"Before the Great Annihilation, humanity went astray on the path of self-destruction.

At the time of the Great Annihilation, the gods sheltered all beings, left a spark for human civilization, and opened the way for magic and magic for all beings. ”

"Oh? If this is the case, is it true that for the people of the Western Xuan World, if they don't believe in the gods, they can't activate the mage's ability? ”

"The god is omnipresent and omnipotent, he has no desires, no desires, and no need to ask sentient beings to believe with magic, faith and ability are two different things."

"Yes, God is wise and merciful."

"It is natural, God loves the world."

Welling thought for a moment and continued to ask:

"You, as a god, are you a magician? Or are the priests necessarily magicians? ”

"Not necessarily, the devout may not be the capable, but I am, I am not capable of my own, just a small magician."

"Your so-called little magician, if it corresponds to the worldly hierarchy, what level of ability are you?"

"It's considered a late intermediate stage."

Welling's eyes froze, and he calmly continued to ask:

"In my opinion, you are already a very powerful magician, what level of your ability is considered in the temple system? Poor, average, or outstanding? ”

The priest "cut" with a chuckle, as if he had understood Welling's intentions:

"You just want to know how many people like me are in the Federation, don't you?

Or the next question you will ask, is there a big temple like this in every state of the federation and a priest like me, right? ”

Welling didn't feel a little ashamed of being exposed, his eyes were clear, he was concentrating, and nodded quietly.

"I don't blame you, after all, everyone has different positions, and I learned to use magic well in order to better promote the benevolence and brilliance of the god.

But I don't know what kind of status a superficial magical ability like mine corresponds to in the entire temple system, which is unimportant. ”

No matter how high-sounding the other party is, Welling has already listed the Great Divine Servant as a "hob meat".

Since the other party didn't answer clearly, Welling simply went straight to the point:

"A few days ago, the magician who resisted the attack on the Empire's Western Expeditionary Army, he carved the symbol of the god in the secret room where he was cultivating.

I think he should be a follower of the god and a member of the Federation's 'Fire Stealer Project', and I would like to know if you or your temple system are involved in this project. ”

The priest swiped a few times on his chest, his face calm, and looked directly at Welling:

"The temple system is only a platform for faith for the suffering world, and we never participate in secular disputes, nor do we provide such assistance."

Seeing that Welling still wanted to lose the bag, the priest added a little information:

"That's the last question I can tell you. Please go back. ”

Seeing that the other party had closed the channel of communication, Welling nodded:

"Thank you very much for your doubts, presumably after the demilitarization of Kera, in the future will definitely coexist peacefully with the Empire, you know, the Empire never invades other countries...... In other words, the original intention of the empire and the gods was to hope for more harmony and tranquility in the world. ”

The priest with a thick beard on his face did not make any comments on Welling's message, and looked at Welling quietly.

Welling clenched his fists slightly, turned and walked outside the temple.

Walking out of the temple, Welling was a little stunned:

"Shougong, such an inconspicuous divine servant, turned out to be a mid-level and late-stage magician, he has a strong faith and spirit, and I didn't detect more effective information."

"Childe, there are dozens of states in the empire, and there are dozens of middle and high-level magicians and gods, don't worry, there are so many counties and counties in the empire, there must be equal power balances."

Welling nodded, lost in thought.

Just now, when the information was lost and exchanged, Wei Ling also used his spiritual power to check the spirit body of the god servant, just like the old man of the god in Paterbon, in the deep sea of dark energy, there were many black lines behind them, extending to the endless void.

Comparatively speaking, the black lines behind this middle-aged god attendant are much less than those of the old man in Patbang.

"That god-servant old man in Paterbon should be at least a high-level magician...... Although I asked him at the time, he only said that he was the attendant of the Lord. ”

Shougong secretly stammered:

"Childe, that old man is so powerful, we didn't even feel how powerful he was at the time."

"Well, I'm just judging by the spirit bodies they are mapping in the Source Spirit World, and I may not be right."

Standing in the vast temple square, Welling looked around, the yellow-gray city looked so mediocre and lonely, he smiled bitterly and sighed:

"Shou Gong, about the 'Fire Stealer Project', all the clues have been broken, the slave trading group incident, there is only one Murong Langji left, and the other party should theoretically be in Maiji County.

Murong Langji himself will never admit it, even if we try to start with the Murong family, but Li Kongqing said that this person has already separated from the family, so it is unrealistic to hope to get information from the Murong family. ”

"Childe, so what should we do next?"

"You can go to Maiji County to find Murong Langji, find a way to weaken his mental power, and then I will get information about his dreams.

You can also go to the county where the Murong family in Gusu is located to investigate, and you can also go boating in the East China Sea to find the place where Nanxing lived back then, hoping to find some clues.

In fact, every option is unwise and hopeless. ”

Shougong thought for a moment and agreed with Childe's judgment.

Her face also suffered.

……

In the deep blue sky of the Divine Plateau, vultures hovered on the top of the snow-capped mountains, the sunlight was very dazzling, but there was not much heat energy, and it could not melt the ancient snow.

