As soon as Wren saw off the agitated Akaland, Sicarius teleported back from the Red Dragon Castle with his back foot, and said with a smile: "Boss, Her Majesty is still waiting for your news." ”

"Got it. ”

Wren smiled, Emilys must be in a hurry.

He glanced at Sicarius, remembered something, and asked, "When have you been free to go back to Astarte lately?"

Because of the existence of the teleportation array, it is very convenient for the Ultramarines to return to their clans.

There are currently sixty members of the Extreme War Band, and when they are not on mission, they will take turns to return to their homes and bring back necessary supplies and some things that are missing on the plateau to their families and friends. Compared with the past few hundred years, the life of the Makulag people is many times better, the external problems have been completely solved, and the internal population is also rising steadily, with several newborns being born every month.

Sicarius became happy when he heard this, "Boss, are you going to recruit more brothers?"

"Yes, there is this idea. ”

Wren nodded, sixty Ultramarines were still too few.

In fact, there were many whispers within the Maculag tribe that they wanted to join the Extreme War Band, but he refused because of the face of the patriarch Marius.

Now that the Duchy of Augustus was established, more manpower was needed, and it was almost time for expansion.

The same goes for the Speared Knight.

Wren has set aside a budget of two million gold for his two legions, with the goal of tripling the number of Ultramarines and expanding the size of the Knights of the Spear Wing to more than 1,000 in the next few years!

"Sicarius, next time you go back to Astarte, help me find out what Patriarch Marius is talking about. Wren admonished, "Don't hide it, just say what I think." In addition, you can tell the patriarch about the recent battles in which your brothers have participated, and tell him a word for me, you will not be honored to stay on the Seine plateau, and do not miss the opportunity to fight. ”

"Okay, boss!"

Sicarius rubbed his hands excitedly, "I'll go back to the tribe tomorrow." ”

Wren walked into the teleportation hall as he thought about his army.

There are also many transcendents in the Principality of Augustus, and if they are allowed to operate in the Principality, it will inevitably cause trouble, so it is better to recruit them to his subordinates, as a supplement to the two major legions, responsible for the security and security of the city, and maybe find a few talents from them.

A duchie and a county have to maintain three armies, and the annual military expenditure flows out like water.

Fortunately, the last thing he lacks now is money.

He stacked 10 million gold dragons in the tower of Wezeland, and the three million gold dragons that Duke Lauberdir owed him should also be sent, as well as the distribution of the spoils in the process of the restoration war, after deducting the share of the source crystal ore, there should be two or three million.

In addition, a batch of weapons and equipment obtained by killing many legends, such as Duke Brandon's "Ice Greatsword", can also get millions of gold shields by disposing of them all.

Wren roughly estimated that this time the Dragonborn Restoration had looted nearly 20 million gold shields!

Not to mention the more than 300,000 pounds of source crystal ore, as well as the title of duke and a principality, the value is immeasurable.

He is the biggest winner of this war!

Standing on the teleportation array to activate the runes, the scene in front of him changed, and appeared in the side hall not far from the Dragon Hall of the Red Dragon Fort, and the four extreme warriors guarding here shouted: "Boss." ”

"Well, brothers have worked hard. ”

Wren nodded in response.

Each teleportation array he arranged was guarded by four extreme warriors, and now there are a total of five teleportation arrays, and there will be twenty extreme warriors, and there will be more and more teleportation arrays in the future, and the manpower of the guards alone will not be enough.

"If the warband doesn't expand, it won't work. ”

Wren thought to himself, sensing Emilys' position in the castle and opening any door to appear in front of her. This is a study on the third floor of the castle, lavishly decorated, with matches burning in the fireplace, making the whole room warm as spring.

Emily was resting, dressed in civilian clothes, wearing a dragon-shaped crown, half-leaning against the wide soft chair by the window and looking down at Kingsland, as if she was a little distracted, one hand gently caressing her already bulging lower abdomen.

Sensing the fluctuations in her magic, she turned around to see that it was Wren, and her face was beaming.

Wren walked over and sat down beside her, placing his big hand on her abdomen, feeling a small life thriving inside.

The eye of the soul also sees the new soul that is maturing day by day.

