Ayss Domination

The father is dead.

In order to cover their retreat, his father resolutely decided to personally lead the militia to stay behind.After more than a hundred people stayed, less than ten people finally broke through and retreated.

My father died in a glorious battle.

A militiaman who broke out of the siege told Milan that her father had not retreated half a step even if he was seriously injured, and that countless wolves had died under him.

Yes.

Even if he lost the magic, his father was still so powerful.

But he died in the end.

Milan's heart was full of sadness, but she did not cry, even though she was just a little girl who was just sensible.She knew very well that the moment her father decided to stay, she had the consciousness to face death in her heart.Otherwise, he would not entrust himself to Uncle Bam, let him take him to Fallen City and ask for help from the bishop who had guided his father's pastor.

The hometown has been turned into ruins.

Milan knew how much his father had put in that place. He built this town with one hand. It took 20 years from a small village to a rich town now.But now everything has been destroyed by war, and my father finally chose to fight to the last moment in order to protect it.

The home is destroyed.

They became homeless refugees, and even if Luoye City took them in, they could only temporarily settle in the abandoned temple.This temple that served his father and believed in the gods for his whole life was abandoned in a short time.There are no priests praying, and no believers serving. People seem to quickly forget the existence of this god and have to face a more difficult fate.The situation in Fallen City is not good. Although Milan doesn't understand many things, she knows that there is not much food in the city.

In order to give priority to satisfying the fighting soldiers, these old and weak women and children have been drinking water porridge for three days.

There is a little bit of food in Milan.

It was given by the former bishop. He came here at noon yesterday and looked at Milan kneeling in the prayer room of the temple. This senior priest who had served the god of half-elves and wanderers for half his life let out a sigh.He told Milan that the god had fallen, and no matter how she prayed, it was useless. The old man stared at the lost god with vicissitudes of life, left a little food and left here.Although he couldn't use the magic arts, his fighting skills were still far superior to many soldiers, and the horrific degree of the city defense had forced the priests to join the battle in armor.

Hunger makes Milan feel weak.

This morning, she secretly gave the little food left to a young mother who was nursing a baby.She saw the mother cut her finger with a dagger, and then nursed her child with blood.

This scene is very shocking!

It reminded Milan of her mother who had passed away a long time ago, so she secretly gave her the little food left.

The prayer room is quiet.

Milan felt his legs were numb.

She didn't know why she was kneeling here, maybe she had a sense of the mood of her father at the time.

The town was besieged by jackals.

In the same way, my father knelt in the prayer room all day and night, begging for a response from the gods, hoping to regain the magic arts to save his homeland.

The bishop told her that the god had fallen.

Milan knew this, because all the idols had lost their brilliance. She was a very gifted little girl who inherited her father's natural ability to perceive.If all this does not happen, it may not be long before she will become a trainee pastor, and then inherit her father's position bit by bit and become the bishop in charge of a temple.

But that is estimated to be many years.

Because she was a little playful, her father always spoiled her and rarely forced her to pray with him.

Milan is sad.

As an underage girl, she is now surrounded by a fear of loneliness.

Uncle Bam was called up to fight. He had a wound on his arm when he saw him the day before yesterday. Today, I don't know if it is life or death.No one comforted her, and no one had the energy to pay attention to a little girl at this time.The eyes of everyone in the temple revealed fear, not knowing what will happen tomorrow or what will happen in the future.

Milan feels very weak.

She is just a very ordinary little girl, and she can't do anything in the face of such war and catastrophe.

So she can only ask the gods for help!

The bishop told her that the'God of Half-elves and Wanderers' had completely fallen. As a god, he was dead, and he could no longer hear the prayers of believers.

But the little girl did not give up.

She is not a priest of the'God of Half-elf and Wanderer', she is just a little girl who has the talent of a priest but has not yet officially decided on her faith.So she decided to pray to all the gods, no matter who can save them, she is willing to surrender her faith, life, and soul to this god, and fight to protect his glory all her life and will never change. !

Her faith is so firm.

As a result, she continued to insist on receiving no response for three days.

She prayed for the help of the gods and the great gods to extend a helping hand to rescue these poor people. She is willing to give everything for him, become his most loyal servant and follower, and fight for the spread of his glory all her life.

unfortunately.

There is still no response.

In the coming period of the saint catastrophe, no god will pay attention to such a humble little girl, and all their energy is used to deal with the unknown future.Moreover, in the absence of any holy emblems, idols, or altars, the gods must pay their own divine powers to listen to her calls, and in this almost abandoned temple, all her prayers and calls can only be Deliver to one place!

That is the existence that holds the priesthood of'Half-elf and Wanderer'.

………………

tired.

hunger.

sad.

Milan don't know why he is still insisting, what he is still insisting on!

She just knelt on the ground numbly, her petite body knelt down humbly, and constantly prayed to all the gods who might answer her prayers, praying for even a glimmer of hope!

Patter.

A drop of crystal tears slid down her delicate and tender face. This little girl who had been strong and not crying since hearing the news of her father's death in battle could not help but burst into tears at this moment.

The prayer room is strangely quiet.

She could even hear the sound of her tears falling on the ground, but just when she was almost desperate.

A strong will suddenly appeared in her mind!

Immediately after.

Some kind of great power directly crossed the space, causing a sacred name to echo in her mind, and her whole person's mind instantly trembled.

——Sauron!