Destiny

The Goblin Pickup spent most of the day running through the forest, and it was not until nightfall that it finally reached the nearest town.

Seeing the guards at the city gate, its legs trembled, but it had to quietly approach.

Being able to escape from the heavily guarded mercenary base, Pika must have a clever trick. It muttered something and performed a strange dance on the spot. Waves flashed across its body, and then the whole green skin burrowed into the mud.

Ordinary people had no reaction to the movement under the ground. The soil was like a soft sea. The pickup truck held its breath and "swimmed" towards the town with a grunt.

This was a life-saving spell it had learned from the old priest in the tribe before it left. It had relied on this trick for many years and had never been unsuccessful. For some reason, it was particularly difficult to swim today. It barely reached the destination after using up all its magic power. The greenskin listened to the movement above its head and quietly jumped out.

In a dusty abandoned warehouse, a bulge suddenly appeared on the ground, and a goblin jumped out of it. When it came out, the ground naturally returned to its original flat state.

Pika dug out a set of human clothes from the rubbish pile, hid his ugly skin and face under a hat, dressed up as a homeless human child, and ran out dirty. As he ran, his steps slowly stopped, and he felt a little uneasy.

The goblin looked around but didn't dare to open the door. But there was no other place in the warehouse where he could jump out, and the window was out of reach. The goblin hesitated and moved towards the door, and faintly heard a sound.

"Is this where the magic fluctuations come from?"

"Hmm, I don't know what little thing sneaked in."

"It's too much trouble to wait for him to come out. I'll just open the door."

As he said this, the outside suddenly became quiet. The goblin stepped back subconsciously, and the old iron door in front of him was smashed away with a clang. The blonde female knight in armor whistled, and her powerful muscles were wrapped in armor. She put down the shield in her hand with ease.

"It's a little gadget, um... a goblin?"

The female knight circled around the dizzy goblin, turned her head and asked with a smile: "Aika, what do you think?"

"Some time ago, a group of church elites died in the Dark Forest." The responder's tone was hazy and full of sleep. "The nobles also sent people here like crazy... Yawn... No smart goblin would enter the city at this time, unless he is a fool."

"Then it seems we have met a big fool."

The female knight laughed happily, and swung her heavy steel shield back at the goblin's head, with a deafening sound when it hit the ground. Pica almost thought it was his own head that was smashed open, and his crooked hat had long since rolled away, and his mouth was as wide as his eyes. The female knight scratched her ears and ignored its screams: "Okay, it's still alive, isn't it? What's your name, where are you from, what are you doing here, and why are you using magic? Tell me everything."

"Otherwise——"

The shield made a teeth-grinding sound, and the blonde girl smiled brightly: "I can only kill you."

The pickup's legs tightened, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of urine. It whimpered and swallowed, and without hesitation, it followed the instructions of the Terror Clergyman and shook off the matter.

The goblins were not stupid at all. If they knew that he had stolen something, they would be turned into a pot of goblins in a few minutes! Pica not only followed Mason's instructions, but also pushed the pot onto the other party.

The blond knight looked thoughtful: "How come I didn't know there was such a person in the Dark Forest... Where is the thing he gave you?"

"Here, here!"

Pika quickly took out the badge. The gold badge was as smooth as a mirror, without any mark. The knight made way: "Aishana, come and have a look."

A petite girl wearing a black hood walked out from behind her and took the badge. Her fingertips stroked the golden surface, and a melodious sound emerged, like a graceful singing.

The magic elements gathered and injected into the badge. The girl suddenly paused, and her eyes under the hood were tinged with a hint of doubt. She did not try, but handed it back to the knight.

“I can’t access its information.”

"Huh?"

"Fortune says it has its own way. If possible, I would like to see the owner of this badge with my own eyes. Sally."

Aishana took off her hood, revealing her long, slender ears. Her emerald eyes were brighter than new leaves, and the elf whispered in a mysterious tone: "The stars did not show me how to find him, but I saw him standing among the thousands, born to stand in front of the altar and be worshipped."

Astrologers' predictions are always strange. Sally shrugged nonchalantly, lifted the frightened goblin with one hand and said with a smile: "Okay, since you want to, let's go and take a look."

