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When Donghe Q scooped up a spoonful of Zhang at the moment of trying. But I saw Grimm leaning over and said in a very small voice: "If you put a spell on this pot of soup, I will say that it is a brain soup blessed by the gods, and the effect is excellent." And then sell it to them!" and secretly gestured, meaning that the money earned was divided equally between the two. Donghe Q smiled and deliberately said loudly: "But this kind of soup is only a semi-finished product by relying on condiments and steaming, because the real soup also needs a special blessing." It is not easy to boil out such a big pot of soup, and I see that you have worked so hard, so I will pray for you like the god Akudi, and ask him to give him miraculous blessings. Let the soup be as effective as possible!" and then turned to the others and said, "Stop talking! Let the great god Akquoi give me magical spells. ”

Like a greedy duck Q, everyone stretched their necks and looked at Donghe Q's work with curiosity and expectation on their faces. I saw that he was really standing in front of the cauldron and was "silent", and after a long silence, he suddenly raised his finger with a solemn face and drew a few times slowly and solemnly against the cauldron.

This painting is actually a rune for the whole pot of soup, and there is a complex effect hidden in it. Sure enough, as soon as the talisman seal began to operate, the arcane soldiers next to them suddenly felt that the big clay pot was filled with an indescribable spell aura, and some people even secretly blessed themselves with "detection magic" to secretly observe what kind of spell it was. As a result, the more I looked at it, the more confused I became, the magic aura was not only colorful but also complex in shape, and it seemed that several spells were completely fused together. At first glance, the general form of the aura seems to be the effect of "reverence", and the whole pot is filled with strong positive energy, and when you look at it again, it looks like a bit of "divine energy", and the color of the aura seems to have the effect of "removing diseases" and "calming the mind". It really confuses people for a while!

These arcane warriors were all knowledgeable people, and as soon as they saw such an inscrutable thing, their minds immediately drifted, and they whispered to each other: "What kind of blessing did Pastor Elilu put in it? How do I look like I have five or six spell effects? And they are all tightly mixed together, I can't tell the difference?" Is there something wrong with my spell?"

Someone pretended to understand, "Your spell is fine." I've seen seven or eight spell effects! and they're all in one, really unheard of thaumaturgy. Didn't Pastor Elilu say it? That's a special kind of god-given spell! Of course, we ordinary people can't understand the power of God. ”

The more cautious person said, "Did you use a magical glow technique that can modify the magic aura? But he deliberately released a lot of magic aura to confuse us?"

Some people who have a good impression of "Pastor Elilu" whispered a refuge: "Pastor Elilu has money, why would he lie to us about such a thing? You see, he not only has a portable golem that can become bigger and smaller." There is also a rare Earth High Spell Scepter. You can unleash the effects of Tier 8 spells! How can you have these things if you don't have money? Why is he lying to you?"

Those who were cautious whispered, "Maybe it's to increase our mystique and attract us to the church of the Elemental God? Haven't you heard? The churches of the various elemental gods have been making some small moves in the past year or so. ”

The rest corrected, "But I've only heard that they're looking for allies, and they don't have a large number of followers." And then again, since the beginning of history, no matter what earth-shaking events have happened. It seems that the elemental gods are all Titans and have never been interested in expanding the Church. 11 Shou-Fa 11 Even the most active god of the earth fire elemental only uses a large number of spell tools to attract allies and expand his influence. There is also little interest in recruiting believers. ”

So these people, like many tenants on the earth, began to distort the topic: "I heard that when the priests of the fire elemental god Carsus were holding a grand flame priesthood, a fierce flame would occasionally appear in mid-air and descend on the huge flame altar, and then some high-quality spell tools with very special functions would appear inside. These precious things, which can buy large sums of money, are often distributed to the lowly and devout. Some people don't even know any martial arts and spells! It's like giving a sharp two-handed sword to a yellow-haired little Q who can't walk steadily. I really don't know what God Cassus and his priests think. ”

The others laughed and said, "Then you go and join the Church of God Cassus." Surely you will be able to gain God's appreciation with your abilities. Maybe one day I'll be glad to reward you with a steel virgin's belt. Hahahaha"

The man waved his hand. Shaking his head, he said, "Don't laugh." I'm not crazy, how can I go back to the church of the fire elemental god? Everyone in there is like a paranoid, often doing perverted things to prove their faith, such as burning their palms with candles, putting oil on their fingers, and then lighting them on fire, until the finger bones crack and even burn to pieces! I have seen such a terrible believer. It's chilling! I don't want to be a paranoid for a few good pieces of gear. ”

Another man with arms next to him nodded, "They are indeed a bit excessive, and I have also met a crazy priest of the god of Cassus, who often preaches in my ear that the world is too filthy and needs a complete cleansing. I still think about the end of the world day and night. Counting on a fire to burn down a qiē. It's even more unbearable than a demon!"

