Shamans were intelligent believers. They could control the power of magic.
Of course.
They could not just rely on themselves.
Lorne would have to bless them for them to ascend.
After all, magic had always been a sacred and inviolable power in this world.
"Thank you, my god, for your blessing!"
The kobold leader called out respectfully.
Behind him, the weak kobolds were also affected by his words and began to revere Lorne even more.
The deeper their faith, the more Power of Faith Lorne would get.
However, let's not talk about that for now.
The most important thing at the moment was the winged dragon's sacrifice.
That was a creature that was close to Tier-Three.
If it was amplified a hundred times, what level would the final product reach?
Lorne was looking forward to it.
He passed down his divine mandate.
He asked the newly promoted kobold leader to lead the kobolds in a live sacrifice.
As the orcs had already experienced a sacrifice, a year hadn't passed yet, so they weren't allowed to continue this sacrifice for now.
Multiple sacrifices would affect the believers' spirits.
However, the first sacrifice would not affect the believers' spirits. Instead, it would increase their faith in the gods.
Furthermore, this was a live sacrifice.
Perhaps, this group of mindless kobolds could become true believers.
As lowly believers who had been blessed, the kobolds were extremely excited.
A group of orcs dragged the winged dragon over.
This Tier-Two creature who once stood at the top was now on the verge of death.
Its injuries were still very serious. There were at least a hundred wounds on its body and its wings had been sliced in half.
However, it still had the bloodline of a dragon.
Although it was not pure, its powerful body allowed it to heal.
From its defeat until now, only an hour had passed but the wounds on the winged dragon's body had already started to heal.
Unfortunately, the orcs had been watching over it.
Whenever its wounds showed any signs of healing, it would receive new attacks.
So it didn't stand a chance.
It could only lie in the square, waiting to be sacrificed during the sacrificial ceremony.
Looking at the hundreds of people on the square, the winged dragon's heart was as dead as ash.
Not long ago, ss the Holy Spirit, it clearly felt the fall of his god.
Its faith completely collapsed at that moment.
At this moment, it no longer had any desire to struggle.
Other than fearing this unfamiliar god, it had no other thoughts.
"Place the sacrifice here..."
Under the command of the orc chief, the winged dragon was placed at the entrance of the temple.
Hot blood was flowing over the ground.
Powerful blood energy filled the entire square.
The orc chief led everyone to respectfully kneel on the ground.
After such a fierce battle, his faith in gods became even more resolute.
Vaguely.
He had reached a threshold.
It seemed that he could break through the boundary at any time.
Unfortunately, due to his potential, he wasn't qualified to become a god's Holy Spirit.
After praying respectfully, the orc chief straightened his body and raised the staff in his hand.
"I shall strictly obey my god's order!"
"Now! Sacrifice this winged dragon to my god!"
The orc chief shouted loudly.
The orcs and kobolds who heard the god's mandate roared.
"Live sacrifice!"
"Live sacrifice!"
"Live sacrifice!"
The Mond orcs roared with incomparable fanaticism.
After experiencing their first god war, all the Mond orcs' faith in the gods had been greatly enhanced.
The originally devout believers had now become fanatics.
Even the young orcs that were born later had become devout believers of the God of Thunder and Fire after experiencing the war.
"Awoooo!"
In comparison, the kobolds only humbly echoed.
There were too many cursory believers among them, and they didn't dare to make a sound in such an occasion.
Under the leadership of the orc chief and the kobold leader, the grand sacrificial ceremony began.
The bonfire burned.
The winged dragon was placed in front of the temple.
All the orcs and kobolds knelt in front of the temple, paying their highest respect to the god.
"Great God of Thunder and Fire, you have given us a new life, you have given us hope."
"You have illuminated our path!"
"You are our ancestor!"
"You are our faith!"
"You are the supreme existence of the Monde tribe!"
The orcs prayed with the orc leader, their voices passionate and fanatical.
The kobolds lowered their heads and followed the prayer.
"We are grateful to you!"
"We wish for you to be immortal!"
"Today, your humble believers will sacrifice this winged dragon to you!"
"We request for your protection and guide the Monde tribe in the right direction!"
The orc chief opened his hands and raised his magic staff in his hands.
At this moment.
Boom!
An incomparably hot light shot out.
Terrifying flames engulfed the entire temple and lit up the sky above the Mond tribe.
At the same time, a solemn and holy aura came from all directions.
The power of the gods covered the entire Mond tribe.
Blazing flames burned!
Endless thunderclaps sounded!
Snowflakes flew all over the sky!
The three types of divine powers fused together and formed a might so powerful that it caused the believers in the entire tribe to fear.
The winged dragon raised its heavy eyes.
It couldn't believe what it was feeling.
Within that incomparably violent energy, there was an extremely familiar aura.
That was Dorgus' aura!
It was the god it once believed in!
How was this possible?
Wasn't that god destroyed?
The winged dragon looked at the changes in the temple in shock.
Even the kobolds were stunned.
They also felt the aura of the deceased god. They didn't know if it was because their uneasy hearts found a sense of belonging, but now they actually calmed down.
Their faith in this god was rapidly increasing.
Soon, more than half of the cursory believers evolved into true believers at this moment.
This was the same as their previous faith.
The only difference was the object of their faith.
The original Dorgus had become the current Lorne.
As for the orcs kneeling in front, they were stunned for a moment, but then they became ecstatic.
This was because they could feel that the god they worshiped seemed to have grasped the power of the false god and became even stronger.
And a strong god meant that their group of believers had a better future.
Therefore, the orcs were all proud of being believers in this god. At the same time, they felt extremely honored for their god to descend here.