Chapter 7 Mercenary ()

Since the prophet Mora, people no longer say easily: "I will go out for a walk." The prophet Mora said this back then, and then left, and it took many years to come back. When he came back, many people even forgot that he was once a prophet in the temple and was chosen by God himself.

Morah got up early in the morning and went to the riverside of the temple to take a bath. Then he returned to the temple and greeted the priests and elders in the temple one after another, just as he did. However, when he was greeting the prophet Eli, Eli, who had been sleeping, suddenly woke up and looked at Morah and said, "My son, may God be with you!" Morah was startled, but then he vaguely understood that this was God's will, so he didn't say anything else. He just said to Eli, "May God be with you, elder!" and then went out.

Back in his house, Mora changed into a gray robe and a pair of sturdy shoes made of cowhide, picked up the shepherd stick given to him by the man who couldn't see clearly, and then walked out of the palace gate.

Some priests outside the temple and those who often talk to Mora when they saw Mora wearing such a dress that looked like a long journey, they asked him in surprise: "Mora, where are you going?"

Mora smiled gently, with a bright and gentle look on her face several other girls who had been paying attention to Mora near the temple blushed, "I'll go out for a walk."

Although those people were surprised that Mora's outfit was too formal, they all thought that this was just because the boy had been staying in the hall for a long time and wanted to go out to the grassland or home to take a look.

No one would have thought that Mora left like this, and no one knew why Mora left, because the two priests who had always opposed Mora in the temple, Masa and Ulig, no one was not good to Mora, and no one knew why he left, but they all secretly guessed that maybe this was the will of the gods.

It was not until later that Eli, the prophet who raised Mora, died and was buried in the tomb of his ancestors, but Mora did not appear. It was not until then that people knew that Mora had really left. As the years changed, people gradually forgot this once "Little Prophet of Ephraim". Even later, Mora's two brothers left Ephraim and entered the royal court to fight for all the people of the Canaan tribes. People could not remember such a once young prophet until he came back many years later.

Mora was getting farther and farther away from the temple, and finally climbed up a mound. He looked at the temple. Mora took a stick in his hand and walked down the hill step by step, heading towards another avenue. There were few Canaanites passing through that avenue except during wars. Because that road leads to the land of the alien race.

Moral walked on that road and didn't walk far, he met a caravan's mercenary spy who was sent to walk first in front of a fork. There were more than a dozen horse-riding people wearing light armor, holding longbows in their hands, and a knife behind their waists, and a pot of arrows on both sides of the horse. Those people saw a young man coming from afar and didn't take it seriously. But one of the mercenaries riding horses made a joke, pulled out an arrow and shot it half a hand away from Moral. The others did not stop him, and they were all smiling at Moral's jokes.

But Mora seemed to have not seen the movement of the mercenary, and let him pull the bow and aim at him, and then shot the arrow at a place only half a step away from him, without any panic. The dozen mercenaries who were originally waiting to see the boy laughed at him, and when they saw the boy so calm, they were frivolous, but they were definitely not fools. Some people immediately pulled the bow and arrow at Mora, and some people pulled out the knife behind their waists and gradually walked forward.

One of the people who seemed to be the captain asked, "Boy, who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?"

Mora turned a blind eye to their great enemy and replied, "I am from the land of Ephraim of the Canaanite tribes, named Mora. I am going to the nations of the world and meet you here. Please let me walk with you for a while, for I have not prepared dry food and water."

The captain-like character replied: "Young man, I see you are brave and brave, and you really don't look like an ordinary boy. Our caravan has encountered bandits several times to sneak in."

Morra was not worried about what he said, "Do you think I'm a bandit?"

The leader looked at Mora with a very shady expression. His subordinates only held their weapons tightly and looked at Mora nervously. The person who could be so calm under such a lineup was either a madman or a person they absolutely could not afford to offend. The boy in front of him didn't look like a madman.

"I think you look like a friend." The leader said.

"Haha" Mora smiled, "I don't have many friends because the god I believe in is a holy God."

It turned out to be a believer of a god, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. Although some believers of gods really want to be as scary as gods, they will never be bandits. Moreover, those believers of evil gods will never be as sunny, courage, wisdom and other beautiful appearance as the young man in front of him.

"Then, Mora, welcome you to walk with us and see what other places in the world are different from your hometown." The leader warmly invited Mora, a believer of gods, especially the gods in the camp of justice, and their disciples would definitely be good travel companions.

Mora joined the mercenary in this way - a huge Eastern caravan sent out to investigate the whistle in front of the investigation.

However, Mora and these people had not gone far, and a mercenary suddenly shouted: "Look at over there! A powerful warrior is coming here! He is still holding a knife in his hand!"

