The night was colder than ever.
The cold wind that blew out of Misoda Canyon carried a sound that made people shudder.
Milan took a pot of mashed herbs and slowly walked into the front of the temple. She heard the groans of the wounded and Serena's comforting voice. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and there were some bloody bandages scattered on the ground, as well as some kind of disinfectant smell. Some wounded people were lying in the corner of the temple. The town's garrison captain, Mocade, was sitting under the stone pillar of the temple with a long sword in one hand. There was a bloody wound on his left arm.
This was left by the Gnolls!
There had always been a group of terrible Gnolls near the Misoda Canyon. They believed in the demon lord [King of Gnolls], Yeenoghu, on the 422nd floor of the Abyss. These Gnolls were quite difficult to deal with. Since the half-elves migrated here, they had never stopped fighting with the Gnolls.
That's right.
This was a half-elven town.
Many people looked similar to humans, but in fact, they were all half-elves. It was just that the elven blood was relatively thin. At present, most of the residents in the town only had less than a quarter of elven blood.
"Damn the Gnolls!"
A town guard let out a painful growl. Because of anger, his wound opened again. The doctor who was responsible for taking care of him immediately told him not to move. Otherwise, the wound would not stop bleeding.
Milan, who was only sixteen years old this year, walked forward with her head down.
Because she was a half-elf, she looked very petite, only the height of a twelve or thirteen year old human girl. However, she was born very agile. Many people in this town were good at fighting.
"Milan."
A low male voice sounded. The tall guard stopped wiping his weapon and walked to the little girl and said, "Go inside and have a look. See if your father succeeded. "
The little girl nodded obediently, put down the medicine pot, and walked toward the back of the temple.
The back of the temple was dead silent.
This place worshiped the [God of Half-elves and Rogues] – Kester. He was the successor of the [God of Thieves] – Max. Since the Shadow Realm fell into the hands of the [Lord of Shadows], the [God of Half-elves and Rogues] – Kester had to rely on his own race to bring the weak realm of half-elves into the scope of his clergy. From then on, the Half-Elves began to spread his faith widely, and his priests became an important force within the Half-Elves.
There was a prayer room behind the temple.
Milan carefully approached the door and gently pushed it open.
A middle-aged man in a priest's robe was kneeling inside. In front of him was an exquisite altar, in which stood the statue of the God of Half-elves and Rogues.
"My Lord Kester!"
"You are the guide of rogues, the protector of half-elves!"
"Your humble believer, Bernier Kasadik, prays for your response! … I beg you to bestow divine spells to help my people! The Jackalans are wreaking havoc in our homeland! They believed in the Demon Lord of the Bottomless Abyss, [King of Gnolls] – Yeenoghu! My people have suffered heavy losses! Many brave warriors have fallen under the claws and teeth of the Jackalans! … "
"My Great Lord!"
"Your humble believer begs you to give us help! Your believers need your divine spells to save and protect them! … "
"My Lord Kester!"
"Your humble servant prays for your response! If you have heard my voice, I will tell you the truth. I beg you to guide us! Many of his clansmen had already fallen! We have asked for help from the church in Autumnfall! But we have not received any response! We lack food, weapons, and warriors! "
"If you do not respond to your servant's prayer, I am afraid that everything here will be destroyed by the war! "
The prayer turned into a cry.
The middle-aged man knelt in front of the statue as if he had lost his faith and his soul.
"Father! "
Milan's eyes were slightly red. She walked quickly to help the middle-aged man who was on the verge of collapse. Drops of tears could not stop falling.
Her father had been kneeling for three days.
He had not eaten or drunk for three days, and kept praying for the god's response, but he had not received any response.
There was no divine spell, no response, and even the glory of the temple was gradually dissipating. The attacks of the Jackalans had become more and more fierce. Uncle Bastin had died in battle, Brother Bolo had died in battle, and Uncle Kalado had died in battle. Her father, who was once powerful and had saved many lives, had now completely become an ordinary person. He could no longer use any divine spells, treat the wounded, or protect the town.
Her father was in pain!
Milan knew how much he loved the town he had built with his own hands. She knew that her father was willing to give everything for it, including his own life.
But now everything would be destroyed by the war!
The frenzied attacks of the Jackalans had caused them heavy losses. The Orcs from the other side of the mountain were also ready to move. The huge footprints of the Ogres appeared on the edge.
They had lost the protection of the gods and the divine spells of the priests.
Their losses in the battle began to multiply. Relying only on the treatment of herbs, more and more warriors would eventually fall!
Her father was in pain.
He prayed to the gods over and over again, but there was still no response.
"Milan! … … "
The middle-aged man turned and glanced at his lovely daughter. His eyes were bloodshot. He raised his hand and stroked the half-elf girl's silky long hair. Then he staggered to his feet.
Clang!
Her father pulled out his long sword. He walked step by step to the corner and put on a half-body armor made of steel.
He had not worn armor for a long time.
Milan slowly walked over and carefully helped her father put on the armor. She understood what her father wanted to do. As a once powerful priest, he could only rely on this to fight now that he had lost all his divine spells.
"Tomorrow, you will leave with them and go to Autumnfall. That is our capital. There will be people there who will accept you and protect you."
"I will cover the retreat with the others! … … "
Her father's voice was resolute. His tone of facing death made her shed big drops of tears.
… … …
Autumnfall, Broken Bone Hill.
A group of fully-armed half-elven warriors were stationed here. They lit a bonfire and sat around with sad expressions on their faces.
"Hold on!"
"Barkalou! … You have to hold on! Don't die! Soon, Priest Fina will save you! … You have to hold on! … … "
The warriors suppressed their painful cries.
A faint smell of blood filled the air. A wounded man was lying on the ground. His chest and ribs were sunken. His breathing was very weak. It was difficult to save such a serious injury with potions alone.
On the other side of the bonfire.
A half-elf woman with long blonde hair knelt on the ground. She held a lifelike statue in her palm and prayed devoutly, "My Lord Kester!"
"You are the guide of the rogues, the protector of the half-elves!"
"Your humble servant prays for your response! The warrior who fought to protect your faith is dying! He had single-handedly killed six gnolls! He has defeated the ogres, the orcs, and the vampires! He fought bravely in order to protect your glory! Now he is about to die! Your humble servant Fina prays for you to give him magic to save him! If you can hear my prayer! Please give me guidance! "
Tears fell drop by drop.
The painful groans in her ears were getting weaker and weaker. The heaving chest gradually stopped, and the breath disappeared little by little.
The young half-elf girl's eyes were full of tears. She stood up blankly and looked up at the starry sky. There was no light.
Her faith was collapsing.
She came to the warrior who died in battle like a zombie. She knelt down and raised her hand to caress his cold face. Tears fell drop by drop. At this moment, she sobbed, "Brother! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! "
… … …
Surface world, Spider Forest.
"Ah!!!"
Solon's figure suddenly sat up. At this moment, he was sweating all over. His chest rose and fell violently, and his heavy breathing reverberated, making him look like a bellows.
"What's going on?!"
Søren's expression was very strange. He pressed his hands on his temples and murmured, "Why is this happening? Why do I have such a dream! … … "
"Why is everything in the dream so real! … … "
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