The Nohir Plains, a plain called the 'Wanderer' by the Tiefling race.

Under the bright sunshine, a group of people rode on their horses, and they walked forward unhurriedly against the spring breeze of green grass.

"Nohir? Wanderers? It fits our current identity. Unfortunately, people like us who are wandering in another world have nowhere to put their souls after they die."

In the crowd, a light green short-haired elf bard looked at the surrounding environment, looked at the cotton ball-like sheep and the ribbon-like emerald river in the distance, sighed slightly, and said a little excitedly:

"It's the first time I've seen this plain called the 'Wanderer'. Now, I feel the rush of Wen Si, and I can't help but want to sing a song."

As soon as the words fell, the poet's slender fingers responded to his mood at the moment, and the harp in his arms sounded a beautiful trembling tone.

"Come on you! A third-rate promiscuous poet who can smoothly turn from moving lyric poetry to obscene language, don't show off your coquettish here, so as not to let friends in Iron Horse Town see a joke." The barbarian beside the poet was loud and direct The muffled music was suppressed.

Then he pouted again, refuting his sigh with disdain: "Who told you that our souls have nowhere to be placed. The Wall of the Unbelievers, the Hell of Baator, the Bottomless Abyss, the Upper Planes, the Kingdom of the Gods can There are too many places to go. With your shameless virtue, 80% will be pulled into the abyss and become an abyss worm."

"Shut up, you bastard! ... I have inspiration again, don't disturb me, let me think..." The bard's eyes lit up, glared at the barbarian, and immediately began to sing happily The poem:

Want to go to heaven, go to Soha, Zanwala, the Hall of Valor,

The most merciful in the mountains of the heavens, the merciful family in the bliss,

Ten Thousand Animal Park, Dofuri Control, Gundam is built in the mechanical mirror,

The unrestrained beast girl is so cute, the Queen of Stars is praised by everyone,

The abyss succubus lives well, and the princess of **** is as beautiful as flowers.

...

"Hahaha...with your small body playing Succubus and Hell Princess, can you bear it?" After listening to the minstrel's limericks, the barbarian deliberately stretched his neck to look between his legs on the saddle , Hehe smiled and sneered loudly.

"You don't know that. I secretly tell you a secret recipe. Grinding the finger bones of the trolls into powder and putting them into the soup can enhance their abilities in a certain way." The bard smiled openly at the barbarian.

"Bullshit!" The barbarian interrupted angrily, "I've tried it a long time ago, and it didn't work at all. It also smelled like stinky socks in the soup. Who cares?"

"Master Withered Wood, did this tricky prescription come from you?" After the barbarian finished speaking, he didn't notice the bard's sneaky smirk, but instead looked angrily to the far left. druid.

The dead wood master smiled lightly, and looked at the barbarian with calm eyes, neither admitting nor denying it, more like an expression that was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Don't worry, Brother Gehao, it's not easy to get this medicine. Our wizard Randall of Iron Horse Town can do it." The lord of Iron Horse Town, Helm, rode his horse to the dejected barbarian and smiled. said.

"Really!" The barbarian's dark eyes lit up.

"Of course, Randall's alchemy was passed down from the wizarding alliance in the middle of the continent, and even the red copper dragon agrees. A plate of crayfish stir-fried with the venom of the vicious scorpion makes her full of praise. Like this kind of nobleman The most popular potion in the circle, for every wizard, is the must-have skill to make the fastest money."

Under the sun, the lord of Iron Horse Town, dressed in silver-white armor, showed a smug expression, and the shadow from the copper dragon seemed to have been completely dispelled by the dazzling brilliance.

"I am a decent person. The purpose of learning magic is to explore the mysteries of the multiverse, not to serve you, a vulgar barbarian who is full of muscles and only uses his lower body to think. Don't be delusional." I heard from a distance. The wizard Randall who was talking felt the scorching gaze of the barbarian, snorted coldly, and said lightly ironically.

"Well said, I'll slap you!" the elf bard coaxed with a thumbs up.

"Okay! Don't make any noise."

