To the south of Froststone City, there is a secluded village at the bottom of a cliff.

In this village, Carol was sitting on the soil platform of the training ground, looking at a few orcs not far away, doing physical exercises with his shirtless upper body, and the words that he said were a little weird: "I I actually have the same kind..."

Aldenan, who was holding a bone as a toothpick, lay on the ground while basking in the sun comfortably, and said lazily: "Unlike us, they not only have no resistance to becoming a foreign race, but even quote Proud."

Carol remembered something, and said: "They call themselves soldiers under the command of the Holy Cult, the Son of the Gods."

Aldenan stretched his waist: "No matter what their names are, do you feel safe when you look at someone who has the same appearance as yourself, spinning around?"

Carroll glanced at the werewolf, and subconsciously said: "Yes, but it feels weird."

"No matter how weird it is, it is better than being treated as a monster." Aldenan opened his mouth vigorously and yawned like an old dog: "After dinner, if it's all right, do you want to go to me?"

Carol looked at the orcs, picked up weapons and started fighting training, and asked casually: "Go to you? What do you do?"

Aldenan slowly got up from the ground, shaking the dust on his back: "A few days ago, I found two people who can play cards in the werewolf clan, plus you, it happened to be a table in the evening."

Carroll did not answer Aldenan, but turned his head to the thick woods in the distance of the village.

Aldenan followed his gaze and saw two elf women walking between the canopies and jumping into the wooden house built on the trunk.

"Still thinking about her?" The werewolf patted the orc on the shoulder: "Brother, I didn't hit you, don't you think the barriers between races have been difficult to overcome?"

"Carol, think about it. The group of Mr. Elves and Miss Elves, not only have a staggering cleanliness, but they do things every day, either discussing art or studying hard. They also hate anything made of metal. The most important thing is that they hate meat!"

Aldenan scratched the back of his head and looked puzzled: "Did you hear that? Don't want to eat meat! Is there any more delicious food in this world than meat?"

Carroll ignored Aldenan's complaint, his eyes dimmed, and he withdrew his gaze.

Aldenan was still chattering there: "Except when training and praying, the elves are willing to condescend to be with other alien races. Other times, they look at us like they are looking at freaks."

Before the words fell, a cry came from the top of the two of them.

Following the sound, a humanoid creature with long limbs and bird wings flew down from the top of the hill.

Aldernan hid in the direction of the tree shade, and whispered towards Carroll: "The harpy looks at people every day like looking for prey. I heard that they refused the food provided in the village. , Choose to prey on your own."

Waiting for the harpy to return to the lair, the two followed the village path towards the center of the village.

Looking along the way, orcs, werewolves, lizardmen, tauren, elves... all kinds of races gathered in this village, using the same language, but each with different habits and ethnic groups.

Walking to the square in the center of the village, Aldenan looked at the huge black dragon statue standing in the center, and whispered: "They said, that is the true body of the son of the gods. But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a ..."

"Dragon." Carol added quietly, looking at the group of creatures of different races kneeling in front of the statue.

Aldenan tilted his head and lowered the volume: "When he brought us here, Randall once said that your majesty is the rumored son of the gods. In other words, your majesty is the one..."

Carroll glanced at the creatures around him, put his arms around Aldenan's neck, and said in a low voice, "I told you, don't discuss this matter here."

Aldenan shrugged: "Listen to you."

The two walked across the square and came to the gate of the village's temple.

A group of tauren is under the command of an apprentice shaman, carrying large quantities of supplies from the carriage.

Watching the villagers line up to take the materials and tools they need from the shaman apprentices, Aldenan touched his chin and was amazed: "In this alien village, food, tools, books and other materials are distributed. , All are in charge of the shrine. Every sacred army does not need to spend money, nor does it need to keep accounts. It only needs to provide for its own needs."

"It is this that makes me feel strange." Aldenan looked at the piles of supplies and distributed them little by little, and said strangely: "This is not like a tribe, because the leader never pays his men. It's not like a village, because no village chief will meet the needs of the villagers endlessly."

Through the door of the temple, Carol looked at the believers who were worshiping the dragon statue in the temple, and whispered: "In my opinion, this place may be more like a direct army of religion. The believers are not asking for money, and It is a reward and recognition on the spiritual level."

Following Carol, Aldenan stepped into the temple.

There are a large number of murals painted on the walls of the temple, some depicting wars between gods, some telling the deeds of the children of the gods, and some depicting the land of heroic spirits after death.

Aldenan stabbed Carol with his elbow, motioning him to look at the black dragon totem at the top of the temple.

"I heard them say that if you touch that totem with your hand, you can let your soul enter the sanctuary of the gods and stay in it for a while."

Carol looked at the totem worshipped by the believers, and whispered: "I have also heard about this. It is rumored that there are dead warriors living in the sacred realms, and their heroic spirits reside there, enjoying their delicacies. And fine wine, waiting for the next call of war from the Son of the Gods."

Aldenan frowned and said, "Do you believe it?"

"More than one person has touched the totem, and they all claimed that they have been to the sanctuary. It shouldn't be fake." Carol sighed helplessly: "However, only the Crusaders who have done meritorious service are qualified to touch it. Touch that totem..."

Aldenan wanted to say something more, and was suddenly startled by a cry of exclamation behind him.

He looked towards the entrance of the temple, and two charming, bright and moving goggle-haired banshees, surrounded by an embarrassing dark elf, slowly walked into the hall amid everyone's attention.

Aldenan craned his neck, looked at the three people who walked in, and said to Carroll, "It's the Snake Sisters! The last time I saw them, it was when they were training for combat... The scarred dark elf is a raw face. It should be a newcomer who has just entered the village."

Carroll pulled Alder South back a bit: "Don't get too close! You shouldn't forget ~lightnovelpub.net~ How terrible the sisters were during the last training..."

Looking at the perfectly curvy figure on the upper body of the Snake Demon sisters, as well as the beautiful face, Aldenan said with a pity: "I heard that the sisters chose to join the Crusade Army because of a man. , Wouldn't it be this guy with a scar on his face..."

Seeing more and more foreign races watching the excitement pouring into the temple, Carol pulled Aldenan out first.

Aldenan climbed up a low tree, and while watching what was happening inside the temple, he said to Carol: "That dark elf seems to be an old acquaintance with the shaman leader Minnie of the temple. They see I got up and talked very happily...Oh!"

Hearing the werewolf's heavy sigh, Carroll asked quickly: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"The Snake Demon sisters who don't even look at people at all, are holding the lucky kid tightly now! I'm sure that guy must be the person they are waiting for!"

Facing Aldenan's envy and jealous tone, Carroll rolled his eyes, completely speechless.