Everyone was panicked and looked over. He saw a warrior wearing a cloth robes in his body holding a knife in his hand walking towards this side. His steps were the same as normal people, but every step he took was a magical distance of more than ten meters. His body was shining with a light that could not be covered by the sun. It was a symbol of a powerful warrior. Looking at the pictures that kept appearing in the light of the warrior, these brave mercenaries almost fainted, and this was their invincible warrior.

At this time, Mora stood up and said, "Don't panic, this is my brother, come and look for me." Then, without waiting for these people to say anything, Mora walked towards his brother Flini. His steps were not fast, but he actually walked a distance of more than ten meters. The mercenaries were very silent, and then they knew what kind of person he was pointing at with an arrow just now!

Morra and Flyni both walked with nearly shrinking steps, and the two met soon. Flyni said first: "Now that I will no longer worry about your safety when I see you like this, but what exactly are you doing? Why don't you say goodbye? I worry my father and I?"

Morra told him all the things that happened, and at the end he said, "Now that I have become a prophet of God, I feel more and more that the days that the prophets once said are approaching. I am afraid that when you and I can still be warriors, we will come. The world will be in turmoil, but you also know that the people of the Canaanite tribes have gone far away from God over the years, and many gods who follow the Gentiles have even done many evil things. If we do not change, we are afraid that when the prophets of God comes, Canaan will become a wasteland. So I want to go to the nations, while looking for opportunities for change."

Flini was silent for a long time, then hugged Mora and said, "You are the great warrior of Canaan, but you are from the gods. I have no right to bless you, but I hope our God will always be with you!" Finally, he said, "Brother, go home early!" Then he left with great strides and no longer looked back at Mora.

Moral also turned around and returned to the group of mercenaries. They all looked at him with horror, and no one dared to say anything, because they knew that this was a person they had seen who could represent the gods on the ground. What shocked the mercenary most was that not only Moral, but even his brother was powerful enough to defeat some warriors who claimed to be the primary spirit of God. What kind of person was this?

Soon, these people finished their mission, but almost no one spoke along the way, and they were silent. So when they returned to the camp, a leader of the caravan saw these mercenaries who were usually lively and jumping suddenly. He thought there was a great enemy waiting in front of them, and when he knew it was not, he left. As for why these mercenaries suddenly became like this, he didn't care. In the eyes of this merchant, these mercenaries were just temporary servants. Since they were servants, how could the master care about the servant's mood?

As for the mercenaries in other teams, how could these competing mercenaries care about everything about their opponents? It would be nice to not take any damage. But there were still a few people who came to find trouble with a provocative smile.

"Zorantu, where did you pick up this little rabbit? It looks very tender! Haha!" A muscular man with a shallow beard and covered in beauty came over and asked Zorantu, the leader of the mercenary, but his eyes were looking at Mora who was as quiet as a virgin.

Among such a group of big and thick mercenaries, Mora, who was originally handsome and beautiful, looked even more handsome. Mora not only inherited the charm of his mother in appearance, but also inherited a little Haniya's look very timid and charming look.

The moustache muscular man who came to provoke him didn't look closely at the distance. When he came over and saw Mora's appearance carefully, he couldn't walk with his feet. He suddenly squeezed away a few Zorantu's men who were blocking him and wanted to come over and play with Mora.

Zorantu's subordinates immediately got up and stopped the muscular man with a beard. Just kidding, he really made this vulgar thing angry with Mora. What if he started to do it directly, how many people could survive? Gods and humans are two concepts!

However, when the wretched chicken bearded man said, these mercenaries noticed that Mora was still a beautiful boy who looked very beautiful and timid! He had been scared by Mora and his brother just now, but these people didn't notice this!

Zorantu didn't notice the messy thoughts of his subordinates. When he saw that the wretched little bearded chicken man, his old rival, Danilly, went to find trouble for Mora. His anger almost burned his brain at that moment. Oh, you're so crazy! If you mess with the gods, you don't know how to die. I'm afraid that this group of people will even implicate their own people! I immediately became angry and pulled out my sword and tried hard, although some of them were for Mora who was angry with a calm face.

"Danili! Damn it, I'm going to fight you for life!" Zorantu's look of about to kill people completely scared Danili. The worm was so scared that most of the time. He lowered his momentum and ran away in shame without even saying a harsh word. Then Zorantu saw his younger brothers looking at him and Mora with some strange eyes.

Zorantu, who had just reacted for a long time, was so angry that he took the knife and chased his younger brothers again, and as a result, he even further realized some ulterior secret.
Chapter completed!