Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 445 True God
Emerald Fields, Horn Town.

"His Excellency High Priest!"

In the middle of the town, there was a street paved with gravel. The goblin believers on both sides bowed their heads humbly and gave way one after another.

The High Priest was a female goblin. She was wearing a neat black robe, the corners of which were lined with finely cut animal skins, and a silver symbol like 'one' was printed on her cuffs.

The expression of this unknown goblin priestess was extremely serious. She glanced at the other goblins in front of her, looked up at the dark sky, and said slowly: "Follow me into the temple to pray."

The temple located in the center of the town seems to have just been completed. Although it is not as magnificent as imagined, the overall structure is quite stable.

The walls around the temple are also blank, without any exquisite reliefs.

Perhaps, in the near future, the great achievements of the Goblin Patronus will be engraved on this blank wall.The goblin priestess thought to herself, looking at the blank walls of the temple.

Immediately afterwards, she involuntarily began to imagine in her mind how to perfectly engrave the goblin race on the wall to rise up and resist, and finally break free from the beautiful reliefs of bear goblins and hobgoblins.

A group of people walked slowly into the temple.

The interior of the temple is quite roomy for a goblin race of its size.

In the center is a beautiful, magnificent and lifelike statue.

The current idol is just a mortal thing, and it seems that there is no trace of divine power.

The goblin priestess knew very well that as long as they started to pray, the idol would be fully activated.

In the future, this statue will also serve as an important prop for the patron saint of goblins to receive prayers of faith.

The statue in the temple is Malvisa, the goblin wizard. She is wearing a black robe, and she is gazing calmly into the distance, as if she is looking at the future, and she seems to be guarding something.

Do not know why.

The goblin priestess felt an inexplicable sadness in those deep eyes.

As for the specific meaning of this sadness, she still couldn't understand it.

However, she knew very well that now was not the time to think about it.

The deification ceremony has begun.

The Word of Prayer has also been activated.

Now is the time for them to contribute.

The figure of the goblin priestess came to the statue, and as she knelt down slowly, many goblins behind her also knelt down on the ground.

In order to complete the ceremony of enshrining the gods, this statue needs to gather more power of faith.

With the beginning of praying the Holy Word, goblins from all over the world have been continuously providing the power of faith.

But this is just the belief provided by ordinary goblins, and it is not enough to support the completion of the entire god ceremony.

The truly pure and powerful power of faith will always be provided by the most devout priests.

And their group of goblin believers was cultivated by Malvisa from a young age.

Even though the former Malvisa was not a god, in their hearts, she was still a patron saint of the goblins.

In other words, when the ceremony of conferring gods is completed, these most pious goblins will become the first batch of priests of the goblin patron saint.

"My lord Martha!
You are the patron saint of the goblin race!You are the patron of the goblin race!You are the embodiment of wisdom!You are the pioneer leading the goblin race to a civilized society!
My lord Martha!

Your name will be hallowed among the goblins!You will be greater than any goblin ancestor!The wisdom of the goblins will become your might!The prosperity of the goblin race will make you stronger!
Thy kingdom shall shelter our souls!

……

My lord Martha!

Your kingdom will be exalted!Become a star in the sky!Always protect the goblins! "

…………

Accompanied by the sound of prayers, a faint radiance of divine power gradually appeared on the statue.

The sound of prayer echoed in the sky above Bugle Town, and all the goblins in the whole world couldn't help but look towards Bugle Town, then knelt down deeply on the ground, and prayed devoutly together.

The faint sacred radiance began to shroud, and under the influence of some unknown force, every sentence of prayer turned into an invisible torrent centered on the temple, and spread towards the entire world in all directions.

Work in a while.

Ragged voices began to appear in the neat prayers of Bugle Town, and as these voices gradually merged into the whole, the brilliance of the statue also gradually grew.

This voice that suddenly joined was the devout prayers of goblins from all over the world, and they were also contributing their weak power of faith to welcome the coming of the new god.

at the same time.

As the power of faith continued to grow, this powerful prayer word soon resounded over the emerald field, and even the nearby space seemed to tremble.

Right now!

