The night is unprecedentedly cold.

The cold wind blowing from the Misoda Gorge had a faint chilling sound.

Milan slowly walked into the front of the temple with a can of mashed herbs. Her ears were filled with painful moans of the wounded, and Sister Serena's whispered comfort. There was a smell of blood in the air, and some bloody bandages were scattered on the ground, and some smell of disinfectant water were lying in the corner of the temple. The town's garrison captain Mokad sat under the stone pillar of the temple with one hand holding a long sword, and there was a bloody wound on his left arm.

This is left by the wereggar!

There has always been a group of terrible zombies near the Misoda Canyon. They believe in the demon lord of the 422nd floor of the bottomless abyss [King of the Gnoves] - Jenogu. These zombies are quite difficult to deal with. Since their half-elves migrated here, their struggle with the zombies has never stopped.

By the way.

This is a half-elf town.

Many people in front of us seem to be different from humans, but in fact they are all half-elves, but the bloodline of elves is relatively thin. At present, most residents of the town have less than one-quarter of the bloodline of elves.

"Damn werewolf!"

A town guard let out a painful roar. Because he was angry, his wound cracked again. The doctor who was responsible for taking care of him immediately told him not to move around, otherwise the wound would not stop bleeding at all.

Milan, who is only sixteen years old this year, walked forward with his head down.

Because she is a half-elves, she looks very petite, only at the height of a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in humans. However, she is naturally very agile, and many people in this town are good at it.

"Milan."

A low male voice rang out, and the tall garrison officer stopped wiping his weapons, walked to the girl and said, "Go inside and see if your father succeeded."

The little girl nodded obediently, put down the medicine jar and walked towards the back of the temple.

There was a dead silence behind the temple.

The worship here is [Half Elf and the God of Wanderer] - Kester, who is the successor of [God of Thieves] - Max. Because the shadow domain fell into the hands of [Lord of Shadow], [Half Elf and the God of Wanderer] - Kester had to rely on his own race to include the weak realm of the half Elf into his own clergy. From that time on, His faith began to be widely spread within the half Elf, and His priest also became an important force within the half Elf.

There is a prayer room behind the temple.

Milan approached carefully and gently pushed the door into it.

There was a middle-aged man in a priest's robe kneeling inside. In front of him was an exquisite shrine, in which the statue of the "Half-Elf and the Wanderer' was erected.

"My Lord Kest!"

"You are the guide of the wanderer, the blessing of the half-elves!"

"Your humble believer Bernier Kasadik prays for your response!...Pray that you will give divine magic to help my tribe!...The gnolls are raging in our homeland!...They believe in the demon lord of the bottomless abyss [King of the Gnolls]-Jenogu!...My tribes suffer heavy losses!...Many brave warriors fell under the minions of the gnolls!..."

"Great Lord!"

"Your humble believers pray for you to help us!... Your believers need the divine art you give to save and protect!..."

"My Lord Kest!"

"Your humble servant prays for your response!...If you hear my voice!...Pray for you to guide us!...Many tribesmen have already fallen down!...We ask for help from the church in Luoye City!...but we have not received any response!...We lack food, weapons, and warriors!..."

"If you don't respond to the servant's prayer, I'm afraid everything here will be ruined by war!"

Prayer becomes crying.

The middle-aged man knelt in front of the statue of the god. He felt like he had lost his faith and had lost his soul.

"dad!……"

Milan's eyes were slightly red, and she quickly walked over to help the shaking middle-aged man. Tears as big as beans could not be stopped.

My father has been kneeling for three days.

He has not eaten or drunk for the past three days, and has been praying for the gods' responses, but has not received any reply.

Without the gift of magic, no response, and even the glory of the temple was gradually dissipating. The attacks of the werewolf were getting more and more fierce. Uncle Bastein had been killed in battle, and Brother Boro was also killed in battle. Uncle Calado was also killed in battle. His father, who was once extremely powerful and had saved many lives, has now become an ordinary person. He can no longer use any magic. He can no longer treat the wounded, nor can he protect the town.

My father is in pain!

Milan knew very well how much he loved the town he had built himself, and she knew very well that her father was willing to give everything for it, including his own life.

But now everything will be destroyed by war!

The crazy attack of the werewolf caused them to suffer heavy losses. Orcs from the other side of the mountain were also ready to move, and the huge ogre footprints appeared on the edge.

Losing the protection of the gods and losing the magic of the priests.

Their losses in battle began to increase exponentially. Relying on the treatment of herbs alone, only more and more warriors would fall in the end!

My father was in pain.

He prayed to the gods over and over again, but still did not respond.

"Milan!..."

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at his cute daughter. His eyes were covered with blood. He raised his hand and gently stroked the silky long hair of half the elf girl, and then stood up staggeringly.

Sharp!

His father drew out his long sword, and he walked towards the corner step by step, putting on a pair of steel-forged half-body armor on his body.

He hasn't worn armor for a long time.

Milan walked over slowly and carefully helped her father wear the armor. She understood what her father wanted to do. As a once extremely powerful priest, he could only rely on this to fight after losing all his magical techniques.

"Tomorrow you will leave with them and go to Luoye City, which is our capital, and someone will accept you and protect you there."

"I'll break the back with the others!"

My father's voice was determined, and this tone of death made her cry.

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Falling Leaf City, Bone-breaking High Slope.

A team of fully armed half-elf warriors were stalking here. They lit a bonfire and sat around with a little lonely and sad expression.

"Stand!"

"Baccaro!...you must hold on!...don't die!...Pastor Fina will save you soon!...you must hold on!..."

The warrior suppressed the sorrow of pain.

A faint smell of blood filled the air. A wounded man was lying on the ground. His ribs on his chest were sunken. His breathing was already very weak. Such a serious injury was difficult to save with the medicine alone.

On the other side of the bonfire.

A half-elf woman with long golden hair knelt on the ground, holding a lifelike statue of her god in her palm, praying with great devotion: "My Lord Kest!"

"You are the guide of the wanderer, the blessing of the half-elves!"

"Your humble servant prays for your response!...The warrior who fought to protect your faith is almost dead!...He killed six werewolfs alone!...He once defeated ogres, defeated orcs, defeated vampires!...He fought bravely to protect your glory!... Now he is about to die!... Your humble servant Fina prays for you to give him divine magic to save him!...If you can hear my prayer!... Please give me guidance!..."

Tears fell down drop by drop.

The painful moans in my ears became weaker and weaker, and my chest gradually stopped, and my breathing disappeared bit by bit.

The young half-elves girl was filled with tears. She stood up blankly and looked up at the starry sky without seeing any light.

Faith is collapsing.

She came to the warrior who died in battle like a walking corpse, knelt down and raised her hand to gently stroke his cold side face, tears fell down. At this moment, she couldn't cry: "Brother!...I'm sorry!...I'm sorry!..."

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The surface world, spider forest.

"ah!!!"

Sauron's figure suddenly sat up. At this moment, he was covered in sweat, his chest was undulating violently, and the heavy breathing echoed, making him look like a bellows.

"What's going on?!"

The expression on Sauron's face was very strange. He pressed his hands on his temples and murmured: "Why is this happening? Why do you have such a dream!..."
Chapter completed!