The lord of Twilight Town, Sarayan, glared at the barbarians and bards, then put his hand on his forehead to block the dazzling sunlight, looked forward and said, "All dismount, we are about to arrive at the meeting point designated by Thorne. "

Then everyone dismounted, settled their mounts, and walked towards the three figures in front of them on foot.

"Mr Thorne, thank you for your hard work."

Saraya led a group to Thorne, the old troll butler, and the little wizard Pardo, and saw him beating his right hand on his chest, leaning over slightly, and thanking him sincerely.

Others also nodded or smiled at Thorne to show their gratitude.

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of raising your hand." Thorne waved his hand and said indifferently.

"Mr. Thorne, I express my deepest apologies to you that my subordinates offended you in the pub due to drunkenness. I'm really sorry!"

At this time, the savage Ge Hao walked up to Thorne, bowed deeply, and said in a loud voice, under the gesture of Sarajan's eyes.

Most people looked at the indifferent half-elf ranger in astonishment at seeing the arrogant barbarian behave so unrealistically.

Only the lord of Iron Horse Town and the wizard Randall looked at each other embarrassedly, as if they had remembered something not very glorious.

"Since it's a drunken trouble, that's fine, and they've already been punished, so you don't have to feel guilty." Thorne smiled at the barbarian, and then explained to the people behind Sarajan, "Please everyone. Rest here for a while, and people from the other three towns will arrive soon."

When everyone heard the words, they dispersed.

In twos and threes, they sat together on the grass and chatted.

The old troll butler led the little wizard Pardo and the dead wood master to walk towards the emerald river bank chatting and laughing.

Salayan led Horat and Barbarian Howard and Thorne to sit on the nearby grass, and said to him with a serious look: "Do you know why I chose to make an alliance here?"

"What's the profound meaning?" Thorne looked up at the dazzling sunlight, and seemed to understand the other party's true intention, so he asked casually.

"Because the teachings of Lathanda, Lord of the Dawn, are full of optimism and perseverance, life to death, and the sun will always rise, so I hope that under the witness of this god, let us in the realm of the Emerald Fields, The dawns that light each day are dominated by beauty and harmony,” Sarajan explained to Thorne as the sun drenched in.

"So you are a believer of the Lord of Dawn? Then why don't you find a cleric from Losanda to come here to help us witness all this." Thorne was stunned for a moment, then he wondered.

"No, no, I'm not a follower of him, but I just feel that his teachings just fit what we're going to do now. Since we want to adapt to this world, we still have to learn the concepts of the gods, and it's considered to be like the locals." Sarah Yang retracted his gaze, shook his head slightly, and denied Thorne with a smile.

"Let me just say, how could you be a believer of the **** with the most black spots." The barbarian Hao leaned in front of Sarayan and answered.

"I heard that you like to collect some unofficial histories that record the black spots of the gods. Why, what's the shameful thing about this neutral and kind god? Let's hear it." He threw away a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, and asked the barbarian curiously.

"Then I'll tell you about the glorious history of this evil god." The barbarian Gehao noticed the gazes from several people, his expression was shocked, he immediately sat up straight, and said to them:

"First of all, this shameless guy once pursued the goddess of fate Taiji, and as a result, he directly chased the goddess of fate and split into the current goddess of good luck and bad luck. Look, is this what God did? ?

This guy also relied on his powerful divine power to force a swan girl to do some shameful things. The little girl vowed to die, escaped the devil's claws, flew into the sky and became the constellation of Cygnus.

What's more, when his old love's bones were still cold, he went to be a licking dog, very frantically pursuing the goddess of the earth, Changtia, and trying to fuse the goddess of good luck and bad luck together to become the original goddess of fate Taiji , and finally nearly killed the two goddesses.

These are nothing, and there is one most immoral thing, that is, the "Dawn Disaster" that terrifies the world. "

"Dawn Disaster?" Thorne raised a bit of interest, looking at the gushing barbarian.

"That's right, it's the Disaster of Dawn." The barbarian nodded to Thorne, reached out and took a sip from the jug hanging on his waist, and continued:

"It is said that this great evil god, Luoshanda, tried to build a **** system based on himself, but the result was a failure. The consequences directly led to the demise of two empires and one **** system. ·Dronor has fallen, this is the so-called 'Dawn Disaster'.

