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eadx (); "What? "Impossible!" Diallo looked incredulous. "Are you telling the truth?"

"It's true!"

The one who replied wasn't the griffin squad leader, but the commander of the Holy Crusaders, Wharton, who nodded expressionlessly. "It's true, the ancient necromancers are that powerful. Their strange, terrifying necromancers and endless attacks make it hard for you to defend against them!"

"A hundred thousand years ago, the Holy Church was nothing more than a small power, while the Necromancers who trained in Necromancy were the greatest powers in the entire continent. Their name was … the Church of the Sky Disaster!"

Wharton paused for a moment. "This is Mount Hyjal's secret book collection vault. Before departing, I specially went inside to search for books and information regarding necromancy …"

In the fifth volume of the ancient scroll, it is recorded that 100,000 years ago, the continent was ruled by the Church of Calamity of the Undead. As they are becoming more and more unpopular, they made the entire continent furious, thus, the Holy Church took the initiative to resist, blowing the horn of the "Holy War", and a great war is about to begin … "

"The war lasted for seven years, and the Holy Church finally defeated the Church of Calamity. The continent ended its rule of darkness and finally regained its former glory …"

Everyone quietly listened without breathing. With their status, they had no chance to hear a secret like this.

Wharton's gaze swept across the faces of everyone present, then he said in a low voice, "Do you think that the difference between the human race and the beastmen, elves, and magical beasts is simply too great?"

Compared to humans, the elves and orcs were much stronger. For instance, the orcs that lived in the cold regions, their physical attributes were countless times stronger than the humans, and a two year old orc child could beat up an adult human to the point where he could search the ground for his teeth. As long as the orcs were adults, they didn't need to cultivate much, they were already qualified warriors, not to mention the fact that the orcs had all kinds of combat skills.

Wharton smiled slightly. "According to the records of the five ancient scrolls, a hundred thousand years ago, it was precisely this Church of Calamity that had oppressed the beastmen, elves, and magical beasts to the point of suffocating them. At that time, no one dared to disobey the orders of the Church of Calamity! The words of the Church of Calamity is the decree! "

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air when they heard this. For a human force to be able to suppress the beastmen, elves, and magical beasts to the point that they had to obey orders, just how much strength did that require?

The innate talents of the beastmen, elves, and magical beasts were innate. A hundred thousand years ago, they were naturally a high level race.

What was a high level race? The stronger a race was, the higher their level of strength. Under the same conditions, a ten-year-old human youth could not beat a ten-year-old orc youth. This was the natural advantage of a race, and a low race like the human race could not be compared with them.

A hundred thousand years ago, during the time of the Church of Calamity, human beings of low race had actually suppressed magical beasts, elves, and orcs of higher race, immobilizing them. What kind of world was this?

In this world where strength was the most important thing, without strength, how could one suppress them? It was fine if they didn't want to destroy you, but in the eyes of the common humans, it was impossible for a human race to achieve such a feat.

This thought flashed in everyone's mind, "Could it be that the human race from 100,000 years ago was a high level race?"

"Hehe!" What are you worried about? " After a long silence, Diallo actually smiled, but his smile was a little forced. "Even if the Necromancy Church is powerful, isn't it still destroyed by our Holy Church?"

Diallo smiled and said, "Isn't this also a clear proof that our Holy Church is more powerful than any Church of Calamity?"

Wharton thought for a moment, then let out a sigh. "Diallo, what you say is reasonable, but in the records of this ancient scroll, there are many things that are unclear. Whether or not these things are true, and what happened at that time that cannot be verified. I've been thinking, in the history of the Holy Church, were there such powerful existences?"

Wharton shook his head. "Even at the height of our Holy Church's power, we were merely on equal footing with the various higher races. It's far from the level of the Church of Natural Disaster!"

"Ugh!" "This!" "Perhaps it's because our ancestors were too strong, and we were just too much of a disappointment as juniors!" It's said that the human race's strength is much weaker than the ancient era! "

Wharton shook his head, waving his hand as he said, "Let's not talk about this. No matter how powerful the Church of Calamity or the Necromantic Magic are, they can't change the fact that they are heretics and the incarnation of evil. If they stand opposite of justice, they are destined to perish!"

