Soren's Dream!

The night was colder than ever before.

The cold wind blowing from the Misoda Canyon carried a faint, chilling sound.

Milan, carrying a jar of crushed herbs, slowly walked into the front of the temple. She heard the painful groans of the wounded and Selena 'Elder Sister soft words of comfort. The air was thick with the smell of blood; blood-stained bandages lay scattered on the ground, along with a faint odor reminiscent of disinfectant. In a corner of the temple lay several wounded men. The town's Garrison, Mokad, sat leaning against a temple pillar, a bloody gash on his left arm, his Longsword strapped to his hand.

This was left behind by the Gnoll!

Near the Misoda Canyon, there has always been a fearsome Gnoll that worships Yenogu Demon Lord of the 422nd Layer of the Abyss [Gnoll King Yeenoghu. These Gnoll are extremely difficult to deal with, and their struggle against them has never ceased since their half -Gnoll Half-Elf tribe migrated here.

Oh, right.

This is a town of Half-Elf.

Many of the people in front of us look similar to humans, but in fact they are all Half-Elf. However, their Elf bloodline is relatively diluted, and most of the town's residents currently have less than a quarter of Elf blood.

"Damn Gnoll!"

A town guard let out a painful growl as his wound reopened in anger. The medic attending to him immediately told him not to move, otherwise the bleeding would not stop.

Milan, who is only sixteen years old this year, walked forward with her head down.

Because she was Half-Elf, she looked very petite, only about the height of a twelve or thirteen-year-old human girl. However, she was naturally agile, and many people in the town were quite skilled.

Milan.

A deep male voice rang out, and the tall garrison officer stopped cleaning his weapons, walked up to the little girl, and said, "Go inside and see if your father succeeded."

The little girl nodded obediently, put down the medicine pot, and walked towards the back of the temple.

There was a deathly silence behind the temple.

This place is dedicated to Kst, the God of Half-Elves and Rogues, who is the successor to Max God of Thieves. Because the realm of shadows fell into the hands of the Lord of Shadows, Kst, the God of Half-Elves and Rogues, had to rely on his own race to bring the weak realm of the Half-Elf under his Portfolio. From that time onward, his faith began to spread widely among the Half-Elf Half-Elf, and his priests became an important force within their ranks.

There is a Prayer Room at the back of the temple.

Milan approached cautiously, then gently pushed the door open and entered.

Kneeling inside was a middle-aged man dressed in a priest's robe. Before him was an exquisite shrine, in which stood a statue of the ' God of Half-Elves and Rogues '.

"My Lord Kst!"

"You are the guide of the Rogue, the Protector of Half-Elves!"

"Your humble follower Bernil-Kassadic begs for your response!... I beg you to grant divine magic to aid my people!... The gnolls are ravaging our homeland!... They worship the demon lord of the bottomless abyss [King of the Gnolls] - Yenogu!... My people have suffered heavy losses!... Many brave warriors have fallen beneath the claws of the gnolls!..."

"Our great My Lord!"

"Your humble believers beg for your help!... Your followers need your divine Divine Magic for healing and protection!..."

"My Lord Kst!"

"Your humble servant begs for your response!... If you Listen my voice!... I beg you to guide us!... Many of our people have already fallen!... We appealed to the Church in Falling Leaf City for help!... But we received no response!... We lack food, we lack weapons, we lack Warrior!..."

"If you do not respond to your servant's prayers, everything here will likely be destroyed by the war!..."

Prayer turned into weeping.

The middle-aged man knelt before the statue of the god, looking as if he had lost his faith and his soul.

"Dad!..."

Milan's eyes were slightly red. She quickly went over to help the swaying middle-aged man, and large tears streamed down her face.

My father has been kneeling for three whole days.

For the past three days, he has neither eaten nor drunk anything, constantly praying for a Deity response, but has received no reply whatsoever.

There was no Divine Magic, no response. Even the temple's radiance was gradually fading. The Gnoll Bastan had fallen in battle, Boro had fallen, and Uncle Calado had fallen. His once incredibly powerful father, the father who had saved so many Hit Points, was now completely reduced to an ordinary man. He could no longer cast any Divine Magic, no longer heal the wounded, and no longer protect the town.

My father is in great pain!

Milan knew very well how much he loved this town he had built with his own hands, and she knew that her father was willing to give everything for it, including his own Hit Points.

But now everything will be destroyed by war!

The Gnoll ' frenzied attack inflicted heavy losses on them, while Orc from the other side of the mountains were also stirring, and giant Ogre footprints appeared on the edge of the area.

They lost the protection of the Deity and the Divine Magic of the priests.

Their losses in battle began to increase exponentially, and relying solely on herbal treatments would only lead to more and more Warrior falling!

My father is in great pain.

He prayed to the Deity again and again, but there was still no response.

"Milan!..."

The middle-aged man turned around and glanced at his lovely daughter. His eyes were bloodshot. He raised his hand and gently stroked the Half-Elf girl's smooth, long hair, then stood up with a slight stagger.

Clang!

The father drew his Longsword and walked step by step to the corner of the wall, where he put on a Half-plate made of forged steel.

He hadn't worn armor in a long time.

Milan slowly walked over and carefully helped her father put on his armor. She understood what her father wanted to do. As a once incredibly powerful priest, he had lost all his Divine Magic and could only rely on this to fight.

"Tomorrow you will leave with them to Falling Leaf City, our capital. There, you will be welcomed and protected."

"I'll cover the retreat with the others!..."

Her father's voice was resolute, and his tone, so resolute as if facing death, brought large tears to her eyes.

Falling Leaf City, Broken Bone Heights.

A squad of fully armed Half-Elf Warrior camped here, lit a bonfire, and sat around it with somewhat forlorn and sorrowful expressions.

"Hold on!"

"Bacalo!... You must hold on!... Don't die!... Cleric Fina will save you soon!... You must hold on!..."

The Warrior's suppressed, painful cries of grief.

A faint smell of blood filled the air. A wounded man lay on the ground, his ribs caved in, and his breathing was very weak. With such severe injuries, it would be difficult to save him with medicine alone.

On the other side of the campfire.

A Half-Elf woman with long golden hair knelt on the ground, holding a lifelike statue in her palm, and prayed devoutly, "My Lord Kst!"

"You are the guide of the Rogue, the Protector of Half-Elves!"

"Your humble servant begs for your answer!... The warrior who fought to protect your faith is dying!... He single-handedly slew six Gnoll!... He has defeated Ogre, Orc, and Vampire!... He fought bravely to protect your glory!... Now he is dying!... Your humble servant Fina begs for Divine Magic to heal him!... If you can hear my plea!... Please guide me!..."

Tears fell, drop by drop.

The painful groans beside my ear grew fainter and fainter, the heaving chest gradually stopped, and the breathing slowly disappeared.

The young Half-Elf girl stood up, her eyes filled with tears, looking up at the starry sky, but seeing no light.

Faith is crumbling.

She approached the fallen warrior like a zombie, knelt down, and gently stroked his cold cheek, tears streaming down her face. She sobbed uncontrollably, "Brother!... I'm sorry!... I'm so sorry!..."

The Surface World, the Spider Forest.

"Ah!!!"

Soren suddenly sat up, covered in sweat, his chest heaving violently, his heavy breathing echoing, making him feel like a bellows.

"What's going on?!"

Soren's expression was bizarre. He pressed his hands to his temples and muttered, "Why is this happening? Why would I have such a dream!..."

"Why does everything in my dream feel so real!..." (To be continued~^~)