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Volume 1 Chapter 376 High Priest

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    ¡ª¡ªChapter 376 High Priest The boundary between wrong and right is not that clear. In fact, Fatty knows very well that assassinating the high priest of the wolf tribe may be a very treasonous and heinous thing among the Orcs and the Ulan Plains.  But among humans, that is what is called a heroic act.  Life is like a chess piece. In fact, everyone is a chess piece. In the face of fate, no one can jump out of the chessboard, not even the king or the pope can escape.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ Soon a new day ushered in. Early in the morning, many people came to the entrance of the town early, ready to take advantage of the blessings of the high priest.  Many shops in Despair Town were closed, and the noise disappeared from the streets.  Although there were still sounds of people talking to each other, it was much more orderly than usual.  What¡¯s more important is that everyone has a look of yearning on their faces, and you can tell that look is called faith.  The Hasai patriarch took a cold bath early in the morning and put on the patriarchal clothes that he usually did not wear. The long five-color feathers on his forehead and the loose coat on his body made the majestic Hasai patriarch  It has become much more solemn.  Although the fat man was also in the crowd, what he was thinking about was not how to greet the priest, but planning an assassination and an escape route.  The terrain of the entire Town of Despair has been firmly imprinted in Fatty's mind, and although the plains outside are not easy to hide in, at the speed at which Fatty runs with all his strength, probably very few people can catch up.  The only issue that Fatty worries about is the strength of the high priest himself and the strength of the guards around him.  Fatty didn¡¯t have any information about all this, so he could only prepare for the worst as much as possible.  It is the rule of an assassin to escape on your own after missing a hit. Although Fatty is not a professional assassin, he still understands this.  So he only has one chance to take action.  Even Hasse doesn¡¯t know when the high priest will arrive in Despair Town, but even so, many people still choose to wait.  Even though the sun was strong and their clothes were soaked with sweat, no one retreated.  This situation lasted until noon. When the sun, which had become extra hot today for some reason, hung in the center of the sky, two vague figures appeared on the horizon.  For a moment, everyone¡¯s eyes were fixed on that section of the sky.  The distance was too far for them to see clearly, but the longing in their eyes showed their mood.  As the two figures got closer and closer, a voice suddenly exploded in the crowd. This voice was like spring thunder, making people feel joy from the bottom of their hearts.  "It's the Holy Sacrifice. That's the Holy Sacrifice," an Eagle tribesman with brown wings, long beaks, and eyes as bright as gems shouted loudly.  The crowd became excited and began to crowd each other towards the front.  Although Hasse had announced the order early in the morning, facing this fierce desire for order seemed so pale.  Seeing this scene, Hasse shook his head and just smiled helplessly.  He couldn't blame these people who were abandoned in hope of salvation, and at the same time, he couldn't blame him.  If it weren¡¯t for his status as the mayor, he would have rushed forward long ago.  If you hadn¡¯t seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that such a sloppy but impulsive group of people actually stopped at the same time a hundred meters away from the high priest.  It was as if there was an insurmountable thunder pool in front of them, completely stopping them.  The originally crowded crowd was no longer crowded at this time, and people in the back leaned back as much as possible.  While leaning back, they pointed their toes, trying to make themselves taller so that they could gaze at the high priest not far away.  The fat man is also mixed in the crowd, and the crowd is undoubtedly the best way to hide.  Although the distance of one hundred meters is not far, for an expert, launching an attack from this distance is tantamount to seeking death.  No matter how long it takes for a magician to sing, it is enough to turn a warrior into ashes.  What¡¯s more, next to the wolf clan¡¯s high priest is a person who makes all the nerves in Fatty¡¯s body tense.  That was a tall wolf tribesman, whose fur was like white brocade. He only wore a light green cloth and looked like an ordinary wolf.Just one person.  But those eyes full of murderous intent made people dare not look directly at them. The blood-colored eyeballs seemed to have been soaked in blood, making people feel as if they were trapped in a hell just by looking at each other for a moment.  There is a long scar on one of the wolf tribe's legs. The scar seems to have been struck by a sharp sword, but it doesn't look like it.  Fatty had seen too many scars, but he didn't know why he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis when he saw this scar.  On the contrary, the high priest of the wolf clan looked very inconspicuous. His frail body was wrapped in a black robe. From the outside, it seemed as if there was nothing under the robe.  The old face exposed from under the cloak was covered with sweat, and the long mouth with almost all the teeth was panting, as if it might fall down at any time.  The old man concentrated almost all his strength on the crutch in his right hand, which was just a dead branch, a trembling dead branch.  