Wizards of the North

The bonfire is dimmed, but Kano hasn't done anything. Even if it is clear that Adam does not want anyone to ask questions, he still wants to know why.

If it is just to accumulate wealth and wait for opportunities, then this inexplicable way is not needed at all. No matter how you look at it, Adam's behavior seems strange and unreasonable. Even if life and death have fallen into Adam's control, he still does not want to blindly execute orders.

He is not Jose, these little people who have just climbed up from the bottom, and are used to execution without thinking. He is Kano, who once overlooked the world. Since I can't get the answer from Adam, I can only try to find clues from the target.

The few people in front of the bonfire did not doubt Kano's identity. It was without doubt that they faintly confronted Kano around the campfire. Baipao came to the door, which meant trouble.

Unlike Kanuo's doubts, they have a very clear goal-to clean up the dead and gather people's hearts. Now the Lord of Suffering came to the door, just when the night was over the earth.

The bonfire twisted but did not drive away the darkness. Instead, a thicker shadow was formed and danced around them, making the atmosphere gradually depressed.

"Why bother?"

Kano started the test with a vague rhetorical question.

"God metaphor, the world needs order."

"Order, what kind of order?"

"Let the dead be purified and return to the peace of death."

"An Ning?" Kano couldn't help but frowned. "You have at least asked my opinion."

...

But what about asking? Just like this, Mela facing Nicole.

During this period of time, under the leadership of the divine envoy, the swarm conquered the city all the way. Although the casualties were heavy, the results were remarkable. As the number of insect swarms dropped sharply, the pace of advancement slowed down.

Unfortunately, after the killing, the spread of faith was not smooth. Even though the people here are already scared and dare not defy their orders, the hatred is rooted in their hearts.

After all, they are just a group of mortals, unable to show the fear beyond life and death to the world, and therefore unable to spread faith in fear.

Even if it is a divine envoy, it won't work!

Mela tried to imitate the dark night of the year, trying to drop pure fear like him. That kind of fear that makes people unable to give birth to any ideas.

Unfortunately, the effect is not good.

Even so, Mela was secretly complacent. When she was secretly complacent, a vision appeared in the sky.

Mela did not expect to see Dark Night again in this way many years later.

It-see me!

Her contentment and pride were instantly replaced by the purest fear. She curled her limbs, crawling like she did many years ago...

After that day, the spread of faith suddenly became smooth. But Mela couldn't be happy anyway, because people were more concerned about who the deity appeared in the sky?

If it's just that, Meira will make them believe that the light is greater. But some kind of if there is no connection, let her feel that the light is gradually dimming.

Maybe it's not just her who feels this way. Some people's speech and demeanor suddenly lose their former confidence and calmness. Even the insect swarm had a brief change, but fortunately it subsided quickly.

A divine metaphor conveyed by other deity believers was brought before me, so Mela knew something was wrong!

In the end what happened? The light he believes in hasn't directly given the gods. Moreover, the content of the divine metaphor is also intriguing.

Why clean up the dead in the world?

"Yeah, why?" Nicole's tone was flat. "How can I, a trivial priest, know?"

"You are its great sacrifice."

"So it's trivial."

Mela was speechless, and after a while he continued, "There should be some news."

"You should go back to the camp and ask those who have just arrived. Maybe you can get some news from them."

"After the vision appeared, no one came over, so I came here to ask you."

Nicole shook her head, "After we got here, we haven't left, and we are only focused on divine metaphors."

Seeing that no useful information could be obtained, Mela followed Nicole's words and asked: "How is it, is it going well?"

Nicole sighed, "Although the power of these wasteland wanderers is very strong, they are very simple..."

Mela chuckled and said: "I'm low in intelligence, so I can't teach it."

Finding that Nicole was in trouble, Mela's mood improved somehow.

In this regard, Nicole was a little helpless, "You are still the same, you like to gloat."

Mela looked straight, "Be careful, since the gods have decided to purify the dead, it is likely to affect you."

"Heh! Come on—" Nicole looked up at the sky, "We will go there eventually, and everything we did today will be settled there sooner or later.

Whether it is right or wrong.

As a sacrifice, we not only have to bear our own right and wrong, but also those who are led by us. What is right or wrong is therefore accumulated and magnified. "

Nicole sighed softly, "The gods will protect us and will judge us. Those we impose on others, or suffer from others, will also be placed on the balance.

Only then, how many of us can face it calmly? "

Nicole's gaze swept across Mela, "You--can you?"

Seeing that Mela hadn't spoken yet, Nicole continued: "It's not too late. There is still a chance to tilt the balance in the direction we hope."

Mela took a deep breath and asked, "Can you?"

Nicole did not directly answer this question, "I have been to the Kingdom of God, a beautiful grassland under a rainbow."

"what?"

"I know what you're worried about. Just like the place where the gods lived-Double Wing City, some auras began to dim and quiet, making me think it was gone.

Didn't you feel it then? "

"Thank you, I know what to do."

...

Not long after Mela left, Nicole summoned everyone. After a brief explanation, he ordered: "Be prepared, I'm afraid something bad will happen.

First set up a cordon around the rocky beach. From today on this is the territory of Dark Moon. Anyone who wants to enter must obtain our permission. "

"What about the dead?"

"The dead have never had much intersection with us. Don't make any moves until you receive a request from there." Nicole sighed, "Go on, continue your previous teaching, and let those stone heads understand the greatness of the gods."

Not long after everyone went down, Fatt quietly came back: "I smell the smell of war."

Nicole waved her hand, "Sit down! I know its taste better than you. I grew up in that atmosphere, and my family has also benefited tremendously from it.

Although the means to obtain benefits are not glorious, I am still fortunate that I have had such a growth experience. "

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