Chapter 31 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations

Editor: Henyee Translations

It was a dilapidated temple.

The tablet with the symbol of Mother of Nature and elf script had long been destroyed by sharp weapons and was splashed with dirty blood of profanity.

The original statue of the goddess was smashed and had long been replaced by a wooden male god statue wearing a fur jacket while holding a tomahawk and a longbow in his hands.

That was Ullr, the God of Winter and Hunting.

Under the statue, an old hunchbacked goblin prostrated himself to worship him.

On his body was a shabby mage robe that was snatched from a human caravan and on his head there was a nondescript felt hat. At the front of the hat, there was a crystal shining with pale green light.

“The great God of Winter and Hunting, this is the third divine blood crystal I found this month. I will find seven more to add up to 33, the minimum quota for sacrifice. And then I will sacrifice them to you together.”

He bent down, his eyes turbid, his face covered with deep wrinkles that were almost engraved into his bones, with his expression being fanatically pious.

As Ullr’s body was in heaven, a transborder sacrifice would cost a great amount of energy. In order to save divine force, He could only have His followers collect enough tributes to have them sacrifice all the crystals together to Him later. Usually, He only had simple communication with His believers at most.

As the goblin prayed, the statue emitted a faint golden light that caressed his body slightly.

In an instant, the old goblin felt that his aged body got younger.

“The God of Winter and Hunting be praised!”

The old goblin rejoiced slightly and bent his head even lower.

After praying to the god, the old goblin stood up.

He straightened the felt hat on his head, carefully picked up the skeleton staff inlaid with huge orbs from under his body, wiped it in his arms with care as if it was a treasure, and then walked out of the dilapidated temple with satisfaction.

The old goblin’s name was Guru. He was a level 11 goblin priest, a Low Iron creature.

However, Guru preferred to call himself a high priest. Because among all the goblins that entrenched in the ruins of Florence, he was the most powerful. The other three goblin priests could not match him and therefore had to bow down before him.

The reason why he was so powerful was not because of Ullr’s favor, but because he had experienced adventures, obtained a magic staff and became a rare goblin magician before Ullr recruited him.

Moreover, he had also mastered mysterious undead magic!

It was through his mastery over the undead magic that he was able to suppress the other two level 11 goblin priests.

Nevertheless, he was still very old.

Normally, he would not be able to live for three more years.

Fortunately, the appearance of Ullr gave him hope. The great god had promised to give him a new lease in life if he was able to collect 33 divine blood crystals of the World Tree within this year.

Guru’s luck was not bad.

For some reason, in a thousand years after the War of Gods, people forgot the World Tee’s divine blood crystals that were lost in the forest of elves. Ullr had only recently launched a secret search task for them.

Therefore, it was not difficult for the believers to collect some crystals as long as they worked hard.

With all the goblins’ effort, he had managed to already collect 26 crystals within a few months.

“Power is essential for one’s status in this world!”

Guru caressed his skeleton staff as he muttered to himself in intoxication.

Outside of the temple, Guru came to the street of the ruins of Florence.

But as he looked at the empty broken walls, his old eyebrows gradually furrowed.

“Why are so many missing?”

Guru looked around and saw a sleeping goblin.

Guru snorted, walked over, and kicked it.

The awakened goblin was furious by the sudden disturbance. It picked up its stick and was about to fight back. But when it saw the source of its disturbance clearly, its fury instantly deflated. It bent over on the ground like a well-behaved little chicken, while muttering “Oh oh oh” and kissing Guru’s toes…

There was a flicker of contempt in Guru’s eyes.

He looked down on his low IQ peers.

In his view, although they had the same appearance, they were completely two different species.

This group of weak good-for-nothings could not even speak the general language!

If it wasn’t for his undead summons not being able to touch the divine blood crystals, making them unable to meet his need for crystal hunting, why would he make use of this group of good-for-nothings?

Nevertheless, in order to achieve his own goal, these dumb goblins’ power was still indispensable at this moment.

Thinking of this, he kicked the goblin on the ground and asked,

“Where are the others? Why are so many missing overnight?”

On hearing Guru’s question, the goblin looked dazed. Then it suddenly realized something. It quickly yelled “Ah ah ah” and gestured to Guru.