"He can't be trusted. A black-clad priest said, with a thin nose, a yellowish complexion, and eyes as cold as sharks: "I've seen him, he's a disciple of Beavis, the retinue of the black-haired mage, and a fairy mixed with a paladin. ”

"A fallen palad," the thief discerned, "and my master is a mage, not an elf, and none of this affects my faith in Talos." ”

"Honorable my God will not spare a half-hearted thief," said another priest, "whatever your master wants you to do, it is a pity that he will lose such a faithful slave." He cast a glance at the senior pastor in the blue and white robes, Gülen knew he was asking the senior pastor's permission, and then it was either a bolt of lightning or a flame, he immediately raised his hands, spread his palms, and a shiny thing fell out of his fingers and hung near his wrist: "I beg you," the thief said loudly, "as long as you look at it, you will understand that what I am saying is not a lie." ”

The priest stopped his movements, and at the signal of the senior priest, he approached the thief, and grabbed the coat of arms, which was made of black iron, and left it behind after their guards had searched the body of the uninvited guest, and confiscated not a dozen weapons, for it was a miniature horseshoe, which was often worn by people on survival journeys at sea for safety, because it did not belong to any god and they left it on the thief.

"I had to disguise it," Gülen explained, "or I wouldn't have been able to get it out." He said sincerely: "Tear it open and you will see what it is." ”

The senior pastor nodded, the black horseshoe pendant was pried open, and the previous priest pulled out a piece of broken fabric from it, with traces of being burned by the flames, "What is this?" the senior pastor asked, he felt that part of the fabric was somewhat familiar, in fact. It was supposed to be the end of a lightning bolt, embroidered with gold thread, so that after the soft silk was burned, it barely remained as it was.

"A corner of the robe of the Lord of the Eastern Crown," said Gülen, "because it was contaminated by the blood of the dead before the embroidery was finished, it was discarded, and I stole it before the flames burned it to its deformation."

"It is also possible that it is only a sacrifice to my Lord. "A priest said eagerly, yes, both on the Dragonfire Islands and at the Beeland Fort. Or the White Towers and the Grey Ridge, where humans, elves, dwarves, etc., would clothe the statues of the gods they worshipped with robes or armor, which were included in the offerings, and it was permissible to embroider or engrave the emblems of the gods or the sacred flowers on them—although the priest excused the lord only because he was one of the objects of the lord's attention.

The thief let out a sneer, undaunted, and boldly retrieved the broken fabric from the priest's hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and showed it to the senior pastor, the piece of fabric was trimmed with gold so that it was easy to see that it was originally a robe horn. The size of the robe was easily deduced from the horns of the robe, which were less than the size of the palm, and of course belonged to an adult human male, not to any statue of Talos, who was not a good-natured deity like Ilmoth. All of his statues were extremely tall, at least so tall that ordinary mortals would not be able to easily look directly into his face, and if such a robe existed, it would probably only fit one of the feet of the statue of Talos - it could not have been a sacrifice to Talos.

The priest who exonerated the lord immediately wanted to retreat behind his colleagues with a nervous expression. But the senior pastor flicked his fingers, and the two pastors next to him immediately put their hands on him.

"Actually, maybe you'd like to see what the Lord is dressed right now," the thief added in time, "that would be a big surprise." ”

The senior pastor called a man's name. A priest walked out of the crowd, his priest's robe was longer than the other priests, and it looked more akin to a mage's black robe, the thief Glenn knew that there were many power-hungry mages who would honor Talos, and maybe this guy was one of them, "Do you have a memory to peek into the distance?" asked the senior priest.

"Yes," said the mage, "I have." ”

"Cast it," the senior pastor ordered, "let's look at the Eastern Crown." ”

The mage bowed in acceptance of the order, and he grabbed a small crystal ball the size of a fist from his dimensional pouch, and after the spell was cast, a gray-white mist first appeared in the crystal ball, and then it was like a sea breeze blowing, and the mist dissipated, revealing a colorful image, and everyone present, including Glenn, watched intently.

"He's having a festival. "One priest said that he could not contain his anger, and that they knew that the lords of the Eastern Crown would regularly worship Talos, but they had always thought it was just a small ritual - some devout believers would indeed worship statues of gods in their mansions to him/ She offered sacrifices, but if the ceremony would involve more than ten sacrifices, it would have to be done by the priests of the gods, just as the lordess of the White Tower, when she made a marriage contract with her husband, they could not slaughter their own animals and sacrifice them to Gredi, but had to be carried by the priest of Gredi. The Eastern Crown Lords used to do the same, and at first the priests of Talos would secretly watch and observe, but as time passed, they couldn't help but slack off, after all, a summoning storm every ten days or a devastating act of violence was enough for them to exhaust their minds.

"A grand festival. The senior priest gloomily pointed out that the priests had seen the slaves struggling in the water, at least in the hundreds, and that in addition to the dolphin's round head and the iconic long snout, they had also seen the triangular fins of sharks, but these bloodthirsty tyrants of the sea were still kept out of the shallow sea by a web of wire and linen for the time being, a situation that the priest of Talos was familiar with, Talos loved destruction and chaos, but occasionally he also appreciated some elaborate sacrificial techniques, such as this behavior of feeding his slaves first and then his attendants, the senior priest had done more than onceBut there were no more than fifty slaves in the sacrifice he had given to Talos—did he have to be deeply suspicious of the lord's intentions, what did this mortal ruler want to do in order to flatter Talos and shake his position?

