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Chapter 57 The White Priest Sod

Chapter 57: The White-robed Priest Soder

Leica left, carrying two black elf heads and a full of regret.

Panard and Natten returned with Vosterl, and they were puzzled by Leon's slight relief from Leon.

"After all, he did not touch the bottom line and committed an unforgivable crime..." Leon explained with a wry smile: "Forget it, anyway, we have enough spoils left."

Only Leon himself understood that letting Leka go was not just because the other party did not kill Voster, but that his words about the Beast Soul Warrior touched him.

Panard and others accepted Leon's explanation. After two battles, they now admire Leon.

All night was fine, and the next morning, a team of missing people left the Banshee Mountains.

On the way back, although the team was attacked by several monsters, they were finally in danger. The four of them worked together to kill a second-level monster and returned to Iron Fortress successfully.

While they arrived at the Iron Fortress, other soldiers who entered the dark place to participate in the trial also returned one after another. Some were happy and some were dejected. This time the task was very difficult, and there were many losers.

Later, after statistics, there were 235 trialists who completed the mission, and more than 40 soldiers were buried in the dark place, and some of them were not even recovered.

The fourteen black elf heads won by the Leon team, Leon and Panard were divided into four, and Natten and Waltre each got three. Such a record was absolutely conspicuous among the more than 400 trialists.

Keane, the highest commander of the Iron Fort garrison, even personally met Leon and gave encouragement in person. They recorded their war achievements in the archives of the Kingdom and Temple, and could be exchanged for rewards at any time.

The amazing Lion Knight finally said that no matter whether Leon or others can become beast soul warriors, the Iron Fort Garrison can open the door for them.

In the Kingdom of Bemon, joining the army is a kind of glory and the best way to obtain aristocratic titles - the premise is to make enough military achievements.

They stayed in Ironforge for one night, then returned to Tormond City the next day, completed the trial mission, and were eligible to participate in the soul-casting ceremony held in the temple the day before the New Year.

After a day and night of travel, the trialists returned to the Grand Plaza of Divine Light in Tormond.

There is no banquet that never ends. The temporary team formed during the trial mission is also time to part ways. Of course, in half a month, everyone will still be able to reunite in the temple.

"Lei, I won't say much about other nonsense. From now on, you and I will be brothers. If you have any questions, you can come to the garrison to find me!"

Panard patted his chest and said to Leon, "I must do my best!"

"Okay!" Leon laughed.

He stretched out his fist to touch Panard, Natten and Voster one by one, and waved goodbye.



"Brother Lei is back!"

Leon had just stepped into the gate of the small courtyard of the hotel rented a hotel. Huo Hammer ran over cheerfully and shouted in surprise, hugging his tiger waist.

"Here you back!" Leon patted his head with a smile: "When I wasn't there, you weren't naughty, right?"

"Without you, I wouldn't be able to control this guy!"

Yan Chuan, Aklan and others who heard the sound came out of the room. Yan Chuan asked with a smile: "Brother Lei, you are finally back!"

Leon nodded with a smile, and suddenly he found that there was a white-robed priest behind the rock hammer!

The white-robed priest was not tall and looked very old. His old face was covered with deep wrinkles, his long white hair was tied into braids and drooped to his shoulders, and he also held a blue-gray staff in his hand.

Fang Zheng has a slightly resolute face, a wide and huge nose, furry ears, and a pair of brown eyes flashing with wise light. She is also a bear-born person.

"Who is this?" Leon asked involuntarily.

Rock Hammer quickly pulled the fire hammer aside and introduced respectfully: "Brother Lei, this is Priest Sorde Bil, he is Elder Monstein's friend!"

Elder Monstein had a friend in the Tormond Temple? Leon was slightly surprised because he had never heard Elder Monstein mention such a person.

When he came to Tormond, Elder Monstein wrote a letter of recommendation, but the priest Rogert died a few years ago.

Of course, the appearance of this priest Soder still made him happy. It would be a bad thing to have a relationship in the temple, and the other party was a bear.

"Hello, dear priest Soder Pier!" Leon immediately saluted the other party.

The white-robed priest looked at Leon with a smile, nodded and said, "You are Leon? Well, it's very good. I'm very happy that you and Rock Hammer Tribe are such excellent warriors!"

"Monstein must have never mentioned me to you. Come and let's talk to you. I am not as cold as you young people!"

