The Ancient Sages, the Creator. Regardless of which religion's sacred texts or historical records, all land creatures acknowledged that the Ancient Sages were the Creator of this world. They were the ones who created (or at least accelerated the evolution of) the Elves and Dwarves. As for whether humans were also their masterpiece, it was unclear.
However, other than that, all the books that Laing could read did not have any detailed records about the Ancient Sages. There were only some intermittent words. Laing had also asked many people and even gods, such as the God of Justice who often responded to the prayers of his believers.
Unfortunately, it was not that they deliberately hid it from Laing, but that they did not know. The God of Justice was a foreign god and knew nothing about the Ancient Sages. However, he told Laing that Yurick might know something about the Ancient Sages.
Laing knew that this was not a suitable time to ask questions, but the Ancient Sages were too important to him. This directly involved his mission.
The white divine fire suddenly splashed sparks and landed on Laing's body, burning his skin. Laing gritted his teeth and felt the burning pain. He forced himself to endure it. He knew that this was the price he had to pay for offending the Ancient Sages.
Under normal circumstances, mortals could not make requests to gods. This was blasphemy and audacity.
Especially the hot-tempered Yurick, Laing was gambling.
However, he was confident.
First of all, as a white wolf knight, his questioning tone was not a request. Yurick loved his white wolf knights and would not punish him or take his life.
Secondly, he was betting that Yurick would treat him differently.
"I don't know much about the Ancient Sages, but I do know some things. But boy, do you know? I hate answering other people's questions. I hate it very much! " Yurick said impatiently. The white divine fire flashed. "Let's not talk nonsense. Bring the head of that big unclean thing to my temple, and I will forgive your offense!"
After that, the white divine fire completely disappeared in the cold air.
Laing let out a sigh of relief. The plan was successful. Yurick had stated his conditions, and Laing could only comply. Bargaining was courting death.
Thinking of this, Laing's bracelet suddenly lit up. "Laing, where are you?"
It was Archbishop Innocent of the Church of Justice in Nord.
"We are now at the foot of Mount Scarville, Mr. Archbishop." Laing raised his wrist.
"Then you're going to Mjörden Haven. The Paladins of the Church of Justice have arrived before you. Laing, your old friends are here too." Pope Innocent's voice was still as solemn as ever. "They will be meeting up with you soon. Is there anything else?"
"How is the war in the north?"
"The barbarians have split into three groups heading south, led by their leader, Ulfric the Wanderer. There are about twenty thousand of them. Nord's navy is currently engaged in a fierce battle with the barbarians at sea," Pope Innocent said, indicating that the situation was still under control.
"That's good." Laing let out a sigh of relief.
Originally, the northern barbarians could hardly pose a threat to the south. However, everything changed after the arrival of Chaos.
The barbarian ships were directly 'conjured' by the Evil God of Chaos, and the armor they wore was also bestowed upon them by the God of Chaos.
When a barbarian warrior had experienced countless bloody wars and pleased the Evil God, he would truly degenerate into a Chaos Warrior. A full set of Chaos Armor would appear on his body directly. There was no need for technology or forging. It was just that unreasonable.
However, after becoming a Warrior of Chaos, the barbarians would no longer be able to live as normal people. For humans, even the bravest and most battle-hungry could find comfort in the warmth of a fireplace, the embrace of a wife, and delicious food between battles. However, this was not the case for Warriors of Chaos. Once they truly fell, coldness and slaughter would accompany them for the rest of their lives. These mortal pleasures would no longer be able to touch them. Only by constantly slaughtering and sacrificing to please the Evil God would they be able to find some relief from the Evil God's blessings. Unfortunately, this relief was short-lived. They would soon lose this feeling and crave the next sacrifice.
Food was no longer a necessity for their survival. Blood was.