Not only the goblins in the whole world, but also countless powerful professionals have sensed this powerful prayer word.

This kind of prayer seems to travel through time and space, and it is clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.

From the moment when the strong and gods in the whole world sense the holy words of prayer!

It is time to test this new god.

Because praying for the holy words is the most important part of the entire ceremony of conferring gods, this kind of holy words is more like announcing their status and responsibilities to the gods and powerhouses in the whole world.

If the holy word of prayer is not planned in advance through careful consideration, it may even inadvertently contaminate the realm of a certain god, and be attacked and retaliated wildly by it, and the final result will be a disaster and destruction.

The moment the holy word of prayer spreads all over the world, it means that a new god will appear.

However, the portfolios in the Pantheon are limited, which means be prepared to clash with other established deity portfolios.

It will be a never-ending battle until one side is completely wiped out.

After all, the new god is very fragile, but killing the new god is very likely to inherit the priesthood of the new god.

There is no god who does not want his divine power to become stronger, and all the competition for the priesthood is even more tragic than the battle of orthodoxy.

And, most importantly.

Conferring gods is an act that is very easy to be rejected, especially since the fame of conferring gods has not spread to all parts of the multiverse.

If an unknown god conferring ceremony is suddenly held, people in the whole world will not be able to recognize the existence of this new god.

Because no one knew the sudden appearance of the Conferred God, and no one knew the reputation of the Conferred God.

In other words, if your name is not even known to people in the neighboring villages, towns or cities, what qualifications do you have to become a god?

If the conferred god is forced, the conferred god will be affected by some incomprehensible rules and cannot become a true god at all.Even if it succeeds, it is nothing more than a false god that even the world cannot recognize.

On the contrary, if your name (regardless of bad name or good name) is heard by the gods, it will impress the abyss and hell.Then when you decide to become a god, other people will take it for granted and think that this person is qualified to become a god.

That is to say, when a god-conferring person with such a reputation decides to confer the gods and pray for the word to spread throughout the world.Those who fear you will give you strength, those who love you will give you strength, and even those who fear you will give you strength.

This kind of power may not be comparable to the power of faith, but its effect at the moment of conferring the gods is even more critical than the power of faith, although its effect is limited to this.

The more powerful the person, the greater the power they provide.

If your name can make all the gods feel jealous, it means that you have crossed another difficulty in conferring the gods.

That is why the first words in the Word of Prayer are: Our Lord Martha.

Because the first sentence of the holy words represents the name of the god after the conferment of the god.

No matter what she was called in the past, from now on, the goblin wizard Malvisa's name is: Martha, and this name is her god name.

At the same time, it is also telling the world that there is a person named Martha who is enshrining the gods.

…………

In a cemetery somewhere in Winter City.

"Martha?" A skinny old man in a smoky gray robe and cloak slowly stood up, staring at the north, and muttered to himself: "She has returned from reincarnation..."

Suddenly, the figure of the founder of Winter City appeared in his mind.

At this time, accompanied by the whistling wind of sorrow, a transparent skull with a hood appeared strangely in front of the skinny old man. This terrifying head was wrapped in a translucent gray robe and fluttered in the wind.

"My lord!" The skinny old man was startled, and knelt down on the ground facing the skull.

"Finally crossing, the reincarnation of the Lord of Winter has appeared, our promise has been fulfilled, take it to collect the debt from the godslayers." A voice of divinity echoed faintly in the heart of the skinny old man.

On the rotten ground, a real skeleton arm emerged from the ground, holding a quaint book strangely in its hand.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Facing the gust of wind screaming like a ghost, the terrifying skeleton arm slowly danced around in the cemetery, and fell in front of the skinny old man.

"Follow my lord's decree!"

The skinny old man took the simple and mysterious book respectfully, and bowed deeply in the direction where the skull disappeared.

"Death is just a part of life, there is no need to fear death, no need to avoid death...Death is not the end of the end, but a wonderful, never-ending reincarnation.

The great crosser, Kelemvor, the Lord of Death, will help everyone who is about to die, and let them walk the last journey with dignity..."

