The Norshir Plain, a plain called the "Drifter" by the Tifflin race.

In the bright sunshine, the group rode their horses and walked slowly towards the front facing the spring breeze of green grass.

"Northill? The wanderer? It's quite consistent with our current identity. Unfortunately, those of us who are wandering in another world have nowhere to put their souls after death."

In the crowd, an elf bard with short-haired light green hair looked at the surrounding environment, looked at the flock of cotton balls and the jade river like ribbons in the distance, sighed slightly, and said with a little excitement:

"This is the first time I have seen this plain called the 'Drifter'. Now I feel that my thoughts are surging and I can't help but want to sing a song in my voice."

As soon as the words fell, the poet's slender fingers responded to his mood at this moment, and the harp in his arms rang out a trembling and graceful tone.

"Come on, you! A third-rate lewd poet who can smoothly move from moving lyrics to obscene words, shouldn't show off here, so as not to let friends in Tiema Town laugh at it." The barbarian beside the poet directly suppressed the low music with loud voices.

Then he curled his lips and refuted his sigh with disdain: "Who told you that our souls are nowhere to be placed. The wall of the faithless, the hell of the Bartoon, the bottomless abyss, the upper planes, the kingdoms of the gods can go to. With your shameless virtue, you will most likely be pulled into the bottomless abyss and become an abyss worm."

"Shut up, you savage!...I'm inspiring again, don't disturb me, let me think about it..." The bard's eyes lit up, he glared at the savage fiercely, and then began to sing cheerful poems:

Want to go to heaven to Soha, Zanvara,

The most kind on the mountain in the heaven, and the mercy of the family in the Pure Land,

Wanzhouyuan Dofuri Control, made in mechanical mirror,

The unrestrained beast girl is so cute, everyone praises the Queen of Stars,

The abyss succubus is alive and the princess of hell is as beautiful as a flower.

...

"Hahaha... You are still playing succubus and princess of hell, can you bear it?" After listening to the minstrel's likable poem, the barbarian deliberately stretched his neck and looked at his legs riding on the saddle, laughed and mocked loudly.

"You don't know this, you secretly tell you a secret recipe. Grinding the troll's finger bones into powder and putting them into the soup can enhance your ability in a certain aspect." The bard smiled at the barbarian with a savage.

"Nonsense!" the barbarian interrupted angrily: "I've tried it a long time ago. It's useless. It will also make the soup smell like smelly socks. Who are you fooling?"

"Master Dead Wood, has this prescription for cheating come from you?" After the barbarian said that, he did not notice the smirk of the minstrel as if he had succeeded in his tricks. Instead, he looked at the druid on the far left with anger.

Master Kurtwood smiled faintly, and his calm eyes looked at the barbarians, neither admitting nor denying it, but more like an expression that he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Brother Gehao, don't worry. It's not easy to want this kind of potion. Our wizard Randall of the Iron Horse Town can do it." The lord of the Iron Horse Town, Helm, walked up to the depressed barbarian and said with a smile.

"Really!" The barbarian's dim eyes lit up.

"Of course, Randall's alchemy was passed down from the Wizards Alliance in the middle of the continent. Even the Red Copper Dragon agreed. A plate of crayfish stir-fried with the venom of the fierce scorpion made her praise. The most popular potion in the noble circle is the fastest necessary skill for every wizard."

In the sun, the Lord of Iron Horse Town, wearing silver-white armor, showed a proud expression of spring breeze. The shadow from the red copper dragon seemed to have been completely dispelled by the dazzling light.

"I am a decent person. The purpose of learning magic is to explore the mysteries of the multiverse. It is not to serve you, a vulgar barbarian who is full of muscles and can only think with his lower body. Don't think about it." Randall, a wizard who heard the conversation in the distance, felt the barbarian's burning gaze, snorted coldly, and said in a faint sarcasm.

"Well said, I'll beat you!" The elf minstrel gave a thumbs up and cheered.

"Okay! Don't make a noise."

