"Your Holiness, is there something wrong with the Chosen Ones?"
Seeing the Pope frown slightly, Bronze Furnace asked.
The Pope of the Dwarven Church shook his head slightly.
"No, I've just heard some legends about them, so I'm curious."
As he spoke, he raised his head and held the golden scepter that symbolized divine authority in both hands. He looked at the statue of Dolft, the God of Dwarves and Smithing, enshrined in the temple and sighed.
"It's said that … they're a group of people who are both evil and good, chaotic and orderly …"
"Evil? Kind? Order? Chaotic? "
Bronze Furnace was a little confused.
"Very contradictory, isn't it?"
The Pope turned around and smiled at him.
"But that's the information our church has collected from all over the world of Segers. All the forces in the world of Segers who have come into contact with the Chosen Ones often have completely different opinions of them, or even completely opposite opinions …"
"There are also rumors that identification magic is completely ineffective against them. You have no idea what they're thinking …"
"However, there's one thing that all the forces that have come into contact with the Chosen Ones acknowledge, and that is that the Chosen Ones army is probably the most powerful army in the world of Segers …"
"It's said that they're like a raging fire in the wilderness, burning everything in their path. They're also like an army of the undead that descended upon the world from a natural disaster, devouring and annihilating all enemies …"
"That powerful?"
Bronze Furnace's eyes widened.
The Pope nodded.
"That's why … I'm curious, and also very curious about Her Holiness the Goddess of Life whom they're loyal to. Of course … this is also related to the rumors about Her Holiness that the higher-ups of the various churches have heard. You're a Legend, so you should have more or less heard of her."
Bronze Furnace raised his eyebrows and recalled what he had heard from the royal family about the Goddess of Life possibly having some mental problems …
Although it was ultimately taboo to talk about the True Gods behind their backs, sometimes people were just wretched. The more taboo something was, the more they would crazily test it on the edge of danger …
Take the True Gods for example. No matter which intelligent race it was, they would still be very curious about the gossip between the rulers of these worlds.
And gossip about the True Gods often spread the fastest in the black market, especially among the non-believers who liked to watch the show …
Of course, blasphemy was another matter altogether.
After the Pope finished speaking, he enshrined the statue of the Goddess of Life that the bronze cauldron had given to him at the side of the temple. He bowed to it with the etiquette of the elves and asked:
"Did the Elves say when they can start summoning?"
"Yes, there are two more days."
The bronze furnace replied.
"Two days, huh …"
The Pope closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, then turned to the priest beside him and said:
"Inform the King to collect as many Magic Stones as possible within two days. The more, the better, especially the high-quality ones."
The priest nodded in agreement, then slowly retreated.
"Collect magic stones?"
The bronze furnace was slightly startled.
"I've already checked. If you want to use the statue of the Life Goddess to complete a summoning, the price is mana. The more mana you have, the stronger the summoning power."
The Pope said.
After he finished speaking, his expression turned solemn.
"Go and rest first, then continue to the sealed land. Two days later, we will officially summon the Chosen One!"
Bronze Furnace's expression also turned solemn.
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."
After leaving the Central Temple of the Kingdom, the bronze furnace let out a long sigh of relief.
The sky had gradually darkened, and the Burning Steel City, the capital of the Dwarf Kingdom, located in the mountains, had been plated with a layer of golden red by the setting sun.
This ancient city that had existed since the Silver Civilization still retained its buildings that had weathered the vicissitudes of life, rough and simple carvings, and mottled palaces. Every one of them had a rich history.
This place had been prosperous, prosperous, and was once the economic center of the southern Segers Continent. But now … it was just the capital of a declining kingdom that was gradually forgotten by the world.
Looking at the sparse pedestrians on the streets, the bronze furnace's gaze was slightly absent-minded.
He was already more than 130 years old this year.
Although as a Legendary Dwarf, he had at least a hundred years to live, he was already quite old among the Dwarves, whose average lifespan was about a hundred years.
In his memory, even if the Dwarf Kingdom had declined, the Burning Steel City a hundred years ago was still so lively. Every night, he could see celebratory crowds on the streets, everyone singing, dancing, drinking ale, and having a good time …
Unfortunately, that was already in his memory.
Everything had changed with the loosening of the Evil God Balot's seal.
A dozen years ago?
Or a few decades ago?
The loosening of the seal had actually been going on for a long time.