Fatty didn¡¯t take action, not only because the wolf clan sacrificed the warrior beside him, but also because this seemingly weak priest made him feel exposed.  It was as if he was standing naked in the sun with no one beside him.  Fatty has only found this feeling in one person, and that is the ruler on the Holy See Hill, the aloof Pope.  Fatty didn¡¯t take action. This time was definitely not the best time to take action.  Even though the crowd covered his body, even though the high priest of the wolf tribe was very weak.  "Before I came, someone told me that the Ulan Plain is a hell. The people living here are demons. They will attack travelers and turn them into lunch. They kill their compatriots just for that.  A little limited benefit will lead to fratricide" The old voice spread across the empty plain.  Although this voice is so unclear and so tired, this voice touches everyone's heart.  Some people began to sob softly. They were not angry, they were just aggrieved and agreed.  The resources on the Ulan Plain are limited. If you want to survive, you have to become a devil.  But the moment they became demons, their hearts were in severe pain and bleeding.  Who is willing to kill his relatives, who is willing to bear the reputation of being a devil, and who is willing to have blood on his hands.  At this moment, these people were like children who had been wronged. Even if the eye sockets did not fall from their eyes, their eyeballs turned red.  "They advised me not to come to the Ulan Plain, because it is not a place I should step into. A noble person should never step into this evil territory. " The old priest suddenly laughed.  After laughing and coughing twice, he continued: "But I came, and I chose to come to this place called hell. I went to many places and encountered many things, but what I saw was not  As they say. There are no demons here, there are only races struggling for survival. I saw with my own eyes a mother holding a simple stone gun and fighting against the monsters in order to feed her newborn baby. I also  I saw with my own eyes an old man whose life was about to extinguish, cleaning up the turbid fog bit by bit for his wife" The sobs turned into crying, and people wiped their tears with their hands or dirty sleeves, even if they were  The strong man could not stop his tears at this time.  "This is not hell, this is a country called strong. Even if God abandons us, we can still live strong. I thought that my arrival might bring a little hope here, and the sacred blessing would  Injecting new vitality into you But when I saw you, I realized that I couldn't bring you anything, because you are already full of hope." The old priest's hands suddenly faced the sky, and the dead branch actually showed up in the sun.  Give out a vigorous vitality.  When entering the Town of Despair, everyone spontaneously gathered around the old priest, but there was no confusion. A vacuum circle was formed around the old priest.  At this time, Fatty had several opportunities to assassinate him, but he never took action.  When he watched the old priest holding hands with the Hasai chief from a distance, and then entering the residence that had been prepared earlier, the fat man suddenly laughed bitterly.  He knew that he had no chance to assassinate the wolf priest, not because he missed the best time, but because his heart had made him give up.  Although they belong to two different countries, and although they belong to opposite sides, the freshly beating heart of this old priest makes Fatty??Gived up. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? on on?giving up a luxurious life and coming to a barren wasteland just to bring hope to the people here, is a person that Fatty can't touch.  "If you fail, just fail." The fat man snorted helplessly, as if he was mocking himself.  Fatty knew very well what this failure would bring to him, but it no longer mattered.  Standing at the entrance of the town and looking at Despair Town, the fat man smiled.  He hoped that this place could really bring hope to the people of Ulan Plain.  It's time for him to go.  But just when the fat man was about to leave, suddenly a figure dripping with sweat and running anxiously appeared in the fat man's sight.  That¡¯s Haqiu, it seems to be looking for something.  When he saw the fat man behind the crowd, Ha Qiu breathed a long sigh of relief and ran over.  "Noble warrior, the high priest wants to see you" "Meet me?" The fat man was slightly stunned.  "Yes, actually I'm surprised too, because my father didn't mention you." Ha Qiu said to the fat man with a blank expression.  The fat man suddenly became nervous. He clearly remembered that he hid his aura very well in the crowd, let alone murderous intent, and did not even reveal the slightest bit of hostility. Why would the high priest keep an eye on him?  Fatty¡¯s heart was beating thumpingly. He didn¡¯t want to die yet Normally, Fatty would have bolted out of the Ulan Plain, but now Fatty still had the slightest trace of curiosity.  He wanted to know why the high priest of the wolf clan was eyeing him and why he was looking for him again.  Of course, the most important thing is that Fatty does not feel the sense of crisis that his life is under threat. His instinct tells him that the wolf tribe's high priest will not do anything to him.  Bite the bullet, Fatty followed Ha Qiu towards the high priest's residence.  ¡­¡­¡­ Fatty never expected that when he saw the wolf tribe¡¯s high priest again, the old priest was already lying weakly on the bed.  The sunlight falling through the window splashed on the old priest's body, completely revealing the old priest's weakness. Looking at the slow and gentle breathing, it seemed that he might stop at any time.  