With a curvy scar on his face, Ackerman sat cross-legged in front of Casper's ashes, quietly looking at the palm-sized jar in front of him, unable to tell whether he was happy or sad.

The mournful voices of men, women, and children beside him caused him to turn his head.

In the vast wooden shed, in front of each jar of ashes, there were more or less several citizens of Frost Stone.

Some are family members of the deceased, some are friends of the deceased, and some simply have received favors from the deceased.

Ackerman touched the cap of the urn and said softly: "I have long advised you to find a woman in the city and have a child as soon as possible." But you tell me every time that you have a wife and children, but you have already died in the war...... See, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have the last person to see you off......."

An apprentice shaman with a face painted with colored ink on his face walked into the wooden tent and said to everyone: "When the time comes, please all of you present to take the ashes of the heroes to the square of the pilgrimage." ”

Holding Casper's urn in both hands, Ackerman cast his eyes out the door and said to himself, "It's time to hit the road, my old friend." They say that the pilgrimage is the gateway to the sacred realm, and once your soul passes through it, it will officially become a member of the Heroic Spirit of the Gods...... I hope that the days there will be better than this world......"

Pushing open the door, Ackerman saw that all those who were eligible to enter the temple had come to the square of the pilgrimage.

Nodding to his comrades in the warband, Ackerman clutched Casper's ashes and walked towards the small gray building in the center of the square, led by the shaman's apprentice.

The building, known as the pilgrimage house, looks much more modest than the opulent temple in front of it.

It is hewn out of a large piece of rhyolite, with no windows, no ceiling, and only a heavy stone door for a single person to enter and exit. So, once the door is closed, the pilgrimage becomes a fully enclosed room.

The façade of the building, painted with lily of the valley sap, has a faint bright gray color, and you can smell a calming smell when you get closer.

The four cornices of the building, each carved with a dragon with a different appearance, are designed to refer to the appearance of a tyrant on the one hand, and on the other hand, they have some characteristics of the mythology of the gods, and on the four walls, they are decorated with gold and silver powder, or written in rune script, or rubbed with sketches, all of which record the words and deeds of the sons of the gods.

Walking down the stairs of the sanctuary, Ackerman noticed that all the shamanic guild members in Froststone City had gathered in front of the stone gate of the sanctuary.

Minnie, the leader, said to everyone, "Residents of Froststone, followers of the Children of the Gods......! We are here to witness, to witness the great moment when the Heroic Spirits enter the Sanctuary!"

Knocking on the stone door behind him with his cane, Minnie said loudly: "The son of the gods has ordered the construction of this pilgrimage site, and the souls of the deceased, after obtaining his permission, can directly enter the sacred realm of the gods and become immortal beings!"

Looking at the excited faces of the believers in the audience, Minnie continued: "Since opening the passage to the Sanctuary requires a lot of divine power from the Children of the Gods. Therefore, the number of Heroic Spirits eligible to enter the pilgrimage hall this time is tentatively limited to 100. The 100 Heroic Spirits were all killed in the war, and the list was determined by the Shamanic Assembly. And we will determine whether this person has a chance to be selected based on his life behavior, battlefield performance, and level of faith. ”

Seeing that the thousands of people in the square began to whisper, Shaman Minnie added, "The ashes of the Heroic Spirits who are not included in this list will be placed in the burial place at the back of the pilgrimage, and when the next opening of the Sanctuary Passage will be arranged, they will be arranged to enter the passage again. ”

"Only a hundred people will be able to enter here?"

Ackerman looked at the urn in his hand and said with some uncertainty: "With the personal relationship between the two of us and the children of the gods...... You should be able to make it, right?"

In the midst of the expectant gaze, the shaman Minnie pronounced the name of the first chosen one.

"Tim Rotaki!"

Some of the people present had never heard of this name at all, and some of them immediately praised the fairness and impartiality of the shamanic assembly as soon as they heard it.

Most of the people who don't know this name are residents of the city, and most of the people who know this name are participants in this battle.

Tim Rotachi wasn't a warband leader, nor was he a warband warrior, he wasn't technically a warband member, just a man in the Froststone army.

But it was this guy who was a slave class in Froststone City who became a well-deserved hero in this Ulster encirclement and suppression war.

Here's how it happened.

The defeat in the Encirclement and Suppression Battle of Ulster prompted the commanders to decide to retreat in batches. During the evacuation of the army, Tim belonged to a small and unknown warband, Sober, and this wargroup was responsible for the task of guarding the main retreat of the Froststone army, the bridge of Bansfateh.

While covering the wounded troops on the front line through the wooden bridge and sniping the enemy with a disparity in strength, the morale of the Sober regiment collapsed after holding out for three hours, and everyone, including the commander, abandoned their positions and began to flee backwards.

And Tim, a slave, a loyal and honest man in his forties, if he escaped back to Froststone City with the warband at that time, the worst case scenario would be to continue to be a slave...... But he did something that made everyone look at it.

Alone, in the face of the surging Ulsters, he did not choose to escape, but stayed on the position, made the flax oil in the logistics baggage into a flask, and used obstacles such as carriages and falling rocks to block the enemy for more than ten hours.

Eventually, he was caught by the enemy after running out of oil and dragged alive on a horse.

"I've seen that stocky man, who would have thought that a slave from his homeland would be braver than most of the Froststone men when facing the Ulster army?" Ackerman sighed softly, "If he was the first Heroic Spirit to step into the Divine Realm, I have no opinion. ”

The shaman Minnie read the name again, and a thin boy with patches and muddy straw sandals staggered to the top of the stairs as everyone watched.

Minnie looked at the boy and asked softly, "Tell me, kid, what's your name?"

"Check ...... ...... by Chuck Rotaki Tim is my father. ”

Minnie nodded, motioning for the shamanic apprentices to open the heavy stone door of the pilgrimage.

Pointing her cane to the dark door, Minnie whispered to Chuck, "Go, send your father's soul into the sanctuary of the gods with your own hands, and you will witness this great miracle with your own eyes!"