"No matter where he goes, he'll be wiped out by us mentally and physically. This is our mission, our mission!"

Wharton waved his hand, took a deep breath, then slammed down. "Let's go!"

… ….

The green grass was gloomy, and the cool wind blew gently. After the cold winter had passed, the earth was once again brimming with vitality. With a single glance, one could only see the scene of an abundance of spring.

A simple building suddenly appeared amidst the green grass.

A small mercenary station!

The Mercenary Station was a place for the mercenaries to rest and eat outside. They were usually on the way from one city to another. When the mercenaries saw these buildings, it felt like they were looking for a home.

Indeed, the mercenaries that roamed around the world all year round didn't have a fixed home. The Mercenary Station could be said to be a warm home for the mercenaries.

There was everything they wanted, fine food, comfortable beds, and beautiful women.

"Let's rest here for a while!" Ron, who had been walking for a long time, was tired, thirsty, and hungry. Seeing a tavern ahead of him, he smiled and was in a good mood.

As soon as Ron walked through the door, a pungent smell of sweat drifted over. He looked inside and saw that the simple dozen or so tables were practically filled with people. Looks like this simple pub business is pretty good, Ron thought.

Ron found a seat on the second floor and sat down. Not long later, a waiter came over and greeted him with a big smile, "Hello sir, this is the Mercenary Station. May I ask what you would like to order?"

Ron casually ordered a few things, and the waiter wrote them down. After a while, he said, "Sir, I'll take five gold coins!"

"Ha!" So expensive? " Ron was taken aback by the price the waiter had offered, which, as far as he knew, was only worth a few silver coins.

Ron was a little hurt, so he asked, "Well. Can the price be cheaper? "

The waiter had a professional smile on his face, "Sorry, sir, the price of our mercenary station is the same across the entire continent!"

"So it's like that!" Ron nodded helplessly and dropped five gold coins.

"Very well, sir. Please take out the mercenary medal and register it!" The waiter took the money and said with a smile.

"Uh, you want this for a meal?" Ron stared with his eyes wide open, an expression of disbelief on his face. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't have this thing!"

"Oh, mister is not a mercenary!" When the servant heard this, his face immediately turned cold, and he said stiffly, "Then I'm sorry Sir, according to our Mercenary Guild's rules, for non-mercenaries to eat at the Mercenary Station, we will double the fee, which means, Sir, you have to pay 10 gold coins!"

"What?" You even want to increase the price? " Hearing this, Ron almost jumped up in joy. Five gold coins was already outrageously expensive. If he wasn't a mercenary right now, then he would have to double the price. How could he let others live? This was simply robbing money!

These ten to twenty gold coins were not worth much to the mercenaries. Ron could afford it too, but he was used to being frugal and would not want to split a single gold coin into two halves.

The servant's face turned cold, he said, "Sir, our Mercenary Union's rules are like this, after all we only serve mercenaries. For humanitarian reasons, we also accept non-mercenaries spending here, but the price is double, Sir, if you do not intend to eat here, then please leave!"

The commotion in the area had attracted the attention of the surrounding mercenaries. They saw the waiter arguing with someone who was not a mercenary, and they could see a hint of a threatening gaze towards them.

"Alright! I will give it to you! " Ron helplessly took out ten gold coins from his spatial space and threw it on the table. Right now, his bag was very hungry, so no matter how expensive it was, he could only pinch his nose and accept it.

Even after receiving the money, the waiter's gaze remained cold, as if he was a completely different person from before. Ever since he knew that he wasn't a mercenary, the waiter had never given him a good look.

"Tsk, what's so special about that. Isn't it just a mercenary? Sometimes I can do anything and become a mercenary! " Ron said indignantly as he watched the waiter walk away.

At this moment, an elderly voice entered his ears.

"Little Brother, you're very good, give me some money!" Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.