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After a fierce battle, everyone needs to rest. Even Baron Dahl, who did not participate in the battle, felt tired due to the tension while watching the battle and needed a good rest.

Now it was the servants' turn to work. They formed small groups and searched the goblin tribe.

There are two goals in the search. The first is to see if anything valuable can be found, and the second is to find if there are any fish that have narrowly escaped under the swords of the soldiers so that they can be eradicated.

For individual servants, the former is more important, but for Darling, the latter is more important - after all, the reproduction speed of goblins is too fast.

"The battle went smoothly today." Inside the marching tent, the knight responsible for actually commanding today's battle reported to Baron Dahl, "There will be no more than ten goblins escaping. They are at the very back of the tribe and escaped at the beginning. We There was no manpower available to hunt them down.”

"There are only ten of them, just run away." Baron Dahl waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "They may not survive long if they escape in this ice and snow. Even if they are lucky enough to survive the winter, there will be less than ten goblins. How can we do anything? If nothing happens, the goblins in our territory will not gather in large numbers for at least three to five years. After all, chiefs and shamans will not appear often. "

He was right. Goblins are only a relatively weak type of monsters. Without the leadership of a goblin chief or shaman, they can often only maintain a size of no more than a hundred. No matter how big they are, they will be spotted by those powerful monsters - —After all, goblins are on their diet, too. If the number is small, they may not work hard for these small things that are fast and difficult to catch, but as long as the number is large enough and they can get through it with just one effort, I believe those powerful monsters will not mind going out of their way to catch them. Run once.

"It sounds strange. This time it's just the goblin shaman. What happened to the goblin chief?" a knight said, "I've never seen anyone grow so big!"

"Yeah, I haven't seen it either." The other knight nodded, then looked around and found that the mage was not in the tent, and couldn't help but smile, "Look, someone has already run to study it."

"I'm afraid it can't be studied." The knight who just came in shook his head and said, "I saw the group of people from the Church of the Void Mask dragging its body to the altar, saying that this kind of strange enemy could be used as a sacrifice. Sacrificial offerings…”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and a quasi-knight who seemed to have just grown up asked in surprise: "Isn't Void Mask a pure and kind god? Why do you still accept blood sacrifices?"

Everyone looked at each other, but after thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be nothing wrong - the believers had worked so hard to kill a powerful monster, and it seemed reasonable to use its body as a sacrifice. At least the Church of War and the like seem to be doing this.

It's just that a holy priest of a pure and kind god does this, which makes people feel a bit - the style is wrong.

The same person who felt that the style of painting was wrong was the military mage. He didn't mind the sacrifices of the priests of the Church of the Mask of the Void. Anyway, he had already obtained his share of the spoils - an arm of the goblin chief, and it For the heart, these two parts are almost enough for research, and any more is a waste. But he was also surprised that the Church of the Mask of the Void also engaged in such bloody sacrifices, so he couldn't help but ask.

"...Then what do you think we should use for sacrifice?" The Kabbalah priest finished presiding over the sacrifice, bathed in the warm holy light with his fellow believers, and then asked with a smile.

The mage thought for a moment and said, "The first handful of wheat harvested in autumn?"

"That's the ceremony of the Church of the Harvest Goddess."

"The first money you earn every month, or the first coin in your salary bag at the end of the month?"

"That is a sacrifice to His Majesty the Goddess of Wealth."

"A prayer every day when the sun just rises?"

"...Friend, can you please stop thinking wildly!" The Kabbalah priest couldn't bear it anymore, shook his head and sighed, "Don't compare the situation of other gods in other churches with us. Our Majesty is an easy-going god. He He believes that as long as it is the result of hard work, it can be used as a sacrifice. He does not care what is offered, but only cares about whether the sacrifice contains the three elements of sincere prayer, hard work and legitimate harvest.”

The military mage suddenly understood and nodded slightly.

If only those three factors were included, the results of these priests' victory over monsters would naturally be content that could be sacrificed. Among their achievements today, the one worth boasting the most is the goblin chief who can turn into a giant. It is reasonable to use his body as a sacrifice.

No wonder this sacrifice was a success. As the sacrifice disappeared, the warm holy light fell like raindrops. Not only did they completely recover from their fatigue, many people also had sparkles and joy in their eyes, presumably because they had obtained the Mask of the Void. Your Majesty's reward.

At this moment, there was a sudden flash of light above the altar, and a broad sword that was so wide that an ordinary person could use both hands appeared out of thin air and landed on the ground next to the altar.

The priests were surprised at first, and then couldn't help but be overjoyed - this was clearly a prize given by His Majesty the Mask of the Void!

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the bear-like paladin, because the style of this sword was almost exactly the same as the one he was using.

"I want to treat you when I get back!" A paladin who had a good relationship with him couldn't help but said with a smile.

"Yes, treat us!" The other holy warriors also followed suit.

The sturdy holy warrior laughed and nodded repeatedly. He first prayed to the altar, and then carefully held the sword with both hands. He held the hilt of the sword and tried to swing it a few times. He felt that the sword was light and heavy, and it was indeed worthy of being made by the great gods. It was much better than the big sword he had saved for several years!

"This sword fits my hand!" He said happily, "Size, length, weight... There is nothing wrong with it. It is as easy to use as a part of my body!"

"Go to the side and find a stone to try." The old priest suggested, "The weapon given by His Majesty cannot be as simple as just fitting my hand."

The sturdy holy warrior agreed with him, walked to a big stone next to him, held the sword tightly with both hands, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then used the fighting spirit that he had just realized after the battle today, condensed it as much as possible, and chopped it out fiercely with a sword.

When the broadsword hit the stone, there was no spark flying or bouncing back. Instead, it was like hitting a not-very-hard piece of wood. There was a little resistance, but it still went in smoothly, cutting in at least a foot deep in one go.