It has been three days since they passed the border of the Elf Kingdom, and Greafury 's priest Kubert still can't find the exact direction to move forward. The dense woods and complex water network system here made him dizzy. If the sun hadn't still risen steadily in the east and set in the west, the priest would still be spinning in circles.

For several days, he felt like he was being followed. To be precise, there should be many elven warriors hovering around him at all times. Kubert had already been mentally prepared for such a situation. The only thing that made him unhappy was that he never got help from the elves.

"Hey! I am Kubert, the chief priest from the Holy Greafury . Is there any elven friend who can point me in the direction?"

Such shouting never stopped after entering Salantir.

There were just some chirping of birds all around, but there was no response from the elves.

Kubert shook his head. The Holy Greafury Empire has lived in the north for a long time and has a strong priest system and loyal paladins to follow. In terms of overall strength, it is second to none in the entire Blasares continent. Although everyone strictly follows the teachings of the God of Light and never engages in war with the outside world, but enjoys a peaceful life peacefully, it is inevitable that they will be tainted with arrogance and treat other countries indifferently. Except for neighboring Fenton and the dwarf country Gunn who can make exquisite armor, Holy Greafury basically has no contact with other kingdoms. Especially for the Elf Kingdom located in the corner of the continent, there is no contact.

Holy Greafury have always been proud of their deeds of holding on to the northern border and resisting the invasion of orcs . They believe that this achievement is enough for other countries to thank and respect his contribution. But in fact, every race has its own values. Without communication, it is difficult to form understanding and consensus. This time, Kubert came to the outside of Holy Greafury and dealt with many powerful people who were originally thought to help Holy Greafury for free , and realized this more personally.

"When we sing the glory of the God of Light, our eyes will be obscured by the dazzling light, and we will not be able to see the world around us." Kubot thought this in his heart more than once. It is precisely because of this that he understands the importance of his mission more and more deeply. Carrying the burden of the Holy Greafury's long-standing neglect, he worked to bridge the estrangement between the nations.

And this mission has become more and more like a test of will.

the Holy Greafury will experience tests of faith at certain times. The temple will use some difficult tasks to hone promising priests. Generally speaking, combating evil and rescuing people who live in poverty are the focus of such missions, but this mission like the one Kubert received is very rare.

Ever since he met the magical mage Vincent, Kubert's path has been full of difficulties. First, on the Fondo River, he struggled to find a small boat to follow the footsteps of the mage, but the sudden dragon just knocked his boat over. Fortunately, the yellow dragon did not attack the priest who fell into the water. He only said "I'm sorry" and flew into the sky.

Kubert continued downstream with the plank in his arms and entered Erutalon. The woods there are so densely packed that it's difficult to even find a gap to cross. Since he had entered the territory of the Elf Kingdom, Kubert did not want to cause misunderstandings by destroying the forest that the elves loved, so he had to practice his tree-climbing ability.

A sound similar to the shaking of leaves not far away caught his attention, but the trees around Kubert were not moved by the wind. A strong feeling of nausea hit his heart, and the priest almost reflexively held the holy symbol around his neck in his hand.

Kubot would feel this way when encountering the undead. His colleagues once joked: "Kubert's stomach pouch is better than detecting the undead."

But the priest waited for a while, and no undead came to attack. As one of the chief priests of the God of Light, Kubert will never let go of any undead creatures wandering in this world. One of his lifelong missions is to let these monsters rest underground again. Kubert picked up the mace in his other hand—the ceremonial decorative role of this weapon was actually higher than its actual combat role.

Quickly jumping over a bush, Kubert finally discovered the local residents of the Elf Kingdom. Three elves were being rounded up by more than twenty ghouls and were trapped in a small clearing.

Although the three elves are very agile, there are no trees for them to climb. If you try hard to jump out , you will only fall into a tighter siege by the enemy. Without the distance advantage, the ghoul can attack more calmly. Their long black claws tore at the leather armor of the elf several times. If a wound is pulled out by these monsters, the dirty power will enter the body of the prey along the dirty claws of the ghoul, quickly weakening them. The thin swords in the hands of the elves obviously have little effect on this group of undead. The green skin full of pustules seemed to be covered with a layer of gel, which was difficult to penetrate. Even if you leave a wound on this group of undead, be careful of the liquid splashed from there, it also has the ability to debilitate people.

The bodies of elves are relatively thinner than other races, and their resistance to diseases and toxins is weaker. If there were strong dwarves here, I'm afraid they would have already wielded the giant ax in their hands and forcibly cut a passage. The elves can only move as much as possible in the limited space to avoid attacks.

