The existence of these Priests could increase the strength of an army by three to four times. This was definitely not an exaggeration!
Just like the priests of the Vatican of Lambas, the priests were the auxiliary troops. The support they provided to their allies could greatly change the course of a battle. Unlike the understanding of many modern people, in his eyes, in this kind of cold weapon warfare, a charge was a charge. If a soldier was injured, he was injured. If a soldier died, he was dead. Everyone's abilities were basically fixed after forming a group, and it was very difficult to change it.
However, all of this changed after meeting the Priests of the Vatican of Lambas. Many people had never seen the terrifying increase in the strength of these auxiliary troops in a large-scale battle.
Not only many, but most people did not have this awareness. Because the Priests were almost completely wiped out in the war three thousand years ago, there were only so many Priests left in the Elven Race … Basically, they stayed in the Temple. Back then, there were more than five thousand Priests. However, all of this ended in the sorrowful Moonset Forest.
Xia Wei's robe looked as old as ever. Her figure was considered exquisite, but it was not prominent under the ancient Priest robe.
Xia Wei raised her hand to the back of her head and stopped in her tracks.
In front of her was a magnificent but desolate temple. There was a strange silence around it. It was basically a brownish-yellow color with a hint of black. The temple, which was made of huge stones, seemed to be greatly damaged. It was obvious that it was caused by some kind of violent impact. The edges of the gate, which was supposed to be the most magnificent gate of the temple, had melted. She really did not know what kind of impact and heat could cause the solid marble to become like this.
Xia Wei walked in. This place brought her endless sorrow and hatred. However, this hatred didn't make her lose her mind. On the contrary, she behaved like an ordinary priestess after becoming an Undead. She didn't do anything that was out of line.
This mysterious army had never participated in any battles and had never even appeared on the continent. As a result, many people did not know what was so special about this Elder of the Undead Council. However, this was not the most mysterious thing about Xia Wei. When she stepped into the dilapidated Temple and stood in front of the deity statue in the center of the Temple, the scene here would definitely shock all the Elves.
A statue of a deity — a statue of a real deity!
No one would have thought that there would be one of the few statues of the True Gods in the entire Elven Empire!
Moreover, the surroundings were kept very clean, and not a single piece of the map was missing. But unlike the Darthill Temple, there was no one praying here. The desolate temple hall was empty, and there was a small stone platform in front of the statue of the goddess.
Xia Wei lifted her head and looked at the statue that was glowing faintly. The statue was huge and looked exactly the same as the one in Oditore. They seemed to be from the same era.
However, this was not what Xia Wei needed to pay attention to. She walked in front of the statue and reached out to touch the protective stone slab in front of the statue.
The words on it were already a little blurred. The slate didn't look big, and the edges were very smooth, as if it had been rubbed countless times. Xia Wei lowered her head and sighed. Her slender fingers moved across the surface. After so many years, Xia Wei once again read the words on it.
"Then the people who were blessed when the disaster came …"
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His mind was in a mess. He had been waiting here for a long time.
Looking up, the temple was still the same as usual. There were elves walking by from time to time to pray silently in front of the goddess. Many of them curiously looked at Many sitting here, but did not say anything. They only expressed slight curiosity towards this human who was in a daze, and then left.
It was the third day.
Many did not eat much during this period. He only drank some water when he was hungry and ate some bread. When he was almost full, he continued to wait here.
For three days, Many basically sat in the same position, motionless like a statue. Marfala would appear in the main hall of the temple from time to time, but he did not pay attention to Many. He would leave after he finished his prayers, and did not say anything from beginning to end.
Many did not care about that. He only had one thing on his mind — Sylvia.
A person could enter a very strange state. Many seriously looked at his relationship experience with Sylvia along the way, and carefully thought about how Sylvia developed her feelings for him. Many kept thinking about it, and gradually understood how delicate the situation he was in was.
He had to say that Many was a lucky man. He had inadvertently gained the favor of two women, but this was the beginning of his misfortune. Because after Sylvia left, Many slowly understood what caused her to suffer such a huge blow …
The elves saw marriage as a sacred relationship. As a very ancient and cultured race, the reason why the elves still had low fertility was that their monogamy was very strict. The so-called strict did not just mean "monogamy". According to the elven customs, once a husband and wife no longer had feelings for each other, they could choose to not contact each other, or even never see each other again. However, the elves did not have the concept of "divorce."
Furthermore, if one party suddenly died during the marriage, the other party would not be allowed to remarry.
Many suddenly remembered this rule. Only now did he realize how sacred the word "marriage" was to Sylvia … And he did not even discuss such a sacred thing with her before marrying another woman …
Many wanted to slap himself in the face, but regret was useless. Many was a very practical person. He would not waste too much energy on useless things. Soon, he began to think of a way out for himself.
His marriage with Flora was already set in stone. This was a fact that he could not change no matter what. He could not go back on his own and marry Sylvia at the same time. Only a lunatic would do something like that. For Oditore and the Empire of Saint Reims, his marriage with Flora was a political step that must be taken. Many did not only have women in his heart, but also the desire to strive for the benefits and happiness of the people in his territory. So from a different perspective, his behavior was understandable.
How was he going to explain it to Nana?
Many people wouldn't be able to bear it if they didn't give Nana a reasonable identity. However, other than the Caucasian Trolls, there wasn't any polygamy system in this world that many people would refer to. Furthermore, he didn't have the extravagant hope that two women could coexist harmoniously and become his partners at the same time. Although men had more or less thought about such things, women's thoughts were never as generous as they imagined. Many people wouldn't forget this point no matter how idiotic they were when it came to relationships.
While he was thinking, he seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head. His stiff body gave out cracking sounds as his joints rubbed against each other. Then, a pitiful figure appeared in his sight … Sylner finally appeared in front of Many again.
"No matter what the road ahead is, I hope … you can accompany me to the end."
Sylvia had only said this sentence, and Many felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from his heart. He took a closer look at Sylvia. She was wearing a short shirt today, no longer the long and complicated priestess robe. Compared to when she left, Nana had more calmness and elegance. She looked even more like a graceful beauty. Her enchanting eyes were a little red and swollen today, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Many understood that she had overcome many psychological barriers before she took this step.
In this situation, it was useless to say more. Many did not dare to overstep etiquette. After all, this was still the area of the temple. He looked to the side, but there was no sign of Marfala in the distance, and the believers around were still praying devoutly. However, some people saw Sylvia, who was usually a priestess, in a different outfit and looked over curiously.
"Do you still need to tell your mother?"
"I've already told her."
Sylvia was a man of few words. She lowered her head slightly, looking a little lonely but relieved.
Many breathed a sigh of relief. He was not very willing to face Sylvia's mother … It was not only because of the pressure from the high priest, but also because the feeling from her body made Many uncomfortable … In short, it was a psychological resistance. Now that there was no need, Many felt much more at ease. He took a deep breath and said, "Then … let's go."
"Yes."
Sylvia turned back to look at the temple — the place where she had stayed for months. She then bit her lip as if she had made a decision, and turned to follow Many's footsteps.
But they had not gone far when Many suddenly frowned.
He felt that something was wrong. The enhancement of the Krillin's Blade and the absorption of the Dragon Crystal had made his perception much better than before. Many times, he suddenly stopped in the corridor of the temple because he felt a very awkward and uncomfortable aura approaching.
Now that he was far away, he wasn't sure what that aura was, but he could sense that it was rapidly approaching … And when he suddenly raised his head to look in front of him, he saw a figure that made him feel extremely strange!