The night, unprecedented cold.

The cold wind that blew from the Misoda Gorge had a faint chilling sound.

Milan slowly walked into the front of the temple with a jar of mashed herbs, the painful moans of the wounded and the whispered comfort of Serena's sister in her ears. There was a smell of blood in the air, some bloody bandages scattered on the ground, and something that resembled disinfectant water. In the corners of the temple lay wounded, and the town's garrison captain, Mokad, sat under the temple's stone pillar with a sword in one hand, with 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 Misoda Gorge, and they believe in the demon lord of the 422nd layer of the bottomless abyss, the [King of the Gnolls] - Yenogu. These gnolls are quite difficult to deal with, and their struggle against them has never stopped since their half-elven race migrated here.

That's right.

This is a half-elf town.

Many people in front of them look like humans, but in fact they are half-elves, but the blood of elves is relatively thin, and most of the current residents of the town have less than a quarter of elven blood.

"Damn gnolls!"

One of the town guards let out a low roar of pain, angry that his wound had opened again, and the doctor who was caring for him immediately told him not to move, otherwise the wound would not stop bleeding at all.

Milan, who is only sixteen years old this year, walked forward with his head bowed.

Because she was a half-elf, she looked very petite, only the height of a human girl of twelve or thirteen. But she's naturally agile, and a lot of people in this town are pretty skilled.

"Milan."

A deep male voice sounded, and the tall garrison officer 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. He put down the jar and walked towards the back of the temple.

There was a dead silence behind the temple.

This place is dedicated to the god of half-elves and wanderers, Koster, who is the successor of Max, the god of thieves, and fell into the hands of the Lord of Shadows due to the realm of shadows. [Half-Elf and Wanderer God] - Cast had to rely on his own race to bring the weak realm of half-elf into the scope of his priesthood. Since then. His faith began to spread widely among the half-elves, and his priests became an important force within the half-elves.

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

Milan cautiously approached, then gently pushed the door in.

Inside kneeled a middle-aged man dressed in a priest's robe, and in front of him was an elaborate shrine in which an image of the 'god of half-elves and wanderers' was erected.

"My lord Kerth!"

"You are the guide of the wanderer, the protector of the half-elves!"

"Your humble devotee, Berniel Casadik, pray for your answer! …… Pray that you will help my people with divine magic! …… The gnolls are wreaking havoc on our homeland! …… They worship the Demon Lord of the Bottomless Abyss, the King of the Gnolls! …… My people have suffered great losses! …… A lot of brave warriors fell to the minions of the gnolls! ……”

"Great Lord!"

"You humble believers pray that you will help us! …… Your followers need your magic to heal and protect them! ……”

"My lord Kerth!"

"Thy humble servant prays for thy answer! …… If you heard me! …… Pray that you will show us the way! …… Many of the clansmen have fallen! …… We ask the church in Fallen Leaves for help! …… But there was no response! …… We lack food, we lack weapons, we lack warriors! ……”

"If you don't answer the servant's prayers, I'm afraid every one of these places will be ruined in the flames of war! ……”

Prayer turned into crying.

The middle-aged man knelt in front of the statue, as if he had lost his faith and soul.

"Daddy! ……”

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

Father had been on his knees for three whole days.

He had not eaten or drunk for three days, and had prayed for a response from the gods, but received no reply.

There was no divine gift, no response, and even the splendor of the temple was fading. The gnolls' attacks have become more and more ferocious, Uncle Bastan has been killed, Brother Boro has been killed, and Uncle Calado has been killed. A father who was once extremely powerful, a father who saved many lives. Now that he has become an ordinary person, he can no longer perform any magic skills, and he can no longer heal those who are injured. The town can no longer be protected.

Father is in pain!

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

But now every one of them will be destroyed in the flames of war!

The frenzied attacks of the gnolls cost them a lot, the orcs from the other side of the mountain are also ready to move, and the huge footprints of the ogres appear on the edge.

Lost the protection of the gods, lost the divine magic of the priests.

Their losses in battle began to increase exponentially, and simply relying on herbal healing, only more and more fighters would eventually fall!

The father was 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, and he raised his hand to caress the half-elf's long silky hair. Then he staggered to his feet.

Sonorous!

Father drew his sword, and he walked to the corner step by step. He put on a pair of steel bust armor.

It had been a long time since he had worn armor.

Milan walked over slowly, carefully helping her father put on his armor, she understood what he wanted to do, as a once powerful priest, he could only rely on this to fight after losing all his gods.

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

"I'm here to break off with the others! ……”

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

………………

Deciduous City, high slopes of broken bones.

A group of heavily armed half-elven warriors settled here, lit a bonfire, and sat around with a somewhat lonely and sad expression.

"Hold on!"

"Baccarlo! …… You've got to hold on! …… Don't die! …… Soon Pastor Fina will be able to save you! …… You've got to hold on! ……”

The warrior suppressed the cries of pain.

A faint smell of blood filled the air, and there was a wounded man lying on the ground, his ribs in his chest were dented, and his breathing was already very weak, and 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 on the ground, holding a lifelike idol in her palm, and prayed with great devotion: "My lord Koster! ”

"You are the guide of the wanderer, the protector of the half-elves!"

"Thy humble servant prays for thy answer! …… The warriors who fought to defend your faith are dying! …… He single-handedly killed six gnolls! …… He's defeated ogres, he's defeated orcs, he's defeated vampires! …… He fought bravely to protect your glory! …… Now he's dying! …… Your humble servant Fina prays for divine healing! …… If you could hear my prayers! …… Please give me guidance! ……”

Tears fell one by one.

The painful moans in his ears have become weaker and weaker, and his heaving chest has gradually stopped, and his breathing has disappeared little by little.

The young half-elf girl had tears in her eyes, she stood up with a blank look in her eyes, and looked up at the starry sky, but could not see any light.

Faith is crumbling.

She came to the warrior who died in battle like a walking corpse, knelt down and raised her hand to caress his cold side face, tears fell drop by drop, and she couldn't cry at the moment: "Brother! …… I'm sorry! …… I'm sorry! ……”

………………

The surface world, the Spider Forest.

"Ah!!h

Sauron's figure sat up suddenly, he was covered in sweat, his chest heaving violently, and the sound of heavy wheezing echoed, making his whole body feel like a bellows.

"What's going on?!"

The expression on Sauron's face was strange, and he pressed his hands to his temples and muttered, "Why is this happening?" Why do you have such dreams! ……”

"Why is the one qiē in the dream so real! ......" (To be continued)