The Fifth Temple is there, and a war against the werewolves is about to begin.

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Even if the daylight was already covered by heavy clouds, emitting a cold and dim light, it could not change the high-spirited brilliance of Aaron's face. A gust of wind blew a strand of silver hair from his forehead in front of his eyes. But Aaron seemed to be blind to the cluttered grass in the distance, and what he saw in his eyes was like a journey to the clouds.

A passage from William's mouth echoed clearly in Aaron's ears again.

"If you can get the approval of a temple, you will complete the foundation of a king! Three temples can give you 600 years of life! And by capturing the Seven Temples, you will gain eternal life and become a god, a true god living in the world! ”

King, longevity, eternal life, God! These words made Aaron's eyes, no matter where they turned into the orbit, seem unpredictable, and even Kratos next to him didn't know what was going on in his heart at the moment.

In fact, not only Aaron is like this, it seems that everyone, whenever they achieve something, is often accompanied by a sense of emptiness.

Ephemeral things cannot be satisfied, and perhaps only the so-called eternal 'God' can satisfy the deepest human heart and the ultimate longing for eternal things.

For the first time, the meaning of God representing eternity was placed in Aaron's heart, and he was eager to seek the ultimate answer.

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The wolf captives captured by Xianli confessed everything.

The 'cataclysm' split within the wolf clan caused the wolf king to migrate from their habitat with most of his people, and after a long journey, the wolf tribe settled in the southern plains of Sparta. It was only due to wars and migrations that the wolf clan was too short of food to eat, which led to this invasion.

Aaron's gaze grew deeper, like the ocean in the distance, "Inform Kurush, the archon of the Bloodstained Grand Canyon, and tell him to assemble the Second Legion. …… Ready to hear the Spartans' call to battle. ”

His order to prepare for war was no longer simply to drive out the hidden dangers of the wolf clan, and now that the existence of the Fifth Temple had been proven, the significance of capturing a temple was sometimes far more important than conquering a barbarian tribe.

Unfortunately, the time for war has not yet come, and Aaron is waiting for the end of the God-given trade and the final return of the God of War to sacrifice Nosica and the Elder Diplomats.

"My king!" Suddenly, an old voice came into Aaron's ears.

In front of the newly completed three-story building, in front of the official residence of the king of Sparta, the seventy-year-old patriarch of the Zhurong tribe, Xianshan, seemed to have something to say.

The ruthless chiseling of the years made this old face look rough and deep. Because Xianshan was accompanied by a foreigner, Aaron's gaze quickly swept over the old cheek and landed on the 'short man' beside him.

As you can see from the appearance, this is not as simple as being short.

The 'dwarf', who was only half a man tall, though he wore luxurious clothes made of gold thread, had a twisted figure, short legs and long hands, a large head and a weathered face, and a pale and eccentric countenance, making it difficult for Aaron to tell his exact age.

Seeing that the Spartan king's eyebrows were slightly raised, Xianshan coughed twice, and in Aaron's eyes, his complexion was a little strange compared to usual.

"My king, this is Haag, the king at the bottom of the mountain, who splits the mountain. He came with a lot of sincerity and gifts, hoping to be sheltered and sheltered by Sparta. ”

Race in the Split Mountain? The king at the bottom of the mountain, hoping to be sheltered and sheltered by Sparta. I have to say that Xianshan's strange complexion, as well as his series of strange words, made Aaron instantly interested in the dwarf beside him.

Looking at it with the right eyes, on the dwarf's somewhat disproportionate face, there are only a little light eyebrows, a collapsed nose, thick lips, the distance between the two eyes is also a little far, and there is a thick ponytail behind the head, which looks very funny.

"In the periphery of Sparta, does anyone dare to call himself king? Well, he is still a king who hides at the bottom of the mountain. Aaron deliberately accentuated his tone with an interested question. The Spartan warriors standing on either side of the gate lowered their spears and pressed them against the back of the king at the bottom of the mountain.

I felt a chill on my back and felt the bloodthirsty eyes of the two tower warriors. In an instant, the king at the bottom of the mountain was as tense as a stone, and his heart sank as if it were filled with cold lead. The brain has lost the ability to direct its own actions, standing there like a log, looking at the king of Sparta in front of him with two eyes in a daze, until more than ten seconds, only after more than ten seconds, only then did he tremble all over, dizzy with fright, and lay on the ground in fear, "Don't kill me, I'm a dwarf at the bottom of the mountain, not a king, no." As long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything for you. ”

The ugly dwarf lying on the ground, his body proportions were extremely abnormal, and he rushed up because of fear, and his big eyes bulged out, and his eyes were wrapped in loose eyelids, and he couldn't see the eyeballs.

"The target is a dwarf, a creative race with abundant physical strength. This person does not lack courage, but does not have this quality. ”

Through the data, Aaron's eyes shone with a keen light, and the face of the king at the bottom of the mountain, because of the frightened, was wrinkled like a shriveled fruit.

Later, according to Aaron's understanding, he soon learned that although the gnomes lived underground, they lived a rich life, and when it was safe, they would sometimes come out to the surface to hold celebrations, and so on.

Gnomes are wary of humans and other races, and only a few people they can trust will trade. And coincidentally, the Zhurong tribe is one of the few people who can be trusted by the dwarfs. Gnomes are naturally cowardly and timid and fearful. The patriarch of the Zhurong tribe, Xianshan, has been helping the dwarfs and keeping their secrets.

But since the Spartans exterminated the ogres that split the mountain and waterfalls, the underground entrance of the gnomes, the depths of the cavern where the gold mines existed, happened to be occupied by the Spartans. I remember that I didn't continue to explore the depths of the cave because I didn't have time. Now it seems that with the gold mining, it is only a matter of time before Aaron knows the existence of the gnomes.

"It's a race of meek to the point of being lowly, and timid as a mouse." Aaron judged so. Had it not been for the King at the bottom of the hill to admit it, Aaron might not have believed that a huge race of 100,000 people would have to pay a few dwarf maidens every day to feed two ogres to help them 'guard' the entrance to the underground kingdom.

If it weren't for the gold mines, there would have been a few goblins who had already spotted the traces of gnomes. After all, the king at the bottom of the mountain won't step out of the surface so easily.

"The reason why the gnomes at the bottom of the mountain came to Sparta was completely out of desperation." Recognizing this, there was a hint of indifference between the frowns of Aaron's eyebrows.