It's a straightforward question, but it's not a problem for the vast majority of believers in this world, and Wright nodded his head without much thought: "Of course, strong faith is the basis of being a clergyman. ”

"It can be seen that you are even better than most high-ranking priests in practicing the path of Light," Pitman smiled, "and it is rare to see a priest in this day and age who is as meticulous as you are in following the scriptures. ”

"Ansu's 'reform of the holy law' in 503 led to many clergy no longer being so strict with themselves, and that reform made it easier to release many divine arts and sacred rituals, and also allowed many low-level clergy who could not be promoted to get promotions - objectively, this greatly filled the clergy ranks, and also allowed other churches to learn from it, and brought about the great development of various denominations," Wright said eloquently, usually I really can't see that this tendon-clad melee priest has such a solid theological knowledge, But as soon as someone sat down with him to talk to him about the Light Faith, he would show such a knowledgeable and talkative side: "It is good that the number of clergy has increased, but it is also true that more and more people are no longer paying attention to the admonitions of the Light Path...... Regardless, I believe that the religious are still in the majority, and that the Light is ultimately guiding people to goodness. ”

"Is the reform of the Holy Law...... Pittman said unhurriedly, "Pope Dietas summarized the law from a large number of divine techniques and rituals, discovered the 'key points' in various divine arts and sacred rituals, and found that as long as these points are reasonably followed, it is enough to trigger the miracle of the gods, thus greatly simplifying the threshold for the release of divine magic, and in the process of summarizing the law, the bishops of the same period also found shortcuts to strengthen the effect of faith through self-verification, self-examination, self-questioning, etc., The discovery of this series of laws greatly lowered the threshold for becoming a mid-to-high-ranking priest, and the Church of Light, the first to carry out the reform of the Holy Law, took the opportunity to become the most powerful religion in the world—a power that continues to this day. ”

Wright looked at Pittman in surprise: "I didn't expect you to know a lot about this?" I thought the druids wouldn't be interested in the knowledge of the Light. ”

"The history of religion is not even the knowledge of the Light," Pitman said, shaking his head, "You can see that you are a priest who follows the path of classical meditation, and you have always demanded yourself according to the most traditional of the Light canons...... I wonder what you think of the clergy who take shortcuts? ”

Wright was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "They have their path, I have my way, the Holy Light will favor them, and it will also care for me, since the Holy Light shines on each of us fairly, it means that there is no right or wrong path—and naturally I am not qualified to judge their path." ”

"Yes," Pitman shook his head, "I'm just curious to see how the God of Light would feel if he knew that someone relied on shortcuts to gain power—those clergy who were not strict with themselves could gain the power of the Light by performing rituals and unleashing magic according to the canon after the 'Reform of the Law', while they usually drank heavily, brawls, gambled, extorted extortion money from the common people, and exchanged the inferior holy water made after a hangover for the last straw in the poor homes. Don't you think it's strange that the Light will not diminish their favor in the slightest? ”

If it was a mainstream Holy Light priest here, most of them would have been furious after hearing Pittman's words, but Wright was obviously not a mainstream cleric, and his thinking about the Holy Light always preceded anything else, so after hearing Pittman's words, he couldn't help but think about it, and thought for half a minute before raising his head: "I can't answer your question." ”

Pitman was stunned, his eyes wide as he stared at the priest in front of him, "I thought you would try to come up with a theory to convince me - are you right to admit that I questioned the Light?" ”

"I don't admit your doubts about the Light, but I really can't answer your question," Wright replied calmly, "The Way of Light has taught me to be honest with my heart, and if I don't know, I don't know. But I don't think the dishonorable deeds you are talking about are necessarily the original intention of the Light—there are clergy of bad character, and I have had conflicts with many of them when I was in the Midlands, but their evil deeds stem from their own inner infirmity, and they are using deceit and cunning to benefit themselves, not the Light or the Gods of Light who are using these evil priests for their benefit—what profit do the gods have to take from mortals? ”

Pitman picked up the glass of water and raised his eyelids to look at Wright: "For example...... Faith? ”

"If it were really for the faith of mortals, the God of Light would not allow those bad deeds to exist," Wright seemed to finally grasp the contradiction in Pittman's words, and he smiled, "Justice and mercy are what make people cling, just as people naturally yearn for light." ”

Pittman looked at the confident priest steadily, and couldn't help but mutter, "...... But sometimes fear and violence have the same power. ”

……

Dark Mountains, eastern extension.

An elite force was operating on the winding mountain roads, wearing well-textured light armor and carrying a variety of light weapons that were easy to use in the mountains, and they were orderly and disciplined, and they could walk on the ground in the harsh conditions of the dark mountains, and every indication was that this was a well-trained and capable force.

