Chapter 426: False Name

"How did you get in?"

A priest of the forest and ranger goddess Melicay asked.

Although Melicay is the queen of the forest, she is one of the few gods who pays attention to the marginal wilderness and grassland.

The Justice League, which came to the orc grassland to prevent the resurrection of the ancient evil god, is led by her followers.

Merikai, who has medium divine power, is the daughter of Sivannas, the father of nature, and is one of the few second generation gods in the Faeron Continent.

Compared with the indifference of her natural father, she is like a passionate girl, caring about the forest, life, friends, and respecting the cycle of nature and death.

To put it simply, the fact that the devotees of the Queen of the Forest do not prevent people from eating meat can express that the goddess is a very revered and beloved deity.

All of the nature gods and jฤซng spirits are her close allies, and her mount is also a god with weak divine powers, the unicorn god Rarui.

Al stretched out his hand, and the shadow moved to indicate his presence, but did not come out in front of the priests of the Good God.

Shadow Fiends are evil nether creatures that mages sign up to enslave them, but that doesn't mean their master's side will deflect. But it's hard to guarantee that there is some radical guy among these good god priests, give him a hammer of justice.

"I'm a fourth-year student of the Eagle Empire's Royal Academy, a student of the Holy Mage Donsford York, and the Grand Apothecary Norton, Al. This study trip, entrusted by Her Excellency Erin of the Lunar God Church, I was looking for an opportunity to explore the ruins of the gods. โ€

He made a long series of introductions, and in his orthodox identity, he disguised the secret of using Shadow Fiend and what secret methods he could use to get in. Isn't it normal for the students of the Holy Mage to do so? Do you have to tell you the secrets of the mage?

What Erin wanted to do, everyone knew very well. At this point, the matter has passed, and this young mage has skipped their embarrassment with the art of speaking, which makes people feel good.

"I know you, Viscount Albenstock. The champion of the Eagle Conference, a mage of the Iron Blood Family with the blood of a legendary warrior, the chief of the Royal Academy's Energy Tower, a genius on a par with Hugh, the son of the elements, and the maker of a magic ignition potion. โ€

"I'm the Ranger of the Queen of the Forest, Mara. โ€

"Hello, Lord Mara. โ€

Originally, everyone was just curious about how a fifth-level mage could break into the relics of the gods under the noses of the three dragon lichs. Now listening to Mara's introduction, you immediately know who this is.

The Eagle Tournament was made famous by the Red Dragon Pact, and was then taken over by the Eagle King, making it an imperial event. The champion became a viscount in one go, owned three viscountdoms, and became a powerful nobleman.

This is a rare event in the Empire, coupled with the fact that Al is engaged to the daughter of a marquis, and the young genius is matched with a famous lady, which has become the news that everyone in the Empire talks about. The bard made up a bunch of stories about Al, and put on the name of going to be more prestigious.

What a son of the goddess of magic, otherwise how can explain his amazing talent for spells.

The illegitimate son of the old emperor in the people, otherwise how can he explain the knighthood of World War I, and the wealth and territory were all sent to the hands.

Reincarnated as an iron-blooded tyrant, Al displays his steel and iron bones in public, and his magical bloodline abilities are well known.

As for being tall and handsome, dissipating and dignified, it can only be said that the poet exaggerated praise.

But the real reason is that someone in the dark deliberately elevates Al, so that Orete's secret enemy, the person who spies on the secrets of the bloodline, notices him, and lets him borrow a knife to kill people on the cusp of the limelight.

If it is not the good camp in front of you, but any high-level professional, I am afraid that you will have evil thoughts in your heart.

Wealth, status, money, power, all can be obtained from him.

Just as everyone was amazed at Al, Al noticed Lancelot staring at his shadow with a serious expression, his eyes shining.

Al stood in front of Lancelot's gaze in displeasure, and the Sun God Priest looked at Al as if he had woken up.

What did this Sun God priest see?

He stared at Alaster, did he know where Alastel came from?

Al, as the host of Alastel, didn't know if it was a god or something, what could this sun god priest see?

Lancelot was about to say something, but Irene, who rushed in at some point, had already hurriedly spoken.

"Al, there's some trouble among the orcs, and Agassi has chased after him. We need your magical help. โ€

Erin bowed slightly to Lancelot and the others.

"I'm sorry, my lord heard the call of the faithful, please forgive us for our haste. โ€

Mara smiled generously.

"Don't be sorry, Sister Erin, feel free to call us if you need help. โ€

"Of course. โ€

Erin looked at Al and gestured with her eyes, and although Al was surprised that there was any trouble that neither the Five Crowned Gladiator nor the Moonlight Walker could solve, but she still followed.

"Alben Stoker, please wait a minute. โ€

The tall and handsome priest of the sun god suddenly stopped Al from behind him.

Al was behind Erin and politely turned back.

"Master Lancelot, what's the matter with you. โ€

Lancelot smiled brightly.

"When your business is over, please come to the Temple of Light and receive the blessing of the Sun God and the reward for handing in the fragments of the Crown of Bones"

The Crown of Bones fragment is at best an artifact fragment whose power has not yet been exhausted, and the equivalent reward is not necessarily as good as the equipment prepared for him by the Great Apothecary.

But the blessing of the sun god, the blessing of any true god, is hard to come by. Unless you have significant merit or the ability to rewrite history.

Just an artifact fragment?

The overtures for no reason made Al feel wrong, but he didn't understand what was wrong.

bowed slightly, bowed and retired.

Out of the ruins of the gods, Al, who was horrified by the scene outside, was speechless.

A terrifying ravine almost split the basin in two.

The yellow sand and basin have been changed beyond recognition, and the remnants of greenery, holy light, flames, and dead air can be seen everywhere.

The remains of the undead, withered plants are everywhere.

This is the true power of the strong.

Erin turned around and took Al from the bottom of the basin, along the wall to jump onto the orc savannah, where there were already two wildebeest waiting.

"Erin, what's going on, what do you need me to do?"

Leaving the Good Alliance, Al asked.

Erin mounted her wildebeest and replied lightly.

"Actually, nothing, the Night Lady has sent someone to look for you, we need to get out of here. โ€

Al-faced sรจ a cold.

"Why did the Night Lady come to me?"

If you're looking for it, you're the Chosen One of Lady Silvermoon.

"Get on your horse and leave here with me, and I'll explain it to you on the way. โ€

Lady Night's reputation is not much worse than that of the mad Spider God Queen, and being targeted by a true god is beyond Al's plans, forcing Al to follow the advice of the Moonwalker.

Al hurriedly mounted his wildebeest and prepared to follow Erin out of here.

Suddenly, the moonstone in his spatial bracer cooled slightly.

The icy coolness is like an autumn wave.

From the space bracer, to the arm, to the body, to the soul.

Al couldn't help but shudder. (To be continued)