Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Xing was awakened by the movement outside.

He pulled out his consciousness and looked outside. At first glance, he found that the temple seemed to have changed a lot. It was much cleaner and more beautiful, and there were many flowers around it.

But he only took a quick glance.

Because someone is fighting next to you.

To be precise, it's Orr and... a big white lion?

That handsome and tall man, Mu Xing looked through his human form, and saw his real body at a glance.

The huge, snow-white snow lion without a trace of variegation, at the moment its hair exploded, roared threateningly, and stared at the high priest in front of it.

"What are you doing if you don't agree with me!" Amos touched his left ear angrily.

The tip of the ear was burning hot at the moment, a fireball just brushed past his cheek mercilessly.

Naturally, this scalding was nothing to the rough-skinned and thick-skinned snow lion. What made him angry was that the hair around his ear was scorched.

This damned Naya priest dared to damage his flawless hair.

His golden pupils gradually darkened, a sign of the orc's anger.

Auer said coldly: "Any fanatic who disrespects my god deserves to die."

Mu Xing: "..."

Don't be like this, you're making me look like some dark evil god.

Perhaps because of the brainwashing of the high priests of the past, Orr's loyalty and fanaticism to the gods has reached a pathological point.

This is not quite right.

Mu Xing said: "Al."

Orr was startled, then ecstatic, and ignored Amos next to him, and knelt down: "My god! Are you calling me?"

Mu Xing admonished him in a very sticky tone: "Calmness, kindness, and tolerance are the virtues you should have."

Orr was startled, and bowed his head in shame: "I was wrong."

Without further ado, he apologized to Amos who was standing aside: "I'm sorry, Vesta guests who came from afar, I apologize to you for my rudeness just now."

Sure enough.

Mu Xing just wanted to try out how to persuade such fanatics.

It turned out that he didn't need to think of anything at all.

He only needs to order directly: in Orr's eyes, whatever the god says is right.Any decree of the gods, even if it is for him to kill himself immediately, he will carry it out without hesitation.

Amos saw this person apologized to himself inexplicably. He didn't believe in the Naya gods, so he couldn't hear the conversation between the two.

But he could guess who the cold priest was talking to just now.

Is it really the god of Naya?

He stared at the crystal ball on the high platform suspiciously, and the tip of his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled something.

Seeing him staring straight at the crystal ball that carried the soul of the god, Auer frowned, and subconsciously wanted to scold him, but then remembered the admonition from the god just now, and endured it.

God said, be tolerant and kind.

While he was bowing his head to persuade himself, Amos had already approached the high platform briskly.

The nose is more sensitive than the Naya people and can smell special breaths.

He stared straight at the crystal ball, couldn't help stretching out his hand...

Swish!

If it wasn't for his claws hiding quickly, the wind blade just now would have left his hand mercilessly.

"Irreverent Vesta!" Orr's voice was trembling with anger, his green eyes were filled with raging anger, "How dare you use your dirty hands to blaspheme my god!"

Amos: "..."

He touched his nose embarrassingly, and took a step back.

Well, this time, he admitted that he did offend himself.

"Sorry, I was rude." He stepped back several steps in succession under the guarded look of the high priest.

For the sake of the few flowers he brought, and mainly for the sake of the gods, Al decided not to bother with this stupid thing.

He said with a cold face, "Since the offering is over, guest, please leave the temple."

Amos walked out the door helplessly, while looking at the crystal ball several times reluctantly.

Just now, he always felt that he smelled something.

The smell is very similar to the snow lion's favorite sherry grass. After taking a sip, I really want to turn into a beast shape, roll lazily on the ground, and ask someone to comb my hair.

Seeing the beautiful big lion leave, Mu Xing looked at his high priest.

Orr still had a cold face, obviously still angry about what happened just now.

Mu Xing said: "Auer, don't be angry. I don't care about these little things."

He intended to let Al not be so sensitive about his affairs.He is obviously a cold and intelligent high priest, usually calm and reserved, but whenever he encounters something related to "gods", he immediately explodes at one point.

Weaknesses are all too obvious.

Unexpectedly, Orr's face was moved after hearing his words: "My God is really tolerant and fraternal, and possesses supreme virtues. Your character is more pure and pure than the dewdrops on the petals in the morning, and more pure and selfless than the flawless moon in the night sky. Your heart is like the Eldori River..."

Mu Xing: "..."

Come again and again.

A chant and praise like wholesale.

He listened to this passage patiently, because he knew that it would be useless to interrupt this time, just treat it as listening to a poetry recitation.