It was just that the loosening of the seal had been very slow before, like a frog being boiled in warm water. But in the past two years, the mana of the Segers Continent had rapidly increased, and the rapidly collapsing seal was like a basin of boiling water poured over the Dwarf Kingdom.
Those friends of his when he was young had already aged under the scouring of time, returning to the embrace of the True God.
Bronze Furnace's disciples and descendants had also died in battle in the Sealed Land.
It was this old man who had lived the longest.
The disappearance of the acquaintances around the bronze furnace was proof of the Dwarf Kingdom's further decline. Even in decline, the Burning Steel City, which was still prosperous, had turned into this desolate state, which was the epitome of the Dwarf Kingdom's rapid decline.
In order to strengthen the seal, the Dwarf Kingdom, which was already declining, had become even worse. Now, it really couldn't hold on.
Shaking his head slightly, the bronze furnace shook off the somewhat sad thoughts in his mind.
He didn't choose to rest. Instead, he took a deep breath and walked toward the Sealed Land.
The Sealed Land was located under the southern mountains, deep in the mines dug by the Dwarves.
This used to be part of the underground world, but with the fall of Balot, this area was completely polluted. The Dwarf God of Forging, Dolft, had no choice but to seal it and transform it into the Sealed Land for Balot.
As the bronze cauldron entered the mine, the number of dwarves gradually increased. They were all warriors fighting against the demons that had escaped from the sealed land. Of course … most of them might have been ordinary residents of Searing Steel City a few months ago.
If one looked carefully, they would find that the ratio of elderly to children among these warriors had obviously increased, and there were also many female Dwarves.
They shouldn't have become warriors, but in order to maintain the seal, they had to pick up swords and sabers.
This was the helplessness of a declining race.
The Dwarven warriors sat on both sides of the mine. Some were resting with their eyes closed, while others were drunkenly drinking ale. The atmosphere was very heavy.
They were resting.
The Demons that rushed out of the Sealed Land came in waves. There was a gap between each wave, and this gap was the respite for the Dwarven warriors.
No one spoke, and no one chatted. Everyone's face was filled with numbness and exhaustion.
It was also true that after seeing their friends and family die in battle again and again, the seal of the Sealed Land not only didn't strengthen, but also expanded and loosened step by step. Seeing this scene, no one would be excited.
To be able to maintain order and not collapse under such pressure was enough to show the tenacity of the Dwarves.
But this was already the limit.
If there was no other help, the bronze furnace had no doubt that the Evil Moon God Balot would be able to break the seal.
That would be a disaster for the Dwarves.
Perhaps the entire race wouldn't be wiped out, but the Dwarven Kingdom that had lasted for thousands of years would become history. The Dwarves would lose their last home and could only helplessly integrate into other races, especially the human countries and the underground world.
And the faith of the Dwarf God of Forging, Dolft, would probably be severely damaged.
No intelligent race was willing to become wanderers.
The Dwarves were the same.
Even if they had the skill of forging, they were welcomed by almost any intelligent race.
Seeing the bronze furnace enter the mine, the gazes of many Dwarves were gradually drawn to him.
All eyes fell on him, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in the eyes of the Dwarves.
"It's Lord Bronze Furnace!"
"Lord Bronze Furnace is back!"
"Lord Bronze Furnace, they all said that you went to ask for help. What was the result?"
Their gazes were filled with respect and expectation.
As one of the few Legends of the Dwarven Kingdom, the famous "Sky Knight", and a fighter who had fought against the demons in the Sealed Land for more than a decade, the bronze furnace's reputation had always been very high.
This time, he had been summoned by the Pope and sent to the outside world to ask for help, and many well-informed Dwarves had heard of it.
Seeing the expectant gazes of his clansmen, the bronze furnace's expression was somewhat complicated.
He let out a deep sigh, then smiled and said,
"Don't worry, under the oracle of the True God, we've already found strong reinforcements. They'll arrive in two days.
"Evil will never be able to defeat justice. The final victory … will be ours!"
His voice was full of encouragement.
Hearing the bronze furnace's words, the eyes of the Dwarves lit up and cheered in the crowd.
"I hope … the Elves won't disappoint us."
Bronze Furnace thought to himself as he looked at the excited Dwarves.
At this time, he felt a little apprehensive.
…
"Molly, Molly! Did you see the notice? The new version is about to be updated! The battlefield summoning is about to be activated! "
In Winterfell, a gamer dressed as a Priest rushed into a room in the inn and said excitedly.
In the room, a red-haired female Elf warrior in light Silver armor was wiping the long saber in her hands. She nodded at the Priest gamer, Caesar.