The former wolf warrior was sitting cross-legged next to the old priest's bed. His murderous eyes were staring straight at the fat man who walked in. No emotion could be seen in them.  The moment the fat man stepped into the room, the wolf priest suddenly came back to his senses, his face was covered with a faint light, and he seemed to be more energetic.  ¡°Then the old priest actually lifted the quilt himself, supported the bed, propped himself up and sat up.  "Hello, warrior from the light." The old priest coughed lightly twice and said to the fat man with a smile.  The fat man¡¯s pupils shrank suddenly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.  The holy priest in front of him clearly knew his origin.  "Bright does not mean light, even under the sun there are shadows." The old priest said with a smile.  The fat man didn¡¯t say anything. He didn¡¯t understand what the old priest meant.  "I had predicted this meeting as early as two years ago." "Two years ago?" The fat man frowned slightly.  "Don't be surprised. As a holy priest, you must have some abilities that are beyond ordinary people But this is not important. The important thing is that I predicted another thing before you arrived." The expression of the old priest suddenly changed.  Got serious.  "What?" the fat man asked.  "Night is about to fall, the world will fall into darkness, and the descendants from ancient times will reignite the war in Silver Moon Continent and burn the entire world" the old priest murmured.  "What are the ancient descendants?" the fat man asked, blinking.  "I don't know either, but I know that there is a shadow that is gradually eroding this world." The old priest said.  "Then what does this have to do with me?" the fat man continued to ask.  "I don't know either, but predictions are always connected to each other in the ancient holy books. So I believe you are the hero who dispels the shadows." "Me, the hero?" The fat man was completely confused. He believed that you are the hero who dispels the shadows.  There is no greater lie than this.  ¡°If Fatty is said to be a hooligan or a ruffian, then Fatty will definitely admit it. If Fatty is said to be a hero, even if he is beaten to death, he will not be believed.  "Young man, fate is fate, no one can change it. Just like today when I found you, cough" The old priest's cough suddenly became violent.  "That doesn't mean anything." The fat man shook his head.  ¡°No, that represents the disappearance of a life, and also represents the loss of life.It represents the beginning of a destiny.  "The old priest struggled to get out of bed and stand up. The old priest's words were too mysterious, which kept the fat man in a daze. After struggling for a long time, the old priest could not get out of bed. After sighing softly,  He continued to say to the fat man: "You are here to assassinate me.  "The fat man didn't say anything. He just started to believe the old priest's prediction a little bit. "Then kill me.  "The old priest laughed and gasped. The fat man frowned tightly. He didn't know whether there was something wrong with him or the old man in front of him. "The foreknowledge has overdrawn my life, and my life is like a bird that is about to be extinguished.  The oil lamp will go out at any time.  So it doesn't matter anymore.  Before the fat man could speak, the old priest continued: "Take this ring with you when you leave. This is" The old priest spoke intermittently. Before he could finish the last sentence, his whole movement suddenly froze.  There, there was a shining red ring on his outstretched right hand. The old priest was gone. Although he didn't get close, the fat man could no longer feel any information about the wolf clan from the beginning to the end.  The warrior didn't say a word until the old priest left, then he slowly stood up, turned around, took off the red ring and threw it in front of the fat man together with the dead branch that had been placed beside the old priest.  The root is the adult's magic wand. Taking it is the best proof that you have completed your mission.  It turns out that your lord wants me to chop off his head, but I will not do this request, and I will never allow you to do it.  "When he said this, the wolf warrior's eyes suddenly became extremely cold. The fat man looked at the two things in front of him quietly. When he came, he was still planning so many things, but when he saw the old priest, he had given up, but now he can complete it so easily  , which makes him still awake. "The wolf blood ring is a sacred object of the Holy Wolf Clan. I hope you can make good use of it and not let down the sacrifice master's hard work.  "The wolf warrior said to the fat man. "" The fat man who left Despair Town was still confused, and there were too many confusions plaguing him. "Prophecy, what does that mean? What is a hero? Fatty"  He didn't know, he only knew that the wolf priest helped him inexplicably and gave him the sacred object of the Holy Wolf Clan. No matter what, the task was finally completed, but the fat man was not happy at all.  It felt like a long iron chain was tied to his body. Even he didn't know what the end of the chain was, but he felt very heavy. "Malegobi" The fat man cursed.  , swept away the suffocation in his chest, and ran forward. What if it was fate, so what if he was a hero? He was still the one he chose when he left.  The high priest's wand, the holy relics of the Holy Wolf Clan, and dozens of mineral samples were taken away not only for money, but also to return a favor to Ulan Plains and Despair Town.  To bring some hope to those who are struggling here. More at, address.
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