To the south of Froststone City, there is a secluded village perched at the bottom of a mountain cliff.

In the middle of this village, Carol sat on the earthen platform of the training ground, looking at several orcs not far away, doing physical exercises there naked, and said with a bit of incredulity: "I actually have the same kind ......"

Aldenan, who was holding a bone as a toothpick, lay on the ground comfortably basking in the sun, and said lazily: "Unlike us, they not only have no resistance to becoming alien, but even proud. ”

Carol remembered something and spoke, "They call themselves warriors of the Holy Cult and the sons of the gods. ”

Aldnan stretched: "It doesn't matter what their names are, do you feel safe when you look at the guy who looks the same as you, wandering around?"

Carol glanced at the werewolf and subconsciously said, "Indeed, but this feeling is strange. ”

"It's better to be strange than to be treated like a monster. Aldenan opened his mouth wide and yawned like an old dog: "After dinner, if it's okay, do you want to go to my place?"

Carol looked at the orcs, picked up his weapons and began to train for fighting, and asked casually, "What are you going to do?"

Aldenan slowly got up from the ground and shook the dust on his back: "A few days ago, I found two people in the werewolf clan who can play cards, and with you, they just made up a table at night. ”

Carol didn't answer Aldenan, but turned his head to a dense forest in the far middle of the village.

Aldenan followed his gaze and happened to see two elven women walking through the canopy of trees, jumping into the wooden house built on the trunk of the tree.

"Still thinking about her?" The werewolf patted the orc on the shoulder: "Dude, I didn't strike you, don't you think that the gap between races is already difficult to cross?"

"Carol, think about it. Those Mr. Elves and Miss Elves not only have a staggering habit of cleanliness, but they also do everything every day either discussing art or reading desperately, they also hate anything made of metal, and most importantly, they hate meat!"

Aldnan scratched the back of his head, puzzled: "Do you hear? I don't want to eat meat! Is there anything more delicious in the world than meat?"

Carol ignored Aldenan's complaints, his eyes darkened, and he withdrew his gaze.

Aldenan was still chattering, "In addition to training and praying, those elves are willing to deign to be with other aliens. Other times, they look at us like freaks. ”

Before they could finish speaking, a cry came from above their heads.

Following the sound, a humanoid with slender limbs and bird's wings flew down from the top of the hill.

Aldnan ducked in the shade of the trees and whispered to Carroll, "Those eagles, every day they look at people as if they are looking for prey. I heard that they refused the food offered by the village and chose to hunt for their own food. ”

Waiting for the harpy to return to its nest, the two walked along the path in the village towards the center of the village.

Along the way, orcs, werewolves, lizardmen, minotaurs, elves, ...... Various ethnic groups are gathered in this village, speaking the same language, but each with different habits and ethnic groups.

Walking to the square in the center of the village, Aldenan looked at the huge statue of the black dragon in the center and whispered, "They say that is the true body of the son of the gods." But, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a ......"

"Dragons. Carol added in a whisper as she looked at the group of creatures of different races kneeling in front of the statue.

Aldenan tilted his head and lowered his voice: "When he brought us here, Randall once said that His Majesty is the rumored son of the gods. In other words, Your Majesty is the ......"

Carol glanced at the creatures around her, put her arms around Aldenan's neck, and said in a deep voice, "I told you, don't discuss this here. ”

Aldenan shrugged, "Listen to you." ”

The two walked through the square to the entrance of the village temple.

A group of minotaurs are carrying large quantities of supplies from horse-drawn wagons under the command of an apprentice shaman.

Watching the villagers line up to get the supplies and tools they needed from the shaman's apprentice, Aldnan touched his chin and sighed in amazement: "In this village inhabited by foreign races, the distribution of food, tools, books and other materials is the responsibility of the temple. Each Holy Cult Army doesn't have to spend money, and it doesn't have to keep accounts, it only needs to provide its own needs. ”

"That's what makes me weird. Aldenan looked at the mountain of supplies, and after distributing them little by little, he said strangely: "This is not like a tribe, because the chief never pays his subordinates, and it is not like a village, because no village chief can meet the needs of the villagers endlessly." ”

Carol looked through the door of the temple and looked at the worshippers in the temple who were worshipping the dragon statue, and whispered, "It seems to me that this place is more like a direct army of religion. Believers are not asking for money, but for spiritual rewards and recognition. ”

Following Carol, Aldnan stepped into the temple.

The walls of the temple are covered with numerous frescoes, some depicting wars between gods, some telling the deeds of the sons of the gods, and some depicting the land of the Heroic Spirits after death.

Aldenan stabbed Carol with his elbow and motioned for him to look at the black dragon totem at the top of the temple.

"I heard them say that if you touch that totem with your hand, you can let your soul enter the sacred realm of the gods and stay in it for a while. ”

Carol looked at the totem that was worshipped by the believers, and whispered, "I have heard about it, and it is rumored that the sacred realm is inhabited by those dead warriors, and their heroic spirits reside there, enjoying delicacies and wine, waiting for the next call of war from the sons of the gods. ”

Aldenan frowned and said, "Do you believe it?"

"More than one person has touched that totem, and they all claim to have been to that holy realm, so it shouldn't be fake. Carol sighed helplessly: "However, only the Holy Sect Army who has made meritorious deeds is qualified to touch that totem......"

Aldenan was about to say something, but was startled by an exclamation from behind him.

He looked towards the door of the temple, and two charming, bright and moving medustos, surrounded by an embarrassed dark elf, slowly walked into the main hall under the attention of everyone.

Aldenan craned his neck, looked at the three who walked in, and said to Carol, "It's the snake sisters! The last time I saw them was when I was training for combat...... The dark elf with a scar on his face among them was a fresh face, probably a newcomer who had just entered the village. ”

Carroll pulled Aldnan back a bit: "Don't get too close! you haven't forgotten how terrible the sisters were the last time they trained......

Looking at the perfect curved figure of the snake demon sisters' upper body, as well as the beautiful face, Aldenan said with pity: "I heard that the sisters chose to join the Holy Cult Army for a man, could it be this guy with a scar on his face......

Seeing more and more lively aliens pouring into the temple, Carol pulled Aldnan out first.

Aldenan climbed a low tree and watched what was happening inside the temple before he said to Carol, "The dark elf seems to be an old acquaintance with the temple's shaman, Master Minnie, and they seem to be having a good conversation...... Alas!"

Hearing the werewolf's heavy sigh, Carol hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Those snake demon sisters, who usually don't even look at people at all, are now hugging that lucky boy from left to right! I'm sure that guy must be the one they were waiting for!"

Faced with Aldenan's envious and jealous tone, Carol rolled her eyes, completely speechless.