To the south of Froststone City, there is a quiet village located at the bottom of a cliff.
In this village, Carol sat on the earthen platform of the training ground, looking at several orcs not far away, doing physical exercises with their upper bodies naked, and there was something incredible in the words he spoke: "I
There are actually the same kind..."
Aldenan, holding a bone in his mouth as a toothpick, lay on the ground and basked in the sun comfortably while saying lazily: "Unlike us, they not only have no objection to becoming a foreign race, but even take it as a bait.
Be proud of it.”
Carol remembered something and said, "They call themselves the Crusaders, the warriors under the Sons of the Gods."
Aldenan stretched out: "No matter what their names are, seeing guys who look like you walking around, do you feel safe?"
Carroll glanced at the werewolf and said subconsciously: "Indeed, but this feeling is very strange."
"No matter how weird it is, it's better than being treated like a monster." Aldenan opened his mouth wide and yawned like an old dog: "After dinner, if nothing happens, do you want to come to my place?"
Carroll looked at the orcs, picked up weapons and started fighting training, and asked casually: "Where are you going? What are you doing?"
Aldenan slowly got up from the ground and shook the dust off his back: "A few days ago, I found two people from the werewolf clan who can play cards. Together with you, we can form a table at night."
Carroll did not answer Aldenan, but turned his head to a dense forest in the distance of the village.
Aldenan followed his line of sight and happened to see two elf women walking through the canopy of trees and jumping into the wooden house built on the tree trunks.
"Still thinking about her?" The werewolf patted the orc on the shoulder: "Brother, I'm not attacking you, but don't you think it's hard to bridge the gap between races?"
"Carol, think about it. Those elf gentlemen and elf ladies not only have staggering mysophobia, but what they do every day is either discussing art or studying hard. They also hate anything made of metal.
The most important thing is that they hate meat!"
Aldenan scratched the back of his head with a puzzled look on his face: "Did you hear that? I don't want to eat meat! Is there any food in the world that is more delicious than meat?"
Carroll ignored Aldenan's complaint, his eyes darkened, and he looked away.
Aldenan was still chattering there: "Except when training and praying, those elves are willing to condescend to be with other alien races. At other times, they look at us like we are freaks."
Before they finished speaking, a cry came from above the two of them.
Following the sound, a humanoid creature with slender limbs and bird wings flew down from the top of the hill.
Aldenan hid in the direction of the shade of the tree and whispered to Carol: "Those harpies look at people every day as if they are looking for prey. I heard that they refused the food provided by the village.
, choose to hunt for yourself.”
Waiting for the harpy to return to its nest, the two walked along the path in the village towards the center of the village.
Looking along the way, orcs, werewolves, lizardmen, tauren, elves... various races gathered in this village, using the same language, but each with different habits and ethnic groups.
Walking to the square in the center of the village, Aldenan looked at the huge black dragon statue standing in the center and whispered: "They say that is the true form of the Son of the Gods. However, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a
…”
"Dragon." Carol added in a low voice as he looked at the group of creatures of different races kneeling in front of the statue.
Aldenan tilted his head and lowered his voice: "When he brought us here, Randall once said that His Majesty is the rumored son of the gods. In other words, His Majesty is that..."
Carroll glanced at the creatures around him, hugged Aldenan's neck, and said in a low voice: "I told you not to discuss this matter here."
Aldenan shrugged: "It's up to you."
The two walked across the square and came to the entrance of the village temple.
A group of tauren were carrying large quantities of supplies from the carriage under the command of a shaman apprentice.
Watching the villagers queuing up to take the needed supplies and tools from the hands of the shaman apprentices, Aldenan rubbed his chin and marveled: "In this village inhabited by aliens, the distribution of supplies including food, tools, books and other
, are all taken care of by the temple. Each Crusader does not have to spend money or keep accounts, he only needs to provide his own needs."
"This is what makes me feel strange." Aldenan looked at the mountains of supplies and distributed them bit by bit, and said strangely: "This doesn't look like a tribe, because the leader never pays his subordinates; here
It’s not like a village, because no village head can satisfy the villagers’ needs endlessly.”
Through the door of the temple, Carroll looked at the believers inside the temple who were worshiping the dragon statue, and whispered: "In my opinion, this place may be more like an army directly under the religion. What the believers ask for is not money, but
It is a reward and recognition on a spiritual level.”
Following Carol, Aldenan walked into the temple.
There are a large number of murals painted on the walls of the temple, some depict wars between the gods, some tell the deeds of the sons of the gods, and some depict the land of heroic spirits after death.
Aldenan nudged Carol with his elbow and motioned him to look at the black dragon totem at the top of the temple.
"I heard them say that if you touch the totem with your hand, your soul can enter the sacred realm of the gods and stay there for a while."
Carroll looked at the totem worshiped by believers and whispered: "I have also heard about this. It is rumored that the dead warriors live in the domain of the gods, and their heroic spirits reside there, enjoying the delicacies.
and wine, awaiting the next call to war from the Sons of the Gods."
Aldernan frowned and said, "Do you believe it?"
"More than one person has touched that totem, and they all claimed to have been to that sacred area. It should not be false." Carol sighed helplessly: "However, only the Crusaders who have made meritorious deeds are qualified to touch the totem.
Touch that totem..."
Aldenan was about to say something, but was suddenly startled by a burst of exclamations from behind.
He looked towards the door of the temple, and saw two charming and charming Gorgons, surrounded by an awkward-looking dark elf, slowly walking into the hall under the attention of everyone.
Aldenan craned his neck, looked at the three people who walked in, and said to Carol: "It's the pair of snake sisters! The last time I saw them was when they were training for combat... The one between them had something on his face.
The dark elf with the scar is a new face, he should be a newcomer who has just entered the village."
Carroll pulled Aldenan back a little: "Don't get too close! You probably haven't forgotten how scary those sisters were during the last training..."
Looking at the perfect curves of the upper body of the snake demon sisters and their stunningly beautiful faces, Aldenan said with regret: "I heard that the sisters chose to join the Crusaders because of a man.
, Could it be this guy with the scar on his face..."
Seeing more and more aliens watching the excitement pouring into the temple, Carol pulled Aldenan out first.
Aldenan climbed up a low tree, and while paying attention to everything happening in the temple, he said to Carol: "The dark elf seems to be an old acquaintance with the shaman leader of the temple, Ms. Minnie. They see
It was quite pleasant to get up and talk... ugh!"
Hearing the werewolf's heavy sigh, Carol quickly asked: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"The pair of snake demon sisters who usually don't even look at people are now hugging the lucky boy tightly on one side and the other on the right! I'm sure that guy must be the person they are waiting for!"
Facing Aldenan's envious and jealous tone, Carol rolled her eyes and was completely speechless.