Sarayan, the lord of Twilight Town, glared at the savage and bard, then placed his hand on his forehead to block the dazzling sunlight, looked forward and said, "Dropping off the horse, we are about to arrive at the meeting place designated by Thorne."

Then everyone dismounted, settled their mounts, and walked towards the three figures in front of them.

"Mr. Thorne, thank you for your hard work."

Sarayan led a group to Thorne, the old troll housekeeper and the little wizard Pardo approached, and saw him beat his chest with his right hand, leaning over slightly, and thanking him sincerely.

Others also nodded or smiled and paid tribute to Thorne and expressed their gratitude.

"You're welcome, it's just a simple task." Thorne waved his hand and said without caring.

"Mr. Thorne, I am very sorry for my subordinates' offense in the tavern for their drunkenness!"

At this time, the barbarian man Gehao walked up to Thorne with a gesture of Sarayan's eyes, bowed deeply, and said in a muffled voice.

Seeing the arrogant barbarian's behavior so unrealistic, most people looked at the half-elf ranger with a calm expression.

Only the lord of Iron Horse Town and the wizard Randall looked at each other awkwardly, as if they remembered something unlucky.

"Since it's drunk and causing trouble, then forget it, and they have received the punishment they deserve, so you don't have to feel guilty." Thorne looked at the barbarian and smiled, then explained to the people behind Sarayan: "Please rest here for a while, and the people from the other three towns will arrive soon."

When everyone heard this, they dispersed.

They gathered together in groups of three or three and sat on the grass and started chatting.

The old troll housekeeper led the little wizard Pardo and the Master Dead Wood to walk towards the Emerald River, talking and laughing.

Sarayan led Horat and the barbarian Gehao and Thorne on the nearby grass, and said to him seriously: "Do you know why I chose to join the alliance here?"

"What is the profound meaning?" Thorne looked up at the dazzling sunshine, as if he understood the other party's true intention, so he asked casually.

"Because the teachings of the Lord of the Morning Light, Losandar, are full of optimism and perseverance, and live to death, the sun will always rise as usual, so I hope that under the witness of this god, we will be dominated by beauty and harmony in the territory of the Emerald Field, in the territory of the Emerald Field, every day the dawn lights up." Sarayan met the gradually dazzling sunlight and explained to Thorne.

"So you are a believer of the Lord of Dawn? Then why don't you find a clergy from Luosanda to come here to help us witness all this?" Thorne was stunned for a moment, then puzzled.

"No, no, no, I am not His believer. I just feel that His doctrine is exactly what we are going to do now. Since we want to adapt to this world, we still need to learn the concepts of the gods, which is to follow the customs." Sarayan retracted his gaze, shook his head slightly, and denied it with a smile at Thorne.

"I just said, how could you be the believer of the god with the most black spots?" The barbarian Gehao leaned over to Sarayang and continued.

"I heard you really like to collect some unofficial history that records the black spots of the gods. Why, what shameful things do this neutral and kind god have? Let's talk about it." Horat, who was sitting next to Thorne, reached out and threw away a dog-tail grass in his mouth, and said curiously to the barbarians.

"Then I will tell you about the glorious history of this evil god." The barbarian humane Gehao noticed the eyes of several people, and his expression was shocked. He immediately sat upright and said to them:

"First of all, this shameless guy once pursued the goddess of fate, but in the end, he directly chased the goddess of fate to death and split into the current goddess of good luck and the goddess of bad luck. Look, is this what God does?

This guy also relied on his powerful divine power to force a swan daughter to do something shameful. The little girl swears to die, escapes from the devil's claws, and flies to the sky to become a swan sign.

Also, He was still a dog-licking dog while his old love was not cold, and pursued the earthly goddess Shangtiya very crazy, and tried to merge the goddess of good luck and the goddess of bad luck, becoming the original goddess of fate, Taiji, and eventually almost killed the two goddesses.

These are nothing, there is another most unethical thing, that is, the 'dawn disaster' that shocks the world."

"Dawn?" Thorne raised some interest and looked at the gushing barbarian.

