There were a lot of pedestrians in the town.
The city in the desert was called Hadar, which meant "The Watcher of the Desert." It was an ancient language from the East, and many wizards probably didn't understand it. Søren felt like he was back in the Middle Ages in the Western Region. The mixed population was a bit like Jerusalem, with both desert people and Westerners, and they were trading with different accents. Merchants from the East were reluctant to enter the Western Continent, so most of their goods were sold in the cities on the edge of the desert.
After coming here, Soran realized that he had forgotten a very important thing.
That was to learn the "Language Proficiency" spell.
Damn that dialect!
Although there were many people who knew the common language, the main language was still the Eastern one, and there were also some dialects from the desert. He didn't have a translation system, so he could only understand a little bit of what was said. It was troublesome for him to communicate normally. Fortunately, he was just passing by, so he could only talk to merchants who knew the common language.
The buildings in the city were domed, and the most eye-catching one was the desert temple.
It was the church of the God of Death.
The clergy of Death had always been an important field for the gods to fight for, so almost every pantheon had a god who was involved in the field of death. The desert temple in front of him was the church of the Eastern Goddess of Wealth and Death, Nefertis. Søren saw a golden bowl at the top of the temple, with the emblem of the Ring of Life floating above it. It was a goddess of the Chaotic Good Alignment, and the clergy of the Guardian of the Dead extended from the field of death. It was the kind of clergy that protected the dead from being disturbed.
Therefore, the followers of this goddess were not difficult to deal with.
The Eastern Gods were outsiders during the Ancient Empire, and no one knew where they came from. However, the Ancient Empire had once kidnapped a large number of people from other worlds, and that was how the Eastern Desert Gods were born. For a long time, the Eastern Desert Gods rarely interfered with the struggles of other gods. Even during the Chaotic Era of the Arcane Empire, they were just bystanders. The belief of these gods was limited to the desert, and the Eastern Kingdoms were blind spots.
Because of the influence of the monks, the Eastern Kingdoms were more inclined to believe in the "Dao of Nature" rather than a specific god.
This Dao was a bit like the so-called Heavenly Dao.
However, it was not the same as the Heavenly Dao that people knew of. Instead, it was a Dao that leaned more towards the spiritual. Martial monks pursued personal sublimation.
If one had to use a word to describe it.
Søren thought that it should be the so-called "unity of man and nature".
In any case, he still could not tell the difference between the spiritual transcendence pursued by the Nature Druil and the warrior monks. From his point of view, the Will of the Heavens and Nature were basically the same thing. Søren wasn't the kind of person who was too rigid in the spiritual world.
There was a passage that went like this.
It was a book written by a Druil Wanderer who traveled to the Eastern Kingdom. This Druil Wanderer eventually became a powerful Legendary Champion.
"In addition to daily training, the monk's cultivation is mainly spiritual. They had a direct and mysterious connection with the spiritual world and could feel the mysteries of nature through meditation. Therefore, they did not need priests or gods. In the process of traveling to the East, I saw many powerful monks. They did not know any magic at all, but they could master many magical abilities through cultivation. This ability did not come from the gods, nor was it any arcane magic that I knew of. It was more like a gift from nature to the cultivators.
I think this is another kind of Dao of Nature.
Therefore, I decided to join them and use my cultivation as a monk to explore the mysteries of nature. "
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Søren temporarily found a hotel to stay in and then prepared to inquire about some information.
It was quite difficult to find a place in the vast desert. Even Søren himself only knew the general direction. If no one had explored the place, as a pioneer, he might have to dig a hole. Because his next target, the "anti-detection cloak," was in the underground ruins, and it was buried in the depths of the desert. Exploring this kind of underground ruins was not like finding a random dungeon to explore. It was more like excavating an archaeological discovery.
The specific operation could be compared to the European plunderers who excavated the Egyptian pyramids. The first batch of underground ruins were almost all excavated by the adventurers.
The geographical environment of the desert did not allow for an entrance for thousands of years.
Søren wandered in this desert city. Here, he could see adventurers from the East. Every year, there would be monks embarking on the journey of cultivation, visiting the Druil Church on the other side of the continent, and learning from other professions. These were their daily practice. The number of monks increased as he approached the East, but most of them still kept their hair. Only those who were prepared to strictly abide by the commandments of the monks, or those who had made the [Poverty Oath], would shave their hair.