A strange feeling came to his mind, for the first time in his two lives, he realized that a son who was connected to his blood was about to come into this world.

Being a father for the first time made Wren both expectant and a little nervous.

He didn't speak, and Emilys didn't rush to ask, leaning her head on his shoulder, and the two of them looked out the window together at the scene in the cold winter, feeling a rare peace and warmth.

After a moment, Wren broke the silence.

"The Goddess has agreed to our plan. ”

"I've been given an oracle that if the plan goes well, you'll be promoted to the Chosen One. ”

He didn't reveal anything about the arrival of the goddess incarnation, and told her that the mechanical union had given her full support, and Emily stood up excitedly, walked back and forth in the study several times before regaining her composure, and then made a prayer gesture in the direction of the empire, and whispered: "The truth lives forever!"

In this moment, Wren saw the fire of faith split in her soul in two.

Half of it was still a belief in the dragon god Bahamut, but the other half changed, and the fire of faith turned lilac, poking out from the top of his head and sinking into the void in different directions.

In a flash, Emily became a pan-believer.

Although she has only just believed in the goddess of magic, the fire of her faith is no less than her belief in the dragon god, and even has a faint tendency to overwhelm her.

As long as she continues to pray to the goddess, she will soon become a devout devotee.

If the dragon god Bahamut had a follower who was paying attention to him at this moment, he would definitely find something abnormal, and you would be furious if you were another god, however, just like the attitude of the dragon god towards the dragonborn for thousands of years, as always, nothing happened.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief, both a little lost and secretly happy.

Her expression became more and more determined, and she continued to chant the prayers and teachings of the goddess, and the color of the flame of faith changed more and more, gradually turning to purple, accounting for more than seventy percent.

Moreover, the flame of faith is also growing rapidly, burning brightly, to the point of faithful believers.

If an outsider was present, even if he did not have the eye of the soul, he could detect the changes that had taken place in Emily's body at this moment, an aura of mystery and majesty emanated, her eyes lit up, and the light of awe-inspiring wisdom flashed, and her whole body was shrouded in the brilliance of reason and knowledge.

Anyone who knows anything about the gods can see that this is a believer in the goddess of magic.

Wren prayed a few times.

These days, he prays once a day in the morning and evening, and occasionally reiterates a few prayers when he has free time, which is even more diligent than taking a bath and brushing his teeth, but unfortunately the effect is not satisfactory.

He observed that the fire of his faith was better than before, but it was also barely a shallow believer.

No matter how earnestly he prayed, nothing changed, and the fire of faith was not as good as Emilys' first prayer.

Wren was helpless, but he could guess what was going on.

The most important thing for mortals to believe in the gods is to recognize the teachings of the gods, to conform to the teachings of the gods in their words and deeds, and to sincerely believe in the protection of the gods. The more devout a believer is to the gods, the more the flame of faith will burn, and the more faith power they can dedicate to the gods.

Wren also wanted to truly believe in the goddess of magic so that he could hug this big white leg.

However, his worldview has long been fixed, and he was once a staunch atheist, and even if he actually came into contact with the gods, it was difficult to change it.

In his heart, the gods of Allenus are not the same as the "gods" he knows.

Although the gods possess unimaginable powers, this power is not untouchable, and some of the gods were once mortals, and in some ways, they are more "human" than mortals, rather than the regular "divinity".

In other words, the gods of Erenus are more like "personal gods", and they are essentially transcendent beings who have mastered a transcendent power called "divine power".

This difference in perception made Wren destined to be a devout believer.

He couldn't even meet the standards of a faithful believer, let alone a fanatical believer.

No matter how generous and generous the goddess of magic is, she will not easily let a shallow believer become her chosen one, and each elect will consume a lot of divine power, unless he can get more benefits from himself and willingly give him divine magic.

Wren believed that Vijeestrid was well aware of this.

Because it is not only him, but many transcendent beings have similar thoughts, such as the teacher, who can connect with the goddess but is not the chosen one, and the fire of faith is only a faithful believer.

On the contrary, the commoners, who lack supernatural powers, are more religious in their belief in the gods, and are prone to fanatics.

However, fanatics among the common people could not be the Chosen One.

