Ayss Domination

The night was unprecedentedly cold.

The cold wind blowing from the Misoda Gorge faintly carried a chilling sound.

Milan took a pot of mashed herbs and slowly walked into the front of the temple. There was a painful moan from the wounded in her ear, and sister Serena's lowly comforting.There was a bloody smell in the air, and some bloody bandages scattered on the ground, as well as a smell similar to disinfectant water.Some wounded were lying in the corner of the temple. Morkad, the town's garrison captain, sat under the stone pillar of the temple with a long sword in one hand, and there was a bloody wound on his left arm.

This is left by the Jackal!

There has always been a group of terrible gnolls near the Misoda Canyon. They believe in the demon lord [king of the gnoll]-Yenogu on the 422nd floor of the Bottomless Abyss.These gnolls are quite difficult to deal with. Since their semi-elf race moved here, their struggle with the gnolls has never stopped.

correct.

This is a half-elf town.

Many people in front of them look not much different from humans, but in fact they are half-elves, but the blood of the elves is relatively thin. At present, most of the residents of the town have less than a quarter of the blood of the elves.

"Damn jackal!"

A town guard uttered a painful growl, because of anger that his wound opened again, and the doctor next to him in charge of him immediately told him not to move, otherwise the wound would not stop bleeding.

Milan, who was only sixteen this year, walked forward with his head down.

Because she is a half-elf, she looks very petite, only the height of a human twelve or three-year-old girl.But she is naturally agile, and many people in this town have good skills.

"Milan."

A low male voice sounded, and the tall garrison stopped wiping the weapon and walked to the little girl and said: "Go inside and see. See if your father succeeded."

The little girl nodded nicely, put down the medicine jar and walked towards the back of the temple.

There was dead silence behind the temple.

Enshrined here is [the god of half-elves and wanderers]-Kost, he is the successor of [the god of thieves]-Max, because the realm of shadows fell into the hands of [the Lord of Shadows], [half-elves] With the Rogue God-Kost had to rely on his own race to bring the weak domain of half-elves into his priesthood.Since that time, his beliefs have been widely spread within the half-elf, and his priest has become an important force within the half-elf.

There is a prayer room behind the temple.

Milan approached cautiously, then gently pushed the door to enter.

Kneeling inside, a middle-aged man in a priest's robe, in front of him is an exquisite shrine, in which a statue of the'God of Half-elves and Wanderers' is erected.

"My lord Kester!"

"You are the guide of the rogue, the protector of the half-elves!"

"Your humble believer Bernier-Kasadiq pray for your response! ... I pray that you will grant magic to help my people! ... The wolves are raging in our homeland! ... They believe in the demon lord of the abyss [King of the Jackals]-Yenogu!...My people have suffered heavy losses!...Many brave warriors have fallen under the claws of the Jackals!..."

"Great Lord!"

"Your humble believer prays for your help! ... Your believers need the magical arts you bestow to heal and protect them! ..."

"My lord Kester!"

"Your humble servant prays for your response! ... If you hear my voice! ... I pray that you will guide us! ... Many people have fallen! ... We ask the church in Fallen City Help!... But no response was received!... We lack food, weapons, and fighters!..."

"If you don't answer the servant's prayer, I am afraid that everything here will be destroyed by war!..."

Prayer turned into crying.

The middle-aged man knelt down in front of the statue, as if he had lost his faith and lost his soul.

"father!……"

Milan's eyes were a little red, she walked quickly to help the crumbling middle-aged man, a drop of tears could not stop falling.

Father has been kneeling for three full days.

He hasn't eaten or drink for the past three days, and kept begging for a response from the gods, but he didn't get any reply.

There was no magical gift, no response, and even the glory of the temple was gradually dissipating.The attacks of the jackals have become more and more fierce. Uncle Bastanti has died in the battle, Brother Boluo has also died in the battle, and Uncle Karado has also died in the battle.The once powerful father, the father who saved the lives of many people, has now become an ordinary person. He can no longer perform any magical skills, can no longer save the wounded, and can no longer protect the town.

Father is in pain!

Milan knows exactly how much he loves this town built by him, and she knows that her father is willing to give everything for it, including her own life.

But now everything will be destroyed by war!

The wild attacks of the jackals cost them heavy losses, and the orcs from the other side of the mountain were also ready to move, and the huge footprints of the ogres appeared on the edge.

Lost the protection of the gods, lost the priest's magic.

Their losses in the battle began to increase exponentially, only relying on herbal treatments, eventually more and more soldiers will fall!

Father is in pain.

He prayed to the gods over and over again, but there was still no response.

"Milan!..."

The middle-aged man turned and glanced at his lovely daughter. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He raised his hand and stroked the silky long hair of the half-elf girl, and then staggered to his feet.

Clang!

Father drew out the long sword, he walked to the corner step by step, and put a pair of forged steel half armor on him.

He hasn't worn armor for a long time.

Milan walked over slowly and carefully helped her father put on the armor. She understood what her father wanted to do. As a once powerful priest, he can only rely on this to fight after losing all the gods. .

"Tomorrow you will leave with them and go to Fallen City, where is our capital, where someone will accept you and protect you."

"I'll break up with the others!..."

Her father's voice was determined, and her death-like tone made her cry.

………………

Fallen City, high slope with broken bones.

A team of heavily armed half-elf warriors stayed here. They lit a bonfire and sat around with a somewhat lonely and sad expression.

"Hold it!"

"Bacarlo! ... You must hold on! ... Don't die! ... Pastor Fina will be able to save you soon! ... You must hold on!..."

The soldier suppressed the cry of pain.

A faint smell of blood was in the air, and there was a wounded person lying on the ground, his chest ribs were sunken, his breathing was already very weak, and it was difficult to save such a serious injury with medicine alone.

On the other side of the campfire.

A half-elf woman with long golden hair knelt down on the ground, holding a lifelike idol in her palm, praying piously: "My Lord Kust!"

"You are the guide of the rogue, the protector of the half-elves!"

"Your humble servant prays for your response!... The warrior who fought to protect your faith is about to die!... He killed six wolves alone!... He once defeated ogres and orcs , Defeated vampires!... He fought bravely to protect your glory!... Now he is about to die!... Your humble servant Fina prays for you to grant him magical magic to heal him!... If you can hear me Pray!...Please give me guidance!..."

Tears fell drop by drop.

The painful moan in the ear has become weaker and weaker, the undulating chest gradually stopped, and the breath disappeared little by little.

The eyes of the young half-elf girl were full of tears. She stood up blankly and looked up at the starry sky, without seeing any light.

Faith is falling apart.

She came to the dead warrior like a walking dead, knelt down and raised her hand to caress his cold side face, tears falling drop by drop, at this moment she couldn't cry: "Brother!...I'm sorry!...I'm sorry!..."

………………

The surface world, spider forest.

"what!!!"

Sauron's figure suddenly sat up. At this moment, he was covered in sweat, his chest was violently up and down, and his heavy breathing echoed, making him feel like a bellows.

"How is this going?!"

The expression on Sauron's face was very strange. He pressed his hands on his temples and murmured: "Why is this? Why do you have such a dream!..."

"Why is everything in the dream so real!..."