Her father was dead.
In order to cover their retreat, her father decided to personally lead the militia to stay behind. More than a hundred people stayed behind, and less than ten people finally broke through and returned.
Her father died in a glorious battle.
A militia who broke out of the encirclement told Milan that even though her father was seriously injured, he did not retreat half a step. Countless Jackalans had died at his hands.
Yes.
Even without his magic, her father was still so powerful.
But he still died in the end.
Milan's heart was full of sadness, but she did not cry, even if she was just a little girl who had just become sensible. She knew very well that the moment her father decided to stay, he already had the awareness to face death in his heart. Otherwise, he would not have entrusted her to Uncle Bam and let him take her to Autumnfall to ask for help from the bishop who had guided her father's path.
Her hometown had been turned into ruins.
Milan knew very well how much effort his father had put into that place. He had built the town single-handedly. It had taken him twenty years to grow from a small village to a prosperous town. But now everything had been destroyed by the war, and her father finally chose to fight to the last moment to protect it.
Their home was destroyed.
They became homeless refugees. Even if Autumnfall took them in, they could only temporarily settle in the abandoned temple. This temple, which had served the god that his father had believed in all his life, was abandoned in such a short period of time. There were no priests praying, and no believers serving. People seemed to have quickly forgotten the existence of this god and had to face a more difficult fate. The situation in Autumnfall was not good. Although Milan did not understand many things, she knew that there was not much food in the city.
In order to satisfy the soldiers in the battle, the old, the weak, women and children had been eating porridge for three days.
Milan still had some food.
It was given by the former bishop. He came here at noon yesterday and looked at Milan kneeling in the prayer room of the temple. The senior priest who had served the god of half-elves and rogues for half of his life sighed. He told Milan that the god had fallen, and no matter how she prayed, it was useless. The old man looked at the statue that had lost its brilliance with his eyes full of vicissitudes. After leaving some food, he turned and left. Although he was unable to use divine spells, his combat skills were still far superior to many soldiers. The tragedy of the siege had forced the priests to wear armor and participate in the battle.
Hunger made Milan feel weak all over.
This morning, she had secretly given what little food she had left to a young mother who was nursing a baby. She saw with her own eyes that the mother used a dagger to cut open her finger and then used her blood to feed her child.
This scene was very shocking!
It reminded Milan of her mother who had passed away a long time ago, so she secretly gave her the last bit of food she had.
The prayer room was very quiet.
Milan felt that her legs were numb.
She didn't know why she was kneeling here. Perhaps she was experiencing her father's feelings at that time.
The town was besieged by Jackalans.
His father had also knelt in the prayer room for an entire day and night, praying for a response from the gods, hoping that he could regain the divine power to save his home.
The bishop told her that God had fallen.
Milan knew this because all the statues had lost their brilliance. She was a very talented little girl who had inherited her father's innate perception. If none of this had happened, perhaps it wouldn't have been long before she would have become a trainee priest, and then slowly inherit her father's position and become a bishop in charge of a temple.
But that would probably take many years.
Because she was a little playful, her father always spoiled her and rarely forced her to pray with him.
Milan was very sad.
As a young girl, she was now surrounded by loneliness and fear.
Uncle Pam was called to participate in the battle. When she saw him the day before yesterday, his arm was injured. She didn't know if he was alive or dead today. No one comforted her. At this time, no one had the energy to care about a little girl. Everyone in the temple had fear in their eyes. They didn't know what would happen tomorrow, and they didn't know what would happen in the future.
Milan felt very powerless.
She was just a very ordinary little girl. In the face of such a war, she couldn't do anything at all.
So she could only pray to God for help!
The bishop told her that the 'God of Half-elves and Rogues' had completely fallen. As a god, he had died and could no longer hear the prayers of his believers.
But the little girl didn't give up.
She was not a priest of the 'God of Half-elves and Rogues'. She was just a little girl with the talent of a priest but hadn't officially decided to believe. Therefore, she decided to pray to all the gods. No matter who it was, as long as they could save them, she was willing to give her faith, life, and soul to this god. She would fight to protect his glory for the rest of her life and never change her mind until death!
Her faith was so strong.
So much so that even after three days of not receiving any response, she still continued to persevere.
She prayed for the help of the gods, prayed for the great gods to help these poor people. She was willing to give her all for him, become his most loyal servant and follower, and fight to spread his glory all her life.
Unfortunately.
There was still no response.
In this period of the coming of the Avatar Crisis, no god would pay attention to such an inconspicuous little girl. Their energy was all used to deal with the unknown future. Moreover, in the absence of any holy emblems, statues, or altars, the gods had to pay their own divine power to listen to her call. And in this temple that was almost abandoned, all her prayers and calls could only be transmitted to one place!
That was the existence of the 'Half-elves and Rogues' clergy.
…
Tiredness.
Hunger.
Sadness.
Milan didn't know why she was still persisting. What was she still persisting in!
She just knelt on the ground numbly, her petite body knelt down humbly, constantly praying to all the gods who might respond to her prayers, praying for even a glimmer of hope!
"Patter."
A drop of crystal tears fell down her delicate and tender face. The little girl who had been strong and didn't cry after hearing the news of her father's death finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
The prayer room was strangely quiet.
She could even hear the sound of her tears falling on the ground. But just when she was almost desperate.
A powerful will suddenly appeared in her mind!
Then.
Some kind of great power directly transcended space, causing a sacred name to echo in her mind. Instantly, her entire mind couldn't help but tremble.
— — [Søren]!
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