Noble Emblem

The Frostwolf clan has always been an outlier in Waking City.

They are very powerful and loyal to Watking City, but everyone knows that the Frostwolf Clan is not, at least not now, from Watking City.

Their home will always be in the North, and this is just their temporary place to stay.

They live here as guests, so their status seems a bit embarrassing.

In the largest white house in the Frostwolf Clan's residence, the Winter Wolf Saint sat on the floor.

The houses built for them in Waking City are of high quality, and the building materials are all made of excellent marble, which is bright and shiny. Sitting on it, there was a cold feeling, which made her feel like she was back in the frozen north.

In front of her were three old men from the Frostwolf clan.

"Saintess, you decide when to return to the north."

"We've been out wandering for too long."

"The royal family of the North has put down the rebellion."

The three old men said one sentence each, and the atmosphere at the scene seemed a bit heavy.

"I also want to go back to the North." Saintess Winter Wolf said with some distress: "But the current royal family may not be willing for 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 Saint sighed: "The royal family doesn't need us to put down the rebellion. How could they let us, a clan that can threaten their rule, go back again?"

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 is not our home."

"But we can regard this place as our home." The Winter Wolf Saint sighed softly: "Three elders, we must accept the reality."

"What reality?" An old man slapped the ground angrily: "The reality of being dependent on others? We are the Frostwolf Clan, the Frostwolf Clan that has saved the world several times."

The Winter Wolf Saint looked at the elder who had spoken just now. Her eyes reflected a kind of light: "That is the legend of our ancestors, not ours. We are now an abandoned tribe that has lost our faith in gods."

As soon as these words came out, the three old people were so angry that they almost suffered a myocardial infarction.

"I know what you are thinking." The voice of the Winter Wolf Saint gradually became firmer when she spoke: "You feel that you are very irritated here and subject to a lot of laws and regulations in Watkins City. The reason is that a certain tribesman was raped by Watkins City a few days ago. The guard is in jail, and he is still someone’s grandson.”

One of the old men's face turned green, and the other two didn't look good either.

"He just touched a woman, and according to our customs in the north, there is no problem if he takes that woman home. We are Frostwolves..."

"But this is Woking City. It is the holy city of another god. If we really want to take it seriously, we can even be considered pagans." The old lady of the Winter Wolf Saint slapped the floor and angrily yelled: "You also know that we live under someone else's roof? If you do, , can you please be brave and don’t cause so much trouble! Don’t take other people’s tolerance for granted. There is still a dragon head on the wall outside. My intuition tells me that Pope Beta is already legendary.”

The three elders looked stern.

Now the Winter Wolf Saint feels a little headache: "I know what you are thinking, you just want to force me to gain more benefits for the clan."

The faces of the three elders were not very good-looking. The Winter Wolf Saint's merciless words directly stabbed them to shame.

"I think you have lost your qualifications as a saint."

One of the other senators said sadly: "The three of us have the right to remove you."

"It doesn't matter." The Winter Wolf Saint said coldly. She had completely lost confidence in the three elders. In the past two or three years, she had wiped her butt many times for the sake of her tribe, and every time she had to argue with the Holy Maiden Shirley of Watkin.

Every time she pulled it, she felt a little more shameless.

After several years, she was too embarrassed to see Shirley again.

She stood up and walked outside.

The three elders were silent behind them, with even some smiles on their lips.

Outside the door, the sun was shining brightly, and the tribesmen were walking around leisurely in the camp, even leisurely.

Although there are no white-capped snow peaks here, nor is there a comfortable cold air, it does have a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, the Winter Wolf Saint 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 tribe had already gathered.

There were also women holding tiny children.

Behind him, three senators chased 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 Saint glanced at him, said nothing, and stood on the high platform.

The three elders all had a feeling that something was terribly wrong.

When the clan members had almost arrived, facing a pair of slightly puzzled eyes, the Winter Wolf Saint said: "I'm calling everyone here this time. I have something very important to talk to you about."

The people below became quiet.

