It was a simple and heartwarming breakfast.
When Søren brought little Vivian downstairs, Gloria also happened to come out at the same time. She glanced at the little girl next to her, and her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. Only a sentence rang in Søren's ears: "Vivian had a nightmare last night again!"
Søren nodded silently, and his face was dignified, but he did not speak.
This was already the third time!
As time passed, the signs that Vivian was the Child of God became more and more obvious. The frequency of her nightmares also increased, and the interval between the last two nightmares was even shorter. Although the little girl often smiled and did not say anything, Søren knew that she must have guessed something. Vivian had been very smart since she was a child. Although she did not like to show it, she was definitely not a simple and obedient little girl. Most of the time, she was smarter and sharper than Søren, but it was not obvious because of her age.
After all, she was only eight years old this year.
When they went downstairs, the Halfling's figure had just come in from outside the door. There were obvious wet marks on his feet, and it seemed that he had been outside. Aladdin quietly walked to Søren's side, found a stool, and sat down. Then he whispered: "Last night, the Elven patrol was attacked. It seemed that it was done by Werecreatures who believed in the God of the Hunt, but I couldn't find out what kind of Werecreatures did it. The Elven patrol was very angry, and it seemed that they were going to contact the other patrol teams. "
Werecreatures.
They mainly referred to humanoid creatures, such as gnolls, taurens, lion-faced people, centaurs, tiger-headed monsters, half-shepherds, harpies, sirens, and so on. These creatures had some obvious human characteristics, and some obvious beast characteristics. It was said that they were the product of some taboo experiments during the Arcane Empire. Some of them were ancient life forms that had existed for a long time, and most of them were scattered around the world.
There was also an intelligent life form, the Orcs. They were the same kind of life form as humans, but they were not a type of Werecreatures.
"Malar, the God of the Hunt?"
Søren frowned and paused for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Are you sure it was its followers that attacked the elves?"
Aladdin nodded with certainty. "I'm very sure."
"Looks like trouble." Søren raised his head and looked at Gloria. Suddenly, he said to the Halfling beside him, "We're going to leave soon. Do you want to continue traveling with us, or do you have other plans?"
Leaving so suddenly?
The Halfling looked at Soran with some astonishment. Gloria, who was next to him, also raised her head in surprise.
Aladdin was still puzzled, but the Northern Witch took a deep look at Søren and nodded gently, "Yes. We'll continue our journey to the Frost Kingdom. "
The Halfling showed a troubled expression and whispered, "Why are we going so far away? It's cold there, isn't it? "
The door of the hotel was pushed open.
A gloomy Elven guard walked in. He glanced around the hotel, and his eyes stopped on Søren for a moment before he closed the door and left.
There were no followers of the God of the Hunt in this hotel!
Søren quickly stood up, looked at Gloria and said, "Pack your things, we'll leave soon."
The Halfling was obviously in a dilemma.
He stood in place and thought for a long time before he whispered, "I don't plan to go so far away. Let's part ways here. Come find me in the Shire when you have time. I'll treat you to a big meal. "
Søren smiled and replied, "Okay. You'd better not get involved in this matter. The followers of the God of the Hunt are crazy. "
Obviously.
Søren held back his curiosity and did not go down last night. However, the Halfling could not hold back his curiosity and went to investigate.
They soon decided to leave.
Vivian followed them very quietly, and Gloria did not ask much. Only the Halfling stayed in place, watching them leave with some pity. The Halfling and the Witch in front of him must have a story, and the little girl was not simple either. Her talent was undoubtedly very strong. Although Rogues were not very clear about the talent of Wizards, in the Halfling's view, Vivian was undoubtedly an excellent talent for Wizards. He hesitated and looked at the location of the temple. In the end, he remembered Søren's warning and did not get involved in this matter.
Søren was right, the followers of the God of the Hunt were indeed a little crazy!
…
They walked all the way to a very far place.
When Søren put Vivian down to rest, Gloria came over with a dignified expression and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you leave so suddenly?"
It seemed that she trusted Søren a lot. She did not ask until now.
Søren glanced at the village behind him, then slowly said, "The God of the Hunt should also be asleep. As a relatively weak god, once he sleeps, it is possible that the followers and priests will not be able to obtain divine spells! "
"I guess this attack is a hunting ritual."
The northern Witch's knowledge was undoubtedly very rich. She looked at Søren hesitantly and murmured, "You mean, this attack may be for the legendary blood?"
