A baby dragon has built a nest outside the Novice Village

Chapter 77 Prayer
Farui was unaware of the turmoil outside. He was enjoying his peaceful daily life.

If it weren't for Savrina, his days would have been a little more peaceful.

She was finely adjusting the position of the kerosene lamp in front of her. Finally, she placed the kerosene lamp in a satisfactory position, and the last shadow on the eaves disappeared.

"How long are you going to keep doing this?"

Safrina glanced at him in disapproval.

"Your nest is too shabby. For my future living quality, you have to decorate it well."

As she spoke, Safrina lifted up a statue that showed Farai descending from the sky and saving the goblins from the undead.

Of course, this scene has been beautified a lot, at least in terms of proportion, the Farai in the statue is almost as big as a young dragon.

Farui sighed. It looked like Safrina was going to stay here.

"I feel like I have reached the threshold of the tenth level. I would like to borrow your nest to rest for a while."

Just as Fari focused his attention on the white line from which the cry for help came, several fragmented images flooded into his mind.

"……save……"

"Dear master, your humble servant awaits your orders."

Fari had no choice but to let Safrina mess with his nest, but he had to admit that with Safrina's efforts, the nest was indeed more comfortable to live in.

The sound was intermittent and unclear. Fary carefully sensed it and finally found the source of the cry for help.

Soon, he came outside the nest.

It comes from a faint white thread that occasionally conveys a trace of the power of faith.

The images flashed by, and not much of the surrounding environment could be seen in them. At least, Fari could not determine the location of the person in need of help by the position of the trees and shadows.

It seemed like someone was asking him for help.

But the handful of gems containing a slight magical fluctuation that she took out blocked what he wanted to say.

Just when Farui was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly felt something and looked up into the distance.

Ignoring the other goblins who were arguing in the meeting, he ran to Farrell's lair.

A dragon's senses would not miss any movement around it. Since Savrina didn't hear it, it meant that there was no one talking in the nest.

Caravans, undead, goblins.

Kalelele felt his master calling him.

Fari glanced around, and it seemed that Safrina had not heard the voice at all. She was adjusting the angle of the statue so that she could enjoy the statue from the best angle every time she entered the nest.

“She gave so much.”

"Great..., bless..."

This is also a new trick that Fari has just tried out recently. Just by gently plucking the white line coming from Kralele, he can sense his call.

At that time, Fari wanted to refuse Safrina's request.

But there are clues in the picture. From the goblins' clothes and the caravans, Farui can tell that this is a goblin caravan.

Kalalelei knelt respectfully outside the nest. Safrina looked at Fary strangely, wondering why he suddenly summoned this goblin.

"A caravan is in danger and is being attacked by the undead."

Farri spoke up, but this made Safrina even more confused.

Farui stayed in the nest these days, eating and sleeping. Occasionally, he would bask in the sun at the entrance of the nest while observing the goblin settlement below.

"How did he know that a goblin caravan was attacked?"

Of course, Savrina didn't voice her doubts. "You know the routes of those caravans, and I'll leave the rest to you."

Fary finished saying everything he needed to say and lay down on the pile of treasure. He could now feel that the power he had gained from the previous battle was still slowly emerging. He needed to continue resting and let his body fully digest this power.

Kalele nodded in agreement, then slowly backed away until Fari was out of sight, then turned and ran down the mountain.

Since the great master said so, the caravan must be attacked.

There was no option in Kralele's mind to question Fari.

Even during this period, the goblin caravans chose the safest trade routes that had been cleared of the surrounding undead, and their destinations were the new villages built by the new immigrants.

The new immigrants came to make a living, not to die. Their villages were far away from the front lines, and the surrounding undead had been cleared out by the Crusaders one round after another. Even if there were omissions, they were just small fish and shrimps that the caravan guards could handle.

“This is a foreshadowing.”

Kalalelei firmly believed this in her heart.

If caravans still encounter danger in this environment, it means that the situation in the territory of Saget City has undergone new changes.

"The great master should be reminding us to prepare in advance. And that caravan should have new information."

Team after team of goblin soldiers set off, leaving the settlement and following the paths of the dozen or so caravans that had recently left.

In the caravan that was attacked, a thin old goblin was kneeling on the ground and praying to a small wooden sculpture in front of him.

They have been surrounded here for several days, and he has been praying intermittently during these days.

"The great master will bless us with food and rest, and save us from danger."

Around him, several caravans formed a circle, serving as a simple defensive fortification, while the goblin soldiers on the side were using their spears to poke down the undead that had climbed onto the roofs of the caravans.

"Stop praying and come and give me a hand."

A young man in the caravan was shouting, and the horses in the caravan were neighing anxiously. He was almost unable to hold back these guys.

And at this moment, the leader of their caravan was still there praying in vain.

There are many gods in this world, and those priests can indeed occasionally gain some inspiration and power through prayer.

These gods have different forms, some look like humans, some don't, and some are bizarre. These gods keep the world running, bringing sunshine, rain, hurricanes, or nurturing life and harvesting crops... Every popular textbook published by the church will have a basic introduction to each god, teaching people to fear the gods.

The young man had read these textbooks, and found that none of the gods in those textbooks looked like dragons.

Compared to praying, the work at hand was much more important. The small circle formed by the caravan was not big. If the horses got frightened and ran away, the impact on the crumbling line of defense might be much greater than that of the undead outside.

The goblin finally stopped praying and slowly stood up.

Through his transactions with humans, he had also read some popular textbooks, and his prayer just now was nothing more than an attempt made in desperation.

Since he didn't get any response, he had to continue his work.

However, the sound of fighting was heard outside, outside the caravan, behind the undead that were besieging the caravan.

The goblins around him cheered.

"Saved, saved!"

The goblins saw the troops in the distance and cheered, but the old goblin seemed to be thinking about something.

"The next patrol should be in three days. Why is it so early?"

Suddenly, his body trembled and he thought of his previous prayer.

"Great Master, thank you for your protection."

(End of this chapter)