V3.Chapter 100

The night was unprecedentedly cold.

The cold wind blowing from the Misoda Canyon faintly carried a certain chilling sound.

Milan took a jar of smashed herbs and slowly walked into the front of the temple. There was a painful moan from the wounded in her ears, as well as the whispered comfort of Serena's sister. There was a bloody smell in the air, some bloody bandages were scattered on the ground, and some kind of smell similar to disinfectant. There were some wounded lying in the corner of the temple. The town's garrison captain, Morkad, 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 is what the gnolls left behind!

There has always been a group of terrifying gnolls near the Misodar Canyon. They believe in the demon lord [King of the Gnolls] - Yenogu on the 422nd floor of the bottomless abyss. These gnolls are quite difficult to deal with, and since their half-elf tribe migrated here, their struggle with the gnolls has never stopped.

correct.

This is the town of half-elves.

Many of the people in front of them look similar to humans, but in fact they are all half-elves, but the blood of elves is relatively thin. At present, most of the residents of the town have less than a quarter of the blood of elves.

"Damn gnoll!"

A town guard let out a low growl in pain, because his wounds opened again because of anger, and the doctor next to him who was taking care of him immediately told him not to move, otherwise the wound would not stop the bleeding at all.

Milan, who is only sixteen years old this year, walked forward with her head down.

Because she is a half-elf, she looks very petite, only the height of a 12- or 13-year-old human girl. But she's naturally agile, and many people in this town are pretty good at it.

"Milan."

A low male voice sounded, the tall garrison stopped wiping his weapon, walked up 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 jar and walked towards the back of the temple.

There was dead silence behind the temple.

Here is the [God of Half-Elves and Wanderers]-Kester, who is the successor of [God of Thieves]-Max. Since the realm of shadows fell into the hands of the [Lord of Shadows], [God of Half-Elves and Wanderers]-Kester had to rely on his own race to bring the weak realm of half-elves into his vocation. Since that time, his beliefs have been widely spread among the half-elves, and his priests have become an important force within the half-elves.

There is a prayer room at the back of the shrine.

Milan approached cautiously, then gently pushed the door in.

Inside is a middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe kneeling, and in front of him is an exquisite shrine in which a statue of the 'God of Half-Elves and Wanderers' is erected.

"My Lord Kester!"

"You are the guide of the wanderers and the protector of the half-elves!"

"Your humble disciple Bernier Kasadyk begs for your answer!  … I ask you to grant magic to help my people!  … The gnolls are wreaking havoc in our homeland!  … They worship the demon lords of the abyss. [King of the Gnolls]-Yenogu!...My clansmen suffered heavy losses!...Many brave warriors fell under the minions of the gnolls! …"

"Great my lord!"

"Your humble believer asks you to help us!...Your believers need the magic you bestow to heal and protect!..."

"My Lord Kester!"

"Your humble servant prays for your response! ... If you hear my voice! ... I pray for you to guide us! ... Many people have fallen! ... We ask the church in Fallen Leaves City. Help!...But no response!...We lack food, we lack weapons, we lack warriors!..."

"If you don't answer your servant's prayer, I'm afraid everything here will be destroyed by war!  …"

Prayer turned into crying.

The middle-aged man knelt before the statue. The whole person seems to have lost their faith and lost their soul.

"dad!……"

Milan's eyes were slightly red, she walked quickly to help the crumbling middle-aged man, and a tear the size of a bean couldn't stop falling.

Father has been kneeling for three whole days.

He didn't eat or drink for the past three days, and kept begging for a response from the gods, but he didn't get any reply.

There was no magical gift, no response, and even the brilliance of the temple was gradually dissipating. The attack of the gnoll has become more and more ferocious, Uncle Bastan has been killed, and brother Boluo has also died. Uncle Calado was also killed. The once powerful father, the father who saved the lives of many people, has now completely become an ordinary person, and he can no longer perform any magic. The wounded could no longer be treated and the town could no longer be protected.

Father is in pain!

Milan knew very well how much he loved the town he built with his own hands, and she knew very well that her father was willing to give everything for it, including his own life.

But now everything will be destroyed by war!

The wild attack of the gnolls cost them a lot. The orcs from the other side of the mountain were also eager to move, and the huge footprints of the ogres appeared on the edge.

Lost the protection of the gods, lost the priest's magic.

Their losses in battle began to multiply. Just relying on the treatment of herbs will only eventually lead to more and more warriors falling!

Father is in pain.

He prayed to the gods over and over again, but there was still no response.

"Milan!..."

The middle-aged man turned around and glanced at his lovely daughter, his eyes were bloodshot, he raised his hand and stroked the silky long hair of the half-elf girl, and then stood up staggeringly.

Clang!

Father drew out his long sword, and he walked to the corner step by step, putting on a pair of steel forged half-body armor.

He hadn't worn armor in a long time.

Milan walked over slowly and carefully helped her father put on the armor. She understood what her father wanted to do. As a once powerful pastor, he can only rely on this to fight after losing all the gods. .

"Tomorrow you will leave with them and go to Fallen Leaf City, which is our capital, where someone will accept you and protect you."

"I'm here to break up with the others!..."

Her father's voice was resolute, and her death-like tone made her shed big tears.

………………

Fallen leaves city, broken bones high slope.

A team of half-elf warriors in full armor stayed here, they lit a bonfire, and sat around with a bit of sadness.

"Hold on!"

"Baccaro!...You must hold on!...Don't die!...Soon Pastor Fina will be able to save you!...You must hold on!..."

Soldiers suppressed the pained cries of grief.

A faint smell of blood filled the air. There was an injured person lying on the ground, the ribs on his chest were sunken, and his breathing was already very weak. It was difficult to save such a serious injury with medicine alone.

On the other side of the campfire.

A half-elf woman with long blond hair knelt down on the ground, holding a lifelike statue in her palm, praying reverently: "My Lord Kester!"

"You are the guide of the wanderers and the protector of the half-elves!"

"Your humble servant prays for your answer!...The warrior who fought to protect your faith is dying!...He killed six gnolls alone!...He has defeated ogres, defeated orcs , defeated vampires!...He fought bravely to protect your glory!...Now he is dying!...Your humble servant Fina begs you to grant him magic to heal him!...If you can hear me Pray!...Give me guidance! …"

Tears fell drop by drop.

The painful moan in the ear has become weaker and weaker, the ups and downs of the chest gradually stop, and the breathing disappears little by little.

The young half-elf girl's eyes filled with tears, she stood up blankly, looked up at the starry sky, but could not see any light.

Faith is crumbling.

She came to the front of the dead warrior like a walking corpse, knelt down and raised her hand to caress his cold profile face, tears fell drop by drop, at this moment she couldn't cry: "Brother!...I'm sorry!...I'm sorry!..."

………………

The surface world, the spider forest.

"what!!!"

Sauron's figure suddenly sat up. At this moment, he was covered in sweat, his chest was heaving violently, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed, making him feel like a bellows.

"How is this going?!"

The expression on Sauron's face was very strange. He put his hands on his temples and muttered: "Why is this happening? Why do you have such a dream!  …"

"Why is everything in the dream so real!..." (To be continued, please search Piao astronomy, the novel is better and faster!