The Frostwolf clan has always been an outlier in Woking City.
They are powerful and loyal to Woking City, but everyone knows that the Frostwolf Clan is not, at least not now, from Woking City.
Their home will always be in the north, and this is only their temporary place to stay.
They lived here as guests, and their identities seemed a little awkward.
In the largest white house in the Frostwolf Clan's residence, the Winter Wolf Saintess sat on the ground.
The houses that Woking City built for them are of good quality, and the building materials are all excellent marble, which can be seen as shining. Sitting on it, there was a cold feeling, which made her feel a slight illusion of returning to the icy and snowy north.
In front of her were three elders from the Frostwolf clan.
"Saint, you decide when to return to the north."
"We've been wandering outside for too long."
"The royal family in the north has quelled the rebellion."
Each of the three old people said a sentence, and the atmosphere at the scene seemed a little heavy.
"I also want to go back to the northern border." Winter Wolf Saintess was a little distressed: "But the current royal family may not want us to go back."
"This is impossible."
"Our clan is the foundation of the North."
"Our clan is the faith of the North."
The Winter Wolf Saintess sighed: "The royal family can quell the rebellion without us. How could they let us back, a group of clans that can threaten their rule?"
An old man said angrily: "Our clan never interferes in political affairs."
"A North without us is not a North."
"No matter how comfortable this place is, it's not our home."
"But we can regard this place as our own home." The Winter Wolf Saintess sighed softly: "Three elders, we must accept the reality."
"What reality?" An old man slapped the ground angrily: "The reality of living under the fence? We are the Frostwolf clan, the Frostwolf clan that has saved the world several times."
The Winter Wolf Saintess looked at the elder who spoke just now, her eyes reflected a kind of light: "That is the legend of the ancestors, not ours. Now we are the abandoned people who have lost their belief in the gods."
As soon as these words came out, the three old men almost had a myocardial infarction.
"I know what you are thinking." The voice of the Winter Wolf Saintess gradually became resolute: "You feel very angry here, and you are subject to a large number of laws in Woking City. The reason is that a certain tribe was arrested by Woking City a few days ago. The guards are in prison, and he's the grandson of somebody."
One of the old men's face turned green, and the other two were also ugly.
"He just touched a woman. According to the customs of our northern border, he has no problem taking that woman home. We are frost wolves..."
"But this is Woking City. It is the holy city of another god. If we really want to be serious, we can even be regarded as heretics." The old winter wolf saint slapped the floor and angrily said: "You also know that we live under the fence? If you know , Can you be more confident and don’t cause so much trouble! Don’t take other people’s tolerance for granted, the dragon’s head is still on the city wall outside, my instinct tells me that Pope Beta is already legendary.”
The three elders looked terrified.
Now the Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf feels a bit of a headache: "I know what you are thinking, you just want to force me to fight for more benefits for the clan."
The faces of the three elders are not very good-looking. The merciless words of the Winter Wolf Saintess directly stabbed them faceless.
"I think you have lost your qualifications as a saint."
Another elder said grimly: "The three of us have the right to dismiss you."
"It doesn't matter." The Winter Wolf Saintess said coldly, she had completely lost confidence in the three elders. In the past two or three years, how many times she wiped her ass for her clansmen, and every time she had to wrestle with Shirley, the Saintess of Woking.
Every time she pulled it, she felt that her face was saved a little more.
After several years, she was too embarrassed to see Shirley again.
She stood up and walked outside.
The three elders were silent behind, and there was even a smile on the corner of their mouths.
Outside the door, the sun was shining brightly, and the clansmen walked around the residence leisurely, even in a leisurely manner.
Although there are no white-capped snow-capped peaks in this place, nor is it cold and comfortable, but there is a warm and peaceful atmosphere.
Taking a deep breath, the Winter Wolf Saintess rang the assembly bell.
After all, it is a race where all the people are soldiers. As soon as the bell rang, half of the clansmen had already gathered.
There were also women holding small children.
Behind him, three elders chased him out, and one of them asked angrily, "What are your plans?"
"As you wish."
"What do you mean?" an elder asked anxiously.
The Winter Wolf Saintess glanced at him and stood on the high platform without speaking.
All three elders felt that something was wrong.
When the people of the clan arrived almost, facing a pair of slightly puzzled eyes, the Winter Wolf Saintess said: "This time I have called everyone here, and I have something very important to talk to you about."
The people below all fell silent.
The three elders wanted to go up to stop them, but the Winter Wolf Saintess gave them a look, and the latter couldn't move.
After all, she is a saint. Even though Winter Wolf has left, her strength is still much, much stronger than the three dying old people.
