Chebman was just a mortal, and if there was anything special about him, it was probably that he was luckier than the others. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As you can tell from his surname, he was originally a small merchant, and like many wandering merchants, his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather or great-grandfather were all merchants, just as the king's surname was always Heyman, and when people heard him called Chebman, they knew that he was a wandering merchant. He thought he would be born as a merchant, live as a merchant, and die as a merchant, just like his father and ancestors, but the twist of fate was never caught off guard, and while he was busy selling his clay pots and porcelain vases, the orcs crossed the dragon's belly pass for the first time and invaded the royal capital of the Norman Highlands.

To say that Chebman himself did not understand how it happened and how it ended, he could only barely remember that there seemed to be a knight who cried out for a clay pot of oil, and he replied that he did, and then he and his clay pot, and of course the porcelain vase, and the tin pot appeared on the wall, and under the wall were the orcs gathered around the royal capital like ants gathered around the honey, and all around him were men, and they poured the hot grease into the container, and then dropped the wall, and there were soldiers who were good at archery following each of the clay pots, and when the clay pots were broken and the grease burst outBurning rockets followed—and for the first time, he had seen mages throw powerful spells that shook the heavens and the earth, and arrows that rained down on orcs...... Chebman had thought they would get the final victory, but no.

When one of the knights asked Chebman to leave, Chebman asked, "What about you?"

He didn't get an answer, but the answer wasn't hard to guess, and after Lord Baldwin Donkray, nay, the king had retaken the capital from the orcs, he ordered the remains of those brave men to be searched and sorted, and they left very few "things", and except for a few obvious parts, it was impossible to know who they once belonged to, and they were loaded in a huge sarcophagus and entered the tomb of the Heyman family, where they were laid to rest in the same place as the Norman royal family as the supreme glory.

Chebman also had to thank Baldwin Donkray, to be exact, he was picked up by Berdwin Donclay's Grizzly Legion (which was only the Grizzly Knights at the time), considering that he couldn't even find a lame mule at that time, and a knight asked him if he wanted to continue to be a merchant, and he said no, he wanted to live as a warrior and die as a warrior. It's a pity that Chebman was just a merchant for more than 20 years before, and it was impossible to become a knight or a servant, he could only choose to become an ordinary guard, but it didn't matter, he was also proud of this profession, and when people saw a Chebman again, they wouldn't say, oh, it was the merchant Chebman, but the soldier Chebman.

For thirty days, he was in charge of the night patrol, and one of the advantages of the night patrol was that he could wake people up part-time, and he had an hourglass hanging from his waist, and after calibrating the time from the mage on duty at night, he could accurately grasp the time to wake up each mercenary - of course, before the incident, everyone would think that this was an ordinary night, before it was, and it would be.

He walked slowly down the night fog with his back to the royal court, the fog was always the thickest before dawn, but today it seemed to be a little different, the night fog disappeared quickly, the air was warmer than usual, and Chebman smelled the sulfur, and he looked to the right and left with concern, thinking that there was a fire somewhere...... It was indeed a fire, but it was a place that Chebman could never have imagined - the royal court.

People poured out of the room and gathered in the street, watching anxiously and anxiously, and Chebman climbed onto the horns of a dripping beast protruding into the street, occupying a wide and lofty observation spot, which allowed him to see more than anyone else, and he had discovered before anyone else that the black shadow belonged to a dragon, or a monster in the form of a dragon, and he had seen the mages of the royal capital throw spells at the dragon, but they were soon engulfed in flames and fell like little moths.

The dragon was destroying the towers that surrounded the royal court, and it was so large that when it stood its head higher than every tower, and when she crushed the towers, it was as easy as a housewife crushing a dried pepper—when Chebman realized that it was difficult for anyone to survive in such collapse and flames, he heard the cry, and then he realized that he was crying.

If this is unfortunate, then it is clear that, as the main character of the night, it has not faded so quickly. After a furious and frantic spit, the dragon cast its gaze out of the royal court, and it let out a series of sounds that Chebman could not understand and understand, and then the people felt the earth shaking, and from the royal court, the lava monsters deep underground could not wait to obey the call of the red dragon, they surged and pushed, and when they found a gap, they could be said to roar out, and the floor of the courtyard bulged in the terrifying cries of the survivors, and then shattered, and the hot and dazzling pillars of fire connected the heavens and the earth in an instant-- Maybe the whole of the Highland Normans could see it, Chebman thought.

