V4.Chapter 3

Father is dead.

In order to cover their retreat, my father resolutely decided to personally lead the militia to stay behind. After more than 100 people stayed behind, less than ten people finally broke through and returned.

Father died honorably.

A militiaman who broke through the siege told Milan that her father never took a step back even though he was seriously injured, and that countless gnolls had died under his command.

Yes.

Even if he lost his magic, his father was still so powerful.

But he finally died.

Milan's heart was full of sadness, but she didn't cry, even though she was just a sensible little girl. She knew very well that the moment her father decided to stay, she already had the consciousness to face death in her heart. Otherwise, he would not have entrusted himself to Uncle Bam, and let him take him to Fallen Leaf City to seek help from the bishop who once guided his father's priest.

The hometown has been turned into ruins.

Milan is very aware of how much effort his father put into that place. He built this town with one hand, from a small village, it took a full twenty years to become a wealthy town now. But now everything has been destroyed by war, and my father finally chose to fight to the last moment to protect it.

Homes are destroyed.

They became homeless refugees. Even if Fallen Leaf City took them in, they could only temporarily settle in the abandoned temple. This temple, which served his father and believed in the gods all his life, was abandoned in a short period of time. With no priests praying and no believers serving, people seem to soon forget the existence of this god and have to face a more difficult fate. The situation in Leaf City is not good. Although Milan doesn't understand many things, she knows that there is not much food in the city.

In order to give priority to satisfying the soldiers who fought, these old and weak women and children have been drinking water porridge for three days.

There is still a little food in Milan.

It was given by the former bishop. He came here yesterday at noon and looked at Milan, who was kneeling in the prayer room of the temple. This senior priest who once served the god of half-elves and wanderers for half his life sighed. He told Milan that the gods had fallen, and no matter how she prayed, it was useless. The old man stared at the godless statue with vicissitudes of life. After leaving a little food, he turned and left here. Although he couldn't use divine arts, his fighting skills were still far superior to many soldiers.

Hunger makes Milan feel powerless.

This morning, she sneaked what little food she had left to a young mother who was nursing her baby. She saw with her own eyes the mother slashed her fingers with a dagger and then fed her baby with blood.

This scene is shocking!

It reminded Milan of her mother, who had died long ago, so she secretly handed her what little food she had left.

The prayer room is quiet.

Milan felt that her legs were numb.

She didn't know why she was kneeling here, maybe she felt a little bit of her father's mood at the moment.

The town is besieged by gnolls.

Father also knelt in the prayer room all day and night, praying for the response of the gods, hoping to regain the magic to save his homeland.

The bishop told her that the gods had fallen.

Milan knew this, because all the gods had lost their splendor, and she was a gifted little girl who had inherited her father's natural ability to perceive. If all this had not happened, it might not be long before she became a trainee priest, and then gradually took over her father's position and became the bishop in charge of a temple.

But that's probably many years.

Because she was a little playful, her father always spoiled her and rarely forced her to pray with him.

Milan is sad.

As a young girl, she is now surrounded by a fear of loneliness.

Uncle Bam was called up to fight. He had a wound on his arm when he saw him the day before yesterday, and today he doesn't know if it's life or death. No one comforted her, and no one had the energy to pay attention to a little girl at such a time. The eyes of everyone in the temple are full of fear, not knowing what will happen tomorrow, and what will happen in the future.

Milan feels powerless.

She is just a very ordinary little girl, and she can't do anything in the face of such a catastrophe.

So she can only ask the gods for help!

The bishop told her that the god of half-elves and wanderers had completely fallen. As a god, he had died, and he could no longer hear the prayers of believers.

But the little girl didn't give up.

She is not a priest of the god of half-elves and rogues, she is just a little girl who has the talent of a priest but has not yet officially decided on her faith. So she decided to pray to all the gods, no matter who can save them, she is willing to hand over her faith, life, and soul to this god, and she will fight and die to protect his glory all her life. !

Her beliefs are so strong.

So that she continued to persevere even when she didn't get any response for three days.

She prayed for the help of the gods, and prayed for the great gods to lend a helping hand to save these poor people. She was willing to give her everything for him, become his most loyal servant and follower, and worked hard to spread his glory all her life.

pity.

Still no response.

In this period when the catastrophe of the saints is coming, no god will pay attention to such an inconspicuous little girl, and their energy is all used to deal with the unknown future. Moreover, in the absence of any holy emblems, statues, or altars, the gods must pay their own divine power to listen to her call, and in this nearly abandoned temple, all her prayers and calls can only be Deliver to one place!

That is the existence that holds the priesthood of half-elves and wanderers.

………………

tired.

hunger.

sad.

Milan doesn't know why he is still insisting, what is he still insisting on!

She just knelt numbly on the ground, her petite body knelt down humbly, and kept praying to all the gods who might answer her prayers, praying for even the slightest hope!

pat.

A drop of crystal tears fell down her delicate and tender face. The little girl who had been strong and did not cry ever since she heard the news of her father's death in battle, could not help but burst into tears at this moment.

The eerie silence in the prayer room.

She could even hear her own tears falling to the ground, but that was when she almost felt hopeless.

A powerful will suddenly appeared in her mind!

Immediately after.

Some kind of great power directly crossed the space, causing a sacred name to echo in her mind, and her whole heart couldn't help shaking in an instant.

【Sauron】!