With a crooked scar on his face, Ackerman sat cross-legged in front of Kasper's ashes, quietly looking at the palm-sized jar in front of him, no joy or sorrow on his face.

The sorrows of men, women and children from around him caused him to turn his head and look.

In the wide wooden shed, in front of each pot of ashes stood a few Froststone citizens more or less.

Some are family members of the deceased, some are friends of the deceased, and some people have only received the favor of the deceased.

Ackerman touched the cap of the ashes jar and said softly: "I have advised you a long time ago to find a woman in the city and give birth to a child earlier. But you always tell me that you have a wife and children, but you are already dead. In the midst of the war... have you seen it? Without me, you wouldn't even have the last person to see you off..."

An apprentice shaman with colored ink on his face walked into the wooden shed and said to everyone: "The time is up, everyone present, please take the ashes of the heroes to the pilgrimage square."

Holding Casper's ashes in his hands, Ackerman cast his gaze out of the door and said to himself: "It's time to go, my old friend. They say that the pilgrimage is the gate to the sacred realms. Once you After passing through there, his soul will formally become a member of the heroic spirits of the gods... I hope the days there will be better than this world..."

Pushing open the door, Ackerman saw that those who were qualified to enter the temple of the Red Branches came to the square of the pilgrimage place.

Nodding to the comrades in the battle group, Ackerman hugged Casper's ashes, and under the guidance of the shaman apprentice, walked towards the small gray building in the center of the square.

This building, known as the pilgrimage site, looks much lower-key compared with the magnificent and luxurious shrine in front of it from the outside.

The whole body is hewn out of a giant rhyolite. It has no windows, no zenith, and only a heavy stone door that can be accessed by a single person. Therefore, once the door is closed, the pilgrimage site becomes a completely enclosed room.

The facade of the building, painted with lily-of-the-valley juice, presents a faint bright gray color, and you can smell a calming scent when approaching.

Each of the four cornices of the building is carved with a giant dragon with a different look. On the one hand, their design refers to the appearance of a tyrant, and on the other hand, they have some characteristics of the mythology of the gods. The four walls are made of gold and silver powder. , Either with Luen texts, or rubbings with paintings and sketches, all recorded the words and deeds of the sons of the gods.

Walking to the bottom of the stairs of the pilgrimage hall, Ackerman found that all the members of the shaman assembly in Froststone City were gathered in front of the stone gate of the sanctuary.

The leader Minnie said to everyone: "The residents of Froststone City, the believers of the Sons of Gods! Today, we are gathered here, not for sad mourning, nor for a declaration of revenge... We are here for Witness, witness the great moment when the heroic spirits entered the sanctuary!"

Knocking on the stone door behind her with her cane, Minnie said loudly: "The Son of the Gods ordered the construction of this pilgrimage site. After obtaining his permission, the souls of the dead can directly enter the sanctuary of the gods once they have passed through this place. , Become an immortal existence!"

Seeing the excitement of the believers in the audience, Minnie continued: "Because opening the passage to the sanctuary requires a lot of divine powers of the sons of the gods. Therefore, the heroes who are eligible to enter the pilgrimage this time are tentatively scheduled. The limit is one hundred people. These one hundred heroes are the dead in this war. The list is determined by the shaman assembly. We will determine whether he has the opportunity to be based on his life behavior, battlefield performance and belief level Selected."

Seeing thousands of people on the square begin to whisper, Shaman Minni added: "The ashes of the heroic spirits who are not selected for this list will be placed in the burial ground behind the pilgrimage site, waiting for the sanctuary passage. Once opened, they will be arranged to enter the passage again."

"Only a hundred people can enter here?"

Ackerman looked at the ashes in his hand, and said with some uncertainty: "With the personal relationship between the two of us and the sons of the gods...you should be able to line it up, right?"

In the eyes of people expecting, Shaman Minnie read the name of the first selected person.

"Tim Rotage!"

Among the people present, some had never heard of this name, and as soon as some people heard the name, they immediately praised the fairness and justice of the shaman assembly.

Most people who don't know this name are residents of the city; and those who know this name are mostly participants in this battle.

Tim Rotachi is not a warrior leader, nor a warrior of any warrior. Strictly speaking, he is not even a member of the warrior, but only a fellow in the Froststone Army.

But it was this fellow who was a slave class in Froststone City, who became a well-deserved hero in this Ulster siege.

This is roughly what happened.

The failure of Ulster's encirclement and suppression campaign prompted the commanders of the war regiment to decide to retreat in batches. On the way to the army's retreat, Tim belonged to a little-known battle group—Sorber. This battle group was responsible for the task that was not taken seriously before the war—to defend the retreat of the Froststone army. Tao-Bansfaser Bridge.

While covering the wounded troops on the front line to pass through the wooden bridge, while sniping the enemy with a disparity of strength, the Thorber Group persisted for three hours. Morale collapsed. Everyone including the battle group leader gave up their positions and began to flee backwards. .

And as a slave, Tim, this forty-year-old, loyal and honest guy, if he followed the warband and fled back to Froststone City at that time, in the worst case, he would just continue to be a slave... but he He just did something that made everyone look at him.

Alone, he did not choose to escape in the face of the surging Ulsters. Instead, he stayed on the ground and turned the linseed oil in the logistic bag into a fire bottle, and made use of obstacles such as carriages and falling rocks. The enemy was blocked for more than ten hours.

In the end, ~lightnovelpub.net~ ran out of kerosene and was caught by the enemy, and he was dragged to death after being tied to a horse.

"I've seen that short and chubby man. Who would have thought that a slave in Ulster's hometown would be braver than most Froststone men when facing Ulster's army?" Kerman sighed slightly: "If he is the first hero to step into the sacred realms, I have no objection."

Shaman Minnie pronounced the name again. A thin young man with patched clothes and muddy sandals walked up the stairs tremblingly under everyone's gaze.

Minnie looked at the boy and asked softly, "Tell me, boy, what's your name?"

"Ch...K, Chuck Rotachi...Tim is my father."

Minnie nodded and motioned to the shaman apprentices to open the heavy stone gate of the pilgrimage place.

Pointing to the dark door with her cane, Minnie whispered to Chuck: "Go, send your father's soul into the sanctuary of the gods with your own hands, and you will witness this great miracle with your own eyes!"