Chapter 395: Chapter 41 Divine Avengers
There were many people in the city.
The city in the desert was called Hadar, which ant “the watchman in the desert.” It was an old eastern language; probably, many learned wizards didn’t understand it. Upon entering, Soran had a sense of returning to the western regions in the middle ages. The mixed population was a bit like Jerusalem, both desert and western, and they were trading with different languages and accents. So eastern rchants were reluctant to enter the western continents so that many goods would be sold in cities on the edge of the desert.
After coming here, Soran felt that he had forgotten about one important thing.
That was to study the spell ‘Comprehend Languages’.
Damn the local language!
Although there were many people who mastered the common language, the mainstream language was still an eastern language, and there were dialect characteristics in different desert areas. Now that he did not have a language translation system, he could only understand so of the words, and normal communication was troubleso. Fortunately, he was only passing by here. If not, he would only be able to find businessn who understood the common language to communicate.
The architecture in the city was a kind of a do-shaped building, and the most remarkable ones were the desert temples.
Those were the temples of Death.
The portfolio of Death had always been an important field for the gods to fight for. Therefore, almost every god had a hand in this field. The desert temple in front of us was the temple of Nephthys, the eastern goddess of wealth and death. At the top of the temple, Soran saw a gold bowl with the emblem of life floating on it. This was a goddess of the Chaotic Good camp. The title extended from the field of death was the ‘Protector of the Dead,’ which ant that she protected the dead from being disturbed.
That was why the believers of this goddess were not hard to deal with.
The eastern god system was an outsider during the ancient empire period. No one could be sure exactly where they ca from. However, the ancient empire once plundered a large number of people from other realms, that was also when the eastern desert gods were born. For a long ti, the eastern desert deities seldom participated in the struggle of other gods. Even in the chaotic era of the Arcane Empire, they were just spectators. The belief of these gods was limited to desert areas.
Because of the influence of Monks, the eastern countries believed more on the natural way of life [Tao], so they did not believe in a particular god.
This Tao was a bit like the so-called “Heaven way.” But it was not the way of heaven that people knew about. It was more inclined to the soul. The pursuit of the Monk was personal sublimation.
If you had to use a word to describe it, Soran thought it was the so-called “Unity of man and nature!”
Anyway, up to now, Soran had no way to distinguish the spiritual detachnt pursued by “Druids” and “Monks.” In his opinion, “heaven” and “nature” were basically the sa thing. Soran was not the kind of person who was too rigid about the spiritual world.
There was sothing recorded like this from a book was written by the Druid wanderer who traveled to the eastern countries. The Druid finally beca a powerful legend that multi-professioned as a Monk.
——”In addition to the daily training, the Monks’ practice was mainly spiritual. They have a mysterious connection with the spiritual world directly and feel the mystery of nature through ditation. That is why they don’t need priests and gods. In the process of traveling in the East, I saw many powerful Monks. They didn’t know any magic at all, but they could master many magical abilities through cultivation. This ability was not from the gods nor any Arcane skill. It was more like the gift of nature to the practitioners.
I believe this is another law of nature.
That is why I’ve decided to join them in search of the mysteries of nature.”
Soran found a tavern to stay and wanted to gather so information.
It was very difficult to find a place in the vast desert. Even he, himself, only knew the general direction. If no one had explored the region, Soran, as a pioneer, might need to dig a hole to go in. His next target, Cloak of Proof Against Detection, was in the underground ruins, which were still buried in the deep desert. It was not like finding a dungeon to venture into, but more like an archaeological discovery.
The specifics were like when the European raiders’ excavation of the Egyptian pyramids. The first batch of underground remains that were opened in those years were almost all the channels that the adventurers paid to dig.
The geographical environnt of the desert also did not leave any entrance intact after thousands of years.
Soran wandered in this desert city. There were adventurers from the East. Every year, there were monks on their way to practice. They visit the Druid temple on the other side of the mainland and compete with other professions. These were their daily practices. The closer one got to the East, the more Monks were seen, but most of them still had their hair. Only those who were prepared to strictly observe the martial Monks’ commandnts, or who had made the pledge of poverty, would shave off their hair.
Soran first walked around the area, but when he was ready to go back to the tavern for a rest, there was a riot in front of him. Then a loud and hoarse voice ca from the front, making him stop. There were a lot of people gathered there. Even the guards nearby were attracted by what was happening, but they had no intention of stopping them; they didn’t know what to do.
Soran moved closer.
Then in front of his eyes appeared a Paladin with a face full of vicissitudes. From his face, he seed very young. Unfortunately, the environnt had been harsh on him, making him look at least ten years old. The Paladin was dressed in old silver armor, and his wrist was equipped with scales and arm armor. In front of him was a man dressed as a desert warrior. The curved sword that the desert warrior had was in the Paladin’s hand; he could not stab him nor pull back his sword.
The Paladin’s face shocked Soran slightly. Soran seed to have thought of sothing, and his expression changed a little.
“Judgent of Righteousness!”
In the face of the frightened desert warrior, a white light appeared in the palms of the Paladin. He suddenly released his hand, pulled out his double-handed sword, and pointed it to the enemy in front of him.
A bloody glow appeared.
A red glow representing evil appeared from the desert warrior.
The blood-red light startled other people. Anyone with a little knowledge could not help but back away, because the desert warrior in front of them had killed many people.
“A desert bandit! He’s a desert bandit! ”
A businessman next to him seed to rember sothing. Then he said in a voice of anger and fear, “They ransacked a caravan previously and left no one alive.”
The Paladin did not care about the others in the crowd.
Looking at the man in front of him, the Paladin said in a low voice, “A week ago, you attacked a caravan from the oasis city and killed 27 innocent people.”
“You must pay for your cris!”
The Paladin wielded his heavy sword in both hands and swung it down. The desert warrior in front of him used his curved sword to block, but his whole person flew out.
“Pang!”
His body hit a wall behind him, and he spat out blood.
“Justice,”
“With power or law!”
The Paladin once again wielded his huge sword and cut down, saying in a low voice, “But the law here seems to protect you, so I can only rely on power to maintain justice!”
The big sword he had glowed as he swung it down.
“Kak!”
A clear snapping sound.
The curved sword of the desert warrior broke, and he was struck down.
“Smite Evil!”
The Paladin glanced at the others, pausing for a mont as he passed Soran, but soon turned away.
He did not recognize Soran.
He went to the body of the desert bandit, leaned over, and whispered a few words in a special language. Then he took a look at the stiff-looking guards around him and walked towards the city with one hand lifting the body.
No one there heard what he said. But when Soran heard the strange language, he was shocked for a mont because he was familiar with it.
This was an ancient language.
No one knew where it ca from, but the rough translation was.
——”In the na of justice, revenge for the weak!”
There was a very important sentence in Paladin’s creed.
——”Sympathy for the weak and protection of won and children.”
Soran never thought that his words really set the young Paladin, who he t in the City of Wealth on the path to beco a “Divine Avengers.”
But it seed that he hadn’t finished his test yet, because a real Divine Avengers was not what Soran saw just now. It seed that he had completed many practices because the Divine Avengers also had the test of asceticism. The truly ford Divine Avengers were all close to the legendary level. Although the swing just now from the young Paladin was powerful, it was still far from the power of a true Divine Avenger.
Furthermore, he was still wielding a double-handed heavy sword. This ant that he had not reached the requirents yet!
The Paladin went alone.
No one dared to stop him. The city guards just looked as he walked away with the body.
Any city would have its dark side. The goods that the desert bandit got must be sold sowhere.
Soran looked at the figure of the Paladin. His eyes seed to move a little, and then he followed him quietly.
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