The ice-covered river flowed slowly in the riverbed, and a large and slightly cluttered camp had been set up on the wasteland at the water's edge and among the trees.

A large number of tents, huts or horse-drawn carriages in a faint circle form this makeshift aid camp.

Tens of thousands of refugees have gathered here.

They were farmers or herders who had lost their land and houses in the barbarian invasions, and most of the skilled craftsmen were able to earn a living in other cities within the Glens, but these were nothing once they left the land, and the farmers, herdsmen, or hunters who had only one strength were reduced to complete refugees.

In fact, there are not so many stupid people in this world.

Most people are just not so "smart", but not so much that they are blind to the obvious difficulties in front of them. When most refugees are well aware of their uncertain future, the refugee camps run by the Cannibals are the best places to go.

After all, if you have at least one bite to eat in a refugee camp, you can also have a hut or tent to live in.

It's much better to starve to death in the wind and snow outside, or to gather into a rogue rebel and have their heads cut off by the army......

Luo Shen, who had followed the convoy to the camp, sat on top of the carriage, his blue eyes looking down on the camp.

The white skin and hair looked a little dull in the somewhat dim winter months, and a little less alive than the pale grey sky, the dim sun, and the dull coniferous forests that dotted around the camp......

But......

If you look at it from another angle, this refugee camp is a completely different picture!

Countless spiritual lights flicker here!

Luo Shen's eyes flashed with silver light, and under the eyes of the Pupil of Truth, countless refugees in the camp were shining with the brilliance of their own lives!

Light energy particles representing 'wind' in the air echoed through the camp, and the atmospheric elements in the sky, almost like a river of blue, were endlessly pushed to the southern skyline by more elements from the north......

And in these countless particle energies, countless pale golden translucent silk threads are like tassels after the essence of sunlight intertwined, parallel, overlapped, and woven into a huge network in the camp!

Roshen noted.

Most of the silk threads in the camp lead to some distant places where there are cities. And a small part of it, about a thousand pale golden silk threads are connected to themselves!

Exactly......

It's the godhead connected to Luo Shen's body!

'Is there the power of faith?' Luo Shen immersed his spirit in the Godhead, and looked at the blank Godhead in his own body from a strange perspective that was connected to more than a thousand pale golden silk threads, and these silk threads were not transmitting little bits of pale golden energy into the Godhead.

"Huh." Luo Shen looked at this scene and smiled, and said with some uncertainty: "Should I use the network server to describe it?" Or is it the core of a spider's web? ”

Even for this evil god hatchling, mastering the godhead and cultivating faith is a new thing.

"Huh?" Luo Shen's expression suddenly moved.

He reached out and pinched his fingers forward—but he didn't catch anything.

After a moment of silence, a layer of pale golden energy flashed on Luo Shen's fingers, and he once again pinched the countless wind elements in front of him that were like streams as the north wind blew......

"Got it!"

Luo Shen put it in front of him: it was a tiny, pale cyan wind element, as tiny as a particle of dust...... If it weren't for Luo Shen adding a layer of godhead energy to his fingers, I'm afraid that the physical body alone would not have been able to grasp such a tiny thing in any way.

From the perspective of the particles, Roshen's large, pond-lake-like blue pupils shimmered with an unsettling silver glow. It's as if everything has been scanned and seen through!

And that's exactly what happened.

After observing for a while, Luo Shen snuffed out the "Wind Elemental Particles" in his hand.

He stood up, his eyes cast into the void in the sky.

"Did you find me? Why didn't you use [Punishment] this time? He said to the sky.

However.

The north wind was still howling and blowing, bitter and biting.

Luo Shen's big eyes narrowed, and a sneer appeared on his face: "Sure enough...... Does that kind of cross-plane attack have to be able to lock onto the target? Why can't you lock me this time? ”

……

"Godhead?!! Why does this demon have a godhead on him?! "With the angry roar of Norwind, the patron saint of the kingdom of North Wind and Glens, on the golden throne, the wind howled in this huge temple standing on the snowtop of a huge mountain.

The prayers on either side of the temple trembled and shivered at the angry roar of Norrwind and the bitter wind.

Long.

The anger of this "His Highness the North Wind" gradually subsided.

By this time, the granite pillars of the temple were covered with scars like scars and axes sharpened by the fierce wind like knives, and a thick layer of frost that had hung at some point.

At this point, the king who had once ruled Glens completely calmed down, and a contemplative look appeared on his cold face.

"Prepare a body below, and I'm going to come down to Glens myself." Norrwind said suddenly.

At this time, many of the priests in the temple panicked and dissuaded the god's decision......

"Silence!"

The angry shout of the god of the north wind set off a gust of wind again, and several of the gods who were caught off guard were directly blown out of the temple by this fierce wind, and fell into the boundless abyss under the snow-capped peaks of the mountain......

The crowd fell silent.

The cold and ruthless eyes of the God of the North Wind scanned the surrounding gods, and slowly, he opened his cold and mean lips like thinned granite: "A new god has appeared in Glens, with a faint divine power...... This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity! As long as I get his godhead, I may be able to directly break through the limitations of 'weak divine power'!" Promoted to ......"

"But...... Your status is noble, and if you rush into Faerun, you will be at risk of falling! A priest hurriedly dissuaded him.

Silence spreads through the temple.

At this time, the priest who had just cared about the chaos also seemed to notice the discomfort of his words.

He looked up in horror and met Norrwind's cold eyes.

"God, no! I don't mean that......" he stammered, trying to redeem something. However, at this time, Norrwind had already spoken with great anger!

All the priests heard the Lord who controlled their souls, their lives, their faith, and everything shouting in his peculiar, angry voice with a bitter north wind: "I! Norrwind! The north wind and the patron saint of the kingdom of Glens! Glens was the emperor of thousands of years ago! A god who hunts gods in mortal bodies! The Lord of the Temple at the Top of the Ten Thousand Feet! The master of the North Wind Divine Kingdom! The great gods who are in the temple of the gods with the gods will fall?! - You! Desecrate! Sin! ”

"Ah~~~~~!!!!!h The priest broke down and roared.

Immediately, countless blade-like winds rushed through the body of this divine servant like a torrent! Under everyone's gaze, the body of the priest disappeared into the wind as if it had been slashed by a thousand knives.

It wasn't until the last moment that the miserable cry was vaguely carried away by the wind......