The three elders wanted to stop her, but the Winter Wolf Saint looked at them and the latter couldn't move.

After all, she is a saint. Even if the Winter Wolf has left, she is still much stronger than the three waning old men.

"I don't plan to be a saint anymore."

As soon as these words came out, the Frostwolf clan was in an uproar, and the surprised discussion suddenly started buzzing.

The Saint brought them to Waking 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 left, everyone knows this." Saint Winter Wolf said slowly: "So it is meaningless for me to continue to hold this position."

The Frostwolf clan suddenly 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 to take on the responsibility of a saint."

All the Frostwolves focused their attention on the three elders.

One of the elders felt that he could not continue like this and allowed the Winter Wolf Saint to continue talking.

He shouted from the side: "The Winter Wolf Saint has given up the honor of our Frostwolf clan and is willing to become a thug of the Wealth God Cult. Therefore, the three of us agreed that she must be relieved of her duties as a saint and replaced with a more suitable one." People come up and fight for more benefits for our Frostwolf Clan.”

All of a sudden, everyone in the Frostwolf clan was discussing louder.

What happened recently really made them feel a little aggrieved. The dignified Frost Wolf Clan was actually suppressed by a Wealth God Cult, and this was not accurate. Many people in the Frost Wolf Clan felt that their lives were quite unhappy.

"I like the prosperous world, and I like the peaceful environment." The Saint of the Winter Wolf said loudly: "But this requires strict laws to achieve this. We can see this in Waking City. Since we are in When you live here, you have to abide by the rules here.”

"But don't we need our tradition?" Another element shouted: "Is it wrong for a man to touch other women casually? Our custom is that women can fight back, instead of relying on others to get ahead."

"Let an ordinary woman fight with the warriors of the Frostwolf clan?" Saint Winter Wolf looked back at the elements with a sneer on her face: "Why don't you go fight with Pope Beta and Saint Shirley."

The veteran suddenly opened his mouth wide and had nothing to say.

The discussion below became louder and louder, and there were even signs of quarrels.

The Winter Wolf Saint 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 have given us another option. 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 just to force the Saint to communicate with the people in the Waking Temple to seek more benefits for their clan.

Waking City treats all races equally, but it is precisely because of the same treatment that makes them feel very unhappy.

"And I plan to stay in Waking 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. The tribesmen who agree with the elders’ ideas should follow them back to the north. The tribesmen who are willing to agree with my ideas and abide by the laws of Waking City should stay here with me.”

At this moment, the Frostwolf clan exploded, with surprise, fear, and confusion taking turns.

The Winter Wolf Saint walked down the high platform.

A senator stood in front of her, trembling with anger, pointing at the tip of her nose and cursing: "You are dividing the clan."

"It's better than going back with you and slowly perishing."

The Winter Wolf Saint turned around and left, no longer leaving the three of them.

As soon as she returned to her residence, she saw a priest from the Waking Temple standing in front of her house.

Did you receive the news so soon? The Winter Wolf Saint 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 dragon bones as a reward."

What a great reward.

The Winter Wolf Saint naturally knows how precious dragon blood and dragon bones are.

But the Pope is willing to take it out, which in itself represents the magnanimity of the other party. She didn't believe that this Waking Temple would be destroyed by a mere black dragon.

"Please tell the Pope that as a people under his rule, the Frostwolf Clan is happy to contribute to its homeland!"

The pastor who delivered the message was a little shocked when he heard this, but he quickly nodded and turned away.

The Winter Wolf Saint returned to the high platform. At this time, the clan members had not completely dispersed.

"Brothers and sisters, now an opportunity is before us. The Pope needs us to fight for him." Saint Winter Wolf shouted: "This is our best opportunity, as long as we fight with our heart this time, as long as we fight our best With all our strength, Waking City will definitely accept us as one of their own, instead of always being separated from us like this. Now... brothers and sisters who are willing to stay, join me on the city wall to defend."

"Those who want to follow the elders back to the north should pack their bags where they are."

"Now, let's go!"