Wizards of the North

When the cemetery was dotted in the world, Nicole couldn't help but smile. Who would have thought that instigating a pure knight to collect the corpse, but unexpectedly opened the situation.

Previously, it was not the incompetence of the priests, but the limitation of the oracle. Like the old Double Wing City, Dark Night once again chose to give in. As devout believers, they certainly need to follow the law.

However, you can't fully comply, otherwise you won't have the self you are today.

oracle--

Not inviolable, the key is the true purpose behind the behavior. However, she will not easily share this secret, and the priests must understand it by themselves in piety. Only in this way can we truly stand alone in the chaotic world.

Yes, chaos...

The world did not quickly return to order because of the large number of interveners, but was chaotic.

In the beginning, everything was as expected by Xueyu, and the promises of death and opportunity were fulfilled one by one. But as time passed, trouble came.

Back then, the target of the tide of the undead was people, those who possessed wisdom. The mountains, forests and fields were not destroyed. Although the world is divided into islands, the basis for survival of the islands has never been cut off. As long as you avoid the tide, the matter is over...

But the severe cold created by the snowy area is different, and the damage it causes is the same. Although not as swift as the tide of the undead at first, it is extremely persistent. People survived the sudden cold wave, but couldn't avoid a series of follow-up questions.

Obviously, the sacrifices and messengers of all parties have realized the seriousness of the problem and have begun to take remedial measures.

It is said that the Light Sacrifice has restored the jurisdiction to normal through divine art, and the fields have been re-sown; I heard that the mother of the light and the dark night appeared in the world and took similar actions; I heard that I still heard...

It is a pity that the damage caused by the severe cold is irreversible, and the most serious of these is the food shortage. As for those remedial measures, instead of solving the problem, they made the situation worse.

...

Here is also remedial, but has not used divine power. Just try to gather the food and distribute it uniformly. If the surrounding area is still shrouded in cold, this method may be able to help most people survive.

However, the adjoining place suddenly became warmer, causing the people who heard about it to become restless. In the restlessness, doubts arose everywhere, and gradually pointed the finger at the sacrifice, toward the deity-Dark Night.

Along with doubts, people continue to choose to leave. It's not that I don't want to dissuade, but I can't stop it, let alone some people use this as a means of threat.

Oh, threats--

So the priests watched people leave indifferently, and promised to continue to shelter those who remained.

Those who left went away with the pleasure of revenge, as if this behavior could deal a very heavy blow to the priest, but they were wrong.

Whether to leave or stay, it is just a choice after being influenced by the deity. As for how to choose...

Humph!

Does anyone care?

——All they need to know is that the believer will be sheltered in the dark and will return to its embrace after death.

If you want to ask for something else, leaving is also an option. However, it is definitely not wise, especially in this period.

It’s really warm there, but it’s not warm to eat. With the warmth, those that could have been used to satisfy hunger are rapidly decayed, making the already scarce food even more stretched. And their sudden appearance is undoubtedly worse, and it is not just them who appear.

Besides--

Similar things are not only happening in one place...

Some things cannot be avoided after all, even though many people have tried hard.

Soon, hunger and fleeing caused refugees, thieves, and beacons. Along with these, there are more and more active figures in the sacrifices of all parties. Under their impetus, people of all kinds re-differentiated and combined into large and small forces, continuing to struggle on the edge of life and death.

The Dark Night Sacrifice quietly built a high wall to keep the refugees and thieves out of the high wall. But it is not the high walls that really stop the refugees and thieves, but the people inside the high walls.

At this time, although the sacrifice is still indifferent, the previous doubts have disappeared without a trace. It was like the ice and snow that had disappeared here, as if it had never appeared before.

As the seasons resumed their normal rotation, someone came.

They claim to be the chosen soldiers and are willing to defend the villagers from intrusion, so the villagers opened the door under the instruction of the sacrifice; they claim to be the chosen farmers and are willing to take over the unmaintained fields outside the village...

In this way, more and more people come and go.

When the former robbers attacked again, some of them were chopped off by soldiers. As more and more robbers lost their heads, order began to slowly recover. However, the fighting at that time did not end there, they just turned into a part of the order, leaving the world "chaotic" still.

Nowadays--

Someone came again, claiming to be a messenger of light, trying to disperse the darkness shrouded in this place for the villagers. So the Dark Night Sacrifice, who rarely showed up, came out, pointed to the distance and spit out a word loudly, go!

Then, the dispute between the priests inevitably occurred.

All kinds of people are attracted by this, including warriors, farmers, merchants, and even bandits who come down from nearby mountains to have fun...

They watched and talked enthusiastically, blocking the followers of the dark night who wanted to help.

A soldier noticed that the person beside him seemed to have an aura that disgusted him, so he turned his head and looked over. The bandit who was yelling suddenly became dumb, bowed his head and crowded out the crowd.

A wandering merchant was kicked in his ass. When he turned around to get angry, he heard a shocking warning: "Idiot! The Dark Night Sacrifice can't do anything to you, but the messenger of the goddess of wealth can. Don't forget, They are a family."

Open and secret struggles are constantly staged in this crowded small circle, just like the world they live in.