Chapter 113 They Still Have Their Reason
"Finally gone."

After Lysabelle left, the gaze also left.

Fari could feel that this gaze seemed to linger on him for a moment before disappearing.

"Did that so-called god send her to me?"

It seems that the god of nature has some extra attention to Lysabel. Such individuals occasionally appear among mortal races. They have some special connection with the gods they believe in. They can cast divine spells faster and occasionally hear some "divine revelations" from the whispers in their ears when praying.

These people will basically become the focus of training by the church, and most of them will eventually become high-ranking church leaders.

Fary watched as Lysabel reunited with his companions, then quickly broke away from the Skitarii through the woods, and finally shook his head.

"Probably not."

For the God of Nature, it is obviously more convenient to throw Lysabelle directly near the elves' mother tree than to throw her into his own nest.

Those elves were recorded in the books of Dragon Island. Although their era had ended, they were luckier than many civilizations. The magical forest they created at the last moment seemed to have preserved a trace of the afterglow of civilization.

This forest will tear apart malicious invaders. Several civilized eras have passed since the elves retreated into the forest. There were kings who wanted to conquer this forest, but after the forest tore apart their armies and legends, they had no choice but to retreat.

At least when that information was last updated, the forest was still protecting the elves within it.

The direction that Lisabel and the others were heading towards was the huge forest.

The forest is still some distance away from here, but for the clergy of the God of Nature, surviving in the wild and avoiding pursuit are basic skills, and it is difficult for those people of the Sun God Cult to catch them.

"Just follow me here. It's probably not my turn to appear yet."

Fari stopped. He didn't want to follow the team directly into the forest of the elves. Even for dragons, it was full of dangers. There were several legends of elves slaying dragons on the continent. But those reckless dragons still ran into the forest on their own. The Council was not in the right and could only express a little concern.

After all, there is a so-called god standing behind these elves.

"It's becoming increasingly difficult for young dragons to control the instincts that come from their bloodlines. Perhaps we should look for other ways."

This sentence fell at the end of those records.

Fari didn't know whether the Council had found "another way". The person who wrote that sentence was older than him and had written it 725 years ago.

"But where are my goblins?"

There were no goblins in the surrounding villages, and in Farui's memory, these human settlements should like to hire goblin laborers. Not long ago, Farui was still sleeping and a goblin was praying, hoping that the humans around him would be easier to deceive so that the new batch of goods in his workshop could pass the inspection.

"There is absolutely no problem with normal use, but because of some cutting corners, the service life is shortened by a few years."

The goblin was afraid that he was praying for the wrong person, so he even recited the technical specifications during his prayer.

Farui had flown over six villages, a small castle with the flag of the Cult of the Sun, and its attached manor, and he didn't see a single goblin.

"Something's not right."

Fari stayed high in the air and made a larger circle. Finally, he saw the goblins near a small village.

A convoy of goblins was blocked at the entrance of the village. A team of clergymen blocked the entrance of the village. The soldiers behind them held weapons in their hands and seemed ready for battle.

"You can't do this. The church has an agreement with us and the pilgrimage will not be hindered."

The leading goblin was very angry and spit at the priest in front of him.

There were many carts covered with tarpaulins in the goblin caravan. Judging from the outlines drawn by the tarpaulins, they were probably carrying statues of Fari.

He saw many statues of himself in the place where the goblins had settled before. And the remaining carriages in the caravan seemed to be loaded with food and people.

"We have not received an order to release you. You need to show the pass from the parish church."

"I didn't ask for a pass last time."

The guards in the convoy also got off their carriages. Among them were mutants with third or fourth level strength, and their equipment was better than that of the crusaders stationed in the village.

"Without a pass, you foreigners cannot appear in the church's parish."

The crusaders behind the priest also raised their weapons, with a barely perceptible fanaticism on their faces. Even though they were no match for the goblin group in front of them, they would bravely launch an attack as long as the priest in front of them gave the order.

Anyway, this is the diocese of the Sun God Cult, and the other crusaders who have arrived will avenge them.

"The Sun God priests I met before were not like this..."

No one noticed that Farri, who was high in the sky, was listening to the argument below, and it seemed that the argument was about to turn into a conflict.

"I repeat, the agreement stipulates that the pilgrims have the right to pass through the church's diocese, and you have no right to stop them."

The leading goblin was still trying to negotiate, but the clergymen in front of him just raised their weapons silently, and they would start attacking as long as the goblins made any unusual movements.

The goblins also began to riot. This attitude of the other side angered many goblins. To the goblins, being selected for the pilgrimage was an honor, but as great as this honor was, the shame of not completing the pilgrimage was as great.

Even the leading goblin began to observe the enemy's formation and the deployment of the Crusaders on the village's low walls. He used to be an officer in the goblin army and had captured more than ten small villages like the one in front of him. Some of them were taken by fighting side by side with the Crusaders.

But in the end, he suppressed his anger and gestured to the convoy to retreat. He was no longer an officer and had to be responsible for the pilgrimage.

"Wait a minute, who said you can leave now? Without a pass, you must accept the trial of the Inquisition. You can only leave after it is confirmed that you are not an evil alien."

The priest in front of him spoke, and the fanaticism in the eyes of his crusaders grew stronger and stronger, and they had already pointed their weapons at the goblins in front of them.

Even the leading goblin could not tolerate such an insult. He reached for his waist, but there was no sword that had accompanied him for five years.

Five years is a long time for a normal goblin.

"Stop it all!"

Just as the conflict was about to begin, a voice came from afar, and a priest on horseback appeared on the horizon.

"The high priest ordered us to let these goblins pass."

The priest on horseback arrived at the entrance of the village, and his orders made the priests at the entrance frown.

"But, the pass."

The priest ignored him and came to the leading goblin.

"Your passes."

Although he was not as hostile as the priest at the entrance of the village, the priest's attitude was definitely not good. After coldly handing the pass to the goblin in front of him, he rode away on his horse.

"A pass issued by the high priest."

The leading goblin opened the pass and took a look.

"Thank goodness the church leaders haven't completely lost their minds."

(End of this chapter)