After an intense battle, everyone needed to rest. Even Baron Dahl, who did not participate in the battle, felt tired from watching the battle and needed a good rest.
Now, it was the servant soldiers' turn to work. They formed groups of three to five and began searching the goblin tribe.
They had two goals. First, to see if they could find anything valuable. Second, to see if there were any goblins that had escaped from the soldiers' swords and spears so that they could eliminate them.
For the servant soldiers, the former was more important. For the Dahl Territory, the latter was more important. After all, the goblins reproduced too quickly.
"Today's battle went smoothly." In the military tent, the knight in charge of today's battle reported to Baron Dahl, "There are no more than ten goblins that escaped. They were at the back of the tribe and escaped at the beginning. We did not have the manpower to chase after them."
"It's just ten. If they escaped, then so be it." Baron Dahl waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "In this world of ice and snow, they might not survive long even if they escaped. Even if they were lucky enough to survive the winter, with less than ten goblins, what can they do? If there are no accidents, the number of goblins in our territory will not be large for at least three to five years. After all, the chieftain and shaman won't appear often. "
He was right. Goblins were a relatively weak type of magical creatures. Without the leadership of a goblin chieftain or shaman, they could only maintain a scale of less than a hundred. Any larger and they would attract the attention of those powerful magical creatures. After all, goblins were also on their menu. If there were only a few goblins, they might not work so hard for these little things that ran fast and were hard to catch. However, if there were enough goblins and they could fill their stomachs with just one effort, those powerful magical creatures would definitely not mind making a special trip back.
"It's strange. Forget about the goblin shaman, what's with the goblin chieftain?" A knight said. "I've never seen one that can become so big!"
"Yeah, I've never seen one either." Another knight nodded and looked around. Seeing that the mage was not in the tent, he could not help but laugh. "Look, someone has already gone to study it."
"I'm afraid I can't." The knight who had just entered shook his head and said, "I saw the group of people from the Church of the Void Mask drag its body to the altar, saying that this kind of strange enemy is just right to be used as a sacrificial offering …"
Everyone was stunned for a moment. A knight who looked like he had just reached adulthood asked in surprise, "Isn't the Void Mask a pure and kind god? Why are they still accepting blood sacrifices? "
Everyone looked at each other, but when they thought about it carefully, it did not seem wrong. The believers had worked hard to kill a powerful monster, and it seemed reasonable to use its corpse as a sacrifice. At the very least, the Church of War seemed to have done so.
It was just that a clergyman who was a pure good god was also doing this, which made people feel that something was not right.
The military mage also felt that something was not right. He did not mind the sacrificial behavior of the clergymen of the Church of the Void Mask. After all, he had already gotten his share of the spoils of war — one of the Goblin Chief's arms and its heart. For research, these two parts were more or less enough. Any more would be a waste. But he was also very surprised that the Church of the Void Mask also did this kind of bloody sacrifice, so he could not help but ask.
"… Then what do you think we should use as a sacrifice?" Priest Kabala asked with a smile after he finished the sacrifice and bathed in the warm holy light with his fellow believers.
The mage pondered for a moment and said, "The first handful of wheat harvested in autumn?"
"That's a ritual of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest."
"The first money you earn every month, or the first coin in your paybag at the end of the month?"
"That's a sacrifice for Her Majesty, the Goddess of Wealth."
"You pray every day when the sun just rises?"
"… My friend, can you not think too much!" Priest Kabala could not help but shake his head and sigh. "Don't compare the situation of other gods with us. Her Majesty is an easy-going god. She thinks that as long as it is the result of hard work, it can be used as a sacrifice. She doesn't care what is offered, only whether the sacrifice contains the three factors of sincere prayer, hard work, and righteous harvest. "
The military mage finally understood and nodded lightly.
If the three factors were included, the result of the crusade against the monsters by this group of clergymen was naturally part of the content of the sacrifice. Among the results of the battle today, the most worthy of praise was the goblin chief who could turn into a giant. It was reasonable to use its body as a sacrifice.
No wonder the sacrifice this time was so successful. As the sacrifices disappeared, the warm holy light fell like raindrops. Not only did it help them completely recover from their fatigue, but many people's eyes also flashed with joy. They must have been rewarded by His Majesty, the Void Mask.
At this moment, a ray of light suddenly flashed above the altar, and a broadsword so wide that ordinary people would need both hands to wield it appeared out of thin air and landed on the ground next to the altar.
The clergymen were shocked at first, but then they could not help but feel overjoyed. This was obviously a reward from His Majesty, the Void Mask!
Everyone could not help but look at the Paladin who was as strong as a bear, because the design of this sword was almost exactly the same as the one he was using.
A Paladin who was very close to him could not help but say with a smile, "When we go back, you must treat us!"
"Yes, treat us!" The other Paladins also joined in.
The strong Paladin laughed and nodded repeatedly. He first prayed to the altar, and then carefully held the sword with both hands. He held the hilt of the sword and swung it a few times. He felt that the weight of the sword matched his heart. It was indeed worthy of being made by a great god. Compared to the big sword that he had spent a few years to make, it was really much more brilliant!
"This sword is really fitting!" he said happily. "The size, length, weight … there is nothing wrong with it. It's so smooth to use as if it's a part of my body! "
"You go to the side and find a random stone to try," the old priest suggested. The old priest suggested, "The weapon given by His Majesty can't be as simple as fitting."
The strong Paladin deeply agreed. He walked to the side of a big stone, clenched the sword with both hands, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then ran the Fighting Power that he had just learned after today's battle. He tried to condense it as much as possible and slashed out with the sword.
When the broadsword struck the stone, it did not produce any sparks or bounce back. Instead, it was as if it had struck a piece of wood that was not very hard. There was a slight obstruction, but it was still able to smoothly cut in. In one breath, it had cut in at least a foot.
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