As she said this, she shook the goblin and said, "Little one, don't sleep anymore. Get up and lead the way."

The goblin nodded timidly, wondering who they were. When he saw the flash of light from the elf girl's cloak, he looked away in horror.

It was a griffin brooch with a very simple meaning: [Royal Inquisition Execution Team].

These two men are the bodyguards of the royal family of the kingdom.

The Dark Forest is a paradise for monsters and robbers, but for the elves, it is as easy as returning home. Not to mention the goblins born here, even the knights in full armor can easily shuttle through the forest at night without any effort.

The pickup truck led them back in a dejected manner. It took them half a day to go there, but only three hours to come back. From a distance, the three of them saw a faint glow of fire. When they got closer, they found it was a campfire.

So weak.

This was Sally's first thought.

He was like a faint, pale night shadow. Anyone could easily defeat him with physical strength, but no one would be hostile to such a person. The female knight, who was young enough to join the execution team, sat down carelessly by the campfire, staring at the other party with her face propped up. Aisana nodded politely to her master and sat down as well.

Seeing that everyone had sat down, Pika looked around and saw some fruits placed next to the campfire. He quickly sat down next to the fruits and started stuffing them into his mouth. The little squirrel squeaked in dissatisfaction, but only calmed down after the young man's careless caress.

Sally thought it looked familiar: "Do you have elf blood?"

Only elf blood can be so close to nature. The silver-haired young man shook his head slightly. Sally thought about it and it was right. If he had elf blood, her companions would have noticed it long ago. Elves have a long lifespan, difficult reproduction, and a harmonious relationship with each other. She turned her head to look at Aishana, but saw that her beautiful eyes were full of surprise, looking up and down at the young man in front of her.

After a long time, Aishana said with deep emotion: "Fortunately, we found you first. Are you willing to join the sect of the Goddess of Nature?"

"Hey, Aishana!" Sally shouted, fearing that she might get too excited. "Don't forget our identities. We are still on a mission. Why are you preaching?"

"If we don't recruit him now, once the church sees him, we may not get a share."

Aisana whispered something to him. Pica listened with his ears tilted up, but only caught some fragmentary words such as "God...", "Descend...", "Priest...". He blinked and looked at the silver-haired young man in confusion. He was still the same, but he no longer had the cold temperament that he had before. It was like a real ordinary person sitting here.

What is the purpose of this heretic?

Pika racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. Sally, who was convinced, turned around and asked enthusiastically, "Hey, handsome man, do you plan to join the Church of the God of War?"

The young man calmly rejected her: "I have my own beliefs."

Sally raised her eyebrows. "Wow, which family got a treasure like you first? The Goddess of Beauty and Love? Then you must be very beautiful. The Goddess of Silence and Night? Hmm... your temperaments are indeed somewhat similar. Why don't you bring someone with you when you go out? A son of God like you will definitely be regarded as a target by the enemy church if you walk outside. It's very dangerous to be alone."

"My name is Canaan, and I came here to find someone."

The fingers stroking the squirrel's head stopped, and Sally keenly felt the eyes behind the mask falling on her, which made her feel a little dangerous. The female knight smiled unchanged, but her body instinctively blocked in front of her companion. The tense muscles were strong enough to crush a stone.

Fortunately, the other party had no intention of attacking her and quickly looked away from her. He spoke calmly without disguising his fatigue: "My master's name is Nasir. As his disciple, I am looking for the lost followers."

A glimmer of magic flashed in the elf's eyes. After a moment, she nodded gently, not noticing that the other party was lying.

No one can lie to an astrologer. They may be able to deceive others and even themselves, but they can never deceive themselves about the traces of time and destiny. As long as there is a slight discrepancy, the astrologer can find the problem.

Honesty is a good start. Sally's tone softened: "Who are you looking for? As long as you give us what you picked up earlier, we can help you find anyone."

As a royal guard, she has the confidence and right to do so. The silver-haired young man remained motionless, his tired and pale profile blurred into a shadow by the firelight in the darkness. The moonlight fell coldly on the forest, and the small shining particles floating in the air woven into a white gauze. The mist quietly lingered around everyone, and only the branches kept burning and making crackling sounds.

