Deep in the forest, where sunlight barely hits, the thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground becomes moldy, rotten, and eventually melts into the soil and becomes nutrients for the forest itself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The silence was interrupted by the sound of horses' hooves, and the horses' iron palms stomped across the ground, splashing rotting leaves and dirt below.

Ranst crouched on the horse's back, and even if he didn't turn his head to look back, he knew that the three figures behind him were already chasing closer and closer.

Warriors, wanderers, and priests can be considered an adventuring team iron triangle, you must know that there are not so many wandering mages or warlocks or anything like that to be professional adventurers. Warriors, priests, and wanderers, or rangers, are the mainstay of the entire adventuring party.

Even if there is a mage on his side, it will be even more difficult to deal with these three guys.

"Moria, get ready to fight." Lancet reminded the female mage behind him as he began to check his equipment.

"Wait, you see......" Moriah pointed to something swaying in the wind in the canopy on the left, "what's that?" ”

The witcher looked in the direction she was pointing, but saw no difference.

"Nothing."

"Look, there's more up ahead!"

This time, without the female mage's words, Lancet also saw the flags fluttering neatly in front of him on the canopy of the ancient tree.

I don't know how many years of wind and rain have been baptized, and the flags hanging on the trees have become tattered and the colors have become dim.

But Lancet could still make out a faint pattern of a moon on it.

The fairy of the fertile wilderness! The banner clearly belonged to a Yaling race. As a sword mage, Lancet had dealt with noble and mysterious spirits, so he could be sure that the area they had set foot in belonged to a group of Yaling who believed in the goddess of the Bright Moon.

Or once belonged.

As the mount progressed, Lancet and the mage behind him could clearly see that the former Yaling territory was now in ruins.

All the buildings were covered with green vines, and even the statue of the goddess of the Bright Moon was swallowed up by green vines and moss, and it was no longer visible in its original form.

"It's abandoned here......"

"Nope." Ranster shook his head, drew his sword from behind him, and leaned on his horse's back to pluck a fallen leaf from the ground, revealing a longbow that was almost rotting underneath.

"It's been slaughtered here." He affirmed.

"The territory that Yaling has lived in for generations, their descendants will never abandon. The Yalings who believe in Corellon will not, and neither will the people of the Bright Moon Goddess. ”

The witcher dismounted sideways as he spoke, and then helped the mage down as well.

He walked up to the idol and reached out to brush the moss off it, revealing the face of the goddess Fishilu.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

"It's a good place for you, long ears." Behind Lancet came the man's rough mockery.

Dezik had already chased after Sock and Evan with him, stopping his mount where Lancet had just passed.

"Choose this place to be your grave, you are really good at picking." Dezik jumped off his horse and stood a relaxed position not far from the idol.

Attacking from here was exactly the best distance for him.

"Although the total number of followers of the Goddess of the Bright Moon Fishilu is not as large as that of Corellon, her followers are all over the Fairy Fertile Field, and even many of the people who originally believed in the god of magic have turned to the embrace of the Goddess of the Bright Moon...... You know why? Lancet asked without looking back.

He carefully cleaned the green vines and moss that covered the idol, like a devout believer.

"I'm sorry, but I only believe in Mara, though probably not for long." The Iron Wolf Leader replied casually, and the "Gray Squirrel" Soke had quietly entered a stealth state under the instruction of his eyes, and walked around the two people next to the idol from the side.

"Lancet......" Moriah stared cautiously at the two not far away, and the disappearance of the wanderer made her feel the pressure for an instant.

"Fisillus' forgiving, world-loving, and gentle nature make her a very good god to serve, if you happen to have some elven blood in your heart...... It is said that taking care of her idol will also be protected by the goddess of the Bright Moon. ”

As he spoke, he wiped the last bit of moss from the statue's slightly raised left hand, knelt down reverently, and kissed Fishiro's palm.

Dazik knew that this dishonest half-elf was not so easy to deal with, but he really didn't expect that the other party would have such a hand.

He lunged forward, hoping to dissuade Lancet before he could do anything.

But it's still a little bit worse.

"O goddess of the moon, here are your pious people praying...... May the light of the moon bathe me and take me out of this predicament. ”

As Lancet pronounced these words in Elven language, Fishilu's idol began to glow softly, and a ray of moonlight shone on him through the canopy and interlaced branches, and the goddess responded positively to the prayers of her devotees.

A stream of divine light poured out from the stone statue and quickly spread out in all directions.

All the people and things covered by the light were frozen in time, only he was not affected by the light.

Ranster watched everything that happened with some dumbfounded, he really didn't expect that he, a believer who temporarily held the feet of "God", would have such a big face.

"Ranster, my follower......" At this time, the idol had already turned into a living Fishilu, and the goddess of the bright moon had obviously descended a trace of her own incarnate god.

"Goddess Fishiru." Randster respectfully half-knelt before her, not daring to show any disrespect in his heart.

"The real test is in front of you, you ...... You ready? Although the stone statue had turned into flesh at this time, Fishilu's face still did not have a trace of expression.

The witcher was in a daze, and he never expected that his choice to believe in the goddess of the Bright Moon would attract so many uncertainties.

But the situation did not allow him to hesitate, and Lancet could only bend lower.

"Your most faithful believer, obey your commands."

……

As the goddess turned back into a stone statue, everything here was restored to its original state in an instant.

Dezik rushed up and slashed at the stone statue's feet, but it only struck the stone steps with a few sparks.

Lancet and Moria had long since disappeared from their place, completely gone.

The fat meat that reached his mouth actually flew away with wings, and the iron wolf Dazik couldn't help but let out a roar of rage.

"Find me! Even if I dig three feet into the ground, I have to find them for me! ”