Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 179 The God of Suffering
With the death of the leader of the gnolls, the next battle will be much easier.

With the remote support of magic, the number of gnolls gradually decreased, and soon they couldn't bear the fear of magic in their hearts, and they scattered in a crowd crying and howling.

In order to prevent possible dangers, Brian did not waste too much of his arcane energy, but used zero-ring tricks that consumed almost nothing to accurately kill these evil humanoid creatures one by one.

When the remaining two or three Gnolls escaped the attack range, he stopped directly.

Of those who survived, only a few lightly wounded fighters came to thank him.

It may be because the wizard's reputation on the mainland is not very good, or it may be because he is afraid of his strength, even if he thanked him, he did not dare to get too close.

After the leader, the middle-aged monk, also dealt with the last Jackal, he was busy among the wounded, treating their wounds.

Brian didn't care. He put away his weapon and looked at the group of civilians not far away. They were old and young, big and small, there were barefoot girls, and women with babies in their arms.

These people seemed to be living near Greenwood Town, carrying a lot of things with their families, and seemed to be planning to move.

Without them talking, Brian can easily guess what happened.

It was simply because the people from the plundering mercenary group burned, killed and looted Greenwood Town and the nearby villages, making it more and more dangerous, so the people from the 'Sparrow Party' escorted these refugees to a safe place.

If they hadn't met him, most of them would have died at the mouth of the wolf man.

Moreover, to his slight surprise, after the battle, the group of civilians did not show any strong emotion towards the dead.Instead, they dealt with their wounds in an orderly manner, sorted out the relics of their dead companions, and silently cleaned the battlefield, searching for weapons or equipment that could be used by humanoid creatures.

For this group of people, death seems to have long been a habit, and it is not surprising.

He saw a haggard and numb woman, kneeling on the ground, holding a sharpened wooden stick tightly in her hands, pawing the soft soil on the ground with a gloomy expression.

On the ground beside her, there was a baby who had long been breathless.

In the battle just now, he saw with his own eyes that in order to protect the baby, the woman lay on the ground, tightly protected the baby under her body, and exposed her back to the sharp claws of the wolf man.

Although the jackal was killed by him with magic in time, the woman who was trapped in the shadow of the fear of the jackal did not get up for a long time, and eventually accidentally suffocated her child to death.

He also saw a warrior who had been ripped open by the wolf man's sharp claws. Most of his white intestines were exposed to the air. He was lying on the ground moaning in pain. His companion mercifully took his life away with a sword. All valuables were stripped from him.

A barefoot man claimed his boots, a pale young man took his dagger and longsword, and the broken leather armor and helmet were divided by two other less wounded warriors.

At the same time, he saw an old man with dull eyes and a haggard look.

Leaning on a crutch, he ignored the dissuasion of a half-elf boy who was seriously injured just trying to save his life, and staggered towards Greenwood Town like a walking corpse, muttering to himself: Although there is a way to survive... but... I have no way to survive... now... I am the only one left... then let me... die closer to home.

"Sparrows are the most common and humble birds, and the members of our 'Sparrow Party' are the most common and humble people."

For some reason, looking at this group of ragged people with haggard faces, Brian couldn't help but recall this sentence.

He sighed, and was about to leave without a sound, but a timid and reassuring voice made him stop again.

He turned to see a little girl with braids and freckles running up, panting, holding a large bouquet of wildflowers.

"Thank you, Master Wizard." The girl summoned up her courage, raised her head, and said to him, "Thank you for saving me, my brother, and my mother. I picked some flowers for you."

"Thank you." Brian smiled slightly, took the girl's wildflowers, put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed them lightly, it smelled like chamomile, more bitter than fragrant.

"You are a good man." The girl added, tugging at her braids, "I don't believe what my mother said at all. My mother said that I should not be near you, because wizards will search for children with magical talents. Snatched from parents by force, then subjected to inhumane experiments, and the next day, the body of the child will be floating in the sewer of the town, but you don't look like an evil wizard at all."

