"I think the food cooked by their chefs is not as delicious as yours." Marcia swallowed the food in big mouthfuls, and when she was idle, she did not forget to take the time to express her opinion: "The food on the grassland is like this, either boiled in white water or roasted on low heat. After eating the rice you cooked by Mr. Panis, although you can still eat these, your longing for you will increase by one point without taking a bite."

"Although a beautiful lady expressed her longing for me in person," Panis smiled bitterly, "But why can't I be happy at all? I always feel confused with a certain profession or a receipt for food."

"No, that's just your illusion. I'm telling the truth." Marcia was still the way she first met. Her gray half-sleeved top exposed the bronze skin on her arms, black loose coarse cloth men's trousers, fluffy black short hair, strong and symmetrical muscles, a wild appearance, a soft and peaceful look, a huge two-handed sword behind her back, the old leather scabbar had been grinding with bristles due to excessive use, the cloth strips wrapped around the hilt were a little dark because of long-term holding, the female leopard's appearance was aggression, and the gentle heart of a girl, the two contradictions were unified on her body, but there was no sense of incongruity. Although Marcia was eating, she did not look rude and barbaric. Instead, she had a kind of unpretentious nature, which made everyone who saw her feel hungry.

"Okay, but I haven't heard of cooking by myself in other people's restaurants." Panis shrugged and said helplessly: "Let's wait tomorrow night. Anyway, I'll spend the night outside tomorrow night, so I'll cook."

"I'm sure." Marcia put a big mouthful of beef in satisfaction: "Then I thank you in advance."

Catherine and the other two watched Macia fight for food with a smile. Although they met again, Macia had never talked to them much, but she was straightforward and sincere. The girl said whatever she thought, and her heart felt like a non-sauspicious style and gentle and peaceful and unaggressive personality, which made people unconsciously forgive her unintentional mistakes.

"How could you fight?" Catherine took the initiative to speak closer: "According to Selasis, the guards here are usually aggressive, but they rarely use violence against passengers coming and going. Why did they fight so tragically today?"

"Sorry, I've been here for dinner and didn't have time to reminisce with you." Marcia grabbed the handkerchief beside her and wiped her mouth, showing a gentle smile: "In fact, fighting between orcs on the grassland is very common. Whether they make friends, resolving disputes or expressing feelings, this is basically the same way. However, fighting is rare in the stronghold's guards, after all, there are rules and restrictions. But this is an exception. When we were about to come to the tavern to wait for you in the afternoon, we met several guards on the way. There were disputes between the guards and the professional guards of a small caravan, and then they started fighting. It's actually nothing. Although I hate fighting and like peace,

I would not stop others from fighting casually. I usually smile and go around when I encounter such things. But this time it is different. Those guards are believers of the God of War. When they launch an attack, they shouted slogans such as the glory of the God of War. It seemed that my God ordered them to fight with others at will, which was not consistent with the transaction I accepted. So I stopped them. I wanted to teach them the true will of my God, but they were not willing to listen and prefer to argue with me with fists, so I took the initiative to attack me. In desperation, I had to knock down all of them, but soon another group of guards came. It seemed that they had received the news of help from coming."

"Well...so you knocked them all down?" Catherine's smile became weird: "Just to educate them?"

"Yes, since they don't want to listen. They want to speak with their fists, they can only knock them down first and then teach them." Marcia said naturally: "The effect is very good. After they lay on the ground and listened to me for half an hour of trading, they all said that they were very wrong in the past. After listening to my teachings, they were like they had gained a new life. They must follow my teachings in the future."

"Haha, haha." Panis laughed dryly: "It's understandable, very understanding, oh, I mean those guards."

"Later I entered here with Mr. Palchi, and he said he had made an appointment to wait here." Marcia continued to explain: "But unexpectedly, just now, a group of more powerful guards rushed in again, wanting to avenge their companions. They did not understand that hatred is the most terrifying feeling in the world. Those who cannot let go of hatred will never be the real warrior of God, because God never pursues revenge. He pursues glory and gains glory in glory."

"Indeed, the God of War is like this." Panis knew the doctrine of the God of War very well, or the believers who knew the God of War very well, and nodded and said, "If you lose, you will lose. Next time you will win it back with a dignified battle. Revenge, especially finding helpers to revenge together, is no wonder you have to teach them a lesson."