Kubert rushed down quickly , raised the holy symbol in his hand high, and loudly sang the praises of the majesty of the God of Light. Milky white light rose from his hands, illuminating the surroundings like a beacon.

Illuminated by the light, the undead creature seemed to have been poured with strong acid, and a burst of white smoke rose from its skin, making a squeaking sound. They twisted their bodies violently and howled in pain. The holy power that drives away the undead is an unavoidable rain of arrows and a heavy hammer with powerful impact, which has a strong effect on these undead creatures.

Several ghouls turned their heads, trying to find the abominable priest who was sending out the dispelling power. But in their eyes, there is only a bright, dazzling brightness. When there is no light, the undead can still distinguish the road in front of them, because they are monsters of the dark night; but in the strong daylight, they can't see anything clearly.

The ghoul could only give up the fruits of victory in front of him, turn around and run away. The elves would not miss this opportunity, seizing their flaw, and chopped off the heads of the two undead with their swords. If these monsters with green body fluids lose their heads, they will fall down and lose the ability to move.

Kubert shouted the holy name of the God of Light and piously asked him for strength. Just driving away the undead monsters in front of him is not Kubert's whole intention. He wants to use "powerful dispersion" to destroy those monsters at once.

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　　Greafury seemed to have heard his prayer, and the holy power that was originally emitted everywhere turned into several concentrated light tracks, accurately shining on the bodies of the undead. This time, it was even more powerful than all the forces put together just now. The attacked ghoul is like a soap bubble, disappearing with a pop once it is popped.

Although he felt that his whole body was weak and the forceful dispersal would consume too much physical strength, Kubert still felt relieved from the bottom of his heart. Defeating evil and upholding justice have, to a certain extent, become the honor that sustains his life.

Those filthy corpses gradually sank into the ground, where they would be wiped out by the waters of Erutalon. Priest Kubert jumped over the grass that was trampled by monsters and came to the side of the elf warriors.

"The wounds on your body need to be treated quickly, my elven friends." Kubot said, and he did the same. The broad palm glowed with a bright milky white light and quickly healed the bruise that was already bruised and black. The disease curse carried by the ghoul's minions has also been cleared away.

"Thank you, priest of the human world." The elf in front of him was not fluent in Common Language, but the gratitude from his eyes already explained what he meant: "May I ask why you came to Saran?" In Tyr’s land?”

"I'm looking for a few people." Kubert said: "The God of Light, Greafury, asked me to find a mage named Vincent."

The faces of the elves suddenly became serious, and Vincent's name was beyond their expectations.

Kubert noticed the change in the elf's expression and thought there was something wrong with his words. He quickly said: "In addition, I am here to do my best for our elf friends. So that the two countries of Munn and Greafury can join hands."

"Is Vincent your friend, Mr. Pastor?" the elf asked.

"Friends, not really." Kubert said honestly: "But we know each other."

"In that case, please come with me." The three elves stood up and arranged the weapons in their hands: "You helped us drive away these undead monsters. Naturally, we can no longer stand by and let you wander around in this forest. Wander around. Put away your weapons and we will take you to your mage friends."

So, while Heather was busy making magic scrolls, Vincent received news of the visit from Pastor Kubert.

Since Kubert was not a person familiar to the elves, he had no way to set foot within the scope of the Holy Mountain, especially at this sensitive moment before the war, when the security there was even tighter. Vincent could only come down from the mountain and meet him in the middle of the lake in a boat.

The arrival of the Light God Priest did not bring light, and Heather had not seen the sun for three days. Drowsy clouds have been hanging over the entire lake, covering the originally beautiful scenery here with a layer of dust.

This made Vincent not in a good mood. He was tired from working all night , and the day when the three moons dimmed together was getting closer and closer. The mage believes that on moonless nights, undead creatures with dark vision can gain the greatest offensive advantage; at that time, it will be difficult for elves to use their precise bow and arrow skills. Given a little moonlight, the elves will be the best archers, but on that day, Heather will be very vulnerable.

There was no news after Shelley left. Vincent believed that she should be able to take care of herself, but a feeling of uneasiness gradually came over him. This was a worry he had rarely experienced, and it gradually turned into anxiety and irritability. Many times, he was unable to control his movements of holding the pen, leaving ink marks that should not appear on the exquisite magic scroll. The mage picked up the powerful staff several times, wanting to immediately find the location of the undead army, and then use "terrible and deadly" magic to attack them. But on the other hand, a voice in Vincent's heart reminded him: "That's not you. That's not you who should stay calm and rational."

