Heaven’s Intention

It was noon, under the sunshine. This time is the brightest time in this world.

A group of people trekked hard, and it could be seen that in only a week, there were a dozen or so less of the 300 people.

I can't go anymore, everyone is exhausted. A middle-aged mage thought, he is the supreme leader of this team, leading the failed family to relocate, this person's name is Haboba, a fifth-level mage.

Haboba sat on the carriage in some embarrassment, and the people around him staggered along.

In the distance, there is a hill, and the convoy is moving slowly on the hill, almost reaching the top.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in front.

What's the matter? Haboba yelled sternly, and the commotion subsided immediately.

On the long road, without him, a fifth-level mage, this team would have been silently swallowed by the thick fog.

Master Haboba, look ahead, ahead!

What's all the fuss about? Haboba said dissatisfied. Jumping off the carriage, he walked forward slowly, and when he climbed over a rock, the distant scenery was reflected in his visual nerves, and he was stunned for a moment.

Below the hills is a plain, although it is very suitable for development, it is not surprising.

It is not surprising to him that there are grasslands and shrubs near the hilly plain, and there are forests in the distance.

A splendid palace, clearly visible under the hills, a piece of connected buildings, as well as towering towers, the dome of the palace, shining in the bright sunlight.

For a moment, Haboba looked at the palace and exhaled deeply.

Lord Haboba, this seems to be a city?

No, how is it possible, why doesn't the city have walls?

But, such a magnificent palace, what is it but a city?

Hearing the argument, Haboba took a deep breath and shouted, Shut up!

All of a sudden, the arguments disappeared.

Scanned it. Haboba yelled loudly: Stop,

Camp!

Lord Haboba, are you camping on the hill?

Camp here! Haboba ordered.

If you want to camp in this world, you can't do it without special preparations. Who knows what monsters exist in the dense fog?

After thousands of times of camping, he has already become extremely proficient. Under Haboba's order, the scene of camping is suddenly busy.

First, the wagons wrapped in iron sheets were surrounded by splints between the gaps, and all the horses rushed to the camp. Even though it was noon now, several fires were lit according to the custom.

The fire is mainly to roast the ground. In this world, if you don’t use the fire for more than half an hour, you will rest. Even if you put a blanket on it, unknown insects will crawl on the body and lay eggs in the human body.

After half an hour the fire was mostly out, and the parched land was less dangerous.

A simple stable. Set up to give the hard-working horse a rest.

On the reserved fire, there is a shelf, and water is boiled. The water is carried in the car, and the iron pots and pottery are put on it.

Habo Basao watched, half of this team were farmers, and half were children brought out by himself, not only from his own family, but also from other families.

The destruction of the city, until now, only this few people are left.

The team looked quite down and out, even if they were once aristocrats, their dirty clothes were covered with mud and filth.

However, even if they are tired, even if they are suffering from hunger and cold, their eyes are different from those of ordinary farmers.

They have martial arts, knowledge, and even magic...Of course, there is also magic, no, there is no magic, and with the destruction of the city, Du Kelun will also perish. Besides, it is far away from the area, even if The god Du Kelun has not been destroyed, and it is difficult to transfer the magic to this place.

The taste of porridge. Strictly speaking, the taste is not bad, but Haboba wrinkled his nose, disgusted by the smell of porridge, and couldn't help thinking of the smell of roast chicken in his mind, and then sighed.

Johnson, go out with me, let's go and see, what is there? Haboba ordered without preparing a meal.

Yes, Master Haboba! A soldier came out in response.

The two got on their horses and attracted a lot of attention.

The two riders galloped towards the palace below.

It's really magnificent, Master Haboba! Finally approaching, stopping 500 meters outside the palace, Johnson couldn't help but speak even though he was a silent and resolute warrior.

In front of him, half of the palace buildings had collapsed, but now, driven by the busy golems, most of them have been restored.

The sun shines down, and the palace comes into view.

The majestic and tall main hall, white marble shines in the light, because there is no wall. Countless corridors can be seen, and the exquisite carvings are classical and full of artistic beauty. This magnificent beauty can make people hold their breath involuntarily and shock the soul.

Haboba narrowed his eyes slightly, this is simply the palace of the gods.

Turning around a place, the eyes brighten up, and a vast expanse appears in the eyes.

