Half-elf Ranger

Emerald Fields, Horn Town.

“His Excellency High Priest!”

In the center of the town, there was a street covered with gravel, and the goblin believers on both sides bowed their heads humbly and gave way.

The one called the High Priest was a female goblin. She was wearing a neat black robe, the edges of the robe were trimmed with finely cut animal skins, and a silver symbol similar to ‘one’ was printed on her cuffs.

This unknown goblin priestess’ expression was extremely solemn and solemn. She glanced at the other goblins in front of her, looked up at the gloomy sky, and said slowly, “Follow me into the temple to pray.”

The temple located in the center of the town seems to have just been completed. Although it is not as grand and majestic as imagined, the overall structure is quite stable.

The walls around the temple are also blank, without any exquisite reliefs.

Perhaps, in the near future, this blank wall will be engraved with the achievements of the guardian deity of the goblin. The goblin priestess looked at the blank walls of the temple and thought to herself.

Immediately afterwards, she couldn’t help but imagine how to perfectly engrave the goblin race on the wall to resist, and finally break free from the exquisite relief of goblin bears and hobgoblins.

The group slowly walked into the interior of the temple.

The interior of the temple is quite spacious for the size of the goblin race.

At the very center is a beautiful, magnificent and lifelike statue.

Now the statues are just mortal objects, and it seems that there is not a trace of divine power.

The goblin priestess knew very well that as soon as they started to pray, the idol would be fully activated.

In the future, this statue will also serve as an important prop for the goblin patron saint to receive prayers of faith.

The statue in the temple is the goblin wizard Malvasia. She is wearing a black robe and staring calmly into the distance, as if she is watching the future, and she seems to be guarding something.

Do not know why.

The goblin priestess felt an inexplicable sadness in those deep eyes.

As for the specific meaning of this grief, she has never been able to understand.

However, she knew very well that now was not the time to think about it.

The consecration ceremony has begun.

The Word of Prayer has also been activated.

Now is the time for them to do their part.

The figure of the goblin priestess came to the statue, and as she slowly knelt down, many goblins behind her also knelt down.

In order to complete the ceremony of conferring the gods, the statue needs to gather more power of faith.

Goblins from all over the world have continued to provide the power of faith with the beginning of the Word of Prayer.

But this is just the belief provided by ordinary goblins, and it is not enough to support the completion of the entire consecration ceremony.

The truly pure and powerful power of faith is always provided by the most devout priests.

And their group of goblin believers was cultivated by Malvasia since she was a child.

Even if the former Malvasia was not a god, in their hearts, she was still a goblin patron saint.

That is to say, when the ceremony of conferring the gods is completed, this group of the most devout goblins will become the first priests of the guardian gods of the goblins.

“My lord Martha!

You are the patron saint of the goblin race! You are the patron of the goblin race! You are the embodiment of wisdom! You are the pioneer who led the goblin race to civilization!

My lord Martha!

Your name will be hallowed among the goblins! You will be greater than any goblin ancestor! The wisdom of the goblin will turn into your mighty power! The prosperity of the goblin race will make you stronger!

Your kingdom will shelter our souls!

…

My lord Martha!

Your kingdom will be exalted! Become a star in the sky! Always protect the goblins! “

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With the sound of neat prayers, a faint radiance of divine power gradually appeared on the statue.

The sound of prayers echoed in the sky above Horn Town, and all the goblins in the whole world couldn’t help looking in the direction of Horn Town, and then knelt deeply on the ground, followed by their sincere prayers.

A faint divine brilliance began to shroud, and under the influence of some unknown force, the prayers of the holy words turned into invisible torrents, centered on the temple, and spread out in all directions of the entire world.

Work in a while.

Jagged voices began to appear in the neat prayer words of Horn Town, and as these voices gradually merged into the whole, the brilliance of the gods gradually grew.

This suddenly added voice is the sincere prayer of goblins from all over the world, who are also contributing their weak faith to welcome the arrival of the new god.

at the same time.

With the continuous growth of the power of faith, this powerful prayer word soon resounded over the emerald field, and even the nearby space seemed to tremble.

