"Great Night Pupils, bless the children of the tribe and let them have eyes that are not deceived by the night!"

The continent of Feren has been occupied by the gods, but on the other side of the ocean, there is an unknown continent that has not been occupied by the gods, and due to the distance, the Nelanthel Islands are between this unknown continent and the continent of Feren.

So while the Faeron gods spread their influence to the Nelanthel Islands, the indigenous tribes of the islands also had their own beliefs.

They believe that everything in the world has a soul, from trees to rocks, from the sea to islands, to pure lakes and babbling waters, all have souls, all have life, and have their own consciousness.

"Great Night Pupils, bless the children of the tribe and let them have eyes that are not deceived by the night!"

For the people of the Night Pupil Tribe, the most powerful thing is their own tribal totem, with the Night Pupil who is not confused by the night, and this is also the time for them to pray.

And after the prayer, the elders of the Night Pupil tribe slowly took out nine slender beaks and walked to the center of the village—where stood a towering totem pole full of sharp beaks, and at the top was a bird of prey with huge eyes and fierce claws—this was the Night Pupil, the object of worship of the Night Pupil tribe.

"Great Night Pupil, guide the soul of the warrior back!"

Praying, the elder inserted the beaks of the birds in his hands into the totem pole one by one, and immediately the eyes of the giant bird on the totem pole slowly lit up like a blue-gray luster, and the same gust of wind swirled around the totem pole.

"Night Hitomi has recovered the souls of the warriors!"

"They will live in the totem pole and protect us!"

"Ulla!"

"Ulla!"

............

Receiving the paper parcel from Sibo, the Lord of Ilf returned to his throne, arranging accommodation and meals for the trio, and allowing them to move freely in the inner city of Fort Ilvon until three days later, when the Lord summoned the three back to the Lord's Hall.

At this moment, a long table has been placed in the middle of the main hall of the city, and a map is placed on the long table.

"Hello everyone!"

"You've had a good rest these days, haven't you?"

"Good!"

"Thank you Lord Il for your hospitality!"

Ron and Jami are not good at words, so it is natural for Sibo to intervene.

And after the greeting, the city lord of Il also immediately cut to the topic - in the past few days, Ron has already understood the identity of the city lord of Il, he is also a member of the church of Yudala, but after obtaining the title of the noble goddess and a certain kingdom, he led his subordinates to the Nelanthel Islands to open up new territories.

And his goal is also very clear - to open up a new and stable rear for the halfling god system before the turbulent year, so as to prevent the damage of the halfling race and the god system due to unknown dangers in the future!

"This is a map of Il Island!"

Ill is not the largest island in the Nerainsel Islands, but it can be seen on the map that only half of the territory occupied by Fort Ilvon, and the other half by the Nightpupil tribe.

In fact, this half of the territory has been the exploration and hard work of the city lord of Il for decades, and even every exploration has to pay a bloody price.

"A few days ago, the Night Pupil Tribe finally couldn't bear it anymore and showed its claws and fangs again. ”

"Obviously, the time has come to cut off the fanged claws once again!"

"This time it's going to be permanently severed!"

On the map, the city lord of Il scolded Fang Xuan and was full of spirit - the lifespan of a halfling is as long as one hundred and fifty years, and the city lord of Il, who is now only in his seventies, is at his most energetic, and at the same time, the peace between Fort Ilvon and the Night Pupil tribe for more than ten years has allowed both sides to accumulate enough combat power and are eager to fight again - and this time the items sent by the three Ron have also made the self-confidence of the city lord of Il rise again.

In fact, such a decisive battle took place more than a decade ago, and the result of that time was a split between the Nightpupil tribe, with some of the natives beginning to cooperate amicably with Ilvonburg, while others fled into the mountains and never came to see again.

"Great Night Pupils, bless the children of the tribe and let them have eyes that are not deceived by the night!"

The continent of Feren has been occupied by the gods, but on the other side of the ocean, there is an unknown continent that has not been occupied by the gods, and due to the distance, the Nelanthel Islands are between this unknown continent and the continent of Feren.

So while the Faeron gods spread their influence to the Nelanthel Islands, the indigenous tribes of the islands also had their own beliefs.

They believe that everything in the world has a soul, from trees to rocks, from the sea to islands, to pure lakes and babbling waters, all have souls, all have life, and have their own consciousness.

"Great Night Pupils, bless the children of the tribe and let them have eyes that are not deceived by the night!"

For the people of the Night Pupil Tribe, the most powerful thing is their own tribal totem, with the Night Pupil who is not confused by the night, and this is also the time for them to pray.

And after the prayer, the elders of the Night Pupil tribe slowly took out nine slender beaks and walked to the center of the village—where stood a towering totem pole full of sharp beaks, and at the top was a bird of prey with huge eyes and fierce claws—this was the Night Pupil, the object of worship of the Night Pupil tribe.

"Great Night Pupil, guide the soul of the warrior back!"

Praying, the elder inserted the beaks of the birds in his hands into the totem pole one by one, and immediately the eyes of the giant bird on the totem pole slowly lit up like a blue-gray luster, and the same gust of wind swirled around the totem pole.

"Night Hitomi has recovered the souls of the warriors!"

"They will live in the totem pole and protect us!"

"Ulla!"

"Ulla!"

............

Receiving the paper parcel from Sibo, the Lord of Ilf returned to his throne, arranging accommodation and meals for the trio, and allowing them to move freely in the inner city of Fort Ilvon until three days later, when the Lord summoned the three back to the Lord's Hall.

At this moment, a long table has been placed in the middle of the main hall of the city, and a map is placed on the long table.

"Hello everyone!"

"You've had a good rest these days, haven't you?"

"Good!"

"Thank you Lord Il for your hospitality!"

Ron and Jami are not good at words, so it is natural for Sibo to intervene.

And after the greeting, the city lord of Il also immediately cut to the topic - in the past few days, Ron has already understood the identity of the city lord of Il, he is also a member of the church of Yudala, but after obtaining the title of the noble goddess and a certain kingdom, he led his subordinates to the Nelanthel Islands to open up new territories.