Obviously, he was seriously injured. This was one of the reasons why Sally was willing to sit down and talk. After all, the danger of fighting with a tiger was definitely greater than that of a sick beast. The silver-haired young man was very gentle. He talked about his own affairs as if he was telling a story. His voice was as light as clear water in such a scene, with a weariness that was difficult to conceal.

Sally felt that the description he gave was familiar. She scratched her chin and said, "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before, Aishana, do you have any impression of him?"

The latter calmly reminded her: "In the great prison of the church."

Sally suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, yes, those who are going to be burned to death in the pagan prison!"

The excited voice stopped abruptly. Under the gaze of the young man, the female knight awkwardly changed the topic: "Uh... he is not dead yet, how about you give us the things and we will help you rob him now?"

The words sounded like a joke, but the hidden line of sight kept bumping into his heart. The silver-haired young man didn't say anything, and just when Sally thought that they were going to negotiate a breakup, he tiredly replied: "It's useless for you to hold it. My name is already written on it. It has become a [step]."

As a knight who was born into a noble family and had the right to know the secrets of the higher order, and an elf who had a long life and extensive knowledge, the two of them could not help but change their expressions slightly when they heard the term. Seeing that they did not believe him, the young man took out a box from his arms and handed it to them. Sally recognized at a glance that it was a sealed box made of special wood, which could isolate any foreign objects from detection and would only be used in extremely rare circumstances. She took the box and opened it carefully. What appeared inside was not the green leaves described by the goblin, but a...

Aishana took it out and carefully opened it. The dried red liquid had words written on it that they didn't recognize. But when anyone saw these words, they would know what it was.

This is a story.

This is a story about a certain person that has been written in the history of the World Tree.

The most difficult part of a mortal's path to becoming a god is how to gain the recognition of the World Tree, write one's deeds on its leaves, carve them into history, and solidify them into the steps to ascend to the throne of God. However, in recent years, the leaves of the World Tree have begun to fall frequently, and some of them have been lost in the world and obtained and studied by various forces. The most significant result is the path of man becoming a god.

Writing one's name on the leaf of the World Tree is not an easy thing, but as the other party said, once it is written, this leaf of the World Tree will be useless to others. Even if one dies, the story recorded will still have an ending and cannot be dissolved or erased.

Aishana closed the book with regret: "It's no longer useful."

Shana shrugged helplessly: "Well, it seems that our luck is not very good. It doesn't matter. There will always be a next time."

No, not anymore.

Mason stared at their vivid faces and thought silently in his heart. At this time, everyone thought that the falling of the leaves of the world tree was a gift, and the strength of each race became unprecedentedly strong. New gods appeared again and again and almost ascended to the throne. Everyone thought that the artificial gods would succeed immediately and the world would enter a new stage. But this was just the last carnival before destruction.

In the tenth year after the leaves of the World Tree fell, the first mechanical disaster appeared, and all races suffered a huge blow. Then the black fog spread, the pollution spread, the World Tree was polluted, and mutations occurred. The magic elements disappeared, and the races that depended on the elements began to perish one after another. Elves, dragons, sirens and other high magic races were not spared.

The scope of extinction continued to expand, and in the end only humans and their hybrids were left. However, the precious information before the black fog was not lost, especially the information about the path of man becoming a god, which was cherished and preserved by all parties, and finally gathered by the believers of the Lord of All Things and All Knowledge, who recognized it as the way to save the future of mankind and continued to practice it.

But even the only remaining god in the world, the Lord of All Things, could not say that this path was absolutely correct. Mason took the book and box handed over by the other party, and his thoughts came to an end: "I need your help. In return, you can get my promise."

"Promise?"

"If you are willing to help me, I will help your descendants in the future."

Shana felt that the other party seemed to look at her a little more, but it seemed to be an illusion. The silver-haired young man said calmly.

"Some of you will have bloodlines that will be passed down to future generations, perhaps over a long period of time, but I will always meet them. And when I do, I will help them accomplish one thing. This is my promise to you."

Destiny is really a strange thing.

For example, he recognized the armor on the other person, and for example, it was now placed in the corridor of Ronald's mansion.

Time has left it with too many scars. This sturdy armor has come to an end just like the glorious era of knights, sleeping forever in Dabernal's past.

And a thousand years ago, he and his owner met unexpectedly in a certain period of history.