Western Fantasy: From the Eagle Tribe to the Angel Empire

After the elves signed a peace agreement with the tribes of Ferland.

Within a few years.

The ants and fire giants of Balod also sent envoys to the Elf King's Court of Ferland to sign the contract at the request of their respective gods.

After that.

A large number of adventurers from various tribes of Ferland went to Balod to adventure and travel.

More than a hundred years later.

Some adventurers settled down in Balod.

Therefore, on the current Balod continent, when approaching resource-rich areas, it is easy to find some ethnic hodgepodge towns composed of immigrants from various tribes.

This day.

Uriel traveled to Elsa Town, a small northern town near Elsa Ice Lake.

Elsa Ice Lake is rich in a kind of extraordinary spiritual creature called Madori Ice Fish, which is of great help to the careers of warriors, knights, and magicians.

So a large number of adventurers from various tribes came here.

This day.

Elsa Town is in winter.

Outside, there was a storm of snow and wind, and the cold wind was biting. The goose-feather-like snow covered the entire town of Barod North.

In such a cold winter weather, except for some hunters, no one went out.

However, an adventurer's tavern in the town was bustling.

Uriel was wearing a thick platinum robe, and it was obvious that he was a believer in the Platinum Moon.

When the northern and southern people met in the Barod continent, they would fight because of the color of their robes.

Because the people who believed in the Lord of Dawn also liked to wear white robes, after years of use, the robes turned yellow, which was actually similar to the northern people.

In the tavern.

The lights were dim and swaying, filled with smoke and intoxication.

The crowd was bustling, and the noise was one after another.

The laughter and loud noises of the drinkers were intertwined, as if they were about to break through the low roof.

The rude adventurers slapped the table and loudly told their thrilling adventures, their eyebrows were flying and their saliva was flying.

In the corner, a group of magicians sat together. The elves proudly declared the greatness of the magic goddess, but the human magicians did not buy it. They said that the magic tower was a masterpiece of the human race.

In front of the bar, the raccoon bartender skillfully mixed various exotic drinks, and the fox girl shuttled between the tables.

The drunken dwarf waved his thick arms and quarreled loudly with the elf beside him.

The human warriors in the north and the human knights in the south argued for the orthodoxy of the human race.

Different languages ​​and accents mixed together, forming a chaotic and energetic sound wave, making the tavern noisy.

But at the same time, a strange joyful mood drove everyone.

When they were arguing, someone would always stand up suddenly and raise his glass.

"Cheers to wine!"

"There are so many hardships in the world, only wine will not bring us suffering.

"Praise the wine, praise the gods!"

At this time, some confused drunkards followed and shouted.

"If there is a god who gives me wine every day, I am willing to do it."

Then a voice quickly echoed, with a strong hint.

"If there is a god of wine, wouldn't we have wine to drink every day? !"

In this rare peaceful era, some strange beliefs also quietly appeared.

As far as the north is concerned, the belief in the god of wine began to gradually appear.

Just when the tavern was noisy.

The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and a figure holding a harp walked in.

Accompanied by the wind and snow drifting into the tavern, snowflakes fell on the wine table, and many drunken guests were startled by the sudden cold.

"Who is it, come in and open such a big door?"

"It's so cold! "

At this time, they raised their heads and looked at the intruder.

He was wearing an extremely wide platinum robe, and his eyes were deep and full of stories.

"A fat man who believes in the Platinum Moon?"

A southern human knight frowned.

"Harp, is this a bard?"

An elf who knows the business asked in confusion.

However, the next moment, they saw the "fat man" in the platinum robe took off his robe, revealing his pair of white wings and his iconic golden braided long hair with artistic characteristics.

"Hahaha, everyone, I'm not fat."

"It's a bard of the Winged People!"

In the tavern, whether elves, dwarves, ant-men, orcs or humans, everyone could not help but stand in awe.

"It's Uriel, the God of the Platinum Moon!"