Cthulhu Gonfalon

After the fierce battle, no matter who needs a rest, even the Dal Baron who did not participate in the war, because of the tension during the battle, felt tired and needed a good rest.

It is now the turn of the servants to work, and they are in groups of three and five, searching in the Goblin tribe.

There are two targets for search. The first is to see if you can find anything of value, and the second is to find out if there are any fish that have escaped from the soldiers under the guns.

For the servant individual, the former is more important, and for Darwin, the latter is more important - after all, the breeding speed of the ghost of the goblin is too fast.

"Today is playing very well." Inside the marching tent, the knight responsible for actually commanding today’s battle reported to the Dal Baron. "There are no more than ten goblins. They are located at the end of the tribe and fled at the beginning. We At that time, there was no way to chase after killing."

"There are only ten districts. If you ran, you ran." Dar's Baron waved his hand and said indifferently. "It's ice and snow, and they may not be able to live for a long time. Even if they survived the winter, less than ten goblins, How can we do it? If nothing else happens, at least three or five years, the goblin of our territory will not gather a larger number. After all, the chieftain and the shaman will not always appear."

He said it well. The goblin is only a relatively weak one among the monsters. If there is no goblin chief or shaman, it can only maintain a scale of no more than one hundred, and then it will be seen by those powerful monsters. - After all, goblins are also on their recipes. If the number is small, they may not work hard for these little things that are not easy to catch, but as long as the number is enough, the hard work can be mixed once, I believe that those powerful monsters do not mind the special Run one time.

"It’s strange to say it. This time the goblin shaman is gone. What happened to the goblin chief?" A knight said, "I have never seen it become so big!"

"Yeah, I have never seen it." Another knight nodded, then looked around and found that the Master was not in the tent and couldn't help but smile. "Look, someone has ran to study it."

"I'm afraid I can't study it." The knight who just came in shook his head and said, "I saw the group of Void Masked Churches dragging their bodies onto the altar, saying that this strange enemy can be used as a sacrifice. Sacrifice offerings..."

The crowd stunned, and a quasi-cavaler who seemed to be just a grown-up was surprised to ask: "Is the void mask not a pure god? How can I accept a blood sacrifice?"

Everyone looks at each other, but when you think about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it. The believers have worked hard to kill a powerful monster, and it is reasonable to take its body as a sacrifice. At least the war church and the like seem to do the same.

It’s just that a purely sacred priest who does this is also a bit of a feeling – the style is wrong.

I also feel that the style of the painting is not right. From the military mage, he does not mind the sacrificial behavior of the false-faced church priests. Anyway, the trophy that belongs to him has already been obtained - an arm of the goblin chief, and it The heart, for research, these two parts are almost enough, and more is a waste. But he was also amazed at the fact that the Void Mask Church also made such a **** sacrifice, so that he could not help but ask.

"...then what do you think we should use to sacrifice?" The Kabala priest presided over the sacrifice, bathed the warm light with the church members, and then smiled and asked.

The mage pondered and said, "The first wheat harvested in the fall?"

"That is the ceremony of the Church of the Harvest Goddess."

“The first money I earned each month, or the first money in the salary bag at the end of the month?”

"That is the sacrifice for the goddess of wealth."

“Praying when the sun just rises every day?”

"...friend, can you not think about it!" The Kabala priest couldn't help it. He shook his head and sighed. "Don't compare other churches with other gods. We are an easygoing god. He I believe that as long as it is the result of hard work, it can be used as a sacrifice. He does not care about what is offered, but only whether the sacrifice contains three factors: sincere prayer, hard work and proper harvest."

With the military mage, this suddenly realized and gently nodded.

If only those three factors are included, the result of the priesthood's crusade against the monster is naturally a sacrifice. And the most commendable thing in their battle today is the goblin chief who can become a giant, and it is reasonable to take its body as a sacrifice.

It is no wonder that this sacrifice was very successful. As the sacrifices disappeared, the warm light of the sun fell like raindrops. Not only did they completely recover from fatigue, but many people also flashed the light and the joy, and they came to get the void mask. Your reward.

Just then, a sudden flash of light above the altar, a broad sword that was wide enough for ordinary people to use, appeared on the ground next to the altar.

The clergymen were shocked first, and then couldn’t help but be overjoyed – this is clearly a prize given by the Void Mask!

Everyone's gaze could not help but fall on the sturdy Saints, because the style of the sword is almost exactly the same as the one he is using.

"I want to treat you after I go back!" A samurai who had a good relationship with him couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, treat you!" Other holy warriors followed.

The sturdy samurai smiled and nodded, first prayed to the altar, and then carefully held the sword with both hands. He took the hilt and tried to wave a few times. He felt that the sword was light and hearty. It was really a great god. It was a big sword that he had built up for a few years. Where to go!

"This sword really works!" He said happily. "Size, length, weight... nowhere is not suitable. It is just as easy to use as part of my body!"

"When you get to the side, just try to find a stone." The older pastor suggested that "the weapon given by His Majesty can't just be as simple as joining hands."

The sturdy Saint Warrior took it for granted, walked to the side of a large stone, clenched his sword with both hands, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then picked up the vindictiveness that he had just realized after fighting today. Gathered together, a sword was cut out.

The broad sword was cut on the stone, and there was no sparkling or bouncing. It was like cutting a wood that was not very hard. It was slightly obstructed, but it was cut smoothly and cut into at least one breath. One foot deep.