchanged a smile.

A crisp notification sound suddenly rang in their ears at the same time.

[Ding! Large-scale faction intervention by players detected]

[Hidden Quest Triggered: Blackrock Fortress - Plague and Cholera, Rescue Humanity]