wandering fairy

The moment Dong Hezi picked up a spoonful of Zhang Zai and tried it.But Grimm came over and said in a very small voice: "You just put a spell on this pot of soup. I will say that it is a brain soup blessed by the gods. It is very effective. Then sell it to them!" The gesture means that the money earned is divided equally between the two.Dong Hezi smiled and said loudly on purpose: "However, this kind of soup only relies on seasoning and cooking, and it is only a semi-finished product, because the real soup needs a special blessing. It is not easy to make such a big pot of soup." Easy, I see that you have worked so hard, then pray for you like God Akudi, and ask him to bestow miraculous blessings. Let the effect of this soup be maximized!" Then he turned to the others and said, "You all Silence! I must concentrate on a difficult silent prayer. Let the great god Aquadi bestow upon me a magic spell."

Everyone stretched their necks like greedy ducks, looking at Dong Hezi's work with curiosity and anticipation.I saw that he really stood "silent" in front of the cauldron. He didn't say a word for a long time before suddenly raising his finger with a solemn expression, and slowly and solemnly drew a few times in the air against the cauldron.

This painting is actually a rune for the whole pot of soup, and there is a complicated effect hidden in it.Sure enough, as soon as the talisman began to work, the arcane soldiers next to him suddenly felt an inexplicable magical atmosphere filling the big pottery pot, and someone even secretly blessed themselves with "detection magic" to secretly observe what kind of spell it was .The result is that the more you look at it, the more confused you become. The magic aura is not only colorful but also complex in shape. It seems that several spells have been completely fused together.At first glance, the general shape of the aura seems to be the effect of the "worship technique", and the whole pot is full of strong positive energy; after another observation, it looks a bit like "divine energy", and the color of the aura seems to have " Removed the effects of "Disease" and "Stable Mind".It really confused people for a while!

These arcane fighters are all people who know the goods. When they saw this kind of elusive thing, they immediately thought about it and whispered to each other: "What kind of blessing did Pastor Aililu put in it? Why do I look like there are five or six kinds of blessings?" Spell effects? And they are all so tightly mixed together that I can’t tell them apart? Is there something wrong with my spells?”

Someone pretended to understand in confusion: "Your spells are fine. I have seen seven or eight kinds of spell effects! And they are combined into one, really unheard of thaumaturgy. Didn't Pastor Arilu say that? It’s a special kind of spell bestowed by gods! Of course, ordinary people can’t understand the power of gods.”

More cautious people said: "Did you use the magic aura that can modify the magic aura? Actually, there is only one effect. But it deliberately releases many kinds of magic aura to confuse us?"

Some people who have a good impression of "Priest Aililu" refuted in a low voice: "Priest Aililu has a lot of money, why would he lie to us about this kind of thing? You see, he not only has a portable magic that can be enlarged and reduced Like. There is also a rare high-level magic scepter. It can release the effects of 8th-level spells! How can you have these things if you don’t have money? Why is he lying to you?”

Those cautious people whispered: "Perhaps it is to increase their sense of mystery and attract us to the Church of the God of Air Elements? Haven't you heard? In the past year or so, the Churches of the Elemental Gods have made some small moves. "

The rest of the people corrected: "But I only heard that they are looking for allies, and there are no large-scale recruits of believers. Besides, since there are historical records, no matter what earth-shaking events happen. It seems that the elemental gods are one The deputy titan looks like he has never been interested in expanding the church.||||Even the most active god of the fire element only uses a large number of magic tools to attract allies and expand its influence. It is also very little interested in recruiting believers. "

So these people, like many other guests on the earth, began to mislead the topic: "I heard that when the priests of the fire elemental god Karsus held a grand flame priest, occasionally a fierce flame appeared in the midair. Go to the huge flame altar, and then there will be some high-quality magic tools with very special functions. These precious things that can be bought for a lot of money are often distributed to those low-level devout believers. Some people don’t even know any martial arts and skills. Spells! It’s like giving a sharp two-handed sword to a yellow-haired boy who can’t walk steadily. I really don’t know what God Karsus and his priests think.”

Others laughed and said, "Then you go to join the church of God Karsus. With your ability, you will definitely be appreciated by God. Maybe one day I am happy to reward you with a steel waist chain belt. Haha Ha ha"

The man waved.He shook his head and said, "Don't laugh. I'm not a lunatic. How can I go back to join the Church of the Fire Elemental God? Everyone there seems to be paranoid, and they often do perverted things to prove their beliefs, such as burning candles. Oil the palms and fingers and set fire to the fingers until the phalanx burns out and crackles and even burns to pieces! I have only seen one such horrible believer. It is really chilling! I don't want to do it for a few good things Gear up and become a paranoid."

Another person with folded arms next to him nodded and said: "They are indeed a little too much. I also met a crazy priest of Karsus, who often preached in my ears that this world is too dirty and needs a thorough cleaning. Purification. I still think about the end of the world day and night. I expect a big fire to burn everything. It’s more unbearable than a demon!"

