Vol 8 Chapter 953: No Arcanist

At night, Panda and others exploring the forest started camping to rest.
The weather is fine today, and there is no snowy sky to see the bright moon. Panda, who has already entered the forest area of ​​Jingyu, is dignified and is constantly throwing wooden branches into the bonfire in front of him. Although the jumping flames make the body warm a lot, the atmosphere in the team is much colder than when he started.
This is naturally because of the "miracles" that the moon showed a few days ago.
There are four arcanists, eight arcane warriors, and fifteen members of the holy congregation. This small mercenary group is well-equipped. They have mages in a melee range, and their careers are complete and absurd. The thing is ... they suddenly found that they no longer seemed to be Arcanists.
"Master Lord means to forget our past, so Denzel, the next time you have a bonfire, don't use arcane."
Panda's voice was a little tired, and the Arcanist who was busy making dinner opposite him suddenly nodded: "Yes ... lord."
After he said that, he hesitated again: "But ... then we can only use the fire sickle to slowly light the fire, which is more troublesome-"
"Trouble is more trouble than loss of life."
Panda turned and looked at the two pale arcanist companions, "Do you feel better?"
However, they all shook their heads, and then turned their eyes to the Arcanist lying by the campfire.
"Sir, what should Corey do?"
One of them barely supported his body, also picked up firewood and threw it into the bonfire, but he covered his mouth and coughed fiercely after taking the word. When he took it away, the red blood on his palm was shocking.
This is not caused by the Warcraft attack, but the cognitive impact on the Arcanist after the advent of "miracles"-like Black before, when they discovered that "miracles" were true, they studied for a long time Arcane spells caused deep suspicion and shake, a change in the foundation of strength, and even caused damage to the body.
Although they are recovering a little bit now, their looks are slumped, they look like a serious illness, and their combat effectiveness is obviously reduced by more than half. This makes Panda, who is also in a poor state, anxious, because Lord Black just sent someone to catch up with his team yesterday, explaining a series of things, which means that he ca n’t even give up the task now, only according to what he said Way to go on and find the ruins.
"Remember the words that Lord Lord specifically explained to us. We must give up the past from the heart and embrace everything in front of us, so that we can be redeemed from disaster."
Panda said that, she felt awkward. Because the Arcanist hates most is the magic stick, but now he has become the most disgusting look ... He glanced at a few people in front of him, including the arcane warriors who were cooking, everyone's faces were helpless and even wronged. Looks like.
It's only over a day away from the destination. According to the information of the mercenary Ludi before walking 30 kilometers further, then it is not only Warcraft that needs attention, but also those powerful magicians who have no trace.
In order to deal with possible enemies, Panda and others are quite well prepared: they carry a variety of scrolls, as well as props, potions and various consumables dedicated to magic battles. At the same time, underneath their seemingly sloppy linen coats, there were fine robes and armors inlaid with crystals. This squad was armed to the teeth, but on the surface, it deliberately created the illusion of a "third-rate mercenary regiment."
Thanks to this effort, and with necklaces made by Lord Black himself hanging around their necks, Panda and others who prayed chanting along the way never caught the attention of the Intelligence Agency-at this point, Black Indeed did a trick.
However, Panda and others have mixed up with the surveillance of the Intelligence Agency, but they can't get the gaze from the gods. After dinner, the "symptoms" of the Arcanist named Cory got worse. He spit out the broth for dinner, and the whole man's mind was confused ...
Panda took the Arcanist who had been joking with them a few days ago in his arms, gnashing his teeth and whispering, "Cory! Don't be stubborn, you have to believe in His existence! Don't question and resist anymore, no You will die like this ... "
"I ... I can't understand ..."
"Unable to understand, you must understand. Seeing is true. We have all seen it. Why do you tell yourself that it is fake?"
Panda tried his best to persuade him to believe in the existence of the moon god, but how could the concept instilled in the "holy congregation" over the years be easily changed? Black and Panda are more "knowledgeable" by comparison, and can give up anything for survival and purpose. However, most of the Arcanists who have studied arcane art since childhood and have been living as "the purest descendants of the high elves" all day have been unable to make themselves a stick.
This is actually a denial of my life's beliefs.
Arcanist Corey kept shaking his head, his face was getting paler and weaker, no matter how Panda persuaded, he ultimately failed to change his "atheistic" point of view-eventually, at midnight, Angrily opened his eyes and suddenly shouted "All gods are lies!"
After a while, his body slumped, and he was silent.
Panda clenched her fists, watching the scene in front of her, but could not help. After two seconds, he slammed his staff to the ground fiercely, crying over his face because of a sudden helplessness.
The bright moon above her head still glowed softly, but Panda felt dazzling.
He understands that ... these people are "believers of the moon god". They chant prayers, preside over ceremonies, and hold ceremonies. They are fundamentally regarded as standard "priests." Corey's death is in serious conflict with the power given to him by the oracle and his mind, and his head is unacceptable. As a result, the body cannot bear the conflict of power, leading to death ...
Out to perform the task, the enemy did not meet one, but his comrades died because of such things, and the morale of the entire team fell to a trough.
Panda cried in the snow, but when he tried to wipe away his tears, he stood up abruptly and broke his favorite staff with a slap.
Everyone in the camp stood up-they got along day and night and knew how much Panda cared about the staff. As you can see from this scene, they all realized the seriousness of the problem.
"I, in the name of the captain, ordered you to throw away everything related to the Arcanist and destroy them."
Panda lowered her head in pain, "then ... forget them."
There was no objection, the Arcanist and the Arcane Warrior began to take out the magic props one by one, and many people put these props under their feet with red eyes ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Destroyed them into a piece Pieces-Although this is just a prop, it also represents their belief in life.
The taste of stepping on the faith of life underfoot is uncomfortable for anyone.
Some people couldn't help crying, but Panda rushed up and just slapped, as if out of control roared: "Cry what cry! That's over! We are now the most pious believers of Luna!"
He shouted with a hoarse voice, but there were also two lines of tears on his face. His blushing companion bit his lip, but in the end he refuted, tearing his robe into pieces.
The light of the bonfire rose higher and higher, because they put in all the items that could be burned. Panda took a big breath and tried to smooth his voice: "We have said goodbye to the past ... now, pray with me like the great Luna Strian ..."
Instead, he bowed towards the moon and recited a prayer aloud. People in the camp followed, no matter what their attitude toward Luna was before, but their postures were uniform at this time.
When the prayer came to an end, the sudden emergence of power from his body made Panda's eyes widen in surprise.
He turned his head to look at his companions, and everyone felt the mysterious power different from arcane. Looking down, the moon pendant hanging on their chests exudes a bright luster.
The fatigue in the body was dissipated, and the full strength let Panda completely forget the cold around him. He raised his hand and pressed it against a bare trunk beside him, then closed his eyes slowly-between the beards, the dead branches and leaves were lush, and the flowers were in full bloom, and then the ripe fruits were from small to large and ripe. "Cracked" fell to the ground.
"In the future ... there is no such thing as an 'Arcanist'."
He looked up at the only green tree above the frozen ground, and murmured.