After the logistical pressure was reduced, the barbarians could continue to gather troops to raid the south. They could be found in the Kingdom of Nords in the north, the Empire's ports and Brittany in the west, and even the southern kingdoms in the south. However, due to the logistical constraints (the number of Warriors of Chaos in the army was still small), the Kingdom of Nords was the closest to them.
The Kingdom of Nords had long been on guard against the barbarians. A large number of fortifications were built in several major port cities in the north for defense. After the establishment of the New Empire, the barbarians could no longer take advantage of the Empire. This caused the barbarians to begin to set their sights further. For example, in recent years, the Knight King's Brittany had been continuously attacked by the barbarians.
In the camp, there was no sound. The mercenaries and guards who had worked hard for the whole day had found a place to rest. Only the burning bonfire and the night watchers were sitting around it and chatting.
"What a cold day!" Leading the group were the mercenaries of the Blood Axe Mercenaries. Wayde, Simon, and the rest were warming their bodies around the bonfire.
"There's no choice. Nords will get colder in the future. In another one or two months, the sea and river will be completely frozen. By then, we will have to return to the base camp to spend the night." Wayde extended a branch into the bonfire.
The bonfire was a gift from the White Wolf God of War, Yuric. As long as the bonfire burned, ordinary creatures of Chaos would not approach the bonfire at night. They would be protected by the White Wolf God of War.
The base camp of the Blood Axe Mercenaries was in a corner of Coldwinter. Compared to the expensive land in the Empire, Nords was sparsely populated. Even the land in the Imperial Capital was relatively cheap.
"I miss the Winter Veil Festival in Coldwinter. I miss Aunt Lina's scones." Simon looked at the bonfire and thought back to the good times last year. Back then, the Blood Axe Mercenaries had rested in Coldwinter for a wonderful Winter Veil Festival.
Now that the Blood Axe Mercenaries had lost more than half of their members, even if they could complete the mission and get a large sum of money, they would not be able to return to Coldwinter for the New Year with a smile. Furthermore, Boris was adamant that he did not want to work with Garland anymore. In the future, the Blood Axe Mercenaries would be suppressed by Garland's council. This group of women had a lot of influence in Nords and the Empire. It was hard to say if they could continue living in Nords.
"Do you think we can use this opportunity to establish a relationship with the Imperial Royal Academy of Sorcerers? The wizards … should need some help, right? "Someone in the mercenary group asked.
"You mean the Sea Heart Stone? That … "Wayde frowned.
This was a good choice. If Martz wanted to sell the Sea Heart Stone, he would have to contact the people from the Royal Empire Academy. The Blood Axe Mercenaries could use this opportunity to recommend them and see if they could find some work.
"We can give it a try. I heard that the great alchemist wizard of the Empire, Bayershazer Gelt, is looking for mercenaries to help him complete a mission. Also, we can consider giving up on staying in Nords. If we want to spread the name of the Blood Axe Mercenaries, staying in Nords won't do us any good. Maybe we can follow the caravan to Marlin Castle?" Wayde muttered to himself.
"Master, I say, the leader's injuries won't be healed in a short time. You should be the one making the decision, right?" Banda sat beside the bonfire. The flames were bright and warm, shining on the mercenary's face.
Before the mercenary could finish his words, another mercenary stood up immediately. "Banda! What do you mean? You are being disrespectful to the leader. As long as the leader is Boris, you shouldn't say such things! "
"But the leader isn't here! Master is the deputy leader, so he should be the one making the decision, right? "Banda stood up suddenly and confronted the mercenary.
While they were confronting each other, Wayde suddenly signaled for everyone to stop.
"Wait, what's that sound?"
"The ground, the ground is shaking!"
"Earthquake?"
The mercenaries all stood up. Among them, the experienced Wayde saw the horses that were tied to the side neighing constantly. He had a premonition that something was wrong. He immediately shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! "
Just as he finished his words, a few muscular Minotaurs charged into the camp with large axes in their hands.
"It's the Orcs!"
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