Seeing this, Haboba was shocked.

In the square, a terrifying creature appears to be sleeping.

This terrifying creature lay quietly on the square, a pair of wings wrapped tightly around its body, and it had blue scales on its body. It just seems that there are some places that are fresh and tender.

It was practically an instant thing, when the horses saw the monster, immediately they neighed.

No, don't call! The two were scared out of their wits.

However, this sound had awakened the sea thorn dragon. It wagged its tail and smacked its lips. After a week of training, all its injuries were basically healed.

Originally, the sea thorn dragon lived in the ocean, but since it condensed its divinity through the contract with the great mother goddess, it doesn't care about the environment.

Feeling the intrusion of outsiders, the sea thorn raised its head and looked directly at Haboba, its narrowed eyes suddenly opened.

Immediately, Haboba only felt his eyes go dark, and the horse's body had already softened and fell to the ground——it was frightened to death.

The Seathorn Dragon looked at Haboba, and said in an extremely arrogant tone: Mortal, what are your intentions when you appear in front of the great Erno?

Could it be? You, the humble, want to seek the palace of the great master? Oh! What a blasphemous idea... Then let the great Ernor eat you to make up for your sins!

Feeling a little hungry, Seathorn directly put on the blasphemous hats on the two mortals in front of him, flapped his wings, and felt that the wings had grown, so he was about to step forward and taste human flesh and blood.

Great Ernor...blasphemous...

Haboba was thinking like lightning, and seeing the terrifying monster approaching in front of him, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration: Great Erno. You can't eat me!

Oh? A humble mortal, what's the reason? Erno, the sea thorn dragon, narrowed his eyes and said.

The great Lord Ernor, I am also the servant of the great master! Haboba said in fear, and when he turned his eyes, he saw the sculptures on the square, and rushed to the statue, crying and shouting: Great master, your servant, has come at your command.

Since this statue is erected on the palace square, it must be the owner of this place. Judging from the tone of this monster, it is still a god!

The sea thorn dragon Erno's eyes widened sharply, and a deep voice came out from the depths of its throat. It stretched out its front paws, a little confused: Are you Lord Romon's servants?

The blasphemy it mentioned before was of course not Romon, but the Primordial God.

But the name of this statue, it already knows.

This insignificant mortal was destined to inherit the palace. Although it was humble, it had to call Romon Master before the contract was terminated.

It's just that, in just a few days, this humble human being has a servant.

According to the contract, the two humans in front of him cannot be harmed.

The sea thorn dragon Erno had to withdraw its claws, and said proudly: Humble mortals, you are very lucky!

Since it can't eat, then look for food by itself. The sea thorn dragon Ernor ignored the two mortals, it flew up, and was satisfied to find that there were wild beasts around - all food!

After the sea thorn dragon Erno flew away, the two people woke up with a start, dripping with cold sweat.

Master Haboba, let's retreat! Soldier Johnson said. Just now, he was oppressed by Longwei, and he couldn't even speak: This is too dangerous.

Danger? Haboba got up from the ground, he looked around, and suddenly, he laughed crazily.

The scared Johnson was in a cold sweat again. If that monster came back, or another monster appeared inside, with such a loud noise, would there be no bones left?

This world is indeed dangerous. The dense fog is full of all kinds of beasts and monsters, darkness permeates every land, and vampires and undead are rampant.

It is only by establishing villages and towns that one can gain a place of respite.

But Respite, from the moment it was established, will encounter various challenges, internal, external, and dark.

But, is there a safer place than here? Haboba suddenly laughed wildly again.

This palace is not mortal at first glance, and this god named Romon actually owns this palace, and has such a terrifying monster as his subject... If I guessed correctly, this is a dragon clan member!

Such a powerful god must be far more powerful than God Du Kelun. The most wonderful thing is that it has no believers yet, hahahaha!

As you saw just now, when I admitted that I am a believer of God Romon, the dragon dared not touch us. Therefore, we can all move here and build our village near this palace, our town, our city ​​of!

After the destruction, after the difficult wandering, we have met the opportunity given by God, which is really wonderful!

There was another burst of crazy laughter. After this laugh, Haboba calmed down: Johnson, let's go back and immediately order the team to move here. I want to tell you that the land bestowed by God is here! ( !)