Shepard was dressed in a simple gray robe, and walked towards the city with natural movements.

All the people who passed by him had a dish on their faces that were caused by lack of nutrition, but the only thing that was undisguised was undisguised resentment, the Macrés were very serious about the oppression of vassals and slaves, and even hunted them wantonly, so that rebellions often broke out in the kingdom.

A tall minotaur passed by Shepard and walked in the direction of the city, where four of the six vassal races were humans, and the remaining two were the Minotaur and the Tiger, the latter being known to the players as 'Meows'.

These two races are very rare on the new road, the tiger people are the least, only the territory of the kingdom of Makere has appeared, and the minotaurs are in the south of Macre, in another country that crosses the long river, there are quite a few people, and some of them also have important responsibilities and posts.

Macré's ultra-racists, the Minotaurs and Tigermen, relied on strong individual qualities and years of struggle to qualify as vassals, while other inhuman races, such as kobolds and lizardmen, only had the status of slaves in Macré.

This minotaur is a head taller than Shepard, more than two meters tall is normal among the minotaur clan, wearing ordinary clothes with rough income, but the lower body is a thick hairy leg with anti-joints, the hooves are calm and powerful to step on the ground, and he wears a silver shining nose ring on his nose, which proves that he is a warrior in the tribe, and a silver-ring warrior who abides by discipline!

Shepard was immediately very interested in him, the temper of the minotaur is stubborn, and those who can wear the nose ring are all qualified warriors who have proved that they can restrain their nature, except for the golden ring warrior who is the core of the leader, the silver ring warrior is the most high-end combat power of the minotaur tribe.

If you want to make friends, then just find a reason to say hello, the Makere people do not allow vassals to have their own beliefs, but must all worship the lava serpent they believe in, so the vassals only have a leader and no position such as high priest.

Shepard was about to step forward to say hello, but who knew that a scream suddenly sounded in the field not far away, and the pedestrians around were stunned and in an uproar!

"Makere people! The Makere people are hunting trials again! ”

"Damn the Macrés! Run, everybody! ”

Many of the panicked pedestrians panicked, but most of them still ran towards the town, and the minotaur silver-ring warrior also glanced in the direction of the field, and followed the crowd towards the town with a muffled grunt.

Shepard followed along, complaining pretendedly, "This damn hunting trial...... I really want to go back and kill those Maclays! ”

The Minotaur warrior glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "What's the use of killing them?" A group of newly grown cubs, the elite warriors of Makere will slaughter our people a hundredfold in retaliation. ”

Shepard was overjoyed, and there was a door to talk, so he continued: "Hey! That is, if it weren't for the sake of my clansmen, I wouldn't have endured this breath! ”

The words fell, but the minotaur didn't say anything, Shepard didn't care, so he ran side by side with him, until he rushed into the city, he slowed down, looked at the silver-ringed warrior and smiled: "Everyone runs for their lives together, it's also a friend, I'm Shepard, what's the name of the warrior?" ”

"Thom." The Warrior of the Rings looked a little reluctant to answer.

Shepard, however, knew how to communicate with these big men, so he just grabbed Thomp's thick arm and said casually, "Go, Thom, find a tavern to drink." ”

The Makere people were fond of drinking, and this custom also affected their vassals and slaves to a certain extent, although there were only some light fruit wines in the town, but the two of them drank very happily, one did not like to drink, and the other did not drink enough.

After a few bottles of mead, Tom already had a big tongue, but this big man, who was a lot taller than humans, had such a bad amount of wine, he glared at Shepard with red eyes, and said with a big tongue: "You, I found out a long time ago, you are not, no, where did you come from?" ”

Shepard took a sip of wine and asked with a smile, "Oh?" What not? ”

"Not a slave of the Makerés!" Thom muttered.

"Of course not, aren't the vassals of the Makere also humans?"

"Nope! You're not human! And not vassals! Say! Where the hell are you from?! Thom suddenly shouted loudly, and although there were few people in the tavern, they were all drawn to his muffled voice.

"Relax, Thom, we're friends, aren't we? I'll tell you. Shepard looked as usual, just reached out and patted Thom's arm.

Thom looked at him a little dazed, and vaguely urged: "You, say it quickly." ”

"I am not a slave or vassal of the Markrays, and of course, I am not a Markray." He saw Thom's bull's eye glare, and added.

"And who are you?" The minotaur suddenly woke up a little.

"I'm from the East."

"East, East? Aren't there only swamps in the East? Thom's expression was a little gloomy, and even a tall minotaur could only die if he fell into a swamp.

Shepard shook his head and said, "No, further east, beyond the swamp, there is a new kingdom where we have our faith!" ”

"A new faith? Like the tribe that the Makere attacked? Thom's expression was a little confused again, and Shepard looked at him, feeling as if the guy might faint at any moment.

"Yes, the deity we believe in is Tonatiu, the Lord of Light, and He is a true God! Do you want to believe it? Shepard's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the Silverring Warrior with a smile in his eyes.

Thom was getting stronger and stronger, and looking into Shepard's eyes, he felt that he was getting more and more confused, as if he was unconsciously saying something......

*

By the time Thom woke up, Shepard had already left the tavern.

He didn't use divine power to enlighten the minotaurs, this inhuman race has enough wisdom, he just borrowed the principles of some charm spells, used divine power and spiritual power to confuse Tom, let him follow him to do some rituals, recite some prayers, and become a pan-believer who believes in the Lord of Light.

Shepard was already walking outside the city, watching the slaves and vassals working in the fields against the sun, and he was calculating his own consumption.

"If the power of faith provided by an upright believer in January is counted as one, only ten pan-believers can be equal to one upright believer, and if it weren't for my systematic help, it would be difficult to maintain the ratio between eleven."

"Give Thom the grace to make him believe that what I said is true, believe that this god is true, but this divine grace will consume a hundred parts of the power of faith, and it is no wonder that the gods are so stingy with the gift of God, after all, there is also the consumption of giving divine magic, maintaining the thread of faith and normal blessings, and those gods with powerful divine power can attach the kingdom of God to the main plane, and it also depends on the feedback of the Sea of Force."

"Fortunately, the Minotaur has a straightforward personality, and I will keep his words and rituals in his memory, as long as he returns to the clan and confesses, even if he has planted a seed, he will only wait for it to sprout and grow."

At this time, his image had changed, and he had a kind eyebrow, a gentle smile, a gray beard, and a ragged shirt like a slave.

He walked through the fields, looking around for the man he was looking for.

The slaves are working hard, the Makere people do not need to be supervised, when the harvest is about to be made, they will send soldiers to collect food, the taxes of the Makere people will never be lowered but will increase, if the slaves cannot be paid, they will be killed on the spot, the slaves have no family and private property, they are just the livestock of the Makere people.

The scorching sun was scorching, everyone under the scorching sun was sweating like rain, and a rickety figure in the distance suddenly fell to the ground, Shepard was about to go over, but saw a stronger male ** next to him had run over.

When he walked to him, the man had already picked up the fallen man and dragged him to a cool place, the fallen man was as thin as firewood, if you look at the appearance, most people will think that he may be sixty or seventy years old, but Shepard knows that this person may only be twenty or thirty years old, but the slaves are doing hard work all year round, and it is extremely rare to live to the age of forty.

And the man who saved people looked like he was in his thirties, but judging from the childishness on his face, he may not be twenty years old.

The young slave was surprised to see Shepard approaching as well, and then lowered his head and tried to help the fainted slave.