Facing the howling wind, the skinny old man limped slowly towards the Wizard Tower with a mysterious book.

Sept City, Temple of Mystra.

"Goblin patron saint, Martha." A priest in a blue robe with white lace gazing at the bright starry sky transformed by magic on the ceiling whispered.

For this name, the pastor is both familiar and deeply afraid.

But the goddess once issued an oracle: all plans related to the godslayer must not be acted without authorization.

I do not know how long it has been……

A band of pulsating blue and white light floated across the magical starry sky the priest gazed at.

The flickering blue and white light spots gradually transformed into the palm outline of a weak, elegant and incorporeal human female.

The slender fingers silently pointed at the priest kneeling on the ground, slowly making some gestures similar to casting spells, and seemed to be writing some obscure magic runes.

When the bright starry sky created by magic returned to calm, the priest kneeling on the ground stared at the bright starry sky and muttered to himself: "Keep neutral..."

Sept City, Temple of Knowledge.

"My lord Martha!"

"You are the patron saint of the goblin race!"

"You are the patron of the goblin race!"

"You are the embodiment of wisdom!"

……

A priest dressed full of scholarly looks stared in the direction of the emerald field, and slowly closed his eyes. He could hear countless prayers and holy words, echoing in the sky and spreading throughout the material plane over and over again.

This is a symbol of the birth of a true god!

When the priest heard 'Wisdom incarnate! ', the gentle eyes gradually became sharper, and the bookish aura suddenly burst out with fierce murderous aura.

"The incarnation of wisdom? Wisdom! The new god has meddled in the realm of our lord!"

The priest looked at the Knights of the Temple who had already prepared and were ready to go, and immediately took out a scepter that symbolized the majesty of the god.

He planned to open the portal and rush to the outskirts of the Forest of Tranquility.

However, when the milky white radiant portal was half opened, the priest holding the scepter was startled, turned around in a hurry, and knelt down towards the statue of the God of Knowledge.

The members of the Templar Knights behind them also knelt deeply on the ground.

"Wisdom is different from knowledge. True wisdom benefits the world. This is the embodiment of its ultimate value." The solemn voice of the God of Knowledge seems to echo in everyone's hearts from far to near.

The golden radiance of the statue gradually dimmed.

The priest with a chill down his spine slowly got up and dismissed the ready-to-go Templar Knights.

The deepest part of the Black Pearl Forest.

In the old oak forest.

An archdruid in green leather armor looked unwillingly at the fading pale green light in the oak forest.

After an unknown amount of time, the druid clenched his fists, as if he had made some difficult decision.

The moment he raised his head, his cloudy eyes became as sharp as knives, and a curved oak staff appeared out of nowhere in his hand, then he turned around quickly and looked coldly in the direction of the Serene Forest.

However, to his surprise, on a small hillside not far away, a half-elf woman with a clean and refined appearance stood there quietly, letting the breeze blow her smooth flaxen hair, giving people a sense of relief. Kind of dusty and quiet temperament.

"Nightingale! Are you here to stop me? Have you forgotten how many people sacrificed in the former Black Pearl Forest to restore it to its current state?! Have you forgotten how your family sacrificed themselves to save this forest! ?”

The oaken staff in the archdruid's hand pointed at the half-elf angrily, and roared crazily at her as if losing his mind.

The half-elf woman remained silent, a hint of sadness flashed through her pale green eyes, then she shook her head gently at the angry druid, turned and left.

The archdruid looked at the silent back of the half-elf, his expression suddenly became a little dispirited, and the anger in his heart disappeared without a trace for no reason.

In the end, dragging his exhausted body and leaning on his staff, he quietly disappeared into the depths of the forest.

A cool breeze blew by, and the old oak forest gently swayed its lush branches and leaves, making a rattling sound.

In the vibrant Black Pearl Forest, a large number of small animals and birds run and play carefree.

Insects buzzed and fluttered, lizards rustled underfoot, beetles shone iridescent, spiders crawled through dewy webs, woodpeckers pecked at tree trunks, grouse twittered.

This is simply a harmonious natural scene.

…………

(End of this chapter)