Søren nodded silently and said in a deep voice, "The God of the Hunt is only interested in legendary hunting rituals."
The God of the Hunt – Malar.
It was a primitive god with weak divine power. It was also known as the King of Beasts, the Beast of Black Blood. It was a chaotic and evil god. It liked bloody killings and ruthless hunting rituals. The more powerful the target was, the easier it was to attract its attention. His body was a creature that looked like an ape but had a ferocious face. He had black hair and blood-red skin. His face was somewhat like that of an Orc, but his appearance was more ugly and ferocious.
Many gods were not human or human-like creatures. Some were purely intelligent beasts.
The God of the Hunt, Malar, was such a god. He was a rare monster that became a god for some reason. His followers were mainly evil Werecreatures, hunters who enjoyed hunting, people who liked blood, and some fallen rangers like Druil. This was the easiest god to awaken. He had a strong desire for legendary blood. As long as the target was legendary or above, it was possible to attract his avatar.
There were many Werecreature groups nearby that believed in the God of the Hunt!
Søren estimated that there was at least a 50% chance that the Werecreatures were holding some kind of ritual. In the 'legendary blood' hunting ritual, the Werecreatures would also hunt a large number of ordinary creatures to pave the way. Malar was a very strange god. He liked to hunt powerful targets. The more powerful the prey, the easier it was to attract his attention. If it was just killing ordinary creatures, he would not even care at all.
This kind of legendary hunting ritual could strengthen his divine power!
In order to please this evil god, his followers would try to hunt legendary targets every once in a while.
At first, it was wild beasts. Later, even intelligent creatures were included in the list!
The Northern Witch took a deep look into the distance and said in a low voice, "There's a red copper dragon nearby. Could it be that it's the target?"
Legendary creatures.
Dragons were undoubtedly the most standard legendary creatures.
Søren also thought for a moment. He looked at the other party and said: "It's not that easy to kill a dragon. If it's not necessary, Malar's followers would not try to kill a dragon."
Creatures of the chaotic evil alignment were more crazy.
Malar's followers were some very crazy guys. Søren could not determine their goal and did not want to have too much interaction with them.
…
In the dense virgin forest.
A dark Gnoll was leaping between the trees. It was different from the Gnolls Søren had seen before. This Gnoll was more agile and more dangerous. Its pupils were green, and its figure was like a phantom shuttling through the forest. It often flew past in a flash, and it was difficult to catch its trace with the naked eye. It was wearing some kind of leather armor sewn from the skin of some kind of black beast. There were no weapons on its body, but at the position of its claws, one could see the cold light of steel. Its claws were actually replaced with metal by some kind of special method.
"Patter!"
The Gnoll whose level could not be determined landed. It looked to the side with its green eyes and said in a deep voice: "The ritual is about to begin. We must awaken the attention of the God of the Hunt. Without the protection of the gods, the tribe will become weaker and weaker, and our prey will become fewer and fewer. "
Heavy footsteps were heard.
It was a mixed-blood Orc with a very strong physique that looked like a little giant. Its face was ferocious and its fangs were exposed. It glanced at the Gnoll in front of it and said, "The ritual requires Legendary-level prey."
"I know there is a red copper dragon nearby, but it seems that we can't kill it with our strength!"
The Gnoll showed a grim smile. There was a metal tooth on its right side. It said: "There is no need to kill the dragon. I know there is a Son of Fear nearby. The blood of these Sons of Fear will definitely attract the attention of the Lord more than the dragon. "
Son of Fear?
The mixed-blood Orc looked around. There were many strange creatures around it. The followers of the God of the Hunt were very complicated. There were humans, Orcs, and even intelligent beasts, as well as dark creatures that enjoyed hunting.
The black Gnoll looked at the others and said in a deep voice: "I have seen him use his divine power. It seems that he has just awakened. Some of you go and prepare other sacrifices. The rest of you follow me to track the prey!"
"I believe that using a Son of Fear as a sacrifice will definitely awaken Malar's attention!"
Strong figures flew out. These hunters, whose strength was conservative and above grade 3, spread out. Accompanied by all kinds of strange howls, they quickly scattered into the dense forest. The Gnoll raised its metal claws and scratched its face with the sharp claws. Drops of blood dripped down the side of its face. The other creatures that stayed behind did the same. The strong mixed-blood Orc cut its forehead with a blade, then knelt down on one knee and began to pray. There was a devout and crazy smile on its face.
The Hunting Ritual!
At this moment, it really began!
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