"But if you beat them away, will there be a group of more powerful guards rushing to take revenge in the future?" Catherine was not worried, but just said simply jokingly: "Then a wave of people will come every few hours a night, so everyone will stop resting."

"No." Marcia laughed unconcealedly: "I just revealed my identity. After all, I am an apologist in the Temple of War. If they dare to come, they will be suspected of blasphemy."

"That's good." Catherine's smile was undoubtedly much more elegant than Marcia, with a somewhat aristocratic temperament: "It seems that I can have a good night's sleep tonight."

"But." Marcia's somewhat worried gaze suddenly turned to Lina and Vivian: "Nothing happened to Pastor Lina and Miss Vivian, right?"

"It's okay." Catherine replied in confusion: "Is there any problem?"

"Although I know that Pastor Lina has changed a lot, this time it seems to have become..." Lina sat quietly watching everyone chatting, her expression faintly revealing nobility and majesty and arrogance, like a queen who looks proud of the world. But what Marcia saw was not these. Her beastly intuition seemed to have discovered something, and she asked uncertainly: "It seems that she has become a little less like a human?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about me." Although Lina was comforting Marcia, there was a clear sense of distance in her words. A king is not allowed to be at the same height as the rest of the people. She must keep a distance from her own people: "Thank you for your relationship, I'm very good."

Marcia instinctively felt this intentional distance, but her previous experience of dating each other made her realize that Lina was changing, and she might become something else in a day or two, so she didn't feel unhappy. Since she could be sure that she had no problems, Marcia didn't ask more questions, turned to Vivian and said, "Where is Miss Vivian, is it okay? I saw that she has been in the same position for a long time and hasn't even blinked her eyes."

"Well, she's the habit." Catherine said with a wry smile: "Don't worry about her. Now she can't hear anything you say to her. She's thinking about something else. Don't worry, everyone is fine, but you don't seem to be very good. Have you been injured before?"

"Well, I was cut by the undead for a few swords and hit by the Death Knight's skeleton war horse." Marcia's indifferent attitude seemed to be talking about someone else's affairs: "It's not very serious. She has been recuperating for more than half a month and has almost recovered."

"Can you tell me in detail?" Finally, the formal talk was formal, and Catherine asked seriously: "What is the situation inside?"

"Actually, I didn't have time to go too far." Marcia recalled: "I'm not an adventurer, I'm not familiar with methods such as exploration, search, and infiltration. I was basically discovered on the periphery and forced into it. Fortunately, I'm a clergy and have some special sense of the undead, so I didn't go the wrong way. I directly penetrated along the position where I sensed the strongest breath of the undead. The more I went in, the more undead, I thought the key problem was there."

"So, have you found out what the problem is?" Catherine asked, "Listen to Palchi's introduction, their ancestors have lived in that grassland for generations. Although there were undead wandering at that time, they had never seen such a huge scale of undead."

"I'm sorry, not." Marcia replied, "But it is a real place of death. The whole mountain is full of death energy. When I first entered, I doubted my eyes."

"Don't you find it strange?" Panis asked back: "Even if the death energy is very heavy, where do so many corpses come from to provide raw materials for the appearance of the undead? You must know that the undead does not appear out of thin air, but depends on the corpses."

"This... I'll explain it." The client next to him, the tiger man Palchi, whom he had seen before, said embarrassedly: "That mountain is the cemetery of our ancestors."

Several people stared at Palch with horror at the same time, and no one could understand why some people used places with such rich energy as cemeteries. Even with Catherine's cultivation, a question about whether you have any problems almost came out.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." Palchi could obviously understand the meaning in the eyes of several people, and explained with a wry smile: "Since the middle of the Third Age, there was a common ancestor cemetery of the surrounding tribes, but there was no death energy at that time, and it was only in the past few hundred years that the undead began to produce."

"That's understandable." Panis nodded, "However, starting from the mid-Third Age, the number of undead..."

"Yeah, there are countless numbers," said Marcia.

"Dangdangdang, Dangdangdang." A rapid bell suddenly came from outside the tavern. There were only a few tables of guests in the deserted tavern, and they looked outside the window nervously.

"Beware, beware." An orc guard rode his horse and ran across the street: "Beware, enemy attack, monsters attack."

"It seems that it was not for you to seek revenge." Panis teased: "It's okay, it's okay."
Chapter completed!