When she entered the town, the ugly chicken attracted the attention of many people, she didn't care at all, the women of the southern countries were petite, white-skinned, and talked like nightingales hidden in the dense forest, and the ugly chicken, even in the Norman of the Highlands, she still belonged to an ugly girl, and after fighting the orcs on the Wuthering Plains for nearly fifty years, not only her heart, but even her appearance was infinitely close to her enemies— Her gray hair was unkempt and voluminous, her dark skin was full of furrows, her voice was hoarse and harsh, and she did not look like a woman in her dress, not even a human being, after all, a human would not wrap herself in a skin that was poorly tanned like a plank, and she exuded a less pleasant smell on her body, which she did not intentionally do, and which was the safest smell on the Wuthering Plains.

When she stopped in the town where Somme lived, even the captain of the guard failed to find out that she was a woman. Now, if she hadn't shown the people of Ilmot's emblem to the townspeople, she might not have been able to inquire about the location of the temple and sanctuary of Rosada.

When the knights of the temple saw this woman, they were also full of suspicion, the ugly chicken looked more like a fierce thug, and after Adel himself came out and welcomed the ugly chicken into the above-ground dwelling in Rosada, one of the knights smacked his tongue slightly: "Is that really a woman?" I've heard of a priest of Ilmut who was once a slave to the orcs, and then not only escaped, but also began to gather other slaves to fight the orcs before she was inspired or supported by the army. ”

The previous knight immediately bowed to the back to show his respect, even if the ugly chicken is a man, this kind of behavior is worthy of respect, not to mention that she is still a woman, but he must also say that his doubts are not out of malice, but unlike Ilmot and Tyre, the knights of Rosada are also mostly from the nobility, and they usually come into contact with some cute, small girls, the kind that can almost be held in their hands, and the ugly chicken, without knowing it, if someone tells them that it is a male orc, they will also believe it。

The ugly chicken would not take it to heart even if she heard the discussion between the two knights, and she sometimes forgot that she was a woman - as soon as she saw Adelle, she went up and gave him a restrained hug. Although Adele's height could not be compared to that of Cremar and Kerryben, he could be regarded as tall and tall in the southern countries, but when he was pulled into the arms of the ugly and pressed his forehead against the other's chest, he still felt a wave of dizziness - not only not fresh air, but also a ...... It would be very rude to say the strange smell, and he resisted the urge to throw the magic until the ugly chicken was willing to let go of him, and then they distanced themselves from each other.

The young priests of Rosada watched in horror as Adel looked unsteady as he took two steps back, or rather, he spun around in a daze, and then smiled at the ugly with difficulty.

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"What a luxury. The ugly chicken muttered, and she stood in a room in the sanctuary of Rosada, to be precise, a room with an attached bathroom, which was almost as large as a room, and the bathtub was carved of alabaster, polished very smooth, and a brass faucet cast in the shape of a fish-man poured clear lake water into it, and the pyroxene embedded in the bottom of the bathtub began to heat up when it came into contact with the water, and in a short time a thin mist rose on the surface of the water. Next to the bathtub there is a shelf, also made of brass, for all kinds of bath lotions and soaps.

This kind of thing, Ugly Chicken has only seen in the lord's mansion in Thunder Castle, she can be said to have watched Lehman slowly grow from a child to a reliable and resolute warrior, Lehman has always maintained respect and value for her because of her teaching, every time she returns to Thunder Castle, she will be allowed to use the room second only to the lord himself. But the ugly chicken never accepted that she could sleep in the stable, or in any idle little room in the fortress, and the orc's nose was as sharp as that of a jackal, and if they were allowed to smell the scent of a human, they would either run away, or the ugly chicken would have to flee.

But this time she may have to change her ways, because she will be working with the elves and priests, who will no longer walk in barren and lonely wastelands or inhabited dense forests, and may need to travel through cities and towns in order to find out the traces of the wicked, and may travel to the royal capital, and receive the feasts of lords and kings—the smell and ugliness acceptable to the lords of Thundercastle in the Normans of the Highlands, and the delicate nobles may not be able to endure the smell and ugliness.

Also, they will not leave until tomorrow, that is, as the priest of Ilmot, she needs to honor Rosada, the god of morning light, and at the next dawn, she will not only pray to the god of morning light with the priests of Rosada, but also drink the holy pure water together, and Adel has tactfully hinted that this deity, who has always appeared to the believers in the form of a handsome, majestic, radiant man, in a way, is right...... Some things are still required.

The ugly chicken sat helplessly in the bathtub, and after soaking for an unknown amount of time, the dirt on her body finally began to crack, and they fell off piece by piece like some kind of scale armor, and the ugly chicken looked at it, picked up the razor on the brass shelf, and shaved off all his hair. After cleaning himself up, Ugly Chicken walked over to a mercury mirror in front of the bathroom, which was embedded in the back of the bathroom door, and found that there was an eyebrow knife and charcoal in the small lattice next to the mirror, and Ugly Chicken thought for a long time what it was for, and the priest of Ilmort sighed, she had to swear she couldn't understand what the priests were thinking.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her own face, she almost forgot what she was, but she still vaguely remembered that when she was a girl, in the moonlit stream, she had seen a plump and smooth body, compared to the ugliness of the face, the perfection of the body made the ugly chicken secretly proud for a long time, although her skeleton was so large that the men in the village could not help but be intimidated, but it was still beautiful and healthy. But now she saw a body that seemed to be a model for strength and rage, an unhealthy grayish-white complexion wrapped in fur for many years, but in contrast to the muscles that swelled even if they didn't care, gently undulating like hills, well-defined, and the feminine features shrunk to the point where they were barely visible. The ugly chicken looked at it for a long time, and she remembered how her husband, and her second lover, the knight of the blacksmith, embraced her, and then she looked at it for a moment, and suddenly let out a sneer, turned away, put on the sackcloth robe that the priest Rosada had prepared for her, and finally hung the emblem of Ilmut around her neck, fastened her belt, put on a mace, and a short sword, and inserted the whip.

Maybe it's because she saw the faces hidden in her long memory, Ugly Chicken thought, and this is still a peaceful place after all, and she can even start to weaken and hesitate, the priest of Ilmot smiled and pushed the door open.

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At the side of the canal, in addition to the priests and knights of Rosada, there are elves with pale blonde hair and black hair, as well as white-robed spellcasters, and the elves led by the ugly chicken are also very familiar, at that time, without them, the ugly chicken may have died before he understood that he had received the inspiration of Ilmot, and in the subsequent battle with the orcs, although the Norman of the Highlands has reneged on the covenant with the elves, but Singh's friends will still give the ugly chicken support and help, many times, the ugly chicken is relying on the elves' arrows, swords, runes and scrolls to let himself and his companions escape。

In fact, the Norman king of the Highlands, Razor, and the lord of Thundercastle, Lehman, the two brothers have wanted to renew the agreement with the Silver Crown Jungle more than once, but unfortunately, the Singer elves may be the more tolerant and open-minded among the elves, but they will also not forgive the allies who have betrayed them, although the ugly chicken thinks that they are kind enough, they did not cut off the northbound and westward trade routes of the Highlands Norman, and the sniping of the orcs has greatly eased the pressure on Thundercastle, the queen and queen of the Norman of the Highlands, when the mother of Razer Lehman pleaded with the Silver Crown Forest for the water of life in order to protect her two sons, and was also reciprocated, otherwise her too weak body would not have been able to support her to sit on the Norman throne for three full years.

The ugly chicken bowed to the young king of the jungle, deeply, for herself and for the sake of the highland Norman, of course, she knew that the current king of the jungle might be older than her great-grandfather, but in terms of appearance...... Also seems to have been forgotten by time is the black-haired spellcaster beside him, there are things about him, Ugly Chicken has also heard some about him, to be honest, she is extremely surprised, because in several meetings with this black-haired spellcaster, Ugly Chicken did not think that he would be a member of the royal family, and he is also the direct heir to an evil country like the Red Dragon's Grenada, he not only has a close friendship with Kerryben, Baldwin, and Alva Mage, but also has done a lot of good things worthy of people's praise- For example, the knights of Castle Thunder who were expelled by Dylan and their families would have survived without this possession in the Dragonfire Islands - at that time, no country or city would have been willing to accept these strong soldiers, although they had fought against the orcs and brought peace to people, but when they were right next to you, sitting with you, or walking side by side, people would be just as afraid, just as they were afraid of the ugly chickens they are now.

All those who can fight against the orcs must also turn themselves into "orcs" - this is the first thing the ugly chicken understands, they must be as cruel, as cold, and as crazy as the orcs, this form is a commendable demeanor in Thundercastle, but in these peaceful and warm small towns and countries, it will only alienate and defensive.

It's just this one, Ugly Chicken, who thinks that although he sometimes shows some bad temper from the caster, he can still be considered a good person after all, and after learning more about the black-haired dragonborn, Ugly Chicken even asked her god Ilmot, but the response she received was not as clear as before - Ilmot's will only told Ugly Chicken that he was carrying extremely heavy shackles, and only he could decide where he would go in the end.

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The soul of the other world raised its head and drank the pure water soaked in the morning light, the water was a little cold, but it seemed to be able to wash away the dirt and sin in people's hearts, the small cup made of bay leaves was pinched in its hand - it unconsciously rotated the leaves, before the dawn came, it had already made its due choice, and knew that it had no room for retreat and prevarication, but it still felt a heartfelt bitterness.

Afra clung to her guardian's side, she probably knew more secrets from the lich than anyone present, and she was not afraid to release it, of course, she knew that she knew how to deal with this thorny issue, even without the guidance of the former undead...... Time was ticking, Afra sighed to herself, if it weren't for the elf's own clever recklessness, she wouldn't have been so embarrassed— She believed that after becoming a god, she would find a way to free the person she loved from this body, but with Kerribben's catalyst, their mission could end at any time, and Afra didn't want to see the end that the elf wanted to see, as she angrily pointed out, what was wrong with the person she loved, he didn't do anything evil, instead, he did everything he could to do good, and the reward he received was to die with a sinful lich? Even if Afra could be a god at that time, welcoming him to his kingdom and letting him sit with him and enjoy infinite glory and happiness, it would be unfair! Afra hoped that he would be able to live as a powerful spellcaster, an uncrowned king, in extravagance for hundreds and thousands of years, and she would come to greet him only after he was finally tired of life on earth...... That's what a good person deserves.

Unaware that Afra was planning to make him the king of Babylon in another plane, he took a small cup of leaf from Afra's hand and gently pulled up a strand of hair hanging from Afra's eyes.