The girl finished speaking in one breath, and ran away without looking back, her pigtails swaying happily behind her.

Brian watched the girl leave, looked at the bouquet of chamomile in his hand, and smiled slightly.

"Master Wizard, are you going to Greenwood Town?" At this moment, a half-elf boy holding a long bow came over and asked.

"That's right." Brian nodded slightly. Standing in front of him was a half-elf boy with blood-stained linen bandages wrapped around his thin shoulders. Looked a little haggard.

Brian could tell that this half-elf boy was seventeen or eighteen years old at most, but in the battle just now, he used the longbow in his hand to shoot three Jackals to death in a row.

Undoubtedly, this little guy had either been trained as a ranger, or he came from a family of hunters. Judging from his bow and arrow shooting posture, Brian was more willing to believe that it was the former.

Moreover, if it wasn't for saving an old man, he would have shot and killed even more enemies.

"There are many evil mercenaries wandering around Green Forest Town, you must be careful." The half-elf boy reminded.

"I see, thank you for reminding me." Brian nodded, suddenly remembered something, so he asked again: "I want to ask, isn't Greenwood Town a Tasha town? Why does your king allow mercenaries to burn Kill and loot."

In fact, he had already guessed the reason, but he still wanted to confirm it with these parties.

"Because Sir Durymore said that all the residents of our Greenwood Town are in collusion with the elves of the Dusk Forest, so he treats us all as the accomplices of Green Chaos." The half-elf boy lowered his head and stared at his own face. Feet, said in a rather sad tone.

"That's because our king can't afford the remuneration of the mercenary group, so he allows them to burn, kill and loot in Greenwood Town." A soldier who was wrapping a bandage on his arm said through gritted teeth.

This trick really serves multiple purposes, not only does not need to pay a commission, but also serves as an example to others, Brian looked at him thoughtfully, thinking.

After all, with the outbreak of the war between the elves and the Tasha people, the elves, half-elves, dwarves, and gnomes living in Greenwood Town, the non-human races who live in the same disease, will definitely support them, secretly sending them food and replenishing manpower.

The purpose of the Tasha people doing this is to warn those non-human races who live in human cities and try to shelter the elves, and this is their fate.

"Then, have you ever sheltered the Green Chaos in the Dusk Forest?" He thought for a while, looked at the half-elf boy, and asked tentatively: "It can be seen from the posture of your bow and arrow that you have been an elf ranger before." training."

"Not at all!"

There was a blush on the pale face of the half-elf boy, and he argued with a raised tone:

"I learned the way of knight-errant from the elves in order to protect the people and protect them from gnolls, ogres, and kobolds and goblins."

As he spoke, he said sadly again:
But...not long ago, I saw the real evil again in Greenwood Town. As a ranger, I not only had to protect the civilians from being hurt by any kind of evil creatures, but also to protect them from being hung on trees, Pierced by a sword, he slowly bled to death.Protecting children from being slaughtered and thrown into wells, even cats that are about to be killed in burning houses are worth protecting..."

"So, you are from the 'Sparrow Party'." Bryan said.

"That's right." The young man nodded and admitted, "I am a member of the 'Sparrow Party', and our 'Sparrow Party' members are here to protect the civilians in the Moon Creek Valley, because they have no weapons and no one has taught them how to fight. They are vulnerable and helpless to evil humanoid creatures and plundering mercenary groups, I learned to fight and joined the 'Sparrow Party' just to let myself protect the most ordinary and humble people."

"Everyone is trying to live."

The monk who had treated the last wounded man came over. He bowed his hands and bowed his head, looking very sincere and respectful, "Thank you, Your Majesty Wizard, for your rescue."

"It's a little effort, don't be so polite." Brian clasped his hands together, replied modestly, and guessed: "If my prediction is correct, your excellency should be Master Deadwood."

"Your Excellency the wizard, you are exalted. You are not a master, but a rotten dead wood with no use." The monk replied solemnly, with a hint of helplessness in his calm tone.

