After a fierce battle, no matter who needs to rest, even Baron Dahl, who did not participate in the battle, feels tired because of the nervousness of watching the battle, and needs to take a good rest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now it was the turn of the servants to work, and they searched in groups of three or five in the goblin tribe.

The goal of the search is twofold, the first is to see if anything valuable can be found, and the second is to find out if there are any fish that have escaped from the net under the swords and guns of the soldiers, so as to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

For the individual servants, the former is more important, and for Dahl, the latter is more important - after all, goblins are so fast to reproduce.

"It was a good day. Inside the marching tent, the knight in charge of actually directing today's battle reported to Baron Dahl, "There will be no more than ten goblins who will escape, they are at the back of the tribe, and they have fled at the beginning, and we have no men to chase them down." ”

"It's just ten of them, just run away. Baron Dahl waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "In this cold and snowy world, they may not live long if they escape." Even if we were lucky enough to survive the winter, there would be less than ten goblins, what would we do? If nothing else, at least for three or five years, the goblins in our territory will no longer gather in relatively large numbers. After all, chieftains and shamans don't come up very often. ”

He was right that goblins were only one of the weaker of the monsters, and that without a goblin chieftain or shaman to lead them, they would often only be able to maintain a size of no more than a hundred, and no matter how large they were, they would be favored by the powerful monsters - after all, goblins were also on their recipes. If there are few of them, they may not have to work hard for these small things that are not easy to catch if they run fast, but as long as there are enough of them, if they can mix up their bellies after one hard work, I believe that those powerful monsters will definitely not mind running a special time.

"It's strange to say, that's the goblin shaman this time, what's going on with that goblin chief?" said one of the knights, "I've never seen anything so big!"

"yes, I haven't seen it either. The other knight nodded, then looked left and right, and saw that the mage was not in the tent, and couldn't help but smile, "You see, someone has already run to study it." ”

"I'm afraid I can't study it. The knight who had just come in shook his head and said, "I saw that group of people from the Void Masquerade Church dragged their corpses to the altar, saying that this kind of strange enemy could be used as a sacrifice ......."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and a quasi-knight who looked to have just come of age asked in surprise, "Isn't the Void Mask a pure god, how can you still accept the blood sacrifice?"

Everyone looked at each other, but when you think about it, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it - it seems reasonable for the believers to work hard to kill a powerful monster and use its corpse as a sacrifice. At least the War Church and the like seem to do that.

It's just that a priest of a pure and good god also does this, which can't help but make people feel a little - the painting style is wrong.

The mage also felt that the style of painting was wrong, he didn't mind the sacrifices of the priests of the Void Mask Church, anyway, his share of the loot had already been obtained - an arm of the goblin chief, and its heart, for research, these two parts were almost enough, and any more would be a waste. But he was also surprised that the Void Mask Church was also engaged in such bloody sacrifices, so much so that he couldn't help but ask.

“...... Then what do you think we should use for the sacrifice?" the Kabbalah priest asked with a smile after officiating at the sacrifice, bathing in the warm light with the faithful.

The mage pondered for a moment and said, "The first handful of wheat to be harvested in the fall?"

"It was a ritual of the Church of the Goddess of the Harvest. ”

"The first money you make every month, or the first coin in your paybag at the end of the month?"

"It was a sacrifice to Her Majesty, the Goddess of Wealth. ”

"Prayer every day when the sun just rises?"

“...... Friend, can you please not be cranky!" The Kabbalah priest couldn't help himself, shook his head and sighed, "Don't compare the situation of other gods of other churches to us, our majesty is an easy-going deity who thinks that as long as it is the result of hard work, it can be used as a sacrifice. He didn't care what was offered, only whether the sacrifice included sincere prayer, hard work, and a proper harvest. ”

The military mage suddenly realized and nodded slightly.

If only those three factors are included, the results of this group of priests' crusade against monsters naturally belong to the content that can be sacrificed. And among their achievements today, the most worthy of boasting is the goblin chief who can turn into a giant, and it is reasonable to use its corpse as a sacrifice.

No wonder this sacrifice was a success, as the sacrifice disappeared, the warm holy light fell like raindrops, not only did they completely recover from their fatigue, but many people's eyes also flashed with light and joy, presumably because they had been rewarded by His Majesty the Void Kamene.

At this moment, a sudden flash of light suddenly flashed above the altar, and a broadsword that was so wide that ordinary people needed both hands to use it appeared out of thin air and landed on the ground next to the altar.

The priests were shocked at first, and then couldn't help but rejoice—this was clearly a prize from His Majesty the Void Mask!

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the bear-like holy warrior, because the style of this sword was almost exactly the same as the one he was using.

"I'm going to have a treat when I get back!" said a paladin who had a good relationship with him.

"Yes, a treat!" the other paladins followed suit.

The stout paladin smiled, nodded repeatedly, prayed to the altar, and then carefully raised his sword with both hands. He grasped the hilt of the sword and tried to swing it a few times, feeling that this sword was as light and heavy as it was, and it was indeed made by a great god, compared to the great sword that he had spent several years of savings to build, I really don't know where it was so clever!

"This sword really fits!" he said happily, "the size, the length, the weight...... There's nothing that doesn't fit in. It's like a part of my body!"

"You go to the side and try a random rock. The elder priest advised, "The weapons given by His Majesty cannot be as simple as putting them together. ”

The sturdy holy warrior thought so, walked to a large stone next to him, clenched his sword with both hands, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then took the fighting qi that he had just comprehended after today's battle, condensed it as much as possible, and slashed it out with a fierce sword.

The broadsword slashed at the stone, and instead of sparks flying or bouncing up, it was as if it had struck a piece of wood that was not very hard, with a slight obstacle, but it was still well slashed in, at least a foot deep in one go. (To be continued.) )