Therefore, the Lord of Dawn is a neutral and kind deity on the surface, but he is actually a great evil god. "

"The ultimate goal of the godslayer's god-building plan is not to establish a **** system of their own." Listening to the barbarian's complaints, Thorne's focus was not on the Lord of the Dawn, but in his mind he thought of the god-building plan. .

Luoshanda, the lord of the dawn with powerful divine power, wanted to establish his own **** system, which caused such a catastrophe, but he did not succeed in the end.

So, what are these godslayers who are not even gods relying on?

"I'll just say, how could this Lord of Dawn be comparable to the Three Gods of Justice? Many people still don't believe it." Horat continued with a smile.

The so-called three gods of justice are: Tyr, the **** of justice with strong power, Ilmat, the **** of suffering with medium power, and Heim, the guardian **** of weak power.

All of them are gods of the lawful good camp, they have the most paladin order, and they are the vanguard of justice.

"Actually, the three bases of justice also have a dark history." The barbarian smiled at Horat, and then said: "It is said that Tyr, the boss of the three bases of justice, asked his younger brother Hai to pursue the goddess of good luck, Tymora. Mu went to be a tool person who sent love letters.

In the end, for some unknown reason, Tyre began to suspect that his younger brother Heim was also soaking in the goddess of luck, so Tyre, who felt that he could not afford to lose this man, threw his gloves at Heim and challenged him. The final result was too good to be true. The justice Sanji, who was wearing a pair of trousers, broke up and broke up unhappily. "

"Then tell me what the black spot of the God of War is. The people in the whole town are your most hated believers." Sarayan seemed to remember something and looked at the barbarian.

Thorne also looked over curiously.

Tempus, the **** of war, is a chaotic neutral deity with powerful divine powers.

As for Twilight Town's player followers of God of War, he only knew in the last few days, and Ma Jia, a believer of the dark girl, once mentioned to him that a group of players who tried to build a city in the Black Pearl Forest were them.

However, these people wanted to cooperate with the people of Twilight Town and were rejected.

"Of course there is, and the black spot of the God of War is second only to the great evil god, the Lord of the Dawn." The barbarian Hao raised his head and took a few gulps of wine, wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, and said, "You know how war is caused by war. The secret of invincibility?"

Seeing the puzzled expressions of the three of them shaking their heads subconsciously, the barbarian nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "The God of War has an exclusive secret to winning:

When encountering war, when there is no benefit, He will not help each other, and all will win. When there is benefit, both sides will bet, so they won again. When only one side can be chosen, whoever wins will help the other, so still He won.

Whenever the **** of war comes to the battlefield, riding a white mare means that the army will win, and riding a black stallion means defeat, so theoretically, you can directly see what horse he rides. determine the outcome of the war.

But this guy is as good as a ghost. Every time he appears, he rides two of them together, stepping on one with each foot, which effectively avoids the embarrassing scene where the flying dragon can lose even if he rides his face.

Moreover, the chaotic and neutral God of War, relying on his powerful divine power, dares to provoke anyone except the three foundations of justice that he does not talk about martial arts and likes the three together. Therefore, if we let the believers of the God of War establish a church on the emerald field, we can definitely disturb this place until there is never a day of peace. "

"You finally said something serious, and this is the real reason why I have always rejected the believers of the God of War." Sarajan said to Thorne as if looking at the barbarian.

"Rejecting them means that when we launched the general attack on the hobgoblins, we lost a strong ally. I think you still need to have a good talk with their archbishop." Thorne pondered for a while and reminded Salayan:

"From the Black Pearl Forest, you can go directly to the Twin Towers Town in the easternmost part of the Forest of Tranquility. As long as these people gather in the Twin Towers Town, when we are at war with the Hobgoblin, we will raid from behind the Hobgoblin, and our odds of winning will be the same. Losses will be greatly reduced.”

"You are right, I will try to contact their archbishop. As long as their purpose is not to establish a church in the Emerald Fields, we can consider other conditions." After listening to Thorne's analysis, Sarayan nodded slightly.