Night, an unprecedented cold.

The cold wind blowing from the Misoda Canyon is faintly with a chilling sound.

Milan took a can of smashed herbs, slowly walked into the front of the temple, her ears came with painful sorrows, and Selena's sister whispered comfort. There was a **** smell in the air, and some **** bandages were scattered on the ground, as well as some smell like disinfectant. There were some wounded people lying in the corner of the temple. The town's garrison captain, Mokad, sat with his sword in one hand and sat under the stone pillar of the temple. There was a **** wound on his left arm.

This is what the gnolls left behind!

There is always a group of terrible gnolls near the Misoda Canyon, who believe in the demon lord of the apace of the Bottom Abyss, Yenogu. These gnolls are quite difficult to deal with. Since their half-elves have moved here, their struggle against the gnolls has never stopped.

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Here is the town of the half-elf.

Many people in front of us seem to be similar to humans, but in fact they are all half-elf, but the elves' pedigree is relatively thin. At present, most of the residents in the town have less than a quarter of the elves.

"Damn Jackal!"

A town guard issued a painful scorn, because his wounds were cracked again because of anger, and the doctor who was taking care of him immediately asked him not to tamper, otherwise the wound could not stop bleeding.

Milan, who was only sixteen this year, bowed his head and walked forward.

Because it is a half-elf, she looks very petite, only the height of a 12-year-old girl. But she is naturally agile, and many people in this town are good at it.

"Milan."

A low male voice rang, and the tall garrison stopped wiping the weapon and walked up to the little girl: "Go inside and see. See if your father succeeded."

The little girl nodded very well. Put down the jar and walk towards the back of the temple.

The rear of the temple is dead.

The place here is - Kester, who is the successor of Max, because the field of shadows falls into the hands. - Kester had to rely on his own race to incorporate the weak area of ​​the half-elves into his own priesthood. From that time on. The half-elf began to spread his faith extensively, and his pastor became an important force within the half-elf.

There is a prayer room behind the temple.

Milan approached cautiously and then gently pushed the door into it.

There was a middle-aged man wearing a priest's robes, and in front of him was a delicate god, erected with the image of the ‘half-elf and the **** of the rogue.’

"My Lord Kester!"

"You are the guide of the rogue, the behemoth of the half-elf!"

"Your humble believer Bernier Cassadic prayed for your response!...I pray that you will give magic to help my people!...The wolves are raging in our homeland!...they believe in the demon lord of the bottomless abyss -Yenogu!...My people lost a lot!... A lot of brave warriors fell under the minions of the Jackals!..."

"Great my master!"

"Your humble believer asks you to give us help!... Your believers need the magic of your gift to save and guard!..."

"My Lord Kester!"

"Your humble servant prayed for your response!... If you heard my voice!...I pray for you to guide us!...A lot of people have fallen down!...We asked the church in Deciduous City Help!...but didn't get any response!...we lack food, lack of weapons, lack of warriors!..."

"If you don't respond to the prayers of your servants, I am afraid that everything here will be destroyed in the war!..."

Prayer became a cry.

The middle-aged man crouched in front of the statue, and the whole person lost his soul and lost his soul.

"father!……"

Milan's eyes are a little reddish. She walked quickly to help the crumbling middle-aged man, and the tears of the big drop of beans could not stop falling.

My father has been squatting for three days.

He did not eat or drink for the past three days, and kept praying for the response of the gods, but he did not receive any reply.

There is no magical gift, no response, even the glory of the temple is gradually dissipating. The attack of the Gnolls has become more and more fierce. The uncle of Bastan has died, Borogo is also dead, and Karado is also dead. Once a powerful father, he has cured the lives of many people. Now it has become an ordinary person. He can no longer display any magical skills and can no longer treat those injured. It is no longer possible to protect this town.

Father is very painful!

Milan knows how much he loves this town that he built with his own hands. She knows that her father is willing to give everything for him, including his own life.

But now everything will be destroyed in the war!

The madness of the Gnolls made them lose a lot, and the orcs from the other side of the mountain were also eager to move, and the huge footprints of the ogre appeared on the edge.

Lost the sanctuary of the gods and lost the priest's magic.

Their losses in the battle began to multiply, relying only on the treatment of herbs, and eventually more and more soldiers will fall!

Father is very painful.

He prayed to the gods over and over again, but there was still no response.

"Milan!..."

The middle-aged man turned and glanced at his lovely daughter. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he raised his hand and stroked the long hair of the half-elf girl. Then the footsteps stood up a little.

Hey!

The father pulled out the sword and he walked step by step toward the corner. A pair of steel forged half body armor was worn on the body.

He hasn't worn armor for a long time.

Milan slowly walked over and carefully helped his father to wear the armor. She understood what the father wanted to do. As a once-powerful pastor, he now relies on this to fight after losing all the gods. .

"Tomorrow, leave with them and go to the Deciduous City, where is our capital, where someone will accept you and protect you."

"I came to break with other people!..."

The father’s voice was decided, and the tone of death was such that she could not help but drop the big drops of tears.

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Deciduous city, broken bones and high slopes.

A team of heavily armed half-elf warriors stuck here, they lit a pile of bonfires, and looked a little sadly and sat around.

"Support!"

"Bakalo!...you must hold it!... Don't die!... Soon Fener Pastor will save you!...you must hold it!..."

The warrior suppresses the sorrow of pain.

A faint **** smell filled the air, a wounded person lying on the ground, the ribs on his chest were sunken, his breathing was very weak, and such a serious injury was hard to save by the potion.

On the other side of the campfire.

A half-elf female with long blond hair crouched on the ground, her palm held a lifelike image, and piously prayed: "My Lord Kester!"

"You are the guide of the rogue, the behemoth of the half-elf!"

"Your humble servant prays for your response!... The warrior who is fighting to protect your faith is dying!... He killed six gnolls alone!... He once defeated the ogre and defeated the orcs. He has defeated the vampire!... He fought bravely to protect your glory!... Now he is dying!... Your humble servant Fina prays that you will give him magic to heal him!... If you can hear me Pray!...Please give me guidance!..."

Tears fell down by drop.

The painful sputum at the ear has become weaker and weaker, and the undulating chest has gradually stopped, breathing a little bit disappears.

The young half-elf girl was full of tears, and her eyes stood up blankly, looking up at the starry sky and not seeing any light.

Faith is collapsing ~lightnovelpub.net~ She came to the warrior in front of the dead, like a walking dead, squatting and raising her hand to caress his cold side face, tears falling down, and at this moment she cried: "Brother!... …sorry Sorry!……"

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The world of the surface, the spider forest.

"what!!!"

Sauron’s figure suddenly sat up. At this moment, he was sweating, his chest was undulating, and the heavy gasps echoed, making him look like a bellows.

"How is this going?!"

The expression on Sauron's face was very strange. He pressed his hands on his temple and muttered, "Why is this so? Why do you dream like this!..."

"Why is everything in the dream so real!..." (To be continued)

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