Right now!

Not only the goblins in the whole world, but even countless powerful professionals sensed this powerful prayer.

This kind of prayer seems to travel through time and space, and is clearly conveyed to everyone’s ears.

From the moment when the powerhouses and gods of the whole world sense the holy words of prayer!

It is time to test this new God.

Because the holy word of prayer is the most important part of the entire consecration ceremony, this holy word is more like deities and powerhouses in the whole world proclaiming their status and responsibilities.

If the holy word of prayer is not carefully planned in advance, it will even inadvertently contaminate the realm of a certain **** and be attacked and revenge madly by it, and the final result will be a disaster and destruction.

When the word of prayer spreads all over the world, it means that a new **** will appear.

However, the priesthoods in the pantheon are all limited, which means being prepared to clash with the priesthoods of other established gods.

It will be a never-ending battle until one side is completely wiped out.

After all, the new **** is very fragile, but killing the new **** is very likely to inherit the new god’s priesthood.

There is no **** who does not want his divine power to become stronger, and all the competition for priesthood is even more tragic than the battle of Taoism.

And, most importantly.

Conferring gods is a very vulnerable behavior, especially since the fame of conferring gods has not yet spread throughout the multiverse.

If an unknown conferred **** suddenly held a **** conferring ceremony, people in the whole world would not be able to recognize the existence of this new god.

Because no one knew the sudden appearance of the Conferred God, and no one knew the former reputation of the Conferred God.

In other words, if your name is not even known to people in neighboring villages, neighboring towns or neighboring cities, what qualifications do you have to confer a god?

If the conferred **** is forcibly conferred, the conferred **** will be affected by some incomprehensible rules and cannot become a true **** at all. Even if he succeeds, he is just a false **** who cannot even be recognized by the world.

On the contrary, if your name (whether bad or good) is heard by even the gods, the abyss and **** will be impressed. Then when you decide to confer a god, other people will take it for granted and think that this person is qualified to confer a god.

That is to say, when a conferred **** with such a reputation, when she decides to confer a god, and prays for the holy word to spread throughout the world. Those who fear you will give you strength, those who love you will give you strength, and even those who fear you will give you strength.

This kind of power may not be comparable to the power of faith, but at the moment of conferring a god, it is more critical than the power of faith, although its effect is limited to that.

The more powerful the person, the greater the power provided.

If your name can make the gods feel jealous, it means that you have crossed another difficulty in conferring gods.

That’s why the first words of the prayers are: My Lord Martha.

Because the first holy word represents the name of the **** after being conferred.

Whatever she was called in the past, from now on, the name of the goblin wizard Malvasia is: Martha, and that name is her divine name.

At the same time, it is also telling the world that there is a person named Martha who is consecrating a god.

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Somewhere in a cemetery in Winterfell.

“Martha?” A skinny old man in a smoky gray robe and cloak slowly got up, stared at the north, and muttered to himself, “She came back from reincarnation…”

In a trance, the figure of the founder of Winter City appeared in his mind.

At this moment, along with the mournful wind whistling out, a transparent skull with a hood appeared strangely in front of the skinny old man.

“My lord!” The skinny old man looked startled, and knelt deeply on the ground facing the skull.

“The Ferryman of the End, the reincarnation of the Lord of Winter has come to life, and our promise has been fulfilled. Take it to collect the bills from the godslayers.” A divine voice echoed faintly in the thin old man’s heart.

From the rotten ground, a real skeleton arm emerged from the ground, holding a quaint book strangely in its hand.

“Jie Jie Jie!”

The terrifying skeleton arm slowly danced in the cemetery against the fierce wind screaming like a ghost, and fell in front of the skinny old man.

“Abide by my lord’s law!”

The skinny old man respectfully took over the simple and mysterious book, and bowed deeply in the direction where the skull disappeared.

“Death is only a part of life, there is no need to fear death, there is no need to avoid death… Death is not the end of the end, but a wonderful, never-ending cycle.

The great transmigrator, the Lord of Death, Cranwal will help everyone who is about to pass away and let them walk the final journey with dignity…”

Facing the howling wind, the skinny old man walked slowly towards the wizard’s tower with a mysterious book.