"I don't intend to be a saint anymore."
As soon as these words came out, the Frostwolf Clan below was in an uproar, and the sound of surprised discussions suddenly buzzed.
The saint brought them to Woking City, took them away from the war, and found them a place to stay. Many people think that the saint has done a good job, why is she suddenly unwilling to continue
"Our god has already left, everyone knows that." The Winter Wolf Saintess said slowly, "Therefore, it is meaningless for me to continue to hold this position."
All of the Frostwolf Clan fell silent.
They knew very well that their god had left this world.
"Besides, the three elders also feel that I am no longer suitable for the responsibility of a saint."
All the Frostwolves focused their attention on the three elders.
One of the elders felt that it could not go on like this, so he let the Winter Wolf Saintess continue.
He shouted from the side: "The Holy Maiden of the Winter Wolf has given up the honor of our Frostwolf clan and is willing to become a thug of the God of Wealth Sect, so the three of us agree that she must be relieved of the Holy Maiden and replaced by a more suitable one." Come up and fight for more benefits for our Frostwolf clan."
All of a sudden, the discussion among the Frostwolf clan became louder.
What happened recently really made them feel a little aggrieved. The majestic Frostwolf Clan was actually suppressed by a God of Wealth Sect, and this was not allowed, how could it not be allowed, many members of the Frostwolf Clan felt that their lives were quite unhappy.
"I like a bustling world, and I like a peaceful environment." The Winter Wolf Saintess said loudly: "But this requires strict laws to achieve it. We can see this in Woking City. Since we are in To live here, you have to abide by the rules here.”
"But don't we want our tradition?" Another element shouted: "Is it wrong for a man to touch other women casually? Our custom is that women can fight back, rather than relying on others to get ahead."
"Let an ordinary woman fight with the fighters of the Frostwolf clan?" The Winter Wolf Saintess looked back at the elements with a sneer on her face: "Why don't you fight with Pope Beta and Saintess Shirley."
The elder immediately opened his mouth wide, speechless.
The discussion below became louder, and there were even signs of arguing.
The Winter Wolf Saintess shouted: "I know that many people want to inherit the tradition, but the problem now is that we are in someone else's territory. But the elders gave us another choice, and they plan to return to the north."
The three elders opened their mouths and wanted to refute, but they were speechless.
Their original intention was to force the saintess to communicate with the people of Woking Temple, so as to seek more benefits for the family.
Woking City treats all ethnic groups equally, but it is precisely because of the same treatment that they feel very uncomfortable.
"As for me, I plan to stay in Woking City and regard this place as my new home. Without the winter wolf, we must find a new god, a benevolent god to rely on." The winter wolf saint said: "Now I have A proposal. People who agree with the views of the elders, follow them back to the north. People who agree with my ideas and are willing to abide by the laws of Woking City, stay here with me."
All of a sudden, the Frostwolf Clan burst into flames, surprise, fear, and confusion all played out in turn.
The Winter Wolf Saintess stepped down from the high platform.
An elder stood in front of her, trembling with anger, pointed at the tip of her nose and cursed, "You are splitting the clan."
"It's better than going back with you and dying slowly."
The Winter Wolf Saintess turned around and left without leaving the three of them.
As soon as she returned to her residence, she saw a priest of Woking Temple standing in front of her house.
Received the message so soon? The Winter Wolf Saintess was a little surprised.
But unexpectedly, the pastor who communicated said: "The pope asked me to tell you that I hope you can take your people and defend on the city wall as planned. Afterwards, you will get enough dragon blood and bones as rewards."
Such a high reward.
How precious dragon blood and dragon bones are, the Winter Wolf Saintess naturally knows.
But the pope is willing to take it out, which in itself represents the other party's strength. She didn't believe that this Wojin Temple would be destroyed by a mere black dragon.
"Please tell the Pope that the Frostwolf clan is happy to contribute to their homeland as the people he ruled!"
The pastor who delivered the message was a little surprised when he heard this, but quickly nodded and turned to leave.
The Winter Wolf Saintess returned to the high platform. At this time, the clansmen had not completely dispersed.
"Brothers and sisters, an opportunity is before us. The Pope needs us to fight for him." The Winter Wolf Saintess shouted: "This is our best opportunity, as long as we fight with our hearts this time, as long as we do our best With all our strength, Woking City will definitely accept us as one of them, instead of the current situation, which is always a little estranged from us. Now... brothers and sisters who are willing to stay, come to the city wall to defend with me."
"Those who want to follow the veterans back to the northern border should pack their bags where they are."
"Now, let's go!"