Others half-jokingly warned: "Be careful that your words are heard by those followers of Karsus. They can be very fanatical. But their temple is indeed very beautiful. There is a small pure gold temple within the sphere of influence! Surrounding the temple are more than a dozen huge pure gold magic braziers. Inside are burning flames that will never go out and are about two or three stories high! It’s almost like a Huge flames like a hill surrounded the extremely gorgeous pure gold temple. Except for devout believers, anyone who touches the flames will be incinerated. Even the protective flames and flame shields can't resist the powerful flames! "

When they were talking, Dong Hezi had already turned around and left slowly.A few curious arcane soldiers tried to "bought" a small bowl from Grimm and tried it.After taking two sips, he said to the other people who came up: "It tastes really good, and I feel a lot refreshed. I didn't sleep last night, and I felt sleepy just now. Now, it seems to be gone."

A few other people also bought some curiously and tasted it. It tasted strong but not greasy, soft and smooth without a trace of fishy smell, and just smelled it and felt energetic.So I brought more people to buy this "blessed by the god of air element" brain soup.Everyone gradually crowded together, even attracting several knights and some soldiers from the baron.People pushed and shoved, and kicked the broken heads of those sub-giants aside.

That dusty distorted face.His eyes were staring at the empty sky, and his mouth was wide open, as if a ferocious ghost was roaring silently. =

The night is like a heavy black veil covering the boundless land.The rolling hills and thin streams, the towering pillar-shaped towers and the low earth embryo houses all become a blurred pattern of shadows.Only a round of faint soft light was revealed in the small temple of the Mother Earth Goddess.There is a hint of warmth in the dark night.

In the small temple, several old people were sitting on chairs, and under the leadership of the old priest, they slowly prayed to the simple statue on the small altar.The altar also exuded a faint positive energy that lingered on several old farmers.relieve their pain.

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

An old pastor in an old faded robe stood on a wooden platform, holding a thick scripture in his hand.Read the stories in the scriptures in the form of prayers.After he read a sentence, the illiterate old farmers followed him.It is a kind of "entertainment" in this poor area.As usual, there are some stories about farmers in the scriptures, such as someone who works hard but always suffers from poverty and suffering. One day, the clouds will bloom and the moon will shine, because his noble character and spirit of perseverance have won the approval of the mother god. , was given a huge amount of wealth to spend his old age; a person who was poor all his life not only supported poorer people than himself, although his family was destitute all his life and he didn't even eat meat a few times, he was immediately promoted to "Holy Spirit" after his death. ".Without going through the judgment of the underworld, he directly ascended to the rich heaven of the mother goddess.Enjoy endless harvest and happiness forever.

and so on.Continuously.

The farmer below also followed the chanting very seriously, and the originally sad eyes gradually calmed down.Even slowly revealing the luster of hope, eagerly looking at the statue of Mother Earth on the altar in front.It is as if a person trapped by a ghost finally sees the gorgeous sunrise, is about to be rescued, and is full of joy and energy.

This hypnotic prayer has been murmured and continued until late at night when the old pastor gave the order to end when people were exhausted.

After everyone left one after another, there was still an old man in his seventies who did not leave. He walked up to the old pastor and begged for a little holy water: "I am too old, and the old problem of leg pain is getting worse recently. It’s coming more and more frequently. It’s okay in your temple, but when you leave the temple, you will feel sore and sore after a little wind. I hope you can give some holy water and feel better after drinking it.”

Holy water is clean water infused with positive energy, and it is a better auxiliary medicine for the elderly.However, it usually costs a little money to get it.After all, temples also need money to maintain daily expenses and organize some activities.The old pastor hesitated for a moment, but considering that he was also a devout old believer, he gave him a bottle of holy water.

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

The old pastor's heart trembled, and he keenly observed that there was a look of carelessness in his cloudy and slightly numb eyes, and there was a taste of death and relief.

This is what the Mother Earth does not want to see!If all the poor people in the world were to die, how many people would still believe in the Mother Goddess? !So the old pastor patted the other person on the shoulder and comforted him: "God Yatori once said that even a dying tree will sprout new shoots in the last spring. Your life is not over yet, maybe you can experience life in the future The happiness and the meaning of the cycle of life. I heard that your fourth grandson is about to be born, and a new life is about to be born. Don’t you want to help him thrive according to the teachings of the goddess?”

The old man raised his head and hesitated to speak. He had given birth to seven children in his life, but only two of them have survived to the present.The rest were either expelled from the territory without any news, or died tragically under the sword and spells in the chaos of war and the looting of robbers.The saplings that I have worked so hard to cultivate are always blown down mercilessly by the bloody rain when they grow up. How can it be deeply painful?Now whenever he looks at his three grandchildren.Not thinking about what they will achieve when they grow up, but thinking: How many of them will survive?Will those brothers and sisters who survive will fight and split with each other?

Every time I think of it, I lose interest and feel that life is so meaningless.I have no intention of practicing the teaching of "Take care of the seeds of life. Make them thrive".Because the "golden wheat" that I cultivated so hard is always harvested mercilessly by fate, which is really discouraging.

