Bicester Mountains, southern mountainous area.

After cutting off a wrist-sized giant Teng, Morey sat on the fallen broken tree, and at this moment he missed Grimm from the Murray mine very much.

If this reaper of life were here, would he still have to cut a path out of the vine in such a mess?

Hearing Morey's heavy gasps, Mark turned his head and said with some shame: "Your Majesty, the camp is not far away, are you just waiting here, I'll let them ......"

If it weren't for the fact that the [Eye of True Knowledge] was still in the grass creation stage and couldn't fully control Red Leaf City, why would he let His Majesty accompany him to this deep mountain and dense forest.

"Alright, no need to say it!" Morey stood up again with his hands on his knees, calmed down, and let the group continue towards the camp deep in the mountains.

The rugged mountain roads and the abundant vegetation in the Bicester Mountains took Morey a full day to reach the large camp built from the ruins.

At this moment, Morey had only one thought in his mind: "I want a portal!" ”

The campfire crackled, the aroma of barbecue overflowed, and the group of Mark's men searched for "refugees" in the Bicester Mountains, one by one, drooling, and their eyes frequently looked at the grill where the barbecue was being held.

The pig-suckle, which was not light, was pierced by three shaved branches, and every time a red flame burned, the golden-colored pig-suckle beast would always drip a few drops of animal oil, and then turn into a wisp of green smoke to burst out the aroma, tempting more people to cover their mouths.

Looking at the crooked goblins and ogres, Mark's face flushed.

He turned his head suddenly, and a few subordinates who felt that they had done something wrong wanted to plant their heads in the dirt.

After "killing" them several times with his eyes, Mark's face was slightly pale, but when he saw Morey's back by the campfire, a trace of bitterness couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Your Majesty ......" Mark had never felt so unspeakable, his lips seemed to be glued to the [Supreme Glue] by the joking halfling wanderer, and he trembled for a long time without uttering the following words.

"Alright, alright! Don't blame them, don't blame yourself, it's so easy to preach! Morey walked over with relief and patted Mark on the shoulder.

Not to mention the demigods who have not even ignited the divine fire, even those gods who have been included in the compilation, in addition to their own basic plates, if they go to other places to preach, there are also all kinds of difficulties and dangers, this situation I have long expected.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Mark lowered his head excitedly, he couldn't let Morey and his subordinates see him crying.

"Okay, let's let them eat, it's quite torturous!" Morey touched his stomach and smiled bitterly.

Given the signal to start eating, the refugees rushed over like hungry tigers.

In just an instant, the pig beast disappeared from the branches, and even the unlucky egg who didn't grab it pulled out the three branches of the skewers and licked the animal oil on them carefully.

In the face of this situation, not to mention Mark, who wants to die again, even the open-minded Morey can't help but hold his forehead, what kind of thing is this!

"Thank you, Master, for your food!"

Morey was looking down and sighing, but there was a voice in his ear.

"Huh?" Morey looked up and couldn't help but let out a sound.

In front of him was a half-dragon man covered in dark red scales, holding the hind legs of a pig beast in both hands, lying on his front legs on his knees.

The half-dragon man raised his hands slightly as if he was offering food to the gods, and lowered his head even more respectfully: "Master, I am Dakisas, the son of the Red Dragon, and the leader of the Black Stone Tribe!" ”

Morey turned around and met Mark's surprise gaze, and both of them couldn't help laughing silently - I didn't expect there to be an unexpected gain!

Early in the morning, the creek.

"Hurry up and wash me, and when the archbishop presides over the ceremony himself, don't bring that stinky smell with you!" A middle-aged man, who had been a priest of Sandakol and was now an apologetic of the Eye of Knowledge, waved the whip in his hand fiercely.

The whip made a pop in the air, causing these lazy fellows to speed up their movements when they heard it, and the whole stream suddenly became pitch black.

"A bunch of ignorant fools!" Looking at this group of stupid creatures who don't smoke and don't know how to move, Evans looks down on these guys from the bottom of his heart that may not be as big as the orcs.

Of course, there are exceptions.

"I'm done, Lord Evans!" After the half-dragon man in front of him washed up, the scales shone in the sunlight, and with the sturdy limbs and huge dragon tail, the whole person was filled with a wild and violent beauty.

"Hehe, Dakisas, don't call me Lord, just call me Evans!" Evans is not a nerd who doesn't know anything, and his majesty's behavior like that of the bishop yesterday seems to be very satisfied with the leader of this Blackstone tribe, and he naturally doesn't mind dealing with him in advance.

Soon after, at the urging of Evans' whip, the twenty-three would-be believers of the Eye of Knowledge cleaned themselves and stood by the stream.

"Very well, tie this armband! Dakisas, you come and send it. Evans handed Dakisas strips of white cloth with large and small strips of white cloth painted with the Eye of Knowledge.

Although Morey came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare uniform clothes for them, they still rushed to make a batch of armband ties according to their size overnight.

Not to mention, when these goblins, ogres, and kobolds with very different heights, fat, and thin are tied to their armbands, they really look a little different from a distance.

The group returned to the camp under the leadership of Evans, but at this moment the messy camp was gone, the scattered bones, blackened unknown pieces of cloth were all swept away, and the whole camp looked fresh.

But the main thing was that which suddenly appeared in the cave on the mountain wall, and they rubbed their eyes, only to find that it was not their vision, it was real.

"Big stick, I remember you smashed the stick against the mountain wall, and it couldn't be smashed, right?" A barbarian approached the Ogre Stick and asked, asking.

"Hmm, I want to remember that I smashed, did I smash? Are you trying to make me smash you? But what's wrong with the stick, you can't go to the boss to get food! After thinking for a long time, the stick cleared the idea of smashing the barbarian in front of him who was automatically begging for death, and finally found a tribe willing to take him in, and he didn't want to wander again!

When Morey came out of the cave, everyone, led by Evans, fell to the ground and shouted, "See the archbishop!" ”

Only Dakisas felt the surging blood in his body that was even more surging than yesterday, and he couldn't suppress his excitement and shouted, "I've seen my lord!" ”