It's an endless loop with no solution.

Wren sighed, watching Emilys's flame of faith grow more and more intense, and at this moment, the attention of the goddess of magic was also cast, which is why there was such a vision.

After a few moments, Emily stopped praying, and the light dissipated, her eyes filled with excitement and joy.

You don't have to ask to know that she has received a response from the goddess and is likely to make a promise to become a candidate for the Chosen One.

"Congratulations. Wren laughed.

Emily replied, "I also want to thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to dedicate my faith to the goddess." ”

Wren nodded slightly, and stayed with her for a moment before standing up.

"Where are you going?" Emily looked outside, it was getting dark and it was almost evening, "I've already had dinner prepared, won't you eat with me?"

Wren shook his head, "I have something very important to do, I need to go to the Saine Plateau. ”

"Plateau ......" Emily thought for a while, she remembered that Wren had only started collecting source crystal ore everywhere after returning from the Saine Plateau, and suddenly got up and said: "Then I won't keep you, I also have a lot of official business to deal with after dinner." ”

"Good. Wren hugged her gently and opened any door to enter.

He teleported to Castle Glamorgan, and without stopping, he teleported to Fort Kongo again, raised his hand to open a portal and appeared in the wilderness hundreds of miles to the north.

Thor's hammer emerged from the void and was held up in his hand.

Boom!

The warhammer flew into the sky with Wren, and soon broke through the height of the clouds, the wind howled in his ears, and the whole person was like a thunderbolt passing by, the speed became faster and faster, leaving a series of explosions behind him, startling the animals and monsters on the ground to look up, but only saw the dark night.

Wren flew at high speed for two hours in the night.

He flew out of Sean Goun, heeding Bremimet's warning to stay away from the Karl Peak, which was dominated by the ancient red dragons, and turned north and then back, opening a portal fifty miles from Karl Peak.

Exiting the portal, there is a desolate valley in front of you, located on the waist of the peak.

Looking at the hole covered by vines, Wren didn't get in, but opened any door directly, and appeared inside the collapsed palace underground.

The huge circular circle with a diameter of about twenty meters is still there, and there are six huge stone pillars standing around it, and the ground is covered with a layer of dust.

Wren followed Bremet's method and activated the interdimensional teleportation circle.

The six stone pillars around the teleportation array trembled in unison, and every rune on the stone pillar shone brightly, and a huge amount of energy was poured into it.

Boom.

The stone pillar shot out six rays of light and converged in the mid-air in the teleportation array, and in the energy surge, a light gate stretched open, as if tearing open a spatial rift, and the light gate quickly expanded, quickly turning into a huge portal.

Wren waited until the portal stabilized for a few seconds, and just as he was about to walk in, he suddenly stopped.

He let go of Thor's hammer, letting it slip into the void, then hovering in a corner of the palace to avoid following him into the Storm Sanctuary.

The Titan Elder was a demigod who was likely to discover the existence of Thor's hammer.

The characteristics of Thor's hammer are obviously more attractive to the titan giants than other demigods, and if the other party is greedy, it will be troublesome.

After placing the hammer, Wren walked through the portal.

The vision was distorted, and the whole person was thrown into the teleportation channel, quickly passing through the astral boundary, and after more than ten seconds, his eyes lit up, and the teleportation ended.

Wren stood on the expansive platform.

As far as the eye could see, a vast complex of palaces sat on the top of the mountains, and in the distance there were endless storm clouds, and from time to time the sky lit up with terrible lightning bolts.

The Storm Sanctuary has arrived!

"Human, you're back so soon?" a deep voice sounded.

"Your Excellency Lodal. Wren looked at the Storm Giant in front of him and said in the Giant's language, "I'm here to see Elder Solim. ”

The storm giant, which was more than five meters tall, couldn't help but glance at Wren a few times, his face couldn't hide his surprise, and he said in disbelief: "In such a short period of time, your strength has become so powerful!"

Wren smiled reservedly, but didn't explain.

He asked again, "Is Elder Solim here?"

The Storm Giant found that he couldn't see through Wren, shook his head and nodded in amazement, and said, "The Elder has always been there, you can visit the Crucible Sanctuary yourself." ”