Just before he was about to meet Kubert, Vincent had such an emotional outburst. He grabbed his hair hard and used the pain to calm himself down. Fortunately, no one noticed this scene. Soka followed Yi Linrui to learn archery, and the elf guards in front of the mage's door were also sent back to their original posts by Vincent.

"Hello, Mr. Vincent, we meet again." Kubert said: "I hope our meeting this time can be a new beginning, and let friendship rather than misunderstanding connect our relationship."

"Hello, Mr. Pastor." Vincent's face was expressionless, and his mind was still thinking about his recent strange temper.

The boat spirit tied the two boats together and anchored them on the calm lake. There are no winds and waves here, and the boatmen do not need to focus on the course in front of them.

"Mr. Mage, I saw on the way here that the kingdom of elves seems to be in some trouble. And I may be able to lend a helping hand." Pastor Kubert said: "You also know that when I left the temple of Holy Greafury , In order to find friendship in other countries. If you can help me introduce the king here, I will be very grateful."

"The people who live here are not kings, but emperors and queens." Vincent said: "Next time, I hope you can understand the situation before speaking. Moreover, I am not the owner here. If you need an introduction, you should ask here. The elf."

Kubert didn't show any anger towards Vincent's ice-like tone. He still had a smile on his face and looked at the young mage in front of him kindly.

Vincent shook his head, feeling that his words were a bit too strong. He pointed to the holy mountain behind him and said: "That's Heather, the holy land of the elves, and their queen is there. As long as you pay attention to your words and don't offend the wise man, I will help you ask the elves Views."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Mage."

Vincent turned his head, and the people who helped him steer the boat were the members of the Moon Hand Guard sent by the Archdruid . The mage knew that these elite warriors of the elves were not here to protect him, but definitely to protect the princess Yi Linrui. Moreover, as the Royal Guards of Her Majesty the Queen, the Moon Hand Guard also determines which outsiders can visit the Queen and which cannot.

"Kedi (the name of the elf), this person is a priest from the Holy Greafury ." Vincent said in fluent Elvish: "They are very experienced in how to expel undead creatures."

The elf thought for a moment, looked from the mage to the priest, and then nodded.

"Thank you, my elf friend." Kubert said, "Of course, I also want to thank you, Mr. Vincent."

"You're welcome, Lord Greafury 's chief priest." Vincent said: "I think that just a young mage who has come back from the dead will not let you come all the way to the kingdom of elves. Moreover, in the current situation of Holy Greafury , You won’t make a special trip to visit the mountains and rivers. Mr. Kubert, what is your purpose here?”

"Yes, I admit that I have another purpose here." Kubert saw the boat start to glide and sat down quickly: " The bishop of the Greafury Temple gave me a glorious mission, which is to welcome the new Saint of Light. "

"Saint of Light? This is a strange name." Vincent said: "I have never heard of this position in Greafury . 'Saint of Light'... Do you mean Sokka?"

"Exactly, Mr. Mage. Your analysis is very accurate." Kubot said: "When I saw the angel, I had already foreseen this day. In the most difficult moment of Holy Greafury , our great God of Light has always been He has not abandoned us devout believers. He always gives us strength. Now, he sends the next angel to help us, guide us, and inspire us. Although this angel did not directly descend to the temple of Greafury, the god of light , but Isn’t this process of going out to search and going through hardships the test given to us by the God of Light?”

Vincent curled his lips and refused to comment on the remarks that fell into a religious way of thinking. If Kubert was told now that Sokka was secretly born by his angel parents and was placed in the mortal world to temporarily escape the limelight, I don’t know how the officiant would feel.

"Thank you very much for taking care of this saint, Mr. Wizard." Kubert said: "The bishop will personally award the angel the title of 'Bright Saint'. What an honor it will be. Now, I Already seen that glorious moment coming!”

If that really happened, the God of Light would probably know about Sokka's existence. Although Greafury sounds like an amiable god, in the eyes of the mage, all gods are just individuals with more powerful power - who knows what kind of thoughts will pop up in their minds filled with divine power?

"No, this is impossible." Vincent said: "Before her parents come back, Sokka will be completely under my supervision. Holy Lady of Light, this hat will not be worn on her head."

"Why?" Kubert asked: "Are you still angry about my careless words and deeds, or is there something wrong with what I did?"

"I'm not as narrow-minded as you think." Vincent said: "I'm no longer angry about 'life is worse than death'; and there is nothing wrong with what you want to do..."

Vincent looked at Kubert, eyes deep into his soul.

"It's just, that's not appropriate."