Beneath the snow line, walked a young man in rags.

Barefoot on the rocks, squinting at the vultures in the sky, his expression still a little dazed.

Along the way to the snowy plateau, full of endless snow-capped mountains, wastelands and black rocks, it is difficult to find more life, except for vultures, antelopes and ascetics.

He met numerous ascetics in different regions.

Some people chanted, meditated and basked in the sun among the temples in the mountains and valleys.

Some people are locked up in closed cabins.

Some people are on the top of a cliff, meditating and cultivating.

He didn't stop, he always looked at the ascetics blankly, looked at them for a while, then left, and continued to walk upward.

When you are thirsty, you grab a handful of snow, and when you are hungry, you frown and eat a few bites of wheat bread.

After a few days, the stack of wheat cakes on his back was less than one of them that he had eaten himself, except for the other ascetics.

Every time he passed a snowy mountain, he would climb to the top of that snowy mountain, walk down the ridge, down the other side of the snow-capped mountain, and so on.

No one knew what he was looking for.

Some of the ascetics who had not settled down smiled at him, some greeted him, and some were numb to him, but he always looked at each other blankly, and then shook his head and left.

At this moment, Hezi is about to climb to the top of the snow-capped mountain under his feet.

Looking around, the snow-capped mountains seem to have no end.

Just as Hezi was about to descend the other side of the mountain, he saw a cliff without snow at the bottom of the mountain.

On the cliff wall inside the cliff, there is a triangular grotto, which is about one meter deep into the stone wall.

In the middle of the grotto, a young ascetic, with his eyes closed, sat cross-legged there.

The ascetic's face was calm and kind, and his clothes had been torn apart by the thorny winds of the mountains, but his complexion and expression did not look the slightest bit unbearable from the bitter cold.

Hezi walked to the grotto and looked at the ascetic in a blank manner.

The ascetic also opened his eyes and looked at the dumbfounded Hezi.

He Zi suddenly smiled.

This smile is like a spring breeze suddenly descending on the top of a snow-capped mountain.

He jumped into the grotto, the short and narrow grotto could not make him stand up straight, he could only kneel in front of the ascetic.

"Is that you?"

Hezi threw out the message with a slight hesitation.

"It's me."

A smile appeared on the ascetic's lips, and his hands that had been folded on his lower abdomen stretched out and stretched out a long lazy waist, and the sound of crackling bones could be heard in his body.

The ascetic's eyes scanned the mountains outside the grotto from the side of the monk, and then looked at the terrifyingly deep blue sky, then withdrew his gaze, put it on the eyes of the monk, and watched quietly:

"All living beings are suffering, and God loves the world."

Hezi nodded, turned around, and sat down on the ascetic's crossed legs.

He also crossed his legs.

The wind on the top of the mountain suddenly became stronger, rolling up a cloud of snow and circling and dancing in front of the grotto.

A black halo flashed inside the grotto, like a vortex of chaos.

Immediately, a black glow filled the grotto.

After a few moments, the black glow faded.

Only the hezi was left in the grotto, and the ascetic disappeared without a trace.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and Hezi's golden hair fluttered, and he opened his closed eyes.

In addition to being clear and bright, his eyes have become more flexible.

Jumping off the grotto, Hezi walked to the edge of the cliff and looked around the mountains.

The scars on the bare feet are no longer visible at all, as if carved from white jade, and there is a crystal light emerging.

He stomped his bare feet lightly.

The sky was silent, and the ravines shook.

In the nearby mountains, the snow has broken down, and the road is avalanche, roaring down.

……

Welling and Shougong walked out of the square of the Great Temple, and returned to the direction of the camp along the dusty streets.

They passed by a street-side tavern, which was not crowded with people and was quiet.

On the wall outside the tavern stood a young black-robed warlock.

And the stout and short Xixuan man beside the black-robed warlock attracted the attention of Wei Ling and the palace guard.

The black-robed warlock did not cover his face, and was slightly sloppy, typical of the Great Xia clan, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a quiet appearance.

The Xixuan man beside him is more distinctive, his height is less than 1.6 meters, the width of his body is estimated to be 1.5 meters, with a round head, a round face, a round nose, red hair and a red beard, and a huge metal sledgehammer at his feet.

These characteristics of dwarves alone are not enough to attract the attention of Welling and Shougong, after all, on the side of Bohu County, they have long seen the situation of the Great Xia tribe teaming up with the Xixuan people and the half-bloods.

What really caught their attention was that there was a supply platform next to the two men.

It was the standard ration of the militia squads that Welling and the palace guards were very familiar with, and the Empire's "mountain ghost" supply platform.

At a glance, it was clear that the platform had been modified, with almost all of the attack and defense facilities removed, and all of the body space was used for energy storage and carrying items.

The Xixuan dwarf leaned on one of the giant legs of the "mountain ghost", holding a small sign in one hand, on which two lines of the same content were written in Xixuan script and Daxia script:

"Recruit mages, warlocks, gladiators, or powerful warriors and work together to dig for gold!"