Wizards of the North

Zhuoma stood in the manor, looked at the idol in front of him and sighed slightly. Since I left my hometown and entered that small world, day and night have gradually lost some of their functions. They can no longer be used to accurately measure time. Black and white are nothing but alternating colors.

For a while, the power to protect the family suddenly diminished. Without the protection of this power, he and his family are also aging extremely fast. In my life, something seems to be doubling away, and my hair is gradually increasing because of this. It's just that I am more worried about my sister's safety than my parents, because this situation can only be caused by my sister's major problems.

But despite the worry, there is nothing I can do.

There are too many things that can't be done, and his own king, Adam, has gradually alienated everyone. No matter how loyal, he could not avoid the fate of being exiled. Too many, too many people have been exiled in that small world, and some of them were settled by themselves. Although I don't want to fall into that kind of situation, what should come is here...

An uninhabited valley became the final place of exile, and the former nobleman lost his king. But they are still nobles, because after all, the title of nobles is not derived from secular kingship, but gods. So the first thing I did when I came here was to erect a tall idol.

Perhaps this is the wisest decision. At the moment when I watched the idol stand up, a thick and dark scripture appeared at the foot of the idol.

Turning to the scripture, a few sentences flashed past the doctrine with obvious signs of coping, and then cut directly to the practical part-divine arts and magic. Only after hurriedly flipping through it, I discovered that the two occupy a small amount of space, and there are more blank pages in the back. Just as I wondered what it meant, a pen jumped out of the book...

The cost of the statue is an extremely important thing, so many people have seen this scene, and many people are qualified to get closer. But when someone else took over the scripture, they couldn't open it anyway, even if it was their own parents.

In those few years, my parents were really old and no longer had their ambitions. When there is no one, Zoya is mentioned the most both inside and outside the words. The one who was abandoned by them, who made them the most proud of-daughter. They were really dull, and didn't realize that the scriptures were not from Zoya. That kind of breath, casual, and unique gorgeousness, like those pieces of jewelry that have always been treasured at home. And this is really worrying.

Even if he hasn't seen him for many years, he still has a deep impression of Bran's character. How can he take care of his family in peace? Combining with the appearance of aging, I can't help worrying about my sister's situation. After all, she couldn't put down her sister, even though her face had become strange, she no longer remembered who she was. But some things, as long as you remember-just fine.

The emergence of this scripture established its new status. The family and even the entire church were completely handed over to themselves, and people began to call themselves the Great Sacrifice.

It's just that being ordered in danger really makes people unhappy.

According to the scriptures, divine arts and magic were quickly taught. As expected, Divine Art could not get a timely and effective response. On the contrary, the progress of magic is much smoother.

At that time, I thought my sister really had something wrong...

In the extreme depression, he simply broke the jar, gathered all the people who fell here, and carried out a collective promotion. Even the lowest-level big-head soldier has the title of knight. This may be the only thing that can compensate them, so that they can have a faith and enjoy a peace after death.

In fact, I don't expect to enter the kingdom of God after death. If something goes wrong with my sister, how can there be a kingdom of God waiting for me? Just for the sake of his sister, Bran would never let go, at least he would give peace.

As it is now, many things have suddenly become smoother since the statue was erected. No matter what kind of gust of wind and rain arrives here, it will become unusually gentle.

In the early days, nobles or knights could only rely on their own hands in this valley. Everyone ate the rice in the same pot and supported each other to rebuild their own homes. No one thought that this peaceful and drizzle land would attract many refugees.

Looking out from this valley, it is difficult to detect anomalies. But looking here from the outside is very different. Especially when the surrounding clouds are densely covered, the sunlight will break through the heavy clouds and cast a bunch of golden light here.

Occasionally, once or twice, it will only make people marvel at the extraordinary work of nature. However, the frequent appearance of such visions inevitably makes people suspicious. Some unpredictable local sacrifices came over quietly, and smiled immediately when they saw the statues of gods towering on Takaoka and people like myself.

To be honest, I am too lazy to talk to these people, and this mentality also represents most of the people here. For people who have come out of their hometowns and the beautiful places of the gods, they only have a natural sense of superiority in the face of various indigenous people, but these people will wear sacrificial robes after all.

At the border, he dealt with a few words indifferently, and refused the entry of these people on the grounds of construction. Unexpectedly, they lingered like annoying flies, and they came together after a few days of leaving.

Ugh--

Although these people are just a group of humble exiles, in the eyes of the natives, it is a different situation.

When the word "powerful" fell in my ears, a sense of powerlessness could not help but rise. If they are really strong, how can they be abandoned here? It's really a group of ignorant and ignorant guys, who don't know what is powerful.

With that person, who would dare to be powerful?

In his hands are the dragons flying above the nine heavens, the monsters submerging in the abyss, and many outstanding wizards who have awakened the memories of previous lives. Even his own sister is just a small follower by his side. In contrast, what kind of people are you?

It is really too lazy to explain to these indigenous people.

...

It didn't take long for someone worthy of their own words to appear. It was a demon clan, a great sacrifice to a new deity. When he saw Zoya's idol, his face immediately became awe-inspiring, and he respectfully came to the idol and paid a respect.

Later, he explained: He had been to the land of God's dwelling, Shuangyi City. The first deity is enshrined there, and the girl in the dark night stands not far from the idol of the dark night.

As a sacrifice, of course you know the name of the noble god, but there is only one name mentioned by people in that city-the girl in the dark night.

These words immediately aroused my interest, and I wanted to talk about it in depth.

"About her, about the noble god, what secrets do you know?"

The answer I got was disappointing: "Sorry, I only know this. I don't want to deceive, but I don't know it. In fact, there is a very secretive circle of sacrifices, and the real secrets are only circulated there."

"What circle?"

"There is a group of people called the original sacrifice, and the representative of them is the bishop-Nicole. Although we are also sacrifices, we have never touched the real core.

If you have tried to fit into this group, you will understand that we must not only strive to gain the favor of the gods, but also the approval of others. Not for anything else, just to have an opportunity to follow them to learn, because they master an extremely important knowledge that is on the edge of taboo. "

"what?"

"--theology."

"theology?"

"Yes, theology.

I didn't mean to offend. From the perspective of sacrifice, even if you have put on the robes of the big sacrifice, you still have no entry. When you pray in front of the idol, do you really know what you are doing?

Have you ever thought about who it is? What does it look like in the eyes of others?

A thousand people have a thousand answers, and one can't help but wonder-are we really the same deity? So, we need an answer.

In fact, this is also the purpose of my trip.

Although I, like those before me, want to know why the deity favors this place and you so much, the purpose is more than that. Those of us who have come out of our hometown will explore more essential and deeper meanings. Only in this way can we get closer to the deity. "

These words made myself clear, so I decided to return it with honesty: "We did not get favor, all this is from the mercy of the gods."

"mercy……"

The visitor groaned for a moment, and suddenly showed a sudden realization: "Yes, mercy! We are too extravagant to ask God's favor and favor, but we ignore God's mercy.

Our clumsiness and failure will also attract God's attention.

Thank you for letting me know the importance of compassion. "

...

The visitor left with gratitude and joy. The same is my own mood. I have never been a qualified sacrifice, and no one has taught me in this regard. The appearance of this person has benefited me a lot.