"Beastmen, humans, gray dwarves, and ratmen. There are already believers of four races.”
"There will be more in the future."
" The current plan is too chaotic. It's not conducive to the growth of believers, nor is it conducive to the growth of faith.”
"Maybe-"
"It's time to build a city."
Half a month later.
Li Yue passed a blueprint to Archbishop Hogg.
With the Order of Thunder as the leader, the four great races would be arranged.
Start building the city!
Of course.
A city could not be built in a day.
But after all, he had to eat bite by bite.
If he didn't eat it.
It would never grow up.
"My Lord, your humble servant will obey your oracle.”
Hogg said respectfully.
His eyes were filled with passion and excitement.
Build a city!
A city that belonged solely to the believers of the God of Lightning!
In his opinion.
It was an important symbol of the Thunder Order's growing strength!
Archbishop Hogg went to the gray dwarf tribe.
This was a small mountain near the Gewush tribe.
Some of the gray dwarves who moved here lived here.
They were already used to it.
He lived in a cave.
As for the remaining duergar.
Naturally, he would stay in the mine to continue mining and forging.
"Esteemed Archbishop Hogg."
Okale smiled and bowed.
"Hello, my dear friend."
Archbishop Hogg smiled.
He did not look down on Okale just because he was the Archbishop of the Order of Thunder.
After all-
He was only a Tier 3 Commander-level Spell Caster.
As for Okale.
It was a Tier 4 Lord Spell Caster.
At the same time.
He was also the spiritual leader of thousands of gray dwarves.
"I didn't know that Lord Officiator had come…"
Okkalai did not waste any time and asked directly.
This was also the Dwarves 'style.
Of course.
Archbishop Hogg, as a half-orc, had the same style.
"My Lord has passed down an oracle to build a city."
His voice was solemn and solemn.
"Build a city?"
"I understand what Lord Officiator means.”
"My Lord's oracle, the Blade Tribe will do our best!”
Okale's eyes lit up, and he did not hesitate.
As for architecture-
The Grey Dwarves.
He still had some experience.
After all-
In the underground world.
The Grey Dwarves were vassals of the Dark Elves.
The main task was to help the Dark Elves mine, forge, and build a Buried City!
"May my Lord bless the Blade Tribe."
Archbishop Hogg hammered his chest three times and said piously.
……
In a hidden underground area more than 260 kilometers away.
A large number of Ratfolk were like shadows, standing silently everywhere.
Every Ratfolk.
Their eyes were filled with devotion and fanaticism.
They were wearing tight black leather armor and holding daggers.
He was dressed like an assassin.
At the center of the tribe, in the Ancestral Shrine Divine Domain.
The God of Concealment looked at himself excitedly.
It was a bone dragon with red soul fire burning in its eyes!
Its wings were over a hundred meters long, and every bone was covered with strange patterns.
It had a pale but iron-like luster.
Its claws were sharp.
The dragon's might swayed gently, and its tip flickered with a terrifying cold light.
"Great Lord, your loyal servant, Theodore, pays you the highest respect!”
The huge bone dragon lowered its head and let out a deep and cold voice.
"Very good!"
The God of Concealment was filled with excitement.
A tier 8 legendary bone dragon!
With this bone dragon around.
There was also the 'profession altar' that the true god had given him, allowing his believers 'strength to soar.
He was now completely confident.
It could cut off the head of the God of Lightning!
Thinking of this…
His entire face flushed red.
His heart surged.
There was no hesitation.
In this underground space.
His divine might shook as his voice resounded like the might of the heavens,
"My brave believers, set off!"
"Use the weapons in your hands to tear apart all enemies!”
"I'm watching you from my divine kingdom!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
God Domain opened.
A bone dragon with a wingspan of more than a hundred meters flew out.
"Ang!"
A shocking dragon roar exploded!
All the Ratfolk felt dizzy.
However, they looked at the gigantic bone dragon with fanatical expressions.
"The glory of our Lord is eternal!"
"My Lord's believers, kill!"
"Kill all those damn false gods!”
The priest of the Hidden God waved his staff and shouted excitedly.
Rumble!
The bone dragon was the leader.
The 800 Ratfolk, who had been promoted to the rank 2 soldier, Throat Cutter, followed suit.
Other than that.
There were also over 50 Type 3 Ratfolk.
There were also more than ten Type 4 Ratfolk!
These-
They were all gifts from the true god of the undead, Jermaia!
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