Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 33:

After the fierce battle, no matter what everyone needs to rest, even if Baron Dahl did not participate in the battle, he felt tired because of the tension when watching the battle and needed a good rest.

Now it's the servants' turn to work, they are in groups, searching in the goblin tribe.

There are two targets for the search. The first is to see if we can find anything of value, and the second is to find out if there are any fish that escaped under the swords and guns of the soldiers, so as to eliminate the roots.

For individual servants, the former is more important, while for Darling, the latter is more important. After all, the reproduction speed of this ghost thing is too fast.

"It went well today." Inside the marching tent, the knight in charge of the actual command of today's battle reported to Baron Dahl, "No more than ten goblins will escape. They are located at the end of the tribe, and they ran away at the beginning. At that time, we couldn’t separate the manpower to hunt down."

"Only ten, just run away." Baron Dahl waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "This icy and snowy land, they may not be able to live long if they escape. Even if they survive the winter by chance, it will be less than ten. What did the goblins do? If nothing else, for at least three to five years, the goblins in our territory will no longer gather a large number. After all, chiefs and shamans will never appear often. "

He is right. Goblin is only a relatively weak one among the monsters. Without the leadership of goblin chiefs or shamans, they can only maintain a scale of no more than a hundred. No matter how big they are, they will be affected by those powerful monsters After all, the goblins are also in their recipes. If the number is small, they may not work hard for these small things that are not easy to catch, but as long as the number is large enough, if you can get a round belly with one hard work, I believe those powerful monsters will definitely not mind specially. Run for a while.

"It's weird to say, this time the goblin shaman is nothing, what is going on with that goblin chief?" said a knight, "I have never seen it 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. He couldn't help but smile. "Look, someone has already ran to study it."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to study it." The knight who just came in shook his head and said, "I saw that group of people from the Masked Void Church dragged its body to the altar, saying that this kind of strange enemy can be taken Come as a sacrifice"

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

Everyone looked at each other, but thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing wrong with the believers who have worked so hard to kill a powerful monster, and it seems reasonable to use its corpse as a sacrifice. At least war churches and the like seem to do this.

It's just that a priest of pure good deity also does this, which makes people feel that the style is a bit wrong.

The same thing who thinks the style is wrong is the military mage. He doesn’t mind the sacrifices of the priests of the Masked Void Church. Anyway, his share of the spoils has been given the arm of the goblin chief, and Its heart, for research, has these two parts almost enough, and more is a waste. But he was also surprised that the Masked Void Church also engaged in such **** sacrifices, so that he couldn't help but ask.

"Then what do you think we should use to sacrifice?" Priest Kabbalah finished the sacrifice, bathed in the warm light with the church members, and then asked with a smile.

The mage pondered for a while and said, "The first wheat harvested in autumn?"

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

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

"That is an offering for your majesty the goddess of wealth."

"Pray every day when the sun just rises?"

"My friend, can you stop thinking about it!" Priest Kabbalah couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "Don't forcefully compare the situation of other deities in other churches with us. Our Majesty is an easy-going deity. 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, only whether the sacrifice contains the three factors of sincere prayer, hard work, and just harvest."

The wizard with the army suddenly realized, and nodded slightly.

If only those three factors are included, the results of this group of priests' crusade against monsters naturally belong to the content that can be sacrificed. And among the results of their battle today, the most worthy of boasting is that the goblin chief who can become a giant, and it is reasonable to take his corpse as a sacrifice.

No wonder this sacrifice was very successful. As the sacrifice disappeared, the warm holy light fell like raindrops, which not only made them fully recovered from fatigue, but also flashed light and joy in the eyes of many people. Your Majesty's Reward from Masked Void ~IndoMTL.com~ At this moment, a glow suddenly flashed above the altar, and a broad sword that was so wide that ordinary people could only 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 rejoice that this is clearly a prize given by Majesty the Void!

Everyone's eyes fell on the paladin who was as strong as a bear, because the style of this sword was almost exactly the same as the one he was using.

"Please treat me after I go back!" A paladin who had a good relationship with him couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, a treat!" The other paladins also booed.

The strong paladin chuckled, nodded repeatedly, prayed to the altar first, and then carefully held the sword in his hands. He held the hilt of the sword and tried to swing it a few times, feeling that the sword was light and heavy, and it was indeed made by a great god. It was better than his own big sword that took several years of savings to build. Where to go!

"This sword really fits your hand!" He said happily, "There is nothing wrong with size, length, or weight. It's as easy to use as a part of my body!"

"Go to the side, find a stone and try it." The elderly pastor suggested, "The weapon that your majesty bestows cannot be as simple as putting your hands together."

The stalwart paladin took it seriously. He walked to a large rock next to him, clenched the sword in both hands, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. It condensed as much as possible and slashed out with one sword.

The broad sword slashed on the stone, and there were no sparks or bounces. Instead, it was like cutting a piece of wood that was not very hard. There was a slight obstruction, but it was smoothly cut in. Cut in at least a foot deep.