The city of Tormond is chilly in winter, and there is no room in the courtyard where the fireplace is burned.

The priest Soder spoke very funny and did not have the airs of a priest at all. Within a few words, the relationship between the two sides has been brought closer.

When we got to the room, everyone talked and Leon learned about the other party’s origin.

It turned out that Sorde Bil and Rogert were Elder Monstein's friends and teammates when he was young, and the three of them traveled to the mainland with the Orc Mercenary Group, and formed a deep friendship in the constant battles.

However, later the Kingdom of Bemon was in turmoil, and he continued to fail in the war with the elves and was forced to move northward. Therefore, the three embarked on different journeys in life.

Elder Monstein returned to his tribe to continue fighting, Rogert entered the temple of Tormond, while Soder went to the holy land of Ugru, and the connection between them was slowly interrupted.

In recent years, Soder has heard about Rogert's death, and he encountered some problems in Ugru, so he took the initiative to apply to the Temple of Tormond.

"It's a pity that the giant wood overpass is gone. I have never been able to contact Monstein. I don't know if your Mad Hammer Tribe is still in the Howling Forest. Now I feel relieved!" Soder said with sighing.

"Sir Soder, then how did you find us?" Leon asked curiously.

"It's a bit coincidental..." Soder smiled and said, "Because I have been preparing for the soul-casting ceremony half a month later, when I was looking through the list of trialers two days ago, I saw the names of you and the tribe, so I sent someone to find out your residence."

"I guess you should come back today, so I came here."

So that's the case, Leon suddenly realized: "That's a coincidence!"

"By the way, how did you complete this trial mission? I heard that the requirement is to capture the head of the underground black elf, and this mission is quite difficult." Priest Soder asked with concern.

Leon smiled and said, "My luck is pretty good. I wiped out a team of black elfs with a few teammates, and I won four heads!"

"Four heads!" Soder was shocked.

As the temple priest, he certainly knew how difficult it was to deal with the dark elves in the dark place. In order to deal with their harassment, the kingdom sent elite garrison troops in Iron Fortress.

In his opinion, it would be good if Leon was able to seize one head to complete the task, but he didn't expect that there were four.

The rock hammer on the side heard it excitedly, and he only regretted that he was not strong enough and could not fight side by side with Leon.

"No, really good!" The priest smiled into an old daisy with a face: "With this record, you will be much more sure of being promoted to a beast soul warrior!"

Leon's heart moved and asked, "Mr. Soder, I heard that the soul-casting ceremony of the trialists was in order. The more successful the advancement was, the greater the possibility of our lower tribe, and our lower tribe can only be after the upper tribe?"

Soder's face changed slightly, and he nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, this is not a secret. Our lower tribe is suffering a little."

"If the order of the soul-casting rituals is sorted completely according to the trial record according to the earliest temple rules, the warriors who complete the best mission in the trial will enjoy priority, but such rules were broken a hundred years ago."

"In the current temple of Tormond, the high priest of the bishop is a wolf. Among the twelve scepters, there are only two lower tribes. The Knights of the Temple are almost all composed of upper tribe warriors. Our lower tribe has no say in this regard, and we are powerless to change such an unfair situation."

"This is not just the Temple of Tormond, but the situation is the same in other provinces, including the Temple of the Holy Land."

"Fortunately, you have a record of four heads, so you will definitely rank among the lower tribes, so the impact is not very big."

The priest comforted him: "With your strength, you will definitely be favored by the Beast God. In addition to the gift of divine power, there are also the faith and courage of the trialist themselves."

"I understand, thank you for your advice." Leon took a deep breath and suppressed a trace of depression in his heart.

The difference between the upper tribe and the lower tribe is too big. Those priests of the upper tribe who are arrogant are really not good!

Leon could only be glad that he was not a vassal, otherwise he would not even have the chance to enter the temple.

"When you become a beast soul warrior, find a way to bring the Mad Hammer Tribe back!" Soder continued: "The kingdom has given up the southern territory. Sooner or later, the Howling Forest will be under the rule of the elves. Moving to the southwest province is the only choice."

Leon nodded solemnly. For the future of the Mad Hammer Tribe, migrating back to the Kingdom of Bemon was an inevitable choice.

But before that, he must first improve his strength.

In this world, strength is the basis of everything.

His heart couldn't help but fly to the sun of the soul-casting ceremony half a month later.
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