This time, the three people who originally planned to attack immediately chose to dodge. As the elites of the intelligence agency, they had all kinds of scrolls with them. Natha immediately took out a shield scroll and tore it. As a result, the magic shield that had just appeared was shattered by the continuous attacks of spells in the blink of an eye. If she had not retreated quickly, she would have been completely submerged by this round of attacks!
As the spells were aimed at Natha, Nola and Carlson successfully dodged them. However, the figures in the distance did not give up. The light of spells flickered again. Natha's cloak had already been torn in the impact. She turned her head and glanced. In the dust and snow caused by the explosions of spells, the figures had already chased them. They were extremely fast …
If they encountered ordinary soldiers, Natha and the other two would naturally turn back and fight. They were not simple intelligence agents, but rangers and assassins with high combat abilities. However, as soon as the enemies appeared, they continuously attacked them with spells. It was obvious that at least seven or eight sorcerers were besieging them … Under such circumstances, the price of counterattacking was too high. Therefore, Natha immediately shouted, "Scatter and run! Then directly return to Erza Village! "
"Roger!"
"Understood!"
Teflin's running speed was far faster than Natha's. After Nola and Carlson responded, they immediately ran to the sides on all fours. As for Natha, she leaped horizontally and dodged another round of attacks. Then, she suddenly turned around and shot an explosive arrow. Screams could be heard. The continuous attacks finally stopped.
The ability of a "ranger" was fully displayed in this dense forest. Natha's speed was extremely fast in the complicated terrain. However, the sorcerers behind her were not far behind. This made Natha suspicious. However, she knew that her main goal was to leave with the evidence. Therefore, she gritted her teeth and continued to speed up. She even used a bottle of expensive "Strong Stamina Potion". This chase lasted for more than half an hour before Natha completely shook off the pursuers.
It wasn't that she hadn't thought of turning back to fight, but Natha knew very well that her priority was to deliver information, so she had always restrained the idea of fighting the other party.
However, only when the battle ended, when Natha grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth, did she discover that her thighs and waist were pierced by several wooden splinters. Although her leather armor had a certain level of defense, it did not cover her entire body. The power of the spell explosion just now was really amazing, and the splashing pieces of wood also had a lot of lethality under the impact.
Natha reached for the emergency healing potion she carried with her, only to find that the potion had shattered. Gritting her teeth, she pulled out the fragments and used the torn cloak to bandage the wound.
Reaching out, Natha grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth. The cold snowflakes melted in her mouth. Swallowing hard, she gritted her teeth and walked forward.
*****
Five days later.
Outside the Moon God Sect's shrine, countless worshippers were piously prostrating themselves before the white marble statue.
The image of the statue was that of a woman wearing an elegant robe. She was beautiful, her expression calm, and her arms were spread out, seemingly smiling. It was a full moon night, and even though it was abnormally cold outside, it still could not stop this group of fanatical believers from praying and worshipping the Moon God.
After presiding over the opening prayer ceremony, Pope Blake returned to the warmth of the room. He wore a thick coat and drank warm ale in front of the fire, chatting with a few of his capable subordinates about the various events that were happening in the kingdom.
"This Prime Minister is still very capable. The policies I read about in the newspapers, from a theoretical and operational point of view, are more than a level better than Charles II's. "
Blake did not belittle the other side because of the previous war between the two sides. On the contrary, he had a very high opinion of Roddy. "After a few years of recovery, the strength of the country will certainly be much stronger than before. Only when the people are rich will there be more believers … "
He pointed at the venison roasting in the fire. "Joey, it's about time. Everyone cut it and have a taste."
Eating roasted venison in this kind of weather was indeed a pleasure for the arcanists. Blake wouldn't put on any airs in this situation. The people in front of him were his most reliable subordinates. Although he was called "Saint Lord", everyone knew that this title was only used to intimidate people, and it wasn't real.
The arcanist named Joey picked up a knife and cut off a layer of meat that had been roasted until the outer layer was already golden. He put it on a plate and smiled. "Saint, in your doctrine, it's said to maintain a vegetarian diet!"
"That's right. If these guys eat less meat, it'll be cheaper for us to buy meat."
Blake's answer made everybody laugh. Like other religions, the Moon God Clan had a lot of complicated doctrines. Among them, there was a rule that believers could only eat meat for three days a month, and the rest of the time, they could only eat vegetarian food. If they became priests or other clergymen, they had to follow the "vegetarian" rule and could not eat meat for the rest of their lives.
To the public, Blake claimed that all this was to make people more "pure", reduce the sin of killing, and become the favorite of the Moon God. But now, they only laughed at those who really followed the doctrine as fools.
Joey chewed on the fragrant venison and suddenly asked, "Saint, coming up with these doctrines must have taken a lot of effort, right? I feel like it's even more difficult to explain the rules so clearly than studying the arcana. "
"I don't have time to study these things."
Blake picked up the warm ale, took a sip, and explained, "These things were actually written in a High Elf notebook that I read before."
"It existed during the High Elf era?"
The Arcanists beside him were shocked. After all, during the High Elf era, arcanists were the absolute mainstream. Even elemental schools were rejected, let alone "theism."
Blake smiled. "Don't underestimate religion. Not all High Elves are arcanists. Among the general public, there are actually many High Elves who are as stupid as humans. Not only is there the Moon God Clan, but there were also more than ten sects in the early days of the High Elf era. However, during the era of the arcana, only three or four sects survived. "
He ate two mouthfuls of venison and said to the attentive subordinates in front of him, "The Holy Assembly's information on the High Elf era is scattered. In fact, no matter how many books we collect, it's difficult to restore the true nature of a complicated era. Back then, I took out a notebook from a ruin that belonged to a priest. According to him, the High Elves who study arcana are all demons with twisted minds. Only by worshiping the Moon God can they be freed. "
Every religion had this kind of saying. The Viper Cross and the Rose Cross all claimed that "those who believe in me shall live forever." The Arcanists snorted when they heard this. Blake smiled and continued, "I suspect that the owner of this notebook is a typical fanatic. In order to win over believers nowadays, we always use arcana spells to create some light and shadow to fool people. But this person in the notebook said that he saw a 'miracle' with his own eyes. "
The Arcanists looked at each other and then burst into laughter. "That's true. Otherwise, how could he be a believer? Only when he tells a lie ten thousand times and believes it himself is a true believer! "
Joey spun the venison in the fire and sighed. "I was wondering why the prayers sounded so weird. So it's a translation from the High Elf language."
"Yes, in order to make it rhyme as much as possible, it's a difficult task. That's why I didn't change the prayers they chanted most often. Try to recall what they meant. "
Hearing Blake's words, the Arcanists immediately understood. "So it's just the punctuation. If we change the punctuation, doesn't it translate to 'May Sterian live forever in the starry sky'?"
Sterian was the name of the Moon God. The believers in the nearby villages had begun chanting this name day and night. But Blake didn't care about the name at all. After eating the venison happily, he returned to his laboratory to continue his arcana research. But not long after, the Arcanist Pan Da, who had been working outside, suddenly reported that he wanted to meet with him.
He tidied up his lab table and turned to Pan Da, who had just entered the room. "You're here so late. What important news do you have?"
"Holy Lord … a mercenary found a clue."
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