The lava was thrown into the air, condensed into shards of rock in the air, and then fell on people's heads like a downpour, and Chebman was also hit, and he landed on the street, still clutching the long wooden pole in his hand, and he saw someone trying to rush out of the house to rescue him, but in the end he was forced back by the seemingly never-ending gravel, fortunately the houses of the Norman in the Highlands were almost all made of stone and bricks, otherwise the damage might have been greater. Chebman was surrounded by several other people, who were lucky not to die immediately, but who had been so overwhelmed by mutation and pain that they had almost lost the strength and courage to flee.

At this time, Chebman heard someone praying, the words of which were familiar to him, but he could not remember where he had heard them, and then, suddenly, feeling a full of strength, he stood up, as if the deep scar on his foot was not there, and he not only moved himself to the safety of the roof, but also to the left and right, and carried a woman and a child. Then he found that the people on the streets, except for those who had unfortunately gone to the mourning wasteland, were already struggling to find a chance for themselves.

"Your Excellency. Chebman said.

This priest has been here for more than a day, to be honest, if this is not the suburbs of the royal capital, but the inner city of the royal capital, this priest may not be allowed to stay, not for anything else, just because his face is clearly engraved with the two terrible charges of "blasphemy" and "homicide", even here, Chebman will pay more attention to this guy when he is patrolling, once he has any changes, Chebman thought, he will definitely be the first to inform the mage on duty.

"Do you know where there is a clean water source here?" asked the white-haired priest, "the cleanest, the cleanest, the most unclean, the most profane." ”

"Follow me. Chebman said, and then handed the long pole to the men beside him: "Tell my captain that I have gone to the old mill with this priest." ”

The old mill became the old mill because the owner of the mill had unintentionally dropped the heavy mill disc to the ground when he was moving it, and the mill disc shattered, but to his delight there was clear water seeping out of the pit that had been knocked out of the millstone, and he had it dug up and obtained enough water to allow half of the people of the suburbs to take it here, and if there was any place where water could satisfy the priest's request, it was probably the only place.

"Are you the priest of Rosada, the god of morning light?"

There were no laurel trees here, and Adel plucked a reed leaf and rolled it into a cup, and he looked at the sunken sky of the galaxy, half of which was an ominous crimson, while the other half, though dark, had already appeared a faint bright white line at the far end—the morning light was about to fall. He glanced at the guard, who was still a little uneasy, and knew that it was dangerous for him to bring a would-be fallen priest to the water source, and if Adel was as evil as he looked, then he might have made a mistake that even death could not undo.

"Yes," Adel said, looking at the clear water in the cup, "Yes, I am the priest of Rosada, the god of morning light. After saying this, he felt a warm power flow through his body.

Chebman watched as the strange priest lifted the cup of pure water to the morning light, and he, like the priest Rosada whom Chebman had seen, began to chant long, beautiful hymns of praise and praise to his gods...... His heart seemed to be grasped by some invisible force, and although he was just a mortal who didn't know anything, he could feel that this priest was doing more than just a simple homework.

Every priest in Rosada knows that within an hour of the dawn on this plane, Rosada can know everything that happens during this time, which is why most of the evil people avoid this time to commit crimes or play tricks, but these things even include a newborn sheep or a newly sprouted tree. If the senior priest of Rosada had something important to know to Rosada, they would stand in the earthly kingdom of God, that is, in the temple and sanctuary of Rosada and pray to his statue, but there was no time for Adel to find and explain, so he had to stand in what was probably the most rudimentary sanctuary and pray to the morning light. Someone else, even his former mentor, might have felt hesitation and shame, but the young priest was single-minded and unwavering, he closed his eyes and chanted aloud, even if he did not know how loud his voice had become by his fearlessness and selfless piety, which resounded almost throughout the kingdom of God—he had put his body, his soul, his faith, all on the invisible altar, and he called to Rosada and begged him to see here and save the innocent people.

Chebman had never seen such a bright, bright morning light, and when the pale golden light fell on the priest's already graying white robe, his whole body was glowing, like a transparent stone with countless facets, Chebman's eyes were pierced and painful, but he was unwilling to close them, what a glorious miracle.

The cup made of reed leaves was heating slightly, and the pure water was gently rippling, as if blended into the morning light, emitting a light like a golden solution, Adel calmly raised the cup and poured the cup of pure water into his mouth.