The others half-jokingly warned, "Be careful that your words are heard by the believers of the god Carsus." They can be very fanatical. However, their temple is indeed very beautiful, I heard that there is a small temple made of pure gold in the sphere of influence of the Golden Demon Pattern Society! The temple is surrounded by more than a dozen giant ** braziers of pure gold. Inside, there was an unquenchable flame that was about two or three stories high! It was like a huge mountain of flames enveloping the extraordinarily ornate temple of pure gold. Anyone who touches a flame, except for devout believers, will be incinerated at the sight of it. Not even the protective flames and flame shields could withstand the mighty flames!"

While they were talking, Donghe Q had already turned around and left leisurely. A few curious arcane spikes tentatively "bought" a small bowl from Grimm and tried it. After taking two sips, he said to the other people gathered around, "It tastes really good, and I feel a lot more refreshed." I didn't sleep last night, and I felt very sleepy just now, but now, it seems to be gone. ”

A few other people also bought some curiously and tasted it, its taste was fragrant without a trace of greasy, soft and smooth without a trace of fishiness, just smelling it and feeling strong spirits. So I brought more people to buy this brain soup that had been blessed by the god of the qi element. Everyone gradually crowded together, and even attracted a few knights and some soldiers of the Baron's Land. The people pushed and shoved, kicking aside the broken heads of the sub-giants.

The dusty distorted face. His eyes stared at the empty sky, his mouth wide open, as if a monstrous demon was roaring silently. =3-q Chinese-first-发=

The night is like a heavy black veil that envelops the boundless land. Rolling hills and thin streams, towering crutche-shaped towers and low-rise earthen houses have all become blurred shadow patterns. Only the small temple of Mother Earth Goddess revealed a faint soft light. A warm sight in the dark night.

In the small temple, several old people are sitting on chairs, led by the old priest, slowly praying to the simple statue on the small altar. The altar also exuded a faint positive energy that swirled around several old farmers. relieves their pain.

Ordinary diseases can be solved by "removing diseases", but the aging of the body and the cause of illness cannot be eliminated. Only the positive energy can improve the vitality of the body, promote blood and endocrine circulation, and slightly repair the old and damaged tissues, just like the effect of "cupping" on the earth.

An old priest in an old, faded robe stood on a wooden platform, holding a thick scripture book in his hand. Read the stories from the scriptures in the form of prayers. He read a sentence, and the illiterate old farmers below followed suit. In this poor area, it can be regarded as a kind of "recreational activity". The scriptures are usually about the farmer, such as the man who worked hard but was always poor and suffered, and one day the clouds opened to see the moon, because he won the praise of the mother goddess for his noble character and perseverance, and was given a great amount of wealth to live out his old age; Without going through the judgment of the underworld, he ascended directly to the rich heaven of the mother goddess. Enjoy endless harvest and happiness forever.

Etcetera. And on and on.

The farmer below also followed the prayer very seriously, and his originally sad eyes gradually flattened and soothed. He even slowly revealed a luster of hope, eagerly looking at the statue of Mother Earth on the altar in front of him. It is as if a person trapped by a ghost has finally seen the brilliant sunrise and is about to be saved.

The hypnotic prayer continued on and on until late at night, when the old priest ordered it to end.

After everyone left one after another, there was still an old man over 70 years old who did not leave, and he slowly walked up to the old priest and begged him for a little holy water: "I am too old, and the old problem of leg pain has become more and more frequent recently. It's okay in your temple, but as soon as you leave the temple, you will have a sour pain when you blow a little wind. I hope you will give some holy water and feel better after drinking it. ”

Holy water is pure water that is infused with positive energy, and it is a good auxiliary medicine for the elderly. However, it usually costs a little money to get it. After all, the temple also needs money to maintain its daily expenses and organize some activities. The old priest hesitated slightly, but considering that he was also a more devout old believer, he took a bottle of holy water and gave it to him.

The old man, who had lost more than half of his teeth, took the holy water with a happy face, but sighed again, and his dry and wrinkled old face showed an unusually low expression, as if he was talking to himself: "When people get old, they always trouble others, and the more they live, the more boring they become." ”

The old priest's heart sank, and he keenly observed that a trace of concern flashed in his cloudy and slightly numb eyes, and there was a little taste of seeking relief from death.

If all the poor people in the world died, how many would believe in the Mother Goddess?! So the old priest patted the other man on the shoulder and reassured, "God Yatley once said that even a dying tree will spit out new shoots in the last spring. Your life is not over yet, and perhaps in the future you will be able to experience the joy of life and the meaning of life cycles. I heard that your fourth Sun Q is about to be born, and a new life is about to be born, don't you want to follow the teachings of the goddess and help him to thrive?"

The old man looked up and stopped talking, he had given birth to a total of seven children in his life, but only two of them had survived to the present. The rest were either expelled from their territories and never heard from or died tragically by swords and spells in the chaos of war and robbers. The little saplings that he had worked so hard to cultivate were always ruthlessly blown down by the bloody wind and rain when they were grown, how could it be painful and heart-wrenching? It's not that they're going to accomplish anything when they grow up, but that they're thinking: How many of them will survive? Will the siblings who survive fight each other and split up?

