“Andor, I’ve never heard the name of you, what do you mean?”You must be a great man on your side, right?What is the light you just made, what is it, and the talisman of the winter goddess is still powerful!"

Ten miles away, a group of people staggered.

Here, the ground is uneven, and afraid to alarm some terrible monsters, sleds can not be used, can only walk.

Not far from the bear, there are still a few kilometers.

Watt came up to the side, a face of worship.

“Andain means ‘son of light.’I am the Reverend of Light, and I use the magic of the Light.As for the effect, it should be fine.I am not the greatest of our part, the most powerful is the crown of the Pope, he is the greatest, the spokesman of the gods of Azeroth, the one who is closest to God."Smile and raise your hand.

A holy light fell on the body of Watt, driving away the cold and warm.

“What magic, can I learn?”Watt swallowed the water and asked carefully.

He is an idealistic aspiring young man who wants to get out of his present destiny, and maybe this is an opportunity, a chance that will not be met with a second chance in this life.

"As long as you believe in the Light, there is hope."Smiling slightly.

He used "thinking to steal", checked the memories of these people, knew their situation, and from them, the situation of this snowy ice sheet.

It is painful, it is painful anywhere in the world.

Life is short, natural disasters continue, this is the result of the battle of the gods, but also the existence of those who are here -

The winter goddesses, and those demigods associated with the cold, including those of the leprechauns.

These masters of the power of the ice, with a variety of magic, to transform the earth, so that the temperature here continues to fall, in order to enhance their own strength, while resisting threats from the outside world.

The Russian winter is a bug in the history of world war, and the two overlords, Napoleon and Hitler, so powerful armies, can not fight the cold winter snow and snow there, then the rest of the world, the army, can not resist.

The strong people of the snow ice field fight each other, but they have no intention of joining forces and are consistent with the outside world.

Even the winter goddesses who need faith, and other demigods, are happy to do so, even if it does not allow the number of believers to grow rapidly.

Because they care about not just quantity, but also quality.

Deeply aware.

So many people in Huaxia believe in the emperor, the vast majority of them are toil and the masses, the more difficult people, the easier it is to put their hope in the body of the gods, the icing on the icing never snow to send carbon, if there is no snow, that snow.

The better the living conditions, the shallower the fear and belief of the gods.

In order to deepen the faith, the gods naturally make the believers worse.

The more evil the gods are to the believers, the more they fear the gods, the more firm they believe.

Yes, sometimes it’s so bad.

Because they are unable to resist.

Here, Gao once again is more certain of one thing: the gods are thieves and enemies of all beings.

Without God, the Austhetic Empire of 10,000 years would not have been destroyed.

Perhaps from then on, magic and technology will be unprecedentedly developed rapidly, perhaps now intelligent creatures, have already come out of this planet, exploring the surrounding stars, and even the entire galaxy.

Maybe we should help some people here.

The Island of Storms needs people.

“Come to the bear!”The captain’s voice sounded.

Look up and look into the distance.

A snowy ice bear is nothing.

The hunting troupe is bred by the Light, and the spirit and strength are enhanced, and it is not a problem to deal with them.

Especially yourself.

Sure enough, the battle started quickly, and then ended soon.

No one died, but many were injured.

Watt’s face was ugly.

In the snow ice sheet, the injury is nothing, but if it is seriously injured, it is difficult to survive.

If you survive, you will also leave a hidden danger.

The paper of human life is thin, and the people who live here are accustomed to life and death, but it does not mean that they will not be sad.

"Dear Mr. Anduin, can you see?" asked Watt, who could not help pleading, and there was some sting in his heart.

He had never heard of a priest, but had heard of a mage and had seen him.

The talisman that enhances the frost resistance is made by the mages of the Winter Goddess Church, and one is required for 10 gold coins, which is not counter-offer.

I heard that the mage was very tired, and the common law master could not use a few spells a day.

Mr. Anduin is a pastor, anyway, he is a speller, he is young, how many times can he use the spell?

Besides, please Master Fascism is expensive.

Just take a road, Mr. Anduin has used so many spells, does he really want to?

Injury and cold are two different things.

Mr. Andoin is so young, can he do it?

“The Light is with you, if you believe in the Light.”

Raise your hand, dozens of holy lights fall on everyone, and the sign happened.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even Kyle's broken arm was once again connected under the nourishment of the Holy Light, intact!

“This, how is that possible!”

“This is a miracle!”

The hunting team looked at the high eyes as if they were looking at a god.

“Only believe in the light, in the gods of Azeroth, and they will protect you.”Gao Zhuang is serious, and a golden aperture appears behind the head, like the sacredness of legend.

“I believe in the Light, in the Gods of Azeroth!”Watt got down on his knees first, then Kyle.

The captain hesitated and fell on his knees.

What about the winter goddess?

We believe in you from birth, what have you given us?

Go to death!

The others fell to their knees.

Laughing, not stopping.

Only God can stand against God, and only faith can stand against faith.

Perhaps one day he will completely destroy the gods, but in the future he must become a god.

Most of the four million people in the kingdom of Azeroth became believers in the gods of Azeroth, but not enough, far from enough.

The snowy ice field is sparse, but there are also tens of millions of intelligent creatures.

If we can believe the words of the God of the Azeroth people, the total number of believers will cross the tens of millions.

So many high-quality resources can’t be missed.

In other places, it is difficult to preach, and the existing beliefs are difficult to change.

But this is a snow ice sheet with a harsh natural environment.

As long as they make people better off, they are willing to change their beliefs.

This is snow.

High changed his mind.

He did not intend to go directly to the holy city in winter, but to preach in this ice field.

Of course, one person is not strong enough, he needs more help.

"I need someone to take me to the nearest city."

He looked at Watt and asked softly, “So, would you?”