Of course Roland was a little excited.
After all, this is also a kind of recognition, recognition that you have good character, recognition that you are capable, and recognition that your future ceiling is very high.
But Roland only thought about it for two seconds before rejecting it. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't know how to offer my faith to the gods."
The angel stood stunned for a few seconds, with a strange expression on his holy, white and pretty face: "Why, this is an invitation from our Lord, shouldn't you feel honored?"
"It's quite an honor." Roland sighed: "But it doesn't mean that I have to believe in a god."
"Don't want to believe in gods?" The angel shook her head helplessly. This small action caused a turbulence in her: "Occasionally, such a magician appears. Then I want to ask, in your eyes , what is a god?”
"A more powerful life form, so powerful that we cannot understand it for the time being."
The angel smiled: "Can't understand it yet? In other words, when you gain strength, you will try to understand?"
Roland nodded.
After hearing this, the angel slowly floated down and stood on the ground, no longer looking down at Roland, and at the same time the pale white light dissipated.
"As expected of the disciples of the goddess Mystra." The angel said gently: "Then let's put it another way, how about becoming a favored one by the gods?"
Those favored by God... People who are favored by God, in essence, paladin like Shuke are favored by God.
But Roland still shook his head.
Shuke is different from ordinary people. He is too handsome and has a high tolerance for the opposite sex. Even if he occasionally does something inappropriate, women will not think anything of him.
But Roland is self-aware and his charm is average.
Moreover, those favored by gods are essentially in a 'weak' position, and they feel like the gods are raising kittens and puppies.
Of course, some pets can become cat owners because of their outstanding appearance, but Roland doesn't think that he can get the same treatment as Shuke because of his crotchless appearance.
He knew that ordinary paladins worked cautiously and cautiously, sincerely prayed to the goddess every day, took time to read the teachings, and strived to fully read and understand the teachings.
But Shuke, the paladin, is different. He rides a red dragon around every day, does tasks from time to time, pays little attention to doctrine, and rarely prays. But he happened to be the most improved among all the paladins.
Every time a few gay friends get together, Shuke will always proudly brag about what beautiful attractions he has visited and what wonders he has seen.
He is obviously a combat player, but he still feels like a party player.
Roland was never jealous of Shuke's relationship with the opposite sex, but he also never expected to be like him.
People are different. You may not be able to copy other people's success or other people's lifestyles.
So Roland is not interested in the matter of God's Favored Ones.
In Roland's opinion, the goddess of life most likely wants to raise a puppy, or a puppy with only sharp teeth that can occasionally help her bite people and occasionally tease her to make her happy.
Roland didn't want to be a puppy.
Pretending to lower his head and think about it for a while, Roland finally slowly raised his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified to be a favored one."
Although he said he was not qualified, this was a clear rejection.
The angel was very smart and understood what Roland meant.
She seemed a little annoyed, but it wasn't a negative kind of anger, but more like anger towards herself.
As her mood worsened, the two pairs of white wings behind her seemed to dim.
Finally, she sighed helplessly, rolled her eyes at Roland a little aggrievedly, and without saying a word, Park spread her wings and flew straight into the sky, and disappeared soon after.
Only a few white feathers fell.
Roland subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and then realized that it was just an illusion. The feather passed through Roland's palm, slowly turned transparent, and disappeared.
Withdrawing his palm, Roland took a deep breath and smelled a faint fragrance.
It feels a bit like green apple.
The angel left, and Roland felt a little tired. He sat down on the grass and opened the forum again.
He wanted to find out what the green halo was for before and what was happening in Winterwind City now.
The previous live broadcast room was still live broadcasting, and the broadcaster seemed to have left the previous place and ran near the Temple of Life.
"Look at the players from the Silver Wings Guild and the Jialan Temple Guild... they all have black leaf marks on their faces."
The slightly obscene voice of the broadcaster was very excited: "It seems that the halo is a sign for them... Wait, the Templars of the Illuminati Cult are here."
In the live broadcast room, a large number of white-armored Templar knights poured in from the city gate. They were divided into several groups. Most of the knights went to clean up the ruins and at the same time rescue the civilians under the ruins.
And a group of powerful heavy armored knights began to jointly hunt down those players with black leaf marks on their faces.
As soon as he sees it, he will rush forward like a mad dog, taking advantage of the strength of the people and the good equipment to directly chop the players with marks on their faces into meat paste.
Wait until they come back to life before chopping them.
In the end, two to three hundred players were blocked near the resurrection point of the Temple of Life, unable to escape at all.
He was heavily surrounded by thousands of white-armored knights.
Although all the Templars were wearing helmets and could not see their expressions, judging from their unhesitating slashing actions, it was clear that they had no mercy or forgiveness for these players with leaf marks on their faces.
Full of angry indifference.
The video in the live broadcast room showed very bloody scenes.
Player corpses were everywhere, stacked on top of each other, almost blocking the entrance to the temple. Mosaic flows like small ditches, there are dozens of them.
There is a strong smell of rust in the air.
The player responsible for the live broadcast was also surrounded, trembling with fear, and even the live broadcast screen was shaking slightly, but all the Templar Knights looked at his face and noticed that there was no black leaf mark on his face, and ignored him. .
Roland withdrew from the direct meeting and sent a message to Shu Ke in the guild chat: "Will the black leaf mark disappear after the player dies a few times? Or will it disappear after that time?"
"No!" Shuke quickly replied: "This group of people is finished. That is the divine punishment of the Cult of Life, and the leaf mark will follow them for a lifetime. And anyone who kills a person who is marked with a black leaf will be It will not be considered malicious homicide.”
Roland was quite surprised. The Silver Wings Guild and the Jialan Temple Guild seemed to be finished.
Then he asked: "What to do with the gold mine?"
"It will be protected and managed by our Guangming Cult for the time being, and will be returned to the heirs of the local city lord... after the matter is over. The local city lord's family is so pitiful. All the soldiers were killed, and he himself was also killed. If his wife and children hadn't been hidden in the secret passage If you escape with your life, you may be exterminated by the Jialan Temple Guild."
Roland heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was somewhat proud of his identity as a player.
But now seeing the tragic situation in Winterwind City and hearing about the experiences of the city lord and his family, he suddenly felt that the players were no better than the natives of this world.
If they see enough benefits, they will still kill people and set fire to them, and do all kinds of evil.
This group of people are not qualified to play this game anymore!