It's just that they don't see any identification on their bodies, and even their weapons are deliberately concealed in style, whether it is a sword or a bow and crossbow, they are all regular weapons that senior mercenaries will use, if you judge only from their appearance, I am afraid it is easy to mix them with the mercenaries who are desperate.

This and several other forces have been operating in the Dark Mountains for two days, and since leaving the border between Ansu and Typhon, these infiltrators from the Typhon Empire have been pushing towards the depths of Ansu.

Their mission is to use the winding mountain passage in the dark mountains to bypass the steel defense line set up by the Duke of Loren in the eastern border of Ansu, and find out the situation of the country's defense in the southeast region, and after sending back the information, they will also find a way to lurk, merge with other infiltrated troops to form a "hidden nail" that pierces the enemy's flesh and blood, and wait for the opportunity while carrying out various sabotage operations, and when the war breaks out, the damage they cause will be enough to deal a heavy blow to Ansu.

There was more than one team entering the Dark Mountains, but this team was the most powerful of the several troops, and the High Elven Ranger Thorderling was the commander of the team, and he jumped onto a prominent rock, easily balancing his body at the top of the rock, and looking out over the vast plains and forests at the northern foot of the Dark Mountains.

At this distance, man could not see anything, but he could distinguish almost all the cooking smoke and startled birds from the hazy forest and the fog floating above the forest, from which he could roughly determine how many human settlements there were in his field of vision, and the approximate size of these settlements.

After some observation, the high-ranking elven ranger jumped down from the boulder and gave a succinct order: "It's safe here, rest for thirty minutes." ”

The Typhon soldiers immediately found shelter in place, seized the time to relax their waists and legs, and drank and fed - although they were all elites, no matter how elite the troops were, they could not all be extraordinary professionals like Thorderlin, and the most powerful main army of the Typhon Empire was still composed of ninety percent ordinary people, and this team of only a dozen people had a high-level elf ranger, three low-level knights, and a mage, which was already quite an astonishing proportion of transcendents, But low-level transcendents still need to rest in this situation.

The soldiers began to regain their strength, while whispering about what they had seen and heard along the way into the Dark Mountains - this forbidden area of death, which had been rumored to be cut off from life in the outside world, was not as terrifying in their eyes as the legends, although they encountered some monsters that had been mutated and deformed by the influence of magic, but there were no desperate enemies, but the steep mountains and some poisonous plants were more dangerous.

Everyone knew that they were walking next to the Gondor Wasteland, but as long as they didn't go to the southern foothills of the mountains and face the Black Forest, the pressure of the Gondor Wasteland wouldn't make them too nervous.

A knight-level warrior took out the tools for drawing the map, marking the key forks and mountain directions on the rough hand-drawn map, while his companion next to him took out a metal cylinder with small holes, and after opening the cylinder, a pitch-black "flying insect" was released from it, accompanied by a slight sound, the black flying insect rushed into the sky like lightning, and quickly disappeared from the soldiers' field of vision.

This thing that looks like a flying insect is actually the creation of crazy experiments by magicians, and a trace of thin demonic beast blood makes it have extremely fast flight speed and can be trained artificially, in this kind of squad scattered action, the trained telecommunication flying insects can easily confirm the situation of each squad and the prescribed position, which is a very useful thing.

Thorderling glanced up in the direction where the insect had disappeared, then withdrew his gaze and leaned against the rocks with his eyes closed, his overly neutral face obscured by his long blond hair, which at first glance might even be seen as a heroic female warrior - but none of the Typhon soldiers resting nearby would despise the slender elven ranger, whose name was known far and wide.

"Salderlin the Blonde", a name he was known in Typhon's mercenary circles, and it was clearly related to his blonde hair - though only those who knew anything about the Silver Elves would understand what the name really meant, and the power behind it.

The silver elves are an ancient race living in the south of the continent, and these forest dependents whose bloodline is closest to the ancient "primordial elves" have many differences from humans, in addition to their special cranial nerve structure and matching elven spells, another characteristic of the silver elves is that their hair color will change with the increase of strength - the silver elves in a non-combat state are all blonde, but as they stimulate the latent power in their bodies, the strong magic will cause their hair to be infected by elemental power, When a Silver Elf exerts seventy percent of its strength, its hair color will completely turn silver white, and its combat power will skyrocket until they end their burst of power.

This is where the words "Silver Elf" come from.

However, no one has ever seen "Sölderlin the Blonde" look after he has increased his strength to seventy percent - he has always faced his enemies with the utmost calmness, and his blonde hair has never changed even in the face of the greatest challenges.

This is how he received this very special title.