In the dense forest in the south, a small hunter temple is hidden.
No one knows when the temple was built.
Or…
No one even knew there was a temple here.
The convoy following Kirk, the high priest of the Hunter's Temple, was taken aback when they saw the temple, and then they cheered.
Temple!
For the people of Navia, it has an irreplaceable meaning.
Not only spiritual comfort, but also shrouded by the aura of 'God'.
Under such a shroud, they will be protected from disaster.
"The temple is too small to accommodate everyone. Except for the priests of each temple, please camp around the temple and follow the arrangements of the knights."
"If there is anything, you can also report directly to the temple."
"Everything is the same as in Navia."
Kirk stood on the stone steps of the temple and shouted.
No one would object to such a proposal.
Everyone took it for granted.
After all, in the city of Navia, that's how it is.
Under the command of the knights, civilians and soldiers began to get busy.
A team of deacons from the Temple of the Hunter walked towards the convoy. After a while, they carried jars, boxes, and baskets one by one to the quiet place that had just been cleaned by another team of deacons from the Temple of the Hunter. in the temple.
In front of the hunter's statue, the joss sticks were already lit.
A huge sheepskin blanket was spread out, and empty silver plates were placed on it.
The deacons quickly walked over and put the wine and honey in the jar, various spices stored in the box, bread and barbecue in the basket, all into it.
For the priests of the temple, such food was not considered rich, but that was in Navia.
And at this moment
It is no longer rich.
It's a feast in the true sense.
The continuous running and running not only made them exhausted and hungry, but especially when they were mentally and mentally exhausted, the feeling of fear was really uncomfortable.
Discomfort, to the point of collapse.
Therefore, when there was a stable environment with enough food, these people who usually considered themselves as 'God's servants' really had a feeling of gratitude.
One after another, these priests from various temples expressed their gratitude to the High Priest of the Hunter Temple who had just finished praying.
"Here we will have a new start, it will be difficult at first, but after that everything will be fine."
"Please use the food first."
"My old friends have been waiting a long time."
"We need to talk about more things."
After speaking, Kirk got up and walked towards the conference room behind the temple.
The priests of each temple watched gratefully after the high priest of the hunter temple disappeared, and immediately launched an attack on the food in front of him.
At this time, they have no demeanor to speak of.
hunger.
It has tortured them for a long time.
Kirk couldn't help showing a knowing smile when he heard the sound coming from behind him.
This is what he wants.
Of course, this is just the beginning.
A new start.
Thinking of the final result, the High Priest of the Hunter Temple almost couldn't help laughing out loud.
However, the other party, who knew the current situation of the temple, immediately suppressed such a smile and walked towards the meeting room.
There are still some things he needs to deal with there.
meeting room.
On a long oval table, candlesticks are placed one after another, and the candlesticks are accompanied by dishes one after another.
Compared with the food enjoyed by the priests outside, the food here is naturally different in quantity and specification, more exquisite and attractive.
But the difference is that these foods... are deadly!
All the high priests of the temple prostrated themselves on the table.
Their mouths and noses were bleeding, their faces were bruised, and except for the high priest of the god of etiquette, none of them were breathing.
"Why, why?"
The High Priest, once praised by the entire city of Navia as a model of etiquette, yelled at Kirk with a hideous and distorted face.
"Why?"
"What do you say?"
The High Priest of the Hunter Temple asked back.
But the other party didn't know it at all.
Naturally, doubts and incomprehension appeared in those eyes.
"well."
"Sure enough, it's all trash."
With these words in mind, the High Priest of the Hunter Temple put his hand on the other party's neck and exerted a slight force.
Click!
After a crisp sound, the high priest of the god of etiquette lost his breath.
Looking at the high priest of the god of etiquette who stared wide-eyed until death, Kirk couldn't help but shook his head.
The opponent is really too stubborn.
No!
It's all too stubborn.
Otherwise, he wouldn't do it.
But the great situation in front of him is really once in a thousand years. If he misses it, I'm afraid he will regret it for the rest of his life.
So, he made a choice.
"Horace."
Kirk raised his voice.
"High Priest."
A middle-aged man with thick hair, a longbow on his back, and a short knife hanging from his waist came out in response. This Zeng Qinran noticed that the priest of the hunter temple who was the teacher of Pu De looked at all the high priests of the temples who died. A little bit of surprise, or in other words, as one of the participants, he was only pleasantly surprised when he saw this scene.
After all, it means they are one step closer to success.
"We've been fine so far."
"I hope we can continue to do well."
"So, I want to put an end to all hidden dangers."
Kirk said in a low voice.
"clear."
"I assure you, they have a loyalty to you that no one else has!"
Horace, who knew it well, bowed to Kirk, and then rushed out to clap his hands.
Crack, crack!
With a crisp sound, a group of people walked in.
They are tall, short, fat, thin, age, and face are all different.
But the only thing in common is that their figure and age are very similar to those of the dead high priests around them, and even their faces are somewhat similar.
These people knelt down in front of Kirk one after another.
"High Priest."
they shouted in unison.
"Um."
Kirk looked at these kneeling people with satisfaction, and winked at Horace.
Immediately Horace sprang into action.
In his hand was a box full of various small items.
It contains glue, hair, foundation, and more.
He meticulously put on makeup for the people in front of him.
People who themselves were very similar to the dead high priests became almost exactly the same after Horace's make-up.
Seeing familiar faces standing up one after another, Kirk couldn't help showing a smile.
This is a genuine smile.
Because, everything is as he expected.
And, he got off to a perfect start.
he.
Will be the final victor of this battle.