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A curvy scar was hanging on his face. Ackerman sat in front of Casper's ashes with his legs crossed, quietly looking at the palm-sized jar in front of him. There was no sign of joy or sorrow on his face.

The grief of men, women, young and old coming beside him made him turn to look.

In the wide wooden shed, there were more or less several frost stone citizens standing in front of each can of ashes.

Some are the families of the deceased, some are friends of the deceased, and some are just favored by the deceased.

Ackerman touched the bottle cap of the urn and said softly: "I have advised you to find a woman in the city and have a child sooner. But you always tell me that you have a wife and children, but you have already died in the war... Have you seen it? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have the last person to see him off..."

A shaman apprentice with colorful ink on his face walked into the wooden shed and said to everyone: "It's time. Please take the ashes of the heroes to the Pilgrimage Square."

Holding Casper's urn with both hands, Ackerman turned his eyes out of the door and said to himself: "It's time to go on the road, my old friend. They said that the pilgrimage is the gate to the Holy Land of the Gods. Once your soul passes through there, you will officially become one of the heroes of the gods... I hope that the days there will be better than this world..."

Pushing open the door, Ackerman saw that all those who were qualified to enter the temple came to the square of the pilgrimage.

Nodding to his comrades in the battle group, Ackerman hugged Kasper's ashes and walked towards the small gray building in the center of the square under the guidance of the shaman apprentice.

From the outside, this building, called the pilgrimage, looks much lower-key compared to the magnificent and luxurious temple in front of it.

It is made of a giant rhyolite, with no windows or zeniths, and only a heavy stone door for single people to enter and exit. So, once the door is closed, the pilgrimage becomes a fully enclosed room.

The facade of the building is painted with lily of the valley juice, and the whole body is presented with a light bright gray color. You can smell a calming smell when you approach.

The four eaves of the building each carved a dragon of different expressions. Their designs refer to the appearance of the tyrant on the one hand, and on the other hand, they have some characteristics of the myths of the gods. On the four walls, gold and silver powder are written in Luen, or painted and sketched on rubbings, all the words and deeds of the sons of the gods are recorded.

Walking below the stairs of the pilgrimage, Ackerman discovered that all the shaman assembly members in Frost Rock City gathered in front of the stone gate of the sanctuary.

Leader Minnie said to everyone: "The residents of Frost Rock City, believers of the Sons of the Gods! Today, we gather here not for the memorial of sadness, nor for the declaration of revenge... We are here to witness and witness the great moment of heroes entering the Holy Land!"

He knocked on the stone door behind his back with his cane, and Minni said loudly: "The Son of the Gods ordered the construction of this pilgrimage. After obtaining his permission, the soul of the dead can directly enter the holy land of the gods and become an immortal existence!"

Looking at the excited look of the believers in the audience, Minni continued: "Because opening the passage to the holy realm requires a lot of divine power from the Son of the Gods. Therefore, the heroic spirits who are qualified to enter the pilgrimage this time are tentatively limited to one hundred people. These hundred heroic spirits are all the dead of this war, and the list is determined by the shaman assembly. We will determine whether he has the chance to be selected based on what this person does, the performance of the battlefield and the level of faith."

Seeing the thousands of people in the square begin to whisper, Shaman Minni added: "The ashes of heroes who are not included in this list will be placed in the burial place behind the pilgrimage site. When the next time the holy path opens, they will be arranged to enter the path again."

"Only a hundred people can enter here?"

Ackerman looked at the urn in his hand and said with some uncertainty: "By the personal friendship between us and the Sons of the Gods... you should be able to line up, right?"

In people's expectant eyes, Shaman Minnie pronounced the name of the first selected person.

"Tim Rotachi!"

Some of the people present had never heard of this name, and some people immediately praised the fairness and justice of the shaman assembly when they heard this name.

Most of the people who don’t know this name are residents of the city; and most of the people who know this name are participants in this battle.

Tim Rotachi is not the leader of a battle group, nor is he a warrior of a battle group. Strictly speaking, he is not even a member of the battle group, he is just a chef in the Frost Stone Army.

But it was this fellow soldier who was a slave class in Frost Stone City who became a well-deserved hero in this Ulster encirclement and suppression battle.

The story is basically like this.

The failure of Ulster's encirclement and suppression war prompted the commanders of the battle to decide to retreat in batches. On the way to evacuate, Tim belonged to a small unknown group, Sober. The task of this group was also something that was not valued before the war - guarding the retreat path of the Frost Stone army - the Bridge of Bance Fasser.

While covering the injured troops on the front line through the wooden bridge, while sniping the enemy with a huge gap in strength, the Sober War Clan collapsed after three hours of persistence. Everyone, including the commander of the war, gave up their positions and began to flee backwards.

As a slave, Tim, a loyal and honest man in his forties, would have fled back to Frost Rock City with the battle group at that time, at the worst, he would have just continued to be a slave... but he did something that everyone was attracted to.

Alone, facing the surging Ulsters, he did not choose to escape, but stayed on the position, turning the flax oil in the logistics supplies into a fire-burning bottle, using obstacles such as carriages and rockfalls to block the enemy for more than ten hours.

In the end, he was caught by the enemy after using tincture oil and was tied to the horse and dragged to death.

"I've seen that short and fat man. Who would have thought that a slave from his hometown would be Ulster. When facing Ulster's army, he would be more brave than most Frost Stone men?" Ackerman sighed softly: "If the first heroic spirit to step into the Holy Land of the Gods is him, I have no objection."

Shaman Minnie read the name again, a thin boy with patches in clothes and muddy straw sandals walked up the stairs tremblingly under everyone's gaze.

Minnie looked at the boy and asked softly, "Tell me, child, what's your name?"

"Chak, Chuck Rotachi... Tim is my father."

Minnie nodded and signaled the shaman apprentices to open the heavy stone door of the pilgrimage.

Pointing his cane into the dark door, Minnie whispered to Chuck: "Go, send your father's soul into the holy land of the gods with your own hands, and you will witness this great miracle with your own eyes!"
Chapter completed!