Chapter 100 Sauron's Dream!

Night, unprecedented cold.

The cold wind blowing from the Mythorda Canyon had a chilling sound faintly.

Milan took a jar of smashed herbs and slowly walked into the front of the temple. The pained groans of the wounded and Sister Serena's whispered comfort came to her ears. There was a bloody smell in the air, some bloody bandages were scattered on the ground, and a smell similar to disinfectant. There were some wounded lying in the corner of the temple. The town's garrison captain, Mokad, was sitting under the stone pillar of the temple with a long sword in one hand. There was a bloody wound on his left arm.

This is what the Gnoll left behind!

There has always been a group of terrifying gnolls near the Mythorda Canyon. They believe in the demon lord [King of gnolls] Yeenoghu on the 422nd floor of the abyss. These gnolls are quite difficult to deal with. Since their group of half-elfs migrated here, their struggle against gnolls has never stopped.

correct.

This is the town of half-elves.

Many people in front of them seem to be not much different from humans, but in fact they are all half-elf, but the blood of the elves is relatively thin. Most of the current residents in the town have less than a quarter of the blood of the elves.

"Damn jackal!"

A town guard groaned in pain, because his wound opened again out of anger, the doctor who was taking care of him immediately told him not to move around, otherwise the wound would not stop bleeding at all.

Milan, who is only sixteen years old this year, walked forward with his head down.

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

"Milan."

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

The little girl nodded obediently. Put down the medicine jar and walk towards the back of the temple.

There was a dead silence behind the temple.

What is enshrined here is [God of Half-Elves and Wanderers]-Kester, who is the successor of [God of Thieves]-Max. Since the realm of shadows fell into the hands of [Lord of Shadows], [Half-Elves] God of Wanderers]-Kester had to rely on his own race, and included the half-elf, a weak domain, within the scope of his priesthood. Since that time, the half-elves have spread his faith widely. His clerics have also become an important force within the half-elves.

There is a prayer room at the back of the shrine.

Milan approached cautiously, then gently pushed the door and entered.

Kneeling inside was a middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe. In front of him was an exquisite shrine, in which stood the statue of the 'God of Half-Elves and Wanderers'.

"My Lord Kester!"

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

"Your humble believer, Bernier Kasadic, begs for your response!... I pray that you will grant divine magic to help my people!... Gnolls are raging in our homeland!... They believe in the demon lord of the bottomless abyss 【King of the Gnolls】-Yenoghu!... My clansmen have suffered heavy losses!...Many brave warriors have fallen under the claws of the Gnolls!..."

"Great my lord!"

"Your humble believers beg you to help us!... Your believers need the magic you bestow to heal and protect us!..."

"My Lord Kester!"

"Your humble servant begs for your response!...If you hear my voice!...Pray for you to guide us!...Many clansmen have fallen!...We appeal to the Church of Fallen Leaf City Help!...But there is no response!...We are short of food, short of weapons, short of soldiers!..."

"If you don't answer the servant's prayer, I'm afraid 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.

"dad!……"

Milan's eyes were slightly red. She walked over quickly to help the teetering middle-aged man, and tears couldn't stop falling down.

Father has been kneeling for three full days.

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

There is no magic bestowed, no response. Even the glory of the temple is gradually dissipating. The wolf man's attack has become more and more fierce. Uncle Bastan has died in battle, brother Boluo has also died in battle, and uncle Carlado has also died in battle. A once powerful father. The father who had saved many lives has now completely become an ordinary person. He could no longer cast any divine spells, he could no longer heal the wounded, and he could no longer protect the town.

Father is in pain!

Milan knew very well how much he loved the town he had built with his own hands, and she knew very well that her father would give everything for it. Including your own life.

But now everything will be destroyed by war!

The wild attack of the wolf man caused them heavy losses. The orcs from the other side of the mountain were also ready to move, and the huge footprints of the ogre appeared on the edge.

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

Their losses in the battle began to increase exponentially, and only relying on the treatment of herbs, more and more fighters would only fall down in the end!

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 around and glanced at his lovely daughter. His eyes were bloodshot. He raised his hand to caress the half-elf girl's silky long hair, and then stood up staggeringly.

clang!

Father drew out the long sword, and he walked to the corner step by step, and put on a half-body armor made of steel.

He hadn'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 priest who was once extremely powerful, now he can only rely on this to fight after losing all his magic powers. .

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

"I'm here to break the queen with the others!..."

Her father's voice was resolute, and this tone of death-like attitude made her shed tears involuntarily.

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Fallen Leaf City, Bone Broken High Slope.

A group of fully armed half-elf warriors lived here. They lit a bonfire and sat around with a sad expression.

"Hold on!"

"Bakalo!... You must hold on!... Don't die!... Pastor Fina will save you soon!... You must hold on!..."

The warrior suppressed the cry of pain.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air. There was an injured man lying on the ground. The ribs on his chest were sunken. His breathing was already very weak. Such a serious injury could hardly be cured by medicine alone.

On the other side of the campfire.

A half-elf woman with long blond hair knelt on the ground, holding a lifelike statue in her palm, and prayed devoutly: "My Lord Kester!"

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

"Your humble servant begs for your answer! . . . the warrior who fought to defend your faith is dying! . . . He single-handedly slew six gnolls! . . . He has vanquished ogres, vanquished orcs , Defeated the vampire!...He fought bravely to protect your glory!...Now he is about to die!...Your humble servant Fina begged you to grant divine magic to save him!...If you can hear me Pray!... Please give me guidance!..."

Tears fell drop by drop.

The painful groans beside his ears became weaker and weaker, his heaving chest gradually stopped, and his breathing disappeared bit by bit.

The young half-elf girl's eyes were full of tears, she stood up blankly, looked up at the starry sky, but couldn't see any light.

Faith is crumbling.

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

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Surface world, spider forest.

"ah!!!"

The figure of Sauron suddenly sat up. At this moment, he was covered in sweat, his chest heaved violently, and the sound of 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 happening? Why are you having such a dream!..."

"Why is everything in the dream so real!..." (to be continued ~^~)