Hunter Zachary noticed Mia next to Arwen. He was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise.
"You... are you Temple of Melitele's nun Mia?"
"Oh, Goddess Bless Melitele, it's great to see you here. It's very dangerous here. Why are you here?"
Speaking of this, hunter Zachary looked at Arwen warily, and also noticed the dried blood on his body.
Arwen turned to look at Mia beside him, "Do you know him?"
Mia nodded repeatedly and said softly, "I know him. His hunting cabin is not far from the temple. Last year, his calf was injured by a wild boar, and I bandaged it for him. Oh, and his child was also delivered by Nenneke."
Hunter Zachary saw that the two of them spoke familiarly and it was not a hijacking as he suspected, so he touched his head to cover up his embarrassment and said with a smile.
"Mia, if you pick me up like this, how can I see anyone in the future?"
"Mr. Zachary, this is..." Mia stretched out his hand to where Arwen was.
"Raven." Arwen said first.
"Mr. Raven, my... friend, we are here to hunt this Wyvern on the order of the lord."
"Wyvern?"
Hunter Zachary's eyes showed shock. He looked at the huge corpse behind Arwen, and then looked at the corpses around him. His brain immediately shut down.
After a long time, he came back to his senses, focused his eyes on the ferocious Royal Wyvern head again, and screamed.
"By the gods, by the plague, my God, it's really Wyvern, you actually killed this beast!?"
The sun gradually climbed higher into the sky.
The sun shines on Arwen's black cloak.
He was riding a mare and walking slowly on a dirt road beside a small river.
The river surface is sparkling, the branches of weeping willows are swaying in the wind, and the banks of the river are covered with dense and tangled blackberry bushes.
Behind him, a carriage followed, and the sound of horses snorting kept coming.
Mia rode a gray gelding, and hunter Zachary and his companions drove the gelding and pulled an open-air carriage with two wheels.
Lying on the carriage was the body of Royal Wyvern.
A gelding is a castrated male horse with a gentle temperament and is often used for transportation.
As everyone walked through a curve, the sight blocked by weeping willows gradually opened up. The sound of horse hooves beside them accelerated, and Mia came to Arwen's side.
"It's just ahead."
Arwen Raising his forehead, between the weeping willows on both sides, there is a palace made of marble, with huge circular arches and white stone walls carved with forest birds and beasts.
Directly in front of the palace, there is a circular pond made of alabaster.
Els Castle in the elf period, Temple of Melitele today.
The location of the temple is quite remote, far away from the town, but there is a crowd gathering at the door. I just glanced at it and found that there were at least hundreds of people.
The boiling noise could be heard far away, and the door of the temple was closed tightly.
Obviously, the crowd gathered at the door were not devout believers.
"Infanticide, vicious witch!"
"Get out of Kaedwen! Get out of Town of Frankenthal!"
"You are not welcome here!"
Arwen looked coldly and whispered, "What's going on?"
Mia sighed, "Temple of Melitele has not been peaceful recently because..."
Mia Before he finished speaking, the voice in front became louder and louder.
A red-robed priest walked up to the protesters and walked up the steps in front of the temple door.
He opened his arms, looked pious, and said loudly.
"Oh, folks, Melitele was once a sacred place where the goddess who symbolized life was worshiped."
"But now they have fallen, they have turned their backs on their faith, and they have brutally murdered the child in a mother's womb."
"Poor Shana finally died of grief and anger."
"Brave friends, who else can stand up for Shana now? Only us!"
"Who can prevent our wives and children from being poisoned by them in the future!"
"Only us!"
"We shouldn't protest outside the door, as this will only embolden their arrogance!"
"We should break into the temple of the evil god, drag these deceivers out, and send them to the stake!"
"Baptize with fire! Purify with fire! Be reborn with fire!"
The pastor's voice was excited, his face flushed, and his magnetic voice infected every man present.
"Kill! Burn this to ashes!"
"This is a place for non-humans. These witches must have made an agreement with non-humans to stay here."
"That's right, they bewitch my wife. She always comes here a few days a month, saying she doesn't feel well, praying, and not going to work in the fields. It's just bullshit!"
"She is going to kill our children!"
"Kill them and make this blood flow into a river!"
The protesters raised pitchforks and flails, and some picked up stones on the ground and threw them at the temple gate, shouting insults.
"Come in and kill... who the hell pushed me!"
A man in coarse linen clothes shouted, and his body was pushed aside with great force.
A tall figure squeezed into his sight, his black cloak stained with dried blood, and the giant sword behind his back emitted a cold light.
The insults that reached his mouth were swallowed immediately, and he looked at the other party with a blushing face as he broke through the crowd and walked straight to the red priest.
The priest in red looked at him, his eyes filled with wrinkles, and said loudly.
"Righteous knight, are you here to eradicate evil?"
The man in black raised his forehead, and under the black hood, a pair of wild beast's vertical pupils appeared.
The red-clothed priest looked horrified, and a silver-nailed glove was poked out from under the opponent's cloak like lightning, and the disgusting smell of blood swept over him.
The loose collar was grabbed by five fingers, and the flame pendant around his neck was torn off and scattered on the ground.
"Ah..." the red priest screamed, and his strong arms dragged him down the steps.
"Let me go... monster..."
"Come and help me! He belongs to the evil god..."
Arwen loosened his left hand, raised it upward, and clasped the red priest's jaw with a slight force.
"Crack."
There was a sound of a dislocated jaw.
The priest in red was in pain, hesitating and making vague sounds.
The protesters gathered around, and a pitchfork suddenly pointed at Arwen.
"Stop, where are you taking our priest?"
Arwen stared at him. He was tall and strong, with strong forearms. Although he was wearing a coarse cotton coat, there was absolutely no way that a tenant farmer could afford to support this muscular body.
Arwen put his right hand over his shoulder, pulled out the giant sword, and pointed it directly at the man.
"Get out of here."
The indifferent voice made the "sharecropper" swallow his saliva.
"Don't think you..."
A green spiritual power shot out of Arwen's eyes.
The "sharecropper"'s eyes became dull, "I... just get out of the way..."
"This gentleman... just wants to speak to the pastor..."
The crowd of protesters were frightened by Arwen's momentum and silently gave way to a passage.
The priest in red struggled desperately with his hands, still asking for help, making inarticulate sounds.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Horse hooves were heard from behind the crowd, it was Mia and hunter Zachary driving over.
Zachary and his companions jumped out of the carriage, loaded their bows and arrows, and looked at the crowd warily.
Arwen grabbed the red priest and walked all the way to the carriage, lifting him up like a chicken.
The other party kept sobbing, and his eyes were begging for mercy.
Arwen's forearm exerted force and pressed his head heavily on the wooden board of the carriage, and his face was squeezed until it was deformed.
The priest in red has bulging eyes.
The ferocious lizard-like head was sticking out its broad tongue, and above its fangs was a dead, violent eyeball, staring at him coldly.
"Ugh..."
The red priest's eyes rolled up, his body trembled violently, his trouser legs were wet, there was a foul smell, and he passed out.