"Violence."
"If it's not for justice, then it's meaningless!"
Søren first walked around the place, but when he was about to return to the hotel to rest, there was a sudden commotion in front of him. Then, a loud and hoarse voice came from the front, and he could not help but stop. There were many people gathered in front of him. It seemed that it was human nature to like to watch a commotion. There were many people in front of him. Even the nearby guards were attracted, but they did not mean to stop it. The expressions on their faces seemed to be a little overwhelmed.
Søren also walked over quietly.
Then, in front of him appeared a Paladin with a face full of vicissitudes. From his face, he looked vaguely young, but the wind and frost on his body were too strong, making him look at least ten years older. The paladin was wearing a shabby silver armor and a fish-scale gauntlet on his wrist. In front of him was a man dressed as a desert warrior. The man's scimitar was held in his hand. He couldn't stab it in and couldn't pull it out at all.
The Paladin's face made Søren a little stunned. Then he seemed to remember something, and his expression changed slightly.
"Judgment of Justice!"
Facing the desert warrior in front of him, a white light appeared in the palm of the Paladin's hand. He suddenly let go of his palm, pulled out the two-handed sword at his waist, and pointed it at the enemy in front of him.
A blood-red light appeared.
The man standing in front of the Paladin appeared with an evil aura.
This blood-red aura startled the others. Anyone with a little knowledge could not help but step back because the Desert Warrior in front of them was a person with bloody hands.
"It's a desert bandit! He's one of the Skeleton Desert Bandits! "
A merchant next to him seemed to remember something, and then said in an angry and scared voice, "They rob the passing merchants and never leave anyone alive."
The Paladin did not care about the others around him.
He looked at the man in front of him and said in a low voice, "A week ago, you attacked a caravan from Oasis City and killed twenty-seven innocent people."
"You should pay for the crimes you have committed!"
The Paladin held the heavy greatsword in both hands and slashed out. The desert warrior in front of him waved his sword rather awkwardly, but his whole body flew out directly.
Bang!
His body hit the wall behind him, and he could not help but spit out a trace of blood.
"Justice!"
"Either by force or by the law."
The Paladin waved his greatsword again and said in a low voice, "But the law here seems to be protecting you, so I can only rely on force to uphold justice!"
A faint aura appeared on the greatsword he held in both hands. When the Paladin waved his sword again.
Kacha!
A crisp breaking sound was heard.
The desert bandit in front of him was directly cut off and died instantly under his sword.
— — "Evil Slash!"
The Paladin glanced at the others and paused for a moment when he passed by Søren, but he quickly looked away.
He did not recognize Søren.
He came to the body of the desert bandit, leaned over the body and whispered a few words in a special language. Then he looked at the stiff guards around him, picked up the body with one hand and walked out of the city.
The others did not hear what he just said.
However, when Søren heard the strange language, he could not help but be startled because he was very familiar with this passage.
This was a very ancient language.
It was impossible to even find out where it came from, but the translation was roughly like this.
— — "In the name of justice, avenge the weak!"
…
In the creed of the Paladin, there was a very important sentence.
— — "Sympathize with the weak, protect the women and children."
Perhaps even Søren himself did not expect that his words would really let the young Paladin he met in the City of Wealth embark on the road to become a 'Holy Avenger.'
But it seemed that he had not completed his test because the real Holy Avenger was not what Søren saw now. But from him, Søren had seen that he had completed a lot of training because the Holy Avenger also had the test of [Asceticism]. The real Holy Avenger was close to the legendary level. Although the sword he waved just now was very strong, there was still a big gap between it and the avenger in Søren's memory.
And his weapon was not an imitation of the 'Holy Avenger,' but an ordinary two-handed greatsword.
This meant that he had not obtained the real qualification yet!
The Paladin left alone.
No one dared to stop him. The city guards just looked at the Paladin carrying the desert bandit's body with one hand and then watched him go away.
Any city had dark corners.
The goods looted by the desert bandits eventually needed a place to sell.
Søren watched the Paladin leave, and his eyes seemed to move slightly, then he quietly followed him.
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