"That's right, it's the 'Dawn'." The barbarian nodded to Thorne, reached out to take off the wine pot hanging from his waist and took a sip, and continued:

"It is said that this great evil god Luo Shanda attempted to establish a divine system that was mainly self-centered, but naturally failed. The consequences directly led to the demise of two empires and one divine system, and even the elves of Kosoman, Mis Zhuono, fell. This is the so-called "Daughter of Dawn".

So this Lord of Dawn is a neutral and kind god on the surface, but in fact he is an absolute evil god."

"The ultimate purpose of the God-killers' God-making Plan is not to establish a divine system of their own." Listening to the barbarian's complaints, Thorne's focus was not on the Lord of Dawn, but instead he thought of the God-making Plan in his heart.

The Lord of Dawn with powerful divine power, Luo Shanda, wanted to establish his own divine system, and caused such a great disaster, but he did not succeed in the end.

So, what do these god-killers who are not even gods rely on?

"I'll just say, how could this Lord of Dawn be as good as the Three Gods of Justice? Many people don't believe it." Horat continued with a smile.

The so-called three gods of justice are: the god of justice with powerful divine power, the god of suffering with medium divine power, and the god of guardianship with weak divine power.

They are all gods who are orderly and kind in the camp, and they have the most Paladins under their command and the vanguard of justice.

"In fact, the Three Kiss Justice also have a dark history." The barbarian smiled at Horat and continued: "It is said that in order to pursue the goddess of good luck, Tyr, the boss of the Three Kiss Justice, asked his younger brother Heim to be a tool for sending love letters.

As a result, somehow Tyre began to suspect that his younger brother Heim was also playing the goddess of good luck, so he felt that Tyre, who could not afford to lose this person, threw gloves at Heim and challenged him. The final result was that the three justice bases who were so good that they could wear a pair of pants broke up and broke up in a bad mood."

"Then tell me what the black spot of the God of War is. The people of the whole town belong to the believers whom you hate Him the most." Sarayan seemed to remember something and looked at the barbarians and said.

Thorne also looked over curiously.

The god of war Tampas, a chaotic neutral deity with powerful divine power.

He has only known about the players who have the God of War in Twilight Town in recent days, and the believer of the Dark Girl, Maga, once mentioned to him that a group of players who are trying to build a city in the Black Pearl Forest is them.

However, these people wanted to work with the people in Twilight Town and were rejected.

"Of course there is, and the black spots of the God of War are second only to the great evil god of the Lord of Dawn." The barbarian Gehao raised his head and drank a few big mouthfuls of wine, wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Do you know the secret of the God of War's invincible?"

Seeing the three of them shaking their heads subconsciously, the barbarian nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "The God of War has an exclusive secret to victory:

When there is no benefit, He will not help each other, and all will win. When there is benefit, both sides place bets, so they win again. When there is only one side, who will win, so He will win.

Whenever the God of War comes to the battlefield, if he rides a white mare, it means that the army will win, and riding a black stallion means that failure. So theoretically, you can directly judge the outcome of the war by just watching what horse He rides.

But this guy is like a ghost. Every time he appears, he rides two people together and steps one foot, effectively avoiding the embarrassing scene of flying dragons riding their faces.

Moreover, this chaotic and neutral God of War relies on its powerful divine power. Except for the three righteous foundations that do not talk about martial ethics, no one dares to provoke. Therefore, if we let the believers of the God of War establish a church on the emerald field, we will definitely be able to disturb the place forever."

"You finally said serious, and that's the real reason why I have always rejected the believers of the God of War." Sarayan said to Thorne as if he looked at the barbarian.

"Rejecting them means that when we launch a general attack on the Goblins, we have lost a powerful ally. I think it is necessary for you to have a good talk with their Archbishop." Thorne pondered for a moment and reminded Sarayan:

"You can go directly to the Shuangta Town, the easternmost part of the Silent Forest, from the Black Pearl Forest. As long as these people gather in Shuangta Town, when we are fighting with the Goblins and raid from behind the Goblins, our chances of victory and losses will be greatly reduced."
Chapter completed!