The city of Sept, the temple of Mystra.

“Goblin patron saint, Martha.” A priest in a blue robe embellished with white lace whispered, staring at the bright starry sky that was conjured up by magic on the ceiling.

For this name, the priest is both familiar and deeply afraid.

But the goddess once issued an oracle: All plans related to godslayers must not be carried out without authorization.

I do not know how long it has been……

A pulsating band of blue and white light floated in the magical starry sky the priest was staring at.

The flickering blue and white light spots gradually transformed into the outline of the palm of a weak, elegant and insubstantial human female.

The slender fingers silently pointed to the priest kneeling on the ground, slowly making some kind of spell-casting gesture, and seemed to be writing some obscure magic rune.

When the dazzling starry sky created by magic returned to peace, the priest kneeling on the ground stared at the dazzling starry sky and muttered to himself: “Remain neutral…”

The city of Sept, the temple of knowledge.

“My lord Martha!”

“You are the patron saint of the goblin race!”

“You are the patron of the goblin race!”

“You are the embodiment of wisdom!”

…

A priest dressed with a scholarly temperament stared in the direction of the emerald field and slowly closed his eyes. He could hear countless prayers, over and over, echoing in the sky and spreading throughout the material plane.

This is a symbol of the birth of a true God!

When the pastor heard ‘Wisdom incarnate! ’, his gentle eyes gradually became sharp, and his bookish temperament suddenly burst out with a fierce murderous aura.

“The incarnation of wisdom? Wisdom! The new gods have entered the realm of my lord!”

The priest stared at the Temple Knights who had been prepared and ready to go, and immediately took out a scepter that symbolized the majesty of the gods.

He intends to open the portal and rush to the periphery of the Serene Forest.

However, when the portal emitting milky white light was half opened, the priest holding the scepter was shocked, turned around in a hurry, and knelt down toward the statue of the God of Knowledge.

The members of the Temple Knights behind them all knelt deeply on the ground.

“Wisdom is different from knowledge, and true wisdom benefits the world, which is the embodiment of its ultimate value.” The solemn voice of the God of Knowledge seems to echo from far to near, echoing in the hearts of all people.

The golden brilliance of the statue gradually dimmed.

The priest with a cold back slowly got up and dismissed the temple knights who were ready to go.

The deepest part of the Black Pearl Forest.

in the old oak forest.

An arch druid in green leather armor stared unwillingly at the fading pale green light in the oak forest.

After an unknown amount of time, the Druid clenched his fists, as if he had made a difficult decision.

The moment he raised his head, his turbid eyes became sharp as knives, and a curved oak staff appeared out of thin air in his hand. Then he quickly turned around and looked coldly in the direction of the Forest of Tranquility.

However, what he did not expect was that on a hillside not far away, a half-elf woman with a clean and refined appearance stood there quietly, letting the breeze lift her long silky flaxen hair, giving people a look A dusty and peaceful atmosphere.

“Nightingale! Are you here to stop me? Have you forgotten how many people sacrificed the Black Pearl Forest to get back to what it is now?! Have you forgotten that your family sacrificed themselves so much to save this forest! ?”

The oak staff in the hand of the great druid pointed angrily at the half-elf woman, and roared madly at her as if losing his mind.

The half-elf woman was silent, a pair of pale green eyes, a faint sadness flashed away, and then she shook her head gently at the angry Druid and turned to leave.

The Great Druid looked at the silent back of the half-elf, and his expression suddenly became a little gloomy, and the anger in his heart disappeared without a trace.

In the end, he dragged his tired body, leaning on his staff, and silently disappeared in the depths of the forest.

A cool breeze blew through, and the old oak forest swayed gently with its lush foliage, making a clattering sound.

In the vibrant Black Pearl Forest, a large number of small animals and birds run and play carelessly.

Insects buzzed, lizards rustled underfoot, beetles shimmered rainbow-like, spiders crawled through dew-dropped webs, woodpeckers pecked at tree trunks, grouse chirped.

This is simply a harmonious natural scene.

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