Every time I think of this, I feel that I am not interested, and I just feel that life is so meaningless. I don't have the heart to practice "taking care of life and planting Q." make it thrive". Because the "golden wheat" that he has worked so hard to cultivate is always ruthlessly harvested by fate, it is really discouraged.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded mechanically, and carefully picked up the holy water. Say goodbye and leave.

The old priest silently watched his clumsy figure limp away into the deep hazy darkness, and sighed slightly in his heart. Doctrine is always good, life is always cruel. After all, there are only a few people who can fully integrate the doctrine into their lives. Although this old man is also very pious in action, he can only be regarded as a "pan-believer" in faith, and after his death, he can only barely enter the heavenly kingdom of the mother goddess.

As for the "true believers" whom the god Artley admires the most. I've never seen one in my life. Even the priests themselves are not necessarily "true believers"! Some pastors of higher status than themselves are only "devout believers" or "fanatics." It's just that luck is better than oneself that he has obtained a higher level of divine art and status.

The old priest thought with some indignation, and turned to close the door of the small temple,

The figure of the old man outside the door suddenly pounced and fell to the ground.

The old priest secretly shouted that it was not good, this old man's muscles and bones were very fragile, and maybe a fall would lead to a fracture. So he hurriedly stepped out of the door, trying to help him up, and by the way, to see if he was hurt.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I suddenly found that some strange thick fog was floating near the ground not far away!

His body was far stronger than ordinary people under the long-term protection of divine magic. You can even beat some young guys in a wrist-wrestling game. His ears and eyes are also quite sharp. The wide, strange mist seemed to be absent under the cover of the night, but it could not escape his sharp eyes!

I have also seen some stormy old pastors, and they suddenly feel bad. This fog is obviously the effect of the "hidden fog technique"! Who would hide in this fog in the middle of the night? Could it be a mage who is a thief? But what is there to steal from such a poor town?

He instinctively retreated into the doorway. Suddenly, I found that where the old man fell to the ground in front of me, there were still some vague large outlines dangling - the outline was even higher than a floor!

Frightened, he shouted, "Who dares to be presumptuous in the mission of the great god Yatley? Come out of here!"

Before the words fell, a sub-giant priest who was about two people tall and as strong as a big rhinoceros slowly walked out!

Under the gloomy night, the lilac priest's robe on his body had turned into an alternative purple similar to dark red, and combined with his murderous face, it suddenly showed a strong killing momentum. He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth to shout at the old priest in a broken lingua franca, "The only priest here!

Before he finished speaking, the fog behind him gradually receded, revealing dense sub-giants one after another! Nearly a hundred sub-giants had already sneaked into the city!

The old priest's scalp was numb, and in the midst of great fear, a wave of joy secretly rose!

I will not retreat! He shouted to himself in fear and joy: I swore before the Mother Earth Goddess that I would protect this land all my life, so that the cycle of life of sowing and reaping on it would never cease!

I have waited for the moment to prove my piety to you, O great God Artley!

The happiness in his heart suddenly turned into strength, and he shouted loudly: "What is it? You evil sub-giants! If you have the ability, come here!" This extremely loud voice spread far and clearly in the night, and immediately woke up several nearby farmers.

The alarm had been sounded, and the old priest immediately slammed the thick wooden door shut. The window of the small temple suddenly brightened, like the dazzling light of day, and the fluctuations of the strong ** technique also began to rise!

A muffled voice suddenly erupted in the sky: "Kill him! He's just a third-order priest, it's impossible to activate an eighth-order spell!"

The sub-giants screamed "oh, oh", and their bodies turned into black storms, and they rushed towards the small temple violently: ordinary spellcasters can only cast spells that are three orders higher than their own spells at most, and how can a third-order priest in a poor country cast a spell that is five orders higher than his own?

And the purple-robed sub-giant priest on the ground with an angry face was even more annoyed! He burst out, and his body, which was as strong as a mountain barrier, suddenly swelled and twisted: the pupils of his eyes suddenly disappeared, turning into a bright and reddish gem form, as if a small blood mist was tumbling and boiling inside! His jaw was cracked and twisted, and it became a worm-like jaw clamp and complex and terrifying mouthparts, and many thick purple-black manes grew between his neck, licking a bit of a lion-like ferocity, and his arms and body were all thick, barbed armor in an instant, and his lower body became a giant ant-like form, which was also covered with insect armor and had purple-black thorns like sharp blades.

A super-large crypt spider as big as an elephant stood tall, and as soon as he flicked his limbs, he rushed through the rest of the sub-giants like a fast horse!

He was none other than Salomão, the leader of the sub-giants of the day. But in the battle during the day, they instantly lost more than a dozen strong beast spirit warriors, and the clan fell to the brink of life and death. At this time, another, larger tribe of Ajugana migrated to this area due to persecution from the Pontiky Empire. In desperation, Salomão had no choice but to surrender to this large-rooted tribe.

But, this is a tribe that believes in the Frost Raven Beast Spirit!

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