"Yes. Once the battle begins, I'll need you to provide the soldiers with aura and healing support!" Roland nodded at Charlie Pross.
"It would be my honor. However, as the Dragon God's messenger walking among mortals, I prefer to use my light to enlighten these lost lambs! To give them a father's warmth!" Charlie Pross said humbly.
"Those Orcs have forgotten the fear of being ruled by the Empire. It is time to remind them of their former status!" Charlie Pross smiled benevolently, but Roland could not help feeling the hairs on his neck stand up. Great bishop of the Dragon God Temple, does your so-called benevolence mean capturing Orcs as slave laborers? Making them work day and night? And giving them a free "hundred-pull draw" every day they log in?
The Northern Border Great Wall had been built by the Empire atop Orc corpses. Beneath every long stone lay the ghost of an Orc. No fewer Orcs had died beneath Imperial whips than had fallen in battle. Even after death, the Empire adhered to the principle of making full use of waste, burning their bodies into compost. From inside to out, from life to death, it could be said that the Empire had led these lost "lambs" toward purification.
"..." Roland pursed his lips, unsure how to respond. Priest Charlie Pross's methods of purification were a little too hardcore. It was not that Charlie Pross's suggestion was bad, but the kingdom currently lacked the means to let those Orcs live the happy life of receiving a "hundred-pull draw" every day. Population and land both constrained the kingdom's development. Otherwise, how could Roland bear to slaughter all such fine "big livestock"?
"Uh, Charlie Pross, what you said makes sense, but realistically, we currently do not have the conditions to send