Chapter 5 Inspiration (Part 1)
The newly built Meda Village is far from Cassie Castle. Autumn is the time to harvest crops. The autumn wind is filled with a bone-black coolness. For humans, this represents the end of the year, and may express many feelings, but for a village composed of half-elves, it is just a very short time and will not produce any special feelings.
The range of half-elves (first talk about the hybrid between humans and elves), which is about one-eighth of the bloodline, can remain stable and have a lifespan of two hundred years. Once the bloodline of humans is less than one-eighth, it generally belongs to the range of elves, and its lifespan and physique are similar to that of regular elves. If the bloodline of elves is less than one-eighth, it will be the same as that of humans, losing a lifespan of up to 200 years and the special power of some half-elves.
Half-elves have three times the lifespan of ordinary humans, so the life plan of half-elves is also different from that of ordinary humans. In the view of half-elves, it is a very normal plan to spend more than ten years cultivating, building their own homes, and then spending more than ten years to improve their homes, and then enjoying life is a very normal plan, and there is still enough time and energy to learn and develop.
If it is an ordinary human being, the past thirty years of cultivation and improvement have taken a lifetime.
As a half-elf man, Ima was pushing the harvested grain from the fields to his wooden house with a small cart. He is now thirty-three years old, and he is already middle-aged for humans, but for half-elf, life has just begun. He looked at the small cart full of grain and thought to himself: "The lord only charges one-tenth of taxes. Fortunately, the excess grain can not only enrich his small warehouse, but also make wine and even raise a few pigs. In this way, you can accumulate some money next year, buy some furniture, and join forces with several families, and buy a ox to cultivate. In a few years, the village chief will ask the village chief to build a temple. If there is no temple, he always feels empty."
I don't know why. His heart felt empty. This feeling of emptiness became more and more obvious in the past few days, making him suddenly lose his mind even while working.
When he returned home, his young wife Montasha was in the kitchen, not knowing what he was thinking. And in the pot, the fried eggs had a little burnt smell.
"Oh, Montasha, what are you thinking?" Ima said quickly. The half-elves are actually in diet. Although they still maintain some elves' taste, they are actually closer to humans.
"Ah, ah, it's already scorched. I'm so sorry." Montasha, who was awakened, was rushing to scoop the half-sorbed fried eggs in the basin.
"It's okay, it's delicious." Ima laughed. He still loved and cared for his newly married wife very much: "What's wrong, are you staring like this?"
As he said that, he began to push the food from the cart into his yard.
Looking at her husband who was working, Montasha walked to him, took out a towel to wipe his sweat, and hesitated for a moment. She asked, "Did you feel that there seems to be an important and close existence in your heart in the distance?"
"Is that so? Do you feel this way? I thought only I had it? However, the food still needs to be dried. There will be a good sun tomorrow, and then we can sell some. Buy the floral cloth you liked last time. We can also buy a table. The table is too simple now...!" Ima deliberately ignored this call from the soul, and deliberately talked about a bright future.
If it were normal times, Montasha would definitely be very happy to listen to the prospects of these happy little days, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that the man in front of her was so strange, and a voice sounded in her heart: "Come on, come on, walk into the forest, come on, come on, here is what you desire."
She looked pale and smiled reluctantly, and returned to the kitchen to continue her work, but the impulse attacked her heart in waves, and when she put it on the water, she had already made a decision.
Almost at the same time, deep in a forest, several people wearing forest cloaks and covered their bodies were kneeling respectfully on the ground in front of an altar in an open space. In the center of the altar, the green sacred fire was burning, and the flames were constantly radiating green energy. This was the energy from God, transformed into a unique spectrum to spread to all directions.
And these spectrums are actually a theme: "In the name of Annien Rubuetta, all the half-elves respond to the call from the bloodline, come here to concentrate!"
Half an hour later, the green earth flame finally stopped burning and slowly retracted back to the center of the altar. At this time, all the people in the green cloak stood up. The headed person shone with his eyes under the cap, but even so, it was still obvious that there was an emerald on his forehead, echoing the altar with a green light.
Everyone around was speechless, staring at the only little flame left on the altar. The man asked in a deep voice: "Now, how many half-elves are there?"
"Sir, forty-six people have arrived. These are all very sensitive and willing to leave behind all the half-elves who come here. They must be quite good priest seedlings." The one behind answered.
The leader was silent again. This is the inspiration. The power of God summons specific races and targets according to a specific spectrum. Although this fluctuation of divine power has narrowed the area, even the aftermath can completely penetrate the entire continent.
Just now, as long as it is this continent, especially the half-elves in this area, they will feel a kind of summoning. However, the specific summoning strength depends on the half-elves themselves. Some people feel very vague, while others feel very strong. However, only those who sense the strongest will have an irresistible impulse to abandon their normal life and rush towards the summoning place - they all have the natural qualities of being keen on divine power and responding to divine power.
Of course, there are some existences in many halls and many secret nests on the Philippine Continent who feel this inspiration. Although the summoning has nothing to do with them, this large-scale inspiration still makes them feel it.
Inspiration, especially this large-scale inspiration for divine power, is not something Annien can implement at present. With his power, it is no longer a problem to be able to perform inspiration within a few miles. However, it is not a problem to have the god with the highest divine nature in this world to perform on its behalf.
For an emerging god, insufficient resources is the biggest problem. Usually, a new god can only maintain the divine power of more than a dozen pastors. The new god must operate in disgrace. Through these pastors, we can attract believers, absorb the faith power of believers, and then use the surplus divine power to acquire new pastors, and continue to expand believers. Moreover, in this process, it is very difficult and difficult to find seedlings with good pastor qualities, and we can only rely on luck.
This cycle, for a new God, may take hundreds of years of hard management to obtain hundreds of pastors, and then officially lay a church that can develop itself.
However, this large-scale inspiration of divine power solved these contradictions in an instant.
Those who come must be pastors with good qualities, so hundreds of pastors can be produced at once, a church can be formed immediately, and missionary on the largest scale and consolidate believers. It can reduce the 100 years of struggle in the original capital and go directly to the formality.
Like the business on earth, it may take ten years to build a small business with millions of assets from scratch even if it is lucky and talented. However, an operator who gets a loan of one million can pass the project as long as the project is right. Perhaps it can build a business of the same size in just two years and be able to repay the loan.
Not far away, there were suddenly some sounds. All the cloaked people present looked over and saw a half-elf struggling to run over in a forest. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were furious. He looked at the altar. He was strongly driven by the summoning. He had no room for resistance and had to come desperately. Although this half-elf settled area is the farthest from this place, it is only a hundred kilometers. If you run with your feet, it usually takes one week - this is the limit of an ordinary person, and no matter how many people are, you will die - although the proportion of death on the road is not high, there will always be half-elfs who die by falling to death or encountering wild beasts and poisonous snakes.
The cape-headed man said, "Give him some treatment, let him stay aside, give him some food and water."
A cloaked man immediately obeyed the order. The light of divine magic appeared in his hand, and the half-elf suddenly enveloped the half-elf. The half-elf was a little awake at this time, and his whole body was shocked. Then he realized that in a camp not far away, there were dozens of half-elfs like him.
Chapter completed!