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Chapter 166 The Son of Harris

Shannon, demigod, son of Heris, god of mountains and craftsmen.

Although he is extremely brave, his brain is not worthy of praise.

He is confident that he can be invincible, but arrogance is often the most fatal weakness.

Those four strong hooves were tied up by the marauders with hemp rope, and hung from the high mast. They looked ridiculous, and what happened to him made people sad.

Shannon's face was bloodshot, his hooves were kicking wildly, and the wounded bandits were determined to give the man a humiliating death.

They discussed whether to cut off the strong horse's legs first, or gouged out his big brother first.

Shannon yelled at the marauders, but it didn't help.

He fought off dozens of marauders and took several lives with his own hands before he was captured.

For this reason, the Marauders hated Shannon all the more.

Those bound druids looked sadly at Shannon, this heroic but scheming horse, would eventually turn into a bone in the dust.

Norn saw it all.

He led the camels with Xi Lan to the cottage, pretending to be a businessman from afar.

The raiders didn't doubt it. After all, it was not uncommon to see three-eyed ape-man businessmen passing through the forest through the desert, and there were not a few people who did business with the raiders.

The norn was composed, humbled before the marauders.

by complimenting, admiring,

And the vague provocations.

Angelic grace allows prophets to penetrate the hearts of men.

Norn belittled the elder before the two chiefs, and belittled the younger before the elder.

Chaos in the cottage is imminent.

The orcs with their own ghosts killed each other.

The blood was terribly profuse.

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The fighting lasted from morning to evening.

The looters escaped or died, and let the elf Xilan deal with the rest.

Without breaking a sweat, the Norn freed the Druid, and also Shannon.

On all fours and hooves, Centaur Shannon picked up his bow and arrow and his broken bronze sword. In front of Norn, his eyes were complicated.

"who are you?"

Norn asked aloud.

Shannon straightened his tall body,

"Shannon, son of the blacksmith Hess."

"How did you get caught?"

Norn looked at Shannon. Compared to the disheveled Druids, the wounds on Shannon's body were all new, and some were still bleeding, exuding a strong fishy smell.

This meant that the strong man had fallen into the hands of these marauders not long ago.

When Shannon heard this, he glared at the dying leader of the raiders.

"I heard that the druids had wishing stones, and they were trapped in the hands of robbers..."

"So you go it alone? Come here alone to be a hero?"

asked the elf Sealand.

There was nothing but surprise in his tone.

In the ears of the reckless Shannon, such a question is a blatant humiliation.

"Single-handedly, yes, because I am a centaur, I was born to be single-handed!"

Shannon's face was a little reddish with anger.

"Don't be impatient, I don't know you before."

Sealand raised her hand in a gesture.

It’s okay if the elf didn’t say anything, but Shannon was even more embarrassed by what he said.

"You three-eyed apes who can only play tricks,"

Shannon had never seen an elf, so he recognized Xi Lan as a three-eyed ape-man,
"If you compete with me in bow skills and bravery, you will lose completely."

After finishing speaking, Shannon ran his limbs and hooves, turned around and rushed out of the cottage, not knowing whether he was dismissive or out of breath.

"Use your tongue, it can only save you for a while!"

While running, Shannon yelled angrily, and his figure disappeared from the sight of the two.

From the beginning to the end, this man and horse did not say a word of thanks, as if thanking Nuo En and the two of them meant a great shame.

This centaur is reckless and arrogant, unwilling to bow to others, let alone submit.

Norn watched the people and horses leave in a hurry, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"You, you are..."

An old voice came from behind, interrupting Norn's train of thought.

The prophet swung his priest's staff and slowly turned around.

The old druid in front of him was the oak sage he met nine years ago.

"It's me, Norn, remember?"

Norn said softly.

"It's really you..."

The oak sage stared at Norn's face, said in a trembling voice, his eyes became moist,
"You saved us twice!"

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Norn followed the druids to their tribe.

Facing the mess all over the place, the druids felt sad, and the sound of wailing rose and fell in the forest.

Even so, after mourning, the oak sage still offered a gift to the norn, as a gift in return for freeing them.

"This is the wishing stone."

The oak sage tremblingly placed the wishing stone in Norn's hand,

"After we lifted the curse, the venerable Ekabe gave us two wishing stones."

After Norn hesitated, he still took the wishing stone into his hands.

After the oak sage handed the wishing stone to Norn, he turned around and left.

As the leader of the tribe, after experiencing a tragic plunder, he must take his tribe to a place where no one has set foot, so as not to be robbed by other tribes again.

"Wait, sage."

The norn called to the oak sage.

"Don't worry about us Norn, we have a wishing stone is enough."

The old druid turned around, thinking that Norn was going to reject the wishing stone.

Norn shook his head, he had long understood the firm intention of the oak sage.

"No, sage, I want to give you the grace of God."

"Grace of God? Which God?"

Oak Sage asked puzzledly.

"God who gave you souls."

Norn stared into the eyes of the sage, and said slowly.

The sage was puzzled at first, and then his pupils slowly shrank.

Just listen to Norn continue:
"'Krastor', remember this old saying, it means to undo the curse."

The oak sage looked at Norn, and for some reason, he felt an unquestionable power from Norn's eyes.

The old druid was short of breath, and repeated involuntarily:
"Ka, Karasto..."

"If you encounter a curse that is difficult for you to lift again, try to recite it and exert its power."

With that, Norn added:

"It allows you to communicate the grace of the cursed god without the cursed god's deliberate gift."

After the oak sage was stunned, his hands trembled slightly, and old tears welled up in his eyes.

After a while, he wiped his eyes embarrassingly, but the tears still kept flowing.

The oak-sage looked at the norn through tears.

Suddenly he felt,
Norn is a very different person than he was nine years ago.

This former boy... What exactly has he experienced?
The oak sage couldn't get to the bottom of it, he could only spit out one sentence:
"Thanks, Norn,

Our family will always remember you,
Just like we will always listen to the voice of the earth. "

　Next week, it may be changed to [-] or [-] every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)