"I saw it. I was about to tell you."
She was the top five Valkyrie in the combat ranking of "Elven Nation," Molly Undermoon.
Like many lucky gamers who had advanced to Silver, she had advanced to Level 50, the peak of the current version of the game.
Her other half, the male Priest gamer, Caesar, had advanced to Level 40. He had both the Priest and Druid professions at Level 40. He was just short of a Silver profession advancement.
The Priest profession was the only profession in "Elven Nation" that could be used as a part-time profession.
Though the Priest profession could be used as a part-time profession, and the level of the Priest profession could be independent of the level of the main profession … the combination of the two professions wouldn't result in a qualitative change.
At most, the Priest would have more Mana and skills than a single-profession profession.
Of course, even if it was just a little more Mana and skills, it was enough to make the gamers go crazy, especially when they couldn't level up.
The advancement requirements for the Priest profession were very high, and not every gamer could achieve it.
Take Molly Undermoon for example. After many fruitless attempts, she gave up on the path of becoming a Priest.
"Have you registered? If not, let's go together. The Guild is forming a team. Everyone is planning to go to Sandstorm City to register. "
Caesar asked.
"Are we going to find Celestial?"
Molly Undermoon asked.
"That's right. Find him and register for the 'Seal Under the Kingdom' mission. Choose to participate, and you'll be summoned."
Caesar said.
Molly Undermoon nodded.
"Wait for me. I'll go after wiping the Blade of Penance."
The reward for the Battlefield Summoning Quest "Seal Under the Kingdom" was very high.
It was said that there was a chance to obtain a Silver Profession Change Slot and a Divine Artifact Restoration Point Scroll.
Although Molly Undermoon didn't need the former, Caesar needed it very much. Moreover, the latter also interested her.
Recently, she had been wandering around the Shattered Kingdom of God every day. Even the human adventurers knew of her prowess. She had also snatched many damaged Divine Artifacts from them.
The Silver Armor she was wearing was one of them. She was lucky enough to snatch a Divine Artifact that wasn't too badly damaged. It only required 200,000 Contribution Points to repair, and she had already repaired it.
This silver armour was called "Wind Spirit's Secret Armour". After repairing it, Jasmine Undermoon also obtained information about it. It originally belonged to the Elven race and was a Gold-ranked Lesser Artifact. It was said that it once belonged to a Ranger who was a God's Chosen.
Although it wasn't the best Divine Artifact that players could obtain, it was still the envy of many.
As for why she snatched it instead of picking it up herself …
How could picking it up be faster than snatching it?
Not to mention fighting it.
The registration limit for the Battlefield Summoning Quest was Level 40.
After Molly Undermoon finished dealing with other matters, she quickly joined Caesar's guild party and headed to Sandstorm City to register Celestial Serrandier.
"Another NPC with only one quest … I wonder how long we'll have to wait in line for this quest. I heard that all the major guilds are swarming towards Sandstorm City."
Looking at the mission introduction, Caesar stepped into the teleportation portal and shook his head.
The scariest thing in "Elven Nation" was that there was only one NPC for a popular quest.
Especially now that the number of players had increased …
For a quest that would attract the attention of the entire server, players would often go crazy trying to register. Sometimes, even the quest NPC would collapse from exhaustion. It was quite hilarious.
But at the same time, it was also very realistic.
However, Molly Undermoon shook her head.
"Don't worry. If it's Celestial Serrandier, it won't be that bad … Female players should know."
Caesar was stunned.
"Why?"
"You'll know when you see it. Female players should know."
Molly Undermoon kept him in suspense.
The efficiency of the Teleport Formation was very high.
The two of them were teleported from Winterfell to the City of Chosen, from the City of Chosen to the City on the Peak, and from the City on the Peak to Sandstorm City.
When Caesar arrived at the registration point of Sandstorm City, he was stunned by the scene before him.
The Original Elf Celestial Serrandier was sitting comfortably on a reclining chair. Dozens of female players from various Guilds were enthusiastically maintaining the order of registration. Among them, there were some famous bosses in "Elven Nation" …
"Don't push, don't push. Come one by one!"
"Those who don't have a party, please form a party! If you want to form a party, you only need the party leader to register! "
Their voices were very enthusiastic.
There were even two beautiful female players standing behind Celestial Serrandier, massaging his shoulders skillfully.
Caesar was speechless.
For the first time, he had the urge to beat up an NPC from the same faction.
It was a pity that he couldn't beat him.
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