But it was hard for him to say anything, he just nodded mechanically, carefully putting away the holy water.Say goodbye and leave.

The old pastor silently watched his rickety figure limping away into the deep and bewildered darkness, and sighed slightly in his heart.Teachings are always good, life is always cruel.After all, there are only a few people who can fully integrate the teachings into their lives.Although this old man is also very pious in action, he can only be regarded as a "general believer" in terms of belief, and he can barely enter the heaven of the mother god after his death.

As for the "orthodox believers" God Yatri admired the most.I've never seen one in my life.You may not even be an "orthodox believer" yourself!Some priests with a higher status than themselves are only "believers" or "fanatics".It's just that luck is better than myself, and I have obtained a higher level of magic and status.

The old pastor thought angrily, and turned to close the gate of the small temple.

The figure of the old man outside the door suddenly fell to the ground with a plop.

The old pastor murmured inwardly, the old man's muscles and bones are very fragile, maybe a fall would result in a broken bone.So he hurried out the door, trying to help him up, and check if he was injured by the way.

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

Under the long-term protection of divine arts, his body is far stronger than ordinary people.He can even easily defeat some young lads in an arm wrestling game.His eyes and ears are also quite sharp.Although the wide and strange mist appeared indistinct under the cover of night, it couldn't escape his sharp eyes!

The old pastor, who had also seen some storms, suddenly felt bad.This kind of fog is obviously the effect of the "Hiding Mist 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 in such a poor town?

He instinctively retreated into the category.Suddenly, he found that the old man fell to the ground in front of him, and there was still some vague outlines swaying - the outlines were actually taller than a floor!

Shocked, he yelled, "Who?! Who dares to act presumptuously in the missionary place of the great God Yatri? Come out!"

Before the words were finished, a sub-giant priest who was about two people tall and as strong as a giant rhino came out slowly!

Under the gloomy night, the lavender priest's robe on his body has turned into an alternative purple similar to dark red. Coupled with his murderous face, he immediately showed a strong killing momentum.Gritting his teeth, he opened his mouth and shouted at the old priest in broken common language: "The only priest here! During the day, is it the air element and the super-large water element you summoned?"

Before he finished speaking, the mist behind him gradually receded, and densely packed figures of sub-giants appeared one after another!Nearly a hundred sub-giants have already sneaked into the city!

The old pastor's scalp was numb, and in the midst of extreme fear, he secretly felt a burst of joy!

I will never back down!He shouted to himself in fear and joy: I once swore in front of the Mother Earth that I would guard this land for the rest of my life, so that the life cycle of sowing and harvesting would never stop on it!Now is the time for me to fulfill my promise!

Great God Yatori!I have finally waited for the moment to prove my piety to you!

The joy in his heart suddenly turned into strength, and he shouted loudly: "What's the matter? You evil sub-giants! Come here if you have the ability!" The extremely loud voice spread extremely far and clearly in the night, and he woke up immediately several nearby farmers.

The alarm had been sounded, and the old pastor immediately slammed the thick wooden door shut with a "bang".The windows of the small temple suddenly burst into light, like the dazzling light of day shining through it!The fluctuation of strong ** skills has also begun to rise!

A muffled thunderous voice suddenly burst out in the sky: "Kill him! He is only a third-level priest, and it is impossible to activate an eighth-level spell!"

The sub-giants screamed "Ho, oh", and their bodies turned into black storms, rushing violently towards the small temple: ordinary spellcasters can only cast magic tools that are three levels higher than their own spells at most, Is it possible for a third-level priest in a backcountry to cast spells that are fifth-level higher than himself?

And the furious purple-robed sub-giant priest on the ground was even more annoyed and ashamed!He let out a loud cry, and his formidable body suddenly swelled and twisted strangely: the pupils of his eyes suddenly disappeared, turning into a light reddish jewel shape, as if balls of fine blood mist were rolling and boiling inside!The nose quickly collapsed into a plane, and several red compound eyes appeared on the head, which looked extremely weird and terrifying!The jaw was split and twisted, and it turned into a worm-like jaw and a complex and terrifying mouthpart. Many thick and long purple-black manes grew out of the neck, and it even licked a bit of lion-like madness; His arms and body instantly changed into thick thorny armor, while his lower body took on the form of a giant ant, also covered with insect armor, with sharp blade-like purple-black thorns on it.

A super-large crypt spider as big as an elephant stands impressively. With a vigorous movement of his limbs, he rushed past the other sub-giants like a fast horse!Hurricane Thunderbolt shot at the fragile little temple like a purple one!

He is the sub-giant leader Salomang during the day.But during the daytime battle, they lost more than a dozen powerful beast spirit warriors in an instant, and the tribe suddenly fell to the edge of life and death.At this time, another larger Yajurana tribe also migrated here due to the persecution of the Bendu Empire.In desperation, Salomon had no choice but to surrender to this powerful tribe.

But, this is a tribe that believes in the frost crow beast spirit!