King’s Kingdom

The soldiers have no bad thoughts. As soldiers of the Central Military Region, they are all believers of the Church of God of War without exception. They respect these monks very much in their lives. Now the monks directly enter the army and get along with them day and night, which makes them feel good. .

Both sides have a good impression of each other, and they get along very naturally. A soldier volunteered to go to the kitchen to help Brother Silas make meals. A group of people sat at the dining table eating and drinking, chatting with each other, and the atmosphere was very lively.

"Oh right! I forgot about this!" Brother Sila took a sip of boiled water, patted his forehead, got up and walked into the cabinet, and began to rummage through his salute.

I saw that he took out a cloth bag from the cabinet and placed it lightly on the dining table. When he opened the cloth bag, he saw that there were many small pottery bottles inside.

"This... what is this? Oh God of War, this is holy water!" The soldiers were stunned for a while at first. They were about to joke that this small bottle was not suitable for use as a water bottle, but suddenly realized that this was not what they used to use. Holy water?

"That's right, it's holy water!" Brother Sila nodded and said, "Three bottles of holy water for each person. You have to keep these things safe. From now on, whether training or fighting, everyone must carry three bottles of holy water with you!"

"Ah? Why?" The soldiers were puzzled.

"One bottle is used to get rid of evil spirits for you, to prevent ghosts and other strange things from affecting you, and one bottle is used to smear on weapons, such as vampires, such as zombies and these monsters, it is difficult to kill them quickly with ordinary weapons. , you must use silver or smear holy water to kill them effectively."

Although the effect of silver is better, the price is too high to equip each of you, so you can only use holy water instead.

"The remaining bottle is for your life-saving use!" Brother Sila said, "If you suffer a non-fatal wound on the battlefield, you can use holy water to treat it. It is thirty centimeters long and three centimeters deep. The following wounds can be used to stop the bleeding, wounds less than 20 centimeters long and two centimeters deep can make you less weak in addition to stopping the bleeding, and wounds less than ten centimeters long and one centimeter deep can make you not lose your combat effectiveness!”

"Holy water can be used to temporarily relieve symptoms of injuries or diseases. Even if you suffer from puncture injuries, as long as you don't die immediately and your internal organs are not injured, you can improve your chances of survival and speed up your healing!"

"Of course, in the case of disease... God of War's well-being usually doesn't benefit diseases, you know it!" Brother Sila laughed dryly. Although the holy water of the Church of God of War has a huge advantage in warfare, it is not effective in curing diseases, saving people and killing monsters. Much worse, this is a flaw.

"Okay, thank you..." The soldiers took these bottles into their arms.

"If you have used it, lost it, or broken the bottle, you can come to me to replenish holy water. The purpose of my coming to the army is not only to live and die with you, but also to distribute holy water!"

The monks joined the army to boost morale and distribute holy water was the meaning of Theodosius. These monks of the Church of God of War, who had been edified by the teachings for a long time, were completely excellent inspirers and warriors.

It is too wasteful to let them listen to the prayers of the residents all day long in the monastery, and it does not conform to the teachings of the Church of God of War.

Carrying a warhammer and great sword, wearing heavy armor on the battlefield, smashing the enemy's skull, dismembering the enemy with painful weapons, and inspiring the courage of the warriors without fear of death. This is what a war **** cultivator should do.

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Under the protection of the holy tree, Ikopixi and the surrounding settlements are still full of greenery. Even in the cold winter, the harsh north wind still cannot affect the wood elves' living range.

Today's Ikopixi is very lively, because this elf kingdom has welcomed guests from afar.

In Ikopixi's gorgeous banquet hall, an extraordinarily sumptuous banquet was being held, and the atmosphere in the venue was in full swing, not inferior to the scene of Theodosius.

The elf king Mutariyaan sat on the throne, picked up a wine glass made of sterling silver, and drank it after touching the person beside him.

The elves are worthy of being elves, even in this rough drinking method, Mutaryyaan can do it well.

And the person sitting next to him had no sense of elegance at all, swallowing the wine in big mouthfuls, and the sweet wine spilled out, making his beard all wet.

Letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, this short but very stout man clenched his beard, licked the remaining wine pulp on his hands, and laughed: "The wine of the elves is delicious, not as good as our "Red Fire Mine Cave". "Difference!"

"King Godolin's reputation is too much, but it's just some rough food, if you like it, it's good if you don't think we're neglecting it!"

Mutariyaan still had a dignified smile on his face that couldn't be faulted, but his brows were slightly wrinkled.

In fact, elves have a much higher opinion of dwarves than humans. As early as more than 4,000 years ago, when elves and dwarves occupied large areas of land and established their kingdoms, they got along relatively well.

Perhaps due to the pressure of the dark creatures~www.readwn.com~ Although they can't reach the point of mutual allies, if one side is in trouble, the other side will give a little support depending on the situation.

The elves call dwarves the rightful masters of the mountains, a forging race with a resolute character.

The dwarves call elves the natural darling of the elements, the perfect race of elegance and nobility.

The dwarves do not feel that the etiquette of elves is pretentious. Instead, they are influenced by it and pay more attention to etiquette.

The elves also don't care about the rudeness of the dwarves. They think that although they may not be as good as elves in terms of etiquette, their rough and unrestrained characters are original and hearty, which is lovely.

So generally speaking, elves have a relatively high tolerance for dwarves for some rude behavior, which can make Mutariaan feel disgusted in his heart. It is really that this King Godolin is too rude.

That ugly behavior when drinking, and actually wringing the wine out of the beard and licking it after drinking, is simply disgusting.

The deafening loud voice did not say anything, as the dwarves have always been, but the strong stench that accompanied the laughter made Mutaryyan unbearable.

However, because he asked others, Mutariyaan still forcibly held back and smiled: "I wonder how King Godolin thought about my previous proposal?"

"Oh, that thing..." King Godolin's eyes were a little erratic, and he coughed softly: "Don't you still have that southern human king as an ally? Why do you want to ask me for help so urgently? "

Speaking of the King of Humans, Mutaryyan's expression was very ugly, and he made no secret of his disgust for humans.

"Let's not mention those despicable villains who are treachery. I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore. Compared with those ugly humans, I am more willing to trust my dwarf brothers!"