He heard Rosada's call.

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Endless ashes replaced falling stones, and they fell like black snow, so small that people could fly into the house even with their doors and windows closed, inhaling them into their lungs with every breath, and then coughing painfully until they coughed up blood, and they were piling up at a speed visible to the naked eye, even in the tiniest corners.

The lava slowly crept down the rising rocks like dozens of pythons, melting and sizzling everywhere it went, like a fine net stretched from under the red dragon's body, clutching its prey into a scorching despair.

It was also dark in the gnomes' workshop, and the gnomes had fled, except for the last one, McGee.

Instead of leaving, he slammed into an anvil, Mithril glistening in his hands.

"Why are you here?" asked Berner, surprised.

"I still have one thing to finish. McGee said.

"Do you know what's going on outside?" Berner asked.

McGee paused, then looked at him, and the princess Leona beside him (who could barely stand on her own anymore), and the two heirs to the throne of the Norman of the Highlands: "Well, probably," he said, "I know that Baldwin didn't give the real rune to the Red Dragon." ”

For a moment Bernard couldn't even understand what he meant.

"Maybe he doesn't have to bear all the faults," McGee continued, "it was the long who switched the runes first......"

"But he didn't say anything to us. Leona interrupted him, she remembered when Chang Chang was thrown into prison, but she didn't pay attention because it was just a dwarf, and Baldwin was her husband and king: "He didn't say anything," she knew that it might not be right to pour all her anger out on Baldwin, but she still couldn't help but chill, why didn't Baldwin tell herself, why? Even if they had to face a deceived red dragon, at the very least, they could be prepared and resist, rather than watching the entire royal court be consumed by dragon fire in the middle of the night.

McGee lowered his head and continued to tap the runes in his hand, now he could guess what Chang had said to Berdwin, given that he also knew some secrets that no one knew. Changchang died, but before he died, he managed to avenge himself.

The workshop, which had been a dungeon, shook again, and a terrible crack appeared in one of the stone pillars. It may soon collapse, or ...... They felt the terrible and overflowing heat of the heavy stones, perhaps just behind some wall was the scorching lava, and they were desperate to swallow the delicious flesh.

"Come with us, McGee. Reezer said that he still liked McGee, a dwarf who didn't really look like a dwarf.

McGee looked up, "If you're talking about the water path," he said, "it's no longer there." He stopped beating, stared at his work for a moment in a stiff atmosphere, and then suddenly grinned at Lei Zhe: "But you can come with me." ”

As he turned around, he thought, there were at least three people here who were going to try to beat me.

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Gredy sniffed in the air, she knew that those people were still alive, those who were valued and loved by the vile thieves, and she had decided to brutally torture them, right in front of that human, and let his soul wail in remorse for ten thousand years or more.

But she heard some cries that made her unhappy, no, not because of pain or fear, the cries were full of joy and hope, which was what she hated, the ancient red dragon twisted its body, she saw the bright morning light, the darkness faded quickly, in such a transparent and dazzling light, the light of the dragon fire suddenly became weak and pale, the red dragon could feel a force that made her fear approach, she roared in a furious whisper, the tip of her tail swept over the ruins of the royal court.

Humans could only see a little sharp golden light, but the red dragon could see the projection of Rosada, just a projection, but even if it was a projection, the power it contained still made the red dragon have to bow his head.

"Go away," Gredy cried sharply, "God of the Morning Light, you have no right to interfere with my actions - it was the master here who broke my contract with me in the first place!"

"He's paid the price. Rosada, the god of morning light, said, his voice clear and loud, "You are endangering innocent humanity. ”

His people are under his protection and should bear the same responsibility for their crimes. Gredi said slyly, but Rosada, he just pointed his mace at Gredi, which was undoubtedly the strongest warning.

Gredi glanced at Rosada reluctantly, although it was only a projection, but he was wearing golden armor and carrying weapons, instead of the usual rich robes and corollas of uniform colors, which showed that at the beginning of the projection, Rosada was here to fight and not negotiate, and if she insisted - maybe Rosada would immediately judge her as his enemy, and the point was that now, probably for many years to come, she must maintain respect and distance from this powerful god.

"If that's your wish. Gredy said, then retreating into the final shadows.

―――――― still has 3,000 words and wait for about two hours, I've revised a little more.