The senior pastor's gaze fell on a young pastor's face. The latter's face looked terrible, could it be him?, but the senior pastor soon realized that his panic did not come from the ceremony.

The mage who cast the spell moved the crystal ball slightly, and the perspective of the picture changed, and the young priest saw the robe worn by the Lord of the Eastern Crown, "Let's see it more clearly," the senior priest who also noticed this shouted, "Is that robe embroidered with blades of grass or lightning?"

The mage manipulated his other pair of eyes, the image fluttering, and after a moment it stabilized, and then the priests saw the ornate and delicate robes, the patterns on which made them feel like they were falling into an ice cave.

They have almost seen the furious thunder, the hurricane, and the bottomless abyss. They will die, and their souls will mourn and struggle in endless torment, and each of them will involuntarily show extreme fear and hatred in their eyes.

"It was a mistake," said the senior pastor at once, his reaction suggesting that he was not a fluke in becoming the senior pastor of Talos: "But there is a chance to redeem it - and we are not unfounded...... We, we're just ......"

"It's just the first time he's done that," his disciple immediately added, "and we found out right away, and we're preparing to make up for it." ”

"A punishment," corrected the senior pastor, "a punishment as swift and furious as thunder." ”

"Destroy them!"

"There is no doubt about it!"

"Instantly!"

"No need to be merciful!"

The priests babbled. "Great," said the senior pastor, "Let's get ready, we're going to wrap up the whole operation before the festival is done." "Lest this grand festival really catch the attention of Talos. At that time, both the lords of the Eastern Crown and them will be forever sunk in the wrath of Talos.

"By the way," said the senior pastor suddenly, as he silently cast a spell. Caught the thief who was sneaking in the shadows: "And our guest, the messenger of my god—that's what he said, right?"

Other pastors don't know how to interface. Only the senior pastor's disciple knew best what the teacher was thinking: "Yes, it's true," he smiled and said, "That's what this human said." ”

"Then give him a chance to melt. The senior pastor said compassionately, "Know that believers in my God are never afraid of fire, storms, earthquakes, or other calamities. ”

Before Gülen could say anything, a dozen bolts of lightning struck him from the hands of the senior priest of Talos, and he let out a scream and fell.

"It seems that you are not religious enough. The senior pastor said, and he led the pastors away in a hurry, and the beasts they raised would have sorted out the rest for them, and if it was normal, maybe one or two pastors would have stayed and watched, but now they had more important things to do.

For example, before Talos knew it, destroy all people and things that might expose their malfeasance.

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"Is this the altar of Talos?" said the knight slashed open a vine that covered the stone platform, "it looks abandoned." ”

"Not yet. Adel said, hurrying but methodically removing what he needed from the dimensional bag, the soldiers who were chasing them had been abandoned by them, and the whining puppies had also been disturbed by the herb powder that Adel had thrown along the way, and could no longer provide the soldiers with the clues they needed to track, but the pursuers had already begun to search in a net, and it was only a matter of time before they were found, but fortunately it was not very long.

"What are you doing?" asked the knight, as Adel had all the sacrificial utensils he had brought out, "you want to sacrifice Talos?"

"Why do you think so?" Adair poured clear water from the silver jug he had brought with him, and the water shone with golden points of light - from the first light, the holy water blessed by Rosada, the kind that Cremar drank a lot when he first arrived at the White Tower, the knight would not be able to perceive the mystery of the water contained in the crystal cup for a while, but he did smell the breath of the sun, which was difficult to describe, and could only be said to make him more sober and eliminate some of his tiredness.

"I will sacrifice to my gods," said Adelle, "a powerful and glorious god, Rosada, the god of the morning light." He remembered the first time he called the name—after a year of torture, he was finally able to say it again, the tip of his tongue twitching slightly, as if he was still going through unimaginable pain, his heart beating violently, he almost thought that the name he was calling was just an illusion or a dream, but the joyful smile of Knight Xiu made him know that it was real.

The sunlight cast a light through the dense foliage, illuminating Adel's face, his face still bearing the marks of the imprint, it had disappeared, but Adele's prayer brought it back to his face - he needed to remember his mistakes and use them to warn himself not to make the same mistakes.

Knight Xiu gasped, he shook his head, nervous and couldn't help laughing, "You are sacrificing Rosada on the altar of Talos?"

"Any questions?"

"Brigadier Talos is furious. "There is only one circumstance in which a priest of another god would sacrifice his own god on the altar of another god, and that is when the temple of the god is captured, which is an act of contempt, but also a provocation and humiliation, generally speaking, only the followers of the evil gods will do so, and the gods of the good gods will rarely want to see their own priests do such acts, but if it is Rosada, the knights are not so sure, in fact, the character of this god is as hot and direct as the sun, and he always feels that he will clap his palms and laugh for the actions of his little priest。

"That's what it is. ”

"It's too dangerous. ”

Adel just smiled at this. Then he poured the cup of clean and warm water on the altar of Talos. (To be continued.) )