"To be honest, I have respect from the bottom of my heart for anyone in your 'Sparrow Party'." Brian looked around, and said to the gray-clothed monk in a sincere tone: "So, I'm curious, you guys What is the road ahead?"

In fact, from the moment he heard about the organization 'Sparrow Party', he had already seen their future ending.

After all, this is an organization established by a group of the most ordinary and humble people. How could they survive without external assistance.

If this continues, there will be fewer and fewer fighters like the half-elf boy who can fight and protect, until the organization is completely disbanded.

"It's natural to go step by step."

The monk sighed, looking at the ragged people, a trace of confusion suddenly appeared in his resolute eyes, "We have tried our best to protect them, but what we can do is very limited. The lack of food makes them Lack of food and tight pockets left many people dying slowly of pain and disease."

"Master Kuchiki, although I can't help you with your urgent needs." Brian thought for a moment, looked at the monk's eyes full of bitterness and helplessness, and said:
"However, I can guide you 'Sparrow Party' to a path of salvation, allowing you to follow the footsteps of faith and save more suffering people in this world."

"The footsteps of faith?" The monk looked startled, guessed what he meant, and said with a wry smile: "Do you mean praying to the gods in the sky?"

"That's right." Brian nodded solemnly.

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a rotten dead wood appeared in his hand not far away. He looked at the monk and said slowly: "Have you heard of Irmat, the God of Suffering?"

Irmat, the god of suffering.

A deity who holds the portfolios of Endurance, Suffering, Martyrdom, and Fortitude.

This is a lawful and good deity. He is also known as the "Weeping God". His followers include the disabled, the oppressed, the poor, monks, paladins, slaves and serfs, etc. The humblest of men.

Although many people misunderstand the teachings of the "Weeping God" (and even mock his teachings), his church has many steadfast followers throughout the material world.

In this cruel and realistic world, many victims, sick, and poor depend on the relief of the Church of Ilmater to survive.

People in many areas respect the Church of the Weeping God, and his priests often receive a lot of generous assistance when they practice medicine for free everywhere.

Some people can't understand why anyone in the world would willingly suffer torture, so they often misunderstand the Church of Ilmater.

Those who despise the weak mostly think that the followers of the Weeping God are a group of weak people without scheme.

However, it is clear that these tyrants and scoundrels have underestimated these good believers.

Because the personality of the Weeping God seems to be very gentle, but when he is angry, he will also show an extremely violent and cruel side.

Especially for the evil one, he cares deeply about all the children and young lives in the world, and strikes down those who dare to harm the objects of his protection.

"Perhaps Irmaat, the God of Suffering, can help you out of your current predicament."

After Brian finished speaking, the dead wood in his hand floated in mid-air, and an unsheathed dagger was swung by him into a steel afterimage.

With the debris of dead wood flying in the air, in a moment, a wooden holy emblem engraved with 'pale hands bound by red rope' appeared in his hand.

He solemnly handed the holy emblem to the monk, and told him the teachings of the 'Weeping God':

"Remember:

Helping all the wounded in the world and bearing the suffering of others is the most sacred act.

If you suffer for others, Irmaat will provide you with the courage and strength to carry on.

No matter what pain and danger you encounter, you must stick to the right principles without wavering.

It is honorable to die for what is right.

Stand up against tyrants and stop all unjust atrocities..."

The middle-aged monk stretched out his trembling hands, and took the brand new wooden holy emblem that Brian handed over.

In a trance, he seemed to see a male human being covered in wounds and scars appearing in front of him.

His hairy body is criss-crossed with various scars, bleeding wounds, burns, and marks left by various tortures.

He also saw that the man's feet were already crippled, and his hands were badly injured.Only a loincloth surrounds His thin and small body.Although the top of his head is slightly bald, there is always a comfortable and gentle smile on his unremarkable face.

"Ilmat, the God of Suffering..." The middle-aged monk held the holy emblem tightly and muttered to himself.

Seeing this, Brian nodded slightly.

Immediately, he disappeared in the direction of Green Forest Town without looking back.

(End of this chapter)