Blood of the Unicorn

Hunter camp.

When Soren arrived here, he clearly felt a few hostile gazes. However, when the others saw the emblem he wore—a blood-stained beast claw—their hostility decreased significantly. At this point, Soren's appearance resembled a hunter active in the wilderness, with a rugged, burly, and powerful look, carrying a fierce and wild aura about him. The faith of Malar also spread among humans, but it was limited to those evil hunters.

Aside from that, only a handful of humans would choose to worship the God of Hunt.

"Rondeck!"

A burly orc appeared before Soren and the others. With a trace of blood stains on his body, he glanced coldly at Soren and asked, "How is it that only the two of you returned? Who is this human?"

Rondeck was that ogre hunter.

He glanced at the burly orc who seemed to be the leader, and said in a muffled voice, "We were attacked by the Elf Patrol Guard! Everyone else died."

"This is Soros!"

"A hunter from near the Misty Forest, and also a companion serving my Lord! If not for his help, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to return either."

Soros?

The burly orc glanced at Soren, his expression softening quite a bit, and then said, "Alright. You guys come inside. We have important matters to discuss later."

The church of Malar had a very narrow spread, not only geographically scattered but also racially mixed.

This point was His greatest flaw!

The internal church serving Soren had strict order, and basically the clerics and core members of the church were very clear about it, but the church of the God of Hunt could not achieve this. Therefore, His spread of faith crossed races, and the church operated more in scattered small collectives. Now, even when gathered together,