After blurting out a long list of praises to my god, Auer calmed down slightly: "However, your tolerance is not a reason for rude people to offend you."

He raised his head and looked firmly in the direction of Mu Xing: "As your high priest, your most devout believer, I cannot allow anyone to offend you in the slightest!"

Mu Xing sighed lightly.

Maybe he doesn't have any beliefs himself, and it's really hard for him to understand this emotion.

Just because he couldn't understand it didn't mean he couldn't feel it.

He really felt surging and sincere emotions from Orr and from those Naya people who enshrined him.

And these emotions, falling on his body, turned into strands of golden light spots, nourishing his divine power.

This is the power of faith.

He looked at the flowers in the temple.

These flowers are all carefully picked off at the most beautiful time and dedicated to their gods.

This is their way of expressing respect and love for their gods.

Mu Xing sighed softly: "I already know your intentions, it's just that these flowers bloom on the branches, and they are still beautiful for a few days. If you pick them off, they will last for a long time."

He was just saying a word of regret.

But as his eyes fell on those flower branches, those flowers quickly grew green leaves and roots in Orr's shocked and gradually excited expression.

They regain their lives.

If it weren't for the thick stone slabs paved on the ground of the temple, these flowers even meant to plant themselves on the spot.

Orr, who had witnessed all this, knelt down again and shouted a miracle.

A knight who was climbing on the high dome to remove the skylight happened to see this scene.

He was so shocked that he subconsciously wanted to kneel down, forgetting that he was lying on the window, and rolled down from the window as soon as he let go.

Fortunately, his companion caught him in time.

But this person didn't care about panic at all, but shouted in surprise: "A miracle! I saw a miracle!"

He narrated the scene he had just seen aloud.

At the same moment, High Priest Auer walked out of the temple and asked the believers to go to the temple to carry the flowers in the temple.

They planted these words around the temple, and the petals that occasionally fell were picked up with great care and hidden in their close-fitting pockets.

These are flower petals favored by the gods.

Bring it home for good luck!

The movements of the Naya Kingdom are not hidden.

Soon, news spread that Naya's god seemed to be awakening.

The first to get the news was Nato Kingdom.

The civilians in the kingdom cheered endlessly. Although they split off, they were still Naya people after all.

They will always remember the glory of that powerful empire once on this continent.Always remember the god who has protected this land for thousands of years.

Nato's royal family fell into a brief panic.

They didn't really believe this rumor, and they didn't want him to be true.

Nato's royal family was once aristocratic from the Naya Empire. After the empire split, he took his confidants and army to become independent and established the Nato Kingdom.

Later, with the support of the Tianhai Empire, it fought against the Naya Kingdom.

Nato's royal family had long converted their beliefs.

They knew very well that as long as the god woke up, and the god didn't even have to say a word, Nato's people would defect.

Vesta Empire and Sky Sea Empire naturally also received the news.

Both the wizard of the Temple of War and the archbishop of the Temple of Light hurried into the temple.

Temple of War.

The white-haired great wizard stood bowed in the temple, telling his god the news from the Naya kingdom.

After waiting for a long time, a thunderous voice sounded in the temple:

"The gods are awake? Gallia has died long ago, and there is nothing left. How can he be resurrected? It's nonsense!"

The great wizard asked: "Then my God, what measures should we take?"

Thunderous voices came from all directions: "Why do you care so much? They take care of their own business."

Great Wizard: "...Okay, my God."

Temple of Light.

The archbishop's ceremony is obviously much more elaborate.

He first bathed and changed his clothes in the holy water that contained the divine power of light, and then washed his hands carefully in the pool full of petals.

Make sure you are elegant, refined, clean and fragrant all over.

After entering the temple, in the core sanctuary that only bishops and above can enter, he knelt in front of a golden basin filled with clear water.

The archbishop's voice was as smooth and moving as elegant music: "Almighty God, your believers have received news that the gods of the Naya Kingdom are about to wake up. We have no way of knowing whether the news is true or not, and we dare not easily spy on the traces of the gods. Asking the will of my God, how should we act?"

The water in the golden basin gently rippled, with ripples floating in circles.

The archbishop held his breath and waited for a long time, but nothing happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that God is temporarily absent, or he has no time to take care of such trivial matters.

He walked out of the temple and ordered softly: "Just keep staring at Naya, and you don't need to take any action."

As long as there is a one in ten thousand chance that this news is